“Maybe I should go with you.”
“No need,” Marcia said firmly. Christine picked her up. “Hey!” Marcia thrashed in Christine’s arms, but was unable to escape.
“Given how easy it is to pick you up and hold you, I think there is a need,” Christine said, just as firm as Marcia. “Anyways, you won’t be able to get anywhere fast without help. Not when you’re so tiny and wearing a diaper.” Christine patted Marcia’s padded butt for emphasis. Marcia turned beet red. “Either you continue your job with me by your side, or you stay in here where it’s safe.”
“Fine, you can come,” Marcia mumbled reluctantly.
“Great.” Christine grabbed a bag up off the floor and put it over one shoulder. Marcia recognized what kind of bag it was.
“A diaper bag? Really?”
“If any of my staff happens to see us, they’ll wonder why I was carrying a toddler around without the supplies to take care of her,” Christine replied. Marcia narrowed her eyes at the blatant lie, but decided to let it slide.
The two exited the nursery. Still in Christine’s arms, Marcia felt a dribble of pee enter her diaper. She clenched her muscles quickly. She refused to use the diaper Christine had put her in.
“So, which way?” Christine asked.