The morning sun filtered in through the windows. The light fell upon Marcia’s face, waking her. She opened her eyes. For a moment, she was confused as to why she appeared to be surrounded by bars. Then, the events of the night before crashed down around her. She sat up. No one else was in Christine’s room. She stood up in the crib, using the bars to steady her.
“Hello?” she called nervously. Immediately, the door opened. A maid walked in. She smiled at Marcia.
“Good morning, miss.” The maid picked Marcia up and checked the status of her diaper. “Wow, clean! And after sleeping through the whole night! I wish my daughter was even half as cooperative as you.” She ruffled Marcia’s hair. “Let’s keep that diaper clean and get you to a potty.”
The maid carried Marcia out of Christine’s room and back to the nursery, where Marcia’s clothes and diaper were removed and she was placed on the toddler training potty. Humiliated, but determined to use some form of toilet instead of a diaper, Marcia emptied her bladder and bowels.
“Good work!” the maid gushed once Marcia had finished. She laid Marcia on the changing table, wiped her down, diapered her, and then dressed her in a dress different from the one Christine had put her in before. “Time for breakfast!” The maid carried Marcia out of the nursery and through the mansion.
Eventually, they arrived at the dining room. Christine and Rusty were already seated at the table, eating breakfast. Marcia blushed profusely as the maid buckled her into a highchair. Rusty glanced at her curiously, but didn’t say anything. Marcia could only hope that it was because he didn’t want to expose her in front of the maid, and not because he didn’t know who she was.
Marcia swallowed. Suddenly, she was nervous about what Christine might have told Rusty about her.