It would look bad for the woman to be yelling at someone young, so Martin changed “man” to “toddler”. Abruptly, he shrunk down, now roughly as high as the woman’s knees, and wearing a thick diaper under a onesie.
“You little brats are all the same! I’m not your mom, so-” the woman said, continuing to yell. Martin let out a loud wail. Heads turned.
“Hey, lady, leave the kid alone!” said a teenaged boy. He walked over to Martin and crouched down, smiling at him. “What’s wrong, buddy? Did you lose your mommy?” Martin nodded tearfully.
“I ask for help, but mean lady yell!” he bawled. The woman began to get nervous from the negative attention. “Just want help!”
“I swear, he wasn’t-” the woman started. She moved forward. Her foot grazed against Martin, who took the opportunity to dive to the ground to pretend she’d hurt him. Unfortunately, the sudden movement jostled his bowels. His eyes widened as he filled his diaper with poop.
“You made him mess himself!” the teenager scolded.
“He’s a little boy, he would have done that no matter what,” the woman argued. The teenager shook his head.
“You don’t know that!”
“He’s got a diaper on for a reason!”
While the woman and teenager argued, Martin generated a new sentence, desperate to get out of this situation, or at least out of this dirty diaper.
“Martin is sitting in a dirty diaper while two strangers argue about him.”
After a moment, Martin changed…