"You can't leave the house without someone older than you coming with you," Rita says. Leah's jaw drops. The pacifier falls on the ground. Rita picks it up and puts it in her pocket. "Look, that lady thought you were a toddler because you had an accident and wore the wrong dress. Things could have gone very badly if I hadn't come looking for you. I can't let that happen again. So from now on, you need an adult or older teen with you if you want to leave the house."
"How much older of a teen?" Leah asks.
"Honestly, just a year older would be fine. The point is to have someone with you who could pass as your babysitter or caretaker. Not that I'm saying that this will happen again, but just in case." Leah scowls. "Look on the bright side. You'll only have to deal with these new rules for four more days. Then Tina will pick you up and you can go back to how things are at your house."
"Yeah..." Leah mutters. Needing someone to accompany her outside the house is humiliating. Almost as humiliating as needing training pants outside the house. But the training pants can be hidden under her clothes easily, and a chaperone can't. Honestly, Leah is tempted to just not leave the house for the rest of the week. Then again, if she does that, then she's in diapers the entire rest of the week.
To Leah's surprise, she's really missing the pacifier. She feels like she could think better about her options if she had it too suck on. When they get to the house, as Rita is fumbling with the keys to the front door, Leah sneaks the pacifier out of Rita's pocket and hides it in her fist.
Once inside, Leah hurries off to the bathroom, where she washes the pacifier. Then she goes to the room she's staying in, sits on the bed, and pops the pacifier in her mouth. She can feel herself relaxing from the comfort of the pacifier. Relaxing so much that she pees a little, though she doesn't notice. As she sucks the pacifier, she thinks about her options. By the time Rita knocks on the door to get her for dinner, Leah has made up her mind.