Well, if the teacher’s helper hated just checking his diaper, she must absolutely despise the idea of changing it. Aaron changed “checking” to “changing”. Immediately, he was on his back on a large changing table, diaper and pants removed.
“He’s a college student, he should be able to change himself,” the teacher’s helper muttered, lifting Aaron’s butt to place a clean diaper under it. To continue making things difficult for her, Aaron decided to pee then and there. A stream of urine went right for her face. However, she was able to grab a diaper to use a shield before any actually landed on her. “Aaron!” she scolded.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” Aaron lied. The teacher’s helper glared at him.
“He’s right, Amanda,” the teacher called. “Don’t punish him for something he can’t control.” Amanda sighed.
“Fine.” She removed the diaper under Aaron’s butt, which was now damp with pee, and put a new fresh one under him. Then, she taped it on. “Okay, clean diaper is on.” Amanda pulled Aaron’s pants up him. “And so are your pants. If you need a change during the day, you can always come back.”
“Sounds good,” Aaron said, getting down from the changing table. He grabbed his backpack. “Bye!”
As Aaron left the daycare and began to walk around campus, he found himself itching to change reality again. Getting out of the diaper was still something he wanted, though after using it to punish Amanda, it didn’t feel as urgent. He spotted a group of his friends and began to walk over. On his way, he pulled out his phone and generated a new sentence.
“Aaron’s friends don’t need diapers like he does and secretly judge him for it.”
Aaron’s heart sunk. His friends didn’t like that he wore diapers? Well, he’d have to do something about this.