Leah couldn’t waste any time. Every second delayed increased the chance that she was seen. Tamping down her disgust, Leah decided to use her diaper. She squatted where she stood and let her bladder loose, flooding her diaper with pee. Once she was finished, she straightened and walked out the front door.
Figuring that an unaccompanied apparent toddler would be stopped, Leah didn’t walk down the sidewalk. She stuck to the shadows, hiding behind bushes and buildings to avoid being spotted. Her method was successful, but as time went on, she felt her diaper growing colder and clammier.
Leah stopped for a moment. Had she just referred to the diaper as hers? She shook her head, deciding to address that at a later point. Leah resumed her walk home.
Thankfully, Leah got home without any issues. She grabbed the spare key from its hiding spot and let herself in. The moment she closed and locked the door behind herself, she felt her bowels rumble. Leah’s eyes widened. She sprinted for the bathroom, ripping off her clothes and diaper on the way. She scrambled on top of the toilet just in time.
“Phew,” Leah sighed in relief as her bowels emptied into the toilet. “At least my potty training isn’t gone.” She looked over at the yellowed, wet diaper sitting on the floor. Her stomach churned as she remembered how easily she had peed herself earlier. It should have been more difficult to do. “It’s not gone, but it’s not that great.”
Leah wiped, got off the toilet, flushed, and then washed her hands. Since her potty training wasn’t as good as it should be, she should probably wear some form of protection. If she didn’t want to get pee all over her house, at least. Leah opened the cabinet under the sink. Her older sister had come by with her preschool-aged nephew last week and left behind some training pants by accident.
The training pants fit Leah perfectly. She smiled, glad to have found something a bit less humiliating than a diaper. Clad only in the training pants, Leah left the bathroom, trying to decide her next step.