Your mother crouches over her suitcase and pulls out a floral dress in Lila’s size. She grabs your wearer to hold her steady, and slides the dress over top of her. As her diaper, your vision is now completely covered by it, causing you much distress.
“Mommy!” you cry, “I can’t see!”
You can still make out shadows from the other side of the cloth wall, but only shadows. You barely see your mom finish putting Lila’s dress on. Your little sister’s hopping wasn’t making it any easier.
You hear Lila call out “Beach!” in excitement.
“Not yet honey,” your mother says, “I wanna get some shopping in first.”
You see the silhouette of her walk away and pick a tote bag off the floor. At least, that’s what you assume it is.
“Mommy!” you cry, “Please take me off!”
Your mom walked over and hoisted your wearer into her arm. Her hand presses against you, which pinches slightly. You want to shed a tear. You hear a door open and close. The chilly morning seaside air hits you as your mom takes Lila out of the motel room. It’s a bumpy ride as she carries you down a set of stairs. One that makes you a bit nauseous.
“Now,” your mom tells Lila, “There’s an open air mall really close by. They even have an ice cream shop!”
“Yay!” your little sister responds, wiggling in your mom’s arm.
Your mother chuckles, but you’re too sick from the wiggling to have the same response. Your mother walks for a couple blocks. Eventually you hear music crackle from a speaker, and see the silhouette of an archway. This must be the mall.
“I’m so glad I transformed your siblings,” your mom smiles at Lila, “We have much more funds now.”
You feel her walk about and survey the various shops. Then, you feel a trickle of warm liquid flow onto your inner padding. It tastes bitter and salty, and smells rank. You instantly realized what it is.
“MOMMY!” you scream, “LILA JUST PEED IN ME!”
Your mother doesn’t notice, and you don’t think Lila does either. Why would either of them? The trickle wasn’t enough to be noticeable from the outside of your diaper form. Your mother stops walking, seemingly having decided which shop to go in first. Hopefully, there’s a bathroom inside and your mother will take notice of your wet condition.