Just as Marcia’s legs were getting tired and she was considering sitting down, even though it would smear the mess in her diaper, the door opened.
“All right, I’m back!” Christine said. Her nose wrinkled. “You were up to mischief while I was gone.”
“I couldn’t open the cwib and had to go,” Marcia said firmly. Christine walked over.
“So you had an accident?” she asked. Marcia shook her head. “You used your diaper on purpose?”
“It wath either on purpothe or an accident,” Marcia said. “I chothe on purpothe.” Christine pursed her lips.
“I suppose I understand that impulse to take what control you can of the situation,” she said after a moment. “Well, let’s get you changed.” Christine lifted Marcia and brought her to the changing table, where she removed Marcia’s diaper and wiped her down. “There! I guess you don’t really need to wear diapers, since you would have been able to use a toilet if you weren’t trapped…” Marcia nodded. “But it’s still the only thing that fits.”
Marcia sighed in defeat as she was powdered and diapered again. Christine set her on the ground.
“By the way, I’ve changed my mind. You don’t need to stay in here.” Marcia looked up at her. “I came across Rusty while I was gone, and he said that you’ve been in even stickier situations than this one. However, I would like to accompany you still, just to help you get around better.”
“Okay,” Marcia said eagerly, happy to be freed from the nursery. Christine grabbed Marcia’s bag, then walked out of the nursery. Marcia followed close behind, toddling slightly from her age and bulky diaper.
They had been walking for about fifteen minutes when Marcia felt a warmth spreading through her diaper. Her eyes widened in horror. She discretely checked her diaper. Yes, it was wet. She had just wet herself without even realizing she needed to go! Hoping it was a one-off event, Marcia stayed quiet.
Ten minutes after, however, she wet herself again. Marcia’s heart sunk. Her potty training, at least for her bladder, was gone. She swallowed nervously, praying that she could still avoid messing herself.
“One second, wait right here,” Christine said suddenly. “I have to grab something.” She ducked into a nearby room. As Marcia waited, she smelled something. Dread building, she patted her butt. The movement smeared a sticky, warm mess in her diaper. Tears sprung to her eyes, and not just from the smell. She just messed herself without realizing!
Marcia wracked her mind, trying to figure out what had happened. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that using her diaper on purpose earlier had somehow removed the entirety of her potty training. Purposefully using a diaper had made her reliant on them. At least, for now.
But now, the question was how Marcia would deal with her dirty diaper.