Leah squinted her eyes at the looming face of her aunt, confused for all of 2 seconds before her memories came flashing back. Rita noticed and a concerned smile crossed her face.
"Oh, you're awake! Did you enjoy your little power nap?" The woman asked. Leah felt blood flood her cheeks, about to speak before realizing she was still sucking on a pacifier and then hastily plucking it out.
"How long was I out?"
"Oh, just 20, 30 minutes tops. You seemed tired from all the excitement, so I took you to somewhere quiet."
Leah observed her surroundings, finding them in a little resting area. It was sparsely populated, with only the occasional park visitor needing the time to recuperate. One in particular was a mother breast feeding a child, who just so happened to catch her eye. Feeling awkward for seeing something she felt she probably shouldn't, she was surprised to see the mother just give her a kind affectionate smile before bringing her attention back to her child. It was then that Leah remembered her current attire, wearing a diaper, onesie, and holding a pacifier while sitting in another woman's lap: she probably assumed that she was just another baby. From her recent behavior, Leah wasn't sure she could blame her. Her earlier accident was definitely something she wasn't proud of, but it mostly stemmed from overestimating her own ability to hold it; she had warning, she just reached her limit. The fact that she shit herself immediately after while trying to decide what kind of 'protection' to wear was significantly more difficult to explain. She could chalk it up to being distracted by the stress from her accident, but really she not only should've felt the need to go, but been able to hold it. No matter how she looks at it, Leah is forced to confront the fact that her potty training is not nearly as good as she thinks it is and that (god forbid) she might actually start NEEDING diapers soon if she didn't get a handle on it.
"I'm really sorry about everything, Aunt Rita. The accidents and the...everything." Leah stated, still not quite able to meet her aunt's eyes. Rita gives a dismissive wave.
"Oh, don't worry about it, I know you can't help it. I just wish you let me know how bad these accidents were so I could prepare better." The woman replied cheerfully, probably not realizing how much of a knife strike her words were. The fact that her aunt is now fully expecting Leah to be a little potty pants does little to make Leah feel better. On the bright side...at least she wasn't being weird or judgey about it? Leah has to find the silver lining where she can.
"So...now what?" Leah asked, still a little bashful.
"Well, the park is still open for some time. There's no reason we can't enjoy ourselves."
"But, um, what about...?" Leah didn't want to finish the sentence, just gestured to the obvious bulge visible through her baby-ish onesie.
"Right. Well, I think it goes without saying that you're staying in diapers for good. If you keep making messes like that, I'm think anything less than diapers will be a problem for both of us." Rita added sternly. Leah whined in embarrassment, but nodded. She didn't mention it, but she feels a distinct squishiness near her crouch; not enough to be visible, but enough to know it wasn't just a leak. Leah must've wet herself in her sleep. Honestly, she's not sure she'd feel SAFE being out of diapers at this point, if accidents keep sneaking up on her.
"That, and...well...Leah, I'm sorry, but right now you look like a toddler. I don't think anyone would think you're a teen unless you tell them, and if you did..."
Leah let out a groan as her face somehow grew a deeper red.
"Yeah, I don't want that. I...guess I just have to pass as a toddler then, if we stay." Leah reluctantly adds.
"We don't have to stay if you don't want."
"No, no, you're right. There's no reason we shouldn't be able to enjoy ourselves."
"Good to hear! Glad you can roll with the punches, Leah!" Rita does a few air punches, getting a genuine chuckle out of the teen.
"So, what do you want to do?"
Leah stops to think. Given her current circumstances, what could she do that would be more fun than humiliating?