“Oh, no, what’s this?” asked the maid who had approached. She picked Marcia up. “Can you tell me your name, sweetie?”
“Martha,” Marcia said, lisping severely. Her eyes widened. Her ability to speak must have been reduced with her age! How was she going to explain who she really was if she couldn’t even say her name properly?
“Martha. Okay.” The maid frowned at her. “I don’t know how you got here, but you’re lucky that I have a full diaper bag in my car for my own little girl.”
“But-”
“Shh,” the maid said gently. She carried Marcia through the mansion and outside. Marcia squirmed. “I know, you’re not a happy camper. Don’t worry, I’ll fix that in just a moment.” The maid brought Marcia to a nearby car, from which she removed a diaper bag. Then, to Marcia’s horror, the maid laid her on her back on one of the seats and taped on a thick disposable diaper.
“No!” Marcia whined.
“Oh, you don’t like diapies, huh?” the maid cooed. She chuckled. “Tricia was the same way at your age. Let’s see if you get a bit happier once you’re in something comfy, okay?” The maid then dressed Marcia in a soft pink onesie. Being in something soft and warm had the surprising effect of making Marcia suddenly very tired. She quickly began to squirm, trying to stay awake. “Wow. You’re a fussy one. Here.” The maid popped a pacifier into Marcia’s mouth. Marcia suckled on it instinctively. She began to calm. “There we go!”
The maid picked Marcia up and carried her back into the mansion, where she made her way to the kitchen. She walked up to the butler.
“Excuse me, but I found this little girl in the Women’s Wing, naked. I’m not sure where she came from, but I had some spare stuff in my car, so I dressed and diapered her. She says her name is Martha.”
“Ah. I see.” The butler looked closely at Marcia, who was struggling to keep her eyes open. Despite her sleepiness, she could sense that the butler knew who she really was.
“What should I do with her?” the maid asked. Despite Marcia's sleepiness, she could sense that the butler knew who she really was. As she drifted off to sleep, she desperately hoped that the butler would pass on this knowledge to someone and consider it when deciding what happened to her. When Marcia eventually woke up, she found out what the butler had told the maid to do.