“Where’d you get that phone from, little girl?” a voice asks. Someone takes Leah’s phone out of her hands. She gapes. “Naughty!”
“I’m not a little girl,” Leah growls at the daycare worker who stole her phone. The daycare worker’s nametag says “Julie”. Julie frowns at her.
“You sure look like one to me. Why aren’t you in your uniform?”
“I don’t work here. Or go here.”
“Oh, you’re new,” Julie says, nodding. Leah scowls. It seems like Julie’s completely ignoring everything she says. “Well, even new little girls have to wear their uniforms. Before I get you changed, though, I should do a quick diapy check.”
Before Leah can protest, Julie sticks a finger down the back of Leah’s underwear. Julie looks puzzled.
“Why aren’t you in a diapy?”
“Because I’m a teenager!” Leah says angrily. Julie shakes her head and abruptly picks up Leah, carrying her over to a diaper changing table. “Hey!” Julie removes Leah’s clothes, including her underwear, and tapes on a diaper. “Really? Not even training pants?”
“That’s the rule,” Julie says. “First day here, you need to be in a diapy. If you avoid making boom-boom, you can wear pull-ups tomorrow.”
“But-” Julie pops a pacifier into Leah’s mouth to quiet her, then dresses the teen in a daycare attendee uniform. It consists of a T-shirt with the daycare’s name on it and a matching skirt, short enough that her diaper peeks out from under it.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Julie coos. “What’s your name?”
“Leah.”
“Leah.” Julie writes Leah’s name on a nametag and sticks it to her shirt. “All right, how old are you?”
“Fifteen.”
“Don’t lie.”
“I’m not!”
“From the second I saw you, you were being difficult, Leah,” Julie scolds. “Naughty, troublesome girls get punished, even if it’s their first day.” Leah’s heart sinks. What sort of punishment does Julie have planned for her?