Mike takes a few moments to realize that he’s in a stroller. The last time he was in one, he was too young to remember what it was like. Still tired, he settles back again, not concerned about where he is. As he moves, however, he feels something in his diaper. The mushy, sticky sensation makes him aware of why he woke up.
“Phew, something stinks,” says Stacy’s voice.
“Maybe it’s Mikey again. Want to check?” Jim’s voice says.
“Fine.” Stacy’s face suddenly appears in front of Mike. “Oh, you’re awake! Do you need a change?” Mike nods, still sucking on his pacifier. “You got it.” The stroller takes a sharp turn to the left. Mike is removed from the stroller and carried into the ladies’ bathroom.
“Why here?” Mike whispers around his pacifier.
“The men’s room doesn’t have any changing tables,” Stacy whispers back. She lays Mike on his back on the changing table and opens his diaper. “Phew!”
“What happened to my shorts?” Mike asks.
“After we changed you the first time, we figured it would be easier to leave you in just the diaper and shirt,” Stacy replies, balling up the dirty diaper and throwing it away. She begins to wipe Mike down.
“The first time?”
“You’ve already pooped once, but you slept through it. I’m a bit surprised to be changing another dirty diaper so soon.” Stacy tickles Mike’s belly, making him squirm. “Those laxatives really do work.”
“Apparently.” Mike suckles on his pacifier for a bit longer as Stacy finishes wiping him down. “Where are we?”
“The mall.” Stacy lifts Mike’s butt, slides a diaper under him, and tapes it on.
“Why?”