And of course it's Licy who picks her up. Lucy? Lacy? Her head is feeling a little scrambled at the moment, lagging from overheating.
"You sure you're okay with this, Lacy? I mean, I'm the one getting paid here."
"Eh, it's fine. Don't forget, I used to change your diapers. Besides, she's a little cutie." She says with a wink, making Leah's heart flutter. It's not bad enough that one of her crushes has already seen her pant-less and covered in shit, why not double it up? Leah realizes that she can never meet these two face-to-face ever again after this, and that...disappoints her a little. It wouldn't change anything, she'd never introduce herself because she's a coward with no self-esteem or attractive qualities (to her knowledge), but at least she had the illusion of chance. Now? If she ever meets them as a teen, they would recognize her instantly as the big poopy baby she is. Against her wishes, she starts to tear up. Is this what her life is now? Or is it even any different from what it was?
"Wait, are you- aw, don't cry. What's the matter?" Lacy askes with a surprisingly gentle voice, "Hey, I'mma get you cleaned up, alright? Just hang in there."
Despite the gentle words, of course it doesn't make her feel any better. Leah starts to whimper as her emotions start to overwhelm her. Realizing this, Lacy furrows her brow, looks over her shoulder, then walks out of the room towards the changing station.
"Hey, use your big girl words. What's wrong? Hungry?"
Leah was unsure of how much a 2 year-old would actually be able to talk, and was scared to even attempt. However, the older girl was making her feel weirdly comfortable with opening up. Maybe she could be...a little honest?
"Em...bawassed." Leah says. She's unsure if the word is too big, but...well, that was it. She's embarrassed. This whole day so far has been the most harrowing experience in her life. If the word seemed out of place for a toddler, Lacy didn't show it. Her face creased sympathetically.
"Hey, what's there to get embarrassed over?"
What would a baby say? Well, nothing, maybe giggle after saying 'poopy'. For her, though?
"I...still in diapies." She responds carefully. A rough fart sunders through her, unintentionally backing her point.
"Ahh, wanna be a big kid huh? Hey, there's no shame in needing a bit of help. You can't help it right now, but you'll get to it. Being a big girl isn't about the pants you wear, but how you wear the pants." She tickles Leah's stomach, getting a surprise snort and a rapid chain of tiny farts.
"Don't let them make you feel small for causing a stink. When you grow up, they'll make you feel like you're not allowed to take up space, or be unfeminine. Don't listen to them. It's your body, don't let other's tell you how you use it."
She lays Leah down with another nurturing smile. Leah had no idea she was this good with kids (at least, she assumes this would work well with kids. It's working on her...for probably different intended reasons). She mulls over the words as Lacy starts to change her, and...