The woman wrapped her fingers around the diaper-girl, and picked her up out of the drawer.
“Yes!” Elizabeth thought.
The woman carried the diaper-girl to the other side of the room. During this short travel, Elizabeth’s vision adjusted to the light, and she could better glance at her surroundings. The walls were light pink with crayon markings scattered throughout. The floor was carpeted, and littered with stuffed animals. A pink bed lay in the corner, with a toy chest right next to it.
“I must be in a small girl’s room,” the diaper-girl thought.
This was confirmed when she saw where the woman carrying her was approaching. She was headed to a changing table, where a toddler girl was laying down. She giggled and squirmed around, all while looking at Elizabeth. The diaper-girl was slightly intimidated, but then she saw the girl’s diaper. It had seen heavy usage, and looked as if it were about to burst. Now, Elizabeth was very intimidated.
“Uhhh, could we hold off on this?” she tried to reason.
The woman, who must’ve been the toddler’s mother, couldn’t hear her. Neither could the toddler. The mother placed the diaper-girl down beside her daughter.
“Okay Tammy,” she said, “Let’s get you changed.”
Tamara giggled in agreement. Ripping noises could be heard as the mother tore the tapes free of her daughter’s diaper. She unfolded it, and immediately hit Elizabeth with a great stench. It was sour, rancid, and the diaper-girl didn’t like it one bit. Both the toddler and her mother were used to it though, and continued with the change. The mother wiped her daughter with a baby wipe, and deposited in the used diaper. Then, she rolled it up, and tossed it in the diaper pail. As it passed by, Elizabeth could see that it was heavily yellowed, but not browned at all.
“Oh no,” she thought, with immense regret, “Am I going to get…”
She was cut off by the mother picking her up, unfolding her, and placing her beneath Tamara. Then, the mother dusted both of them with talcum powder. The diaper-girl hated the taste of talcum powder, and tried to spit it off. Unfortunately, this was impossible in her current form. Once the powder had been thoroughly sprinkled, the mother folded Elizabeth over, and taped the flaps that were her limbs together.
“There we go,” the mother remarked, “Fresh as a daisy!”
She picked up her daughter, and set her on the floor. The diaper-girl was really starting to regret her choices by this point.
“Why did I even think anything good would come out of this!? Being a diaper! Yeah, only good things happen to diapers!!!” she berated herself.
It didn’t matter. She had wanted to be like this. Now, she had to face the consequences.