Leah is woken up by someone gently shaking her. She opens her eyes.
"Yeth?" she lisps around her pacifier. Rita smiles at her.
"Sorry to wake you in the middle of the night, but I got up to get a glass of water and thought it might be a good opportunity for you to use the potty and keep your diaper clean."
Leah feels bad. Rita is trying to help her avoid accidents, and she's just going to turn them from accidents to intentional actions? But then Leah thinks about how powerful she felt using her diaper on purpose earlier, how comfortable she feels as a toddler. And her guilt goes away.
"You're right, I do need to poopy," Leah says. Rita frowns at the babyish language, but doesn't comment on it. Leah sits up. She takes a deep breath and pushes. Rita's eyes widen.
"Leah, what are you doing?"
"Pooping," Leah says. She begins to grunt. Pooping sitting like this is more difficult than if she was squatting, but she needs to make it clear that this is no accident.
"But you could use the potty..."
"Why?" Leah says between grunts. With how much she's pooped lately, there's not much for her to evacuate, so even with the added difficulty of her pose, she finishes quickly. She smiles at Rita. "Good night!" She goes back under the covers. Rita grabs her.
"No, you are not going to sleep in a poopy diaper!" Rita brings Leah over to the changing table. Leah smiles around her pacifier as her aunt changes her diaper. "Okay, that was not an accident. Which means that you, little missy, are no longer potty trained." Rita sighs. "What am I going to do?"