Deciding it would be more embarrassing to have an accident that her pull-ups couldn’t handle than to wear a diaper, Belle swallowed nervously.
“Yeth, pleathe,” she said. Apparently, being bumped down to three had given her a lisp. The stewardess smiled at her.
“Not a problem, sweetie.” She picked Belle up and brought her into a nearby women’s bathroom. The second Belle was laid on the diaper changing station, she began to regret her decision. But it was too late. The stewardess was already removing her skirt and pull-ups. Belle swallowed again as a diaper was taped onto her. “All done!” the stewardess said cheerfully, pulling Belle’s skirt back up. “And it was a good thing you got a change.”
The stewardess held up Belle’s training pants. To her horror, the patterns on it had faded, indicating she’d used them without realizing. Belle merely nodded silently. The stewardess tossed away the pull-ups, washed her hands, and then carried Belle back to the gate.
“Ready?” the stewardess asked. Belle nodded. The stewardess brought Belle on board. To Belle’s surprise, she was carried to the First Class area. “Your mommy and daddy wanted you to have a nice flight, huh?”
“Yeah,” Belle said numbly. The stewardess put Belle in her seat and buckled her in.
“If you need anything during the flight, you just use this button and I’ll come help you,” the stewardess said, pointing to a button on Belle’s arm rest. Belle nodded again. “All right, I have to go help the other people board.”
Belle sat in her First Class seat, watching the other passengers trickle on board. She tuned out the safety information, idly wondering what was in store for her.