Before Leah can change her clothes, she feels pressure in her abdomen. She rushes to the bathroom but, to her horror, finds she can’t remove her diaper. Quickly, she goes to the kitchen to ask for Tina’s help.
“Tina!” Leah whines. Tina looks up from the mac and cheese she’s stirring on the stove. “I need to go to the bathroom!”
“Then go.”
“I can’t get this stupid diaper off!”
“All right, all right. I’ll help my teenage stepdaughter take off a diaper,” Tina says, rolling her eyes. She turns off the stove. Her phone rings. “One second, Leah.”
“But I really have to go!”
“You’re a teen, you can hold it,” Tina says. She answers her phone and turns away from Leah. Leah crosses her legs in an attempt to avoid using her diaper. But she knows how long Tina stays on the phone. There’s not great likelihood that Tina will end the call before Leah has an accident.
Sure enough, Leah waits for twenty minutes while Tina chats on the phone. She can’t hold it in anymore. In an attempt to get back at her stepmother, who forced her to be in a diaper she can’t take off and won’t help her use the toilet, Leah walks over to Tina. She tugs on Tina’s pant leg. Tina looks down. Immediately, Leah bends her knees into a squat and pees. She lets out an exaggerated sigh as her diaper turns yellow.
Tina ends her phone call.
“What was that for?” Tina asks.
“I had to pee!”
“You couldn’t hold it?”
“You’re the one who kept giving me juice boxes at the store.”
“Hmph.” Tina sticks a finger down the back of Leah’s diaper. “Well, you definitely need a fresh diaper.” Leah sighs in relief, glad that she’ll be out of her soaked diaper, which is quickly growing clammy.