“All done?” Marcia looked up. She blushed furiously. At some point while she was using her diaper, Christine had come back. “You were pretty focused on pooping if you didn’t notice me come in.” Christine walked over to the crib. “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
“No,” Marcia mumbled.
“Not even ‘Christine, you were right to put me in a diaper’?” Christine prompted. Marcia sighed. Hoping to get this over with as quickly as possible, she conceded.
“Cwithine, you were wight to put me in a diapy,” she said, cringing. Christine nodded.
“Yes, I most certainly was. Now, let’s get you changed.” Christine lifted Marcia out of the crib and brought her over to the changing table. “Phew! You’re stinky!”
“I know,” Marcia snapped. Christine raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not the right tone to use with someone who has offered to wipe poop off your cute little tush. I think an apology might be in order.”
“Thowwy,” Marcia mumbled. She was beginning to get the feeling that Christine was happy to be in this position of power over her. And she was not liking that idea. Christine sat her down on the changing table, smearing the poop in Marcia’s diaper. Marcia winced at the sensation, but remained silent.
“All right, stay still,” Christine instructed. She laid Marcia on her back. “Little girls who fuss during changes make their changes take longer.” Marcia remained completely still as Christine removed her clothes and diaper. She instinctively twitched at the cold baby wipes Christine used to clean her. “Ah, ah, ah!”
“Thowwy.”
“Stay still.” Marcia nodded. Christine finished wiping her down, powdered her, then pinned a fresh diaper on. “There! All done!” Marcia sighed in relief.
Unfortunately, she would soon learn…