Okay. Okay...
Erika reopened her eyes after a moment, and gave a deep breath. It was clear what needed to be her first
course of action - it was, after almost a ten year gap between them, time for a diaper change.
"Hff... Okay, I can do this."
First thing first, she needed to ditch her onesie. It was incredibly uncomfortable pressing tightly up against
her, with every slight movement causing her waste to push against her butt all the more, and there was no way
to get to her diaper and take it off with it on anyway.
So, soon enough, Erika found herself feeling around the garment in search of some sort of button or strap.
Eventually, she settled on one rather unusual-feeling spot, just between her legs. After some tugging and
pulling at it, soon the girl felt a sudden ease in pressure, giving a sigh of relief as the bottom flap of the
onesie opened up.
"Much better..." the girl sighed out happily. A moment later, though Erika realized that was very much not the
case, and she followed up by announcing aloud, "Okay, great. Time to get out of this diaper then. Guess
that'll be the hard part."
The eleven-year-old had to fight with it a bit, but soon much like if it were a shirt she was able to pull her
onesie off and toss it aside. With that accomplished, Erika now found herself standing in nothing but a messy
diaper. She made a mental note to herself as she waddled over toward the changing table to find a shirt or
something after she was finished with this. Assuming it didn't take too long to figure out.
"I dunno, how hard could it be?" Erika wondered aloud as she began to look around her supplies on hand. "I can
clean up after I potty, how bad can a whoopsie diapie be?"