Just her luck. The person watching her was the mean daycare worker. Leah crossed her legs, suddenly aware of an acute pressure in her abdomen.
“I need to potty,” Leah said desperately. The mean worker shrugged.
“Then use your diaper. That’s what it’s for.”
“But-”
“Look, I’m gonna have to change you anyways. I don’t wanna take you to the bathroom and also change you. Just use your diaper again and get it over with.”
“I didn’t!” Leah looked down at her diaper. To her horror, it was visibly yellowed. “…I did?”
“Yeah, you did. And you apparently had to pee a lot, so you’ll need a fresh diaper. I’m only gonna change you once.” When Leah didn’t do anything, the worker sighed. “I’ll leave you alone for a bit, but when I come back, your diaper better be even dirtier.”
The daycare worker walked away. Pressure continuing to build in her abdomen, Leah was now faced with a choice. She could try to escape, but might not succeed. She could try to hold it in, but then it would be horrible when she actually had an accident. She could use her diaper on purpose – and she shuddered to think of the diaper as hers – to regain some control. But how much control was it, if she was going to mess herself?
After a few more moments of precious time thinking, Leah had made her decision.