The kid handed the diaper over to the ringleader.
“Hold her down,” the ringleader instructed. Despite her best attempts to break free, Kelly was too small. The kids held her down easily and laughed as the ringleader removed her wet jeans and panties, then taped on the diaper. Kelly felt like crying again, not just from the humiliation, but also because the diaper fit her perfectly.
“There!” the ringleader said, once Kelly had been diapered. “Now, when you poop, it’ll go in your diaper.”
“I’m not going to poop myself!” Kelly argued. The ringleader patted the top of her head.
“It’s okay, you’re a baby. Babies poop in diapers.” The ringleader handed Kelly’s wet clothes to one of the kids, who threw the items away in a nearby trashcan. He grinned at the upset look on Kelly’s face. “Don’t worry, it’s better that you’re not wearing anything over the diaper. It’ll be easier for a grownup to tell when you need a change.”
“What now?” asked one of the kids. The ringleader looked at Kelly thoughtfully. Kelly swallowed, terrified of what the cruel kindergartener had in store for her.