As Marcia waited for Christine to come back, her eyelids began to droop. The events of the day, combined with her young age, were making her thoroughly exhausted. She snapped her eyes open, determined to stay awake.
However, as time went on, she was less and less able to resist the urge to curl up and sleep. Even her damp diaper, which had been distracting and annoying, didn’t seem that bad. She just wanted to sleep.
“Juth a wittew nap,” she finally said, trying to convince herself. “I’ll juth clothe my eyeth for a wittew while.” Satisfied by her own argument, Marcia laid down, pulled the blanket over herself, and curled up.
In a matter of seconds, she was fast asleep. As she slept, her bladder, which had been only partially emptied before, finished emptying into her diaper. Marcia sighed in relief. Her thumb found its way to her mouth to be sucked on.
Now just a sleeping toddler in a wet diaper sucking her thumb, Marcia looked nothing like the adult that had walked into the mansion. While sleeping, the door to the nursery opened. Someone approached the crib and picked her up.
It was…