Each step got a bit louder until they stopped altogether. Allison could faintly hear giggling and something being placed down up above her. The darkness around the diaper-girl was soon dispelled as somebody slid her prison outward.
“I must’ve been in a drawer,” the Allison thought.
The light allowed her to see a woman staring down into her drawer. The same woman was reaching a hand toward her.
The diaper-girl tried to scream, “NONONONONO! NOT ME! NOT ME!”
But the woman had already grabbed her. She pulled Allison out of the drawer. The diaper-girl could briefly see the light yellow walls of the room before being placed onto a padded mat. She was stuck staring at the ceiling. Then, she saw a toddler girl staring down at her. She had long, light brown hair, wore a yellow headband, and couldn’t have been any more than three years old.
“N-nice girl,” Allison thought.
“Mindy,” the woman sternly said as she rooted beneath for changing supplies, “Lay back down.”
The little girl pulled her head away and lied down right beside the diaper-girl. Only then did Allison notice her smell. It was a horrid stench of feces and urine, no doubt radiating from her diaper.
“If I can smell…” the diaper-girl cringed, “PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THIS!”
The woman, who Allison assumed to be the girl’s mother, placed changing supplies on the table. Then, she briefly picked the diaper-girl back up and unfolded her. Then, she slid Allison under the padded rear of her daughter. Allison felt the girl wiggle as the mother untaped the soiled diaper. Then, the full power of the stench hit her nostrils.
“How much did she poop?!” the diaper-girl gagged.
“Mindy, we really need to work on your potty training,” the mother sighed, before continuing with the change.
The mess was cleaned up, and the old diaper was removed, balled up, and dropped into a pail with a “splat.” Then, Allison was covered in baby powder and folded onto Mindy. As her tapes were sealed, the diaper-girl tasted the baby powder. She wanted to spit it out, and nothing more than to be back to her normal self.
“There we go,” the mother said as her daughter sat up, “All done.”
She lifted Mindy off the table, and set her down on the floor. The girl giggled once more and looked around the room for something to do. From her perspective, Allison could see a small bed, a toy chest full of stuffed animals, and a dollhouse.