“No!” Leah shouted. She spat out the pacifier and began to thrash in Tina’s arms. “You can’t do this to me! I’m a teenager!”
“Do you want to be wheeled out of here in a stroller?” Tina asked dangerously. “Because that’s what’ll happen if you don’t behave!”
“Fuck you!” Leah screamed. She thrashed even harder. So much force was behind her movements that Tina was having difficulty holding onto her, despite her small size. Suddenly, Leah froze. Tina knew exactly why. A small fart had escaped from the teenager. A horrible smell filled the bathroom.
“A girl who messes herself because she’s having a tantrum is a girl who needs to be diapered,” Tina said firmly. Thanks to Leah’s frozen shock, she was able to quickly get her out of her clothes and messy underwear and into a fresh, clean diaper.
“Fine. You got me in the diaper. Happy?” Leah muttered.
“No. Not yet. Remember, I told you you’d be punished further if you didn’t behave. And you didn’t. In fact, you misbehaved so much that you messed yourself! So we’ll be picking up a few more things before we leave.”
Leah paled.
When they left the store, Tina had kept her promise. She was pushing a stroller. Inside the stroller was a very grumpy Leah, sucking on a new pacifier, in an extra thick diaper, and wearing a T-shirt that read “#1 Diaper Filler” in big bold letters.
“Now what?” Leah grumbled angrily. Tina smiled at her stepdaughter.
“Now we go somewhere a little like you can have fun! You’ll have plenty of opportunity to play with other little kids in diapers at…”