Michelle simply lowers her head and starts to cry into her arms.
"MATTHEW!" Her mom shouted, after coming inside. "You promised today you were gonna vacuum the goddamn floor!"
Sarah watched as Michelle briefly smiled and giggled softly, but then immediately resumed the sobbing.
Her dad came in through the door behind her mom, putting his keys on the ring. The dad headed over to the master bedroom, where he crashed onto the bed and sighed with relief, while the mom went over to The Person Formerly Known as Matthew's room.
"Matthew, where are you?" She asked, looking around.
Michelle ramped up the volume on her crying a bit. Her mom stood there, confused as to what she was hearing. She walked up to the bed and knelt down, lifting up the sheet, and seeing a crying little girl.
"...hey..." Her mom said, looking confused, but concerned. She held out her hand for Michelle to grab, but she didn't take the offer.
"Hey..." she said, trying to be as comforting as possible, "come on out, it's okay. It's safe." She patted her on the head.
Michelle just shook her hand off her head, and backed over to the side. In doing so, she bumped into Sarah, but didn't realize.
"...what's wrong, sweetie?" Her mom asked her.
Michelle provided no answer.
"Oooh..." Sarah said out loud to herself, "I see what Michelle's doing here. Ahh, she's as crafty and manipulative as ever!"
Her mom looked at her, thinking of something to say.
"Are you hungry? Would you like me to make you something to eat?"
Michelle looked up with teary-eyes, and nodded.
"Okay, come on out, and I'll make you some food, okay?" She reached out her hand.
Michelle looked at the hand with apprehension, eventually took it, and started scooting her way up out of the bed. Her mom paid attention as she was able to get a better look at her, and then her mouth popped open a bit when she saw the girl was wearing a diaper, and nothing over it. Her motherly instincts kicking in before she could even register the surprise, she also observed the bottom-region of the diaper and saw that it was wet.*
*Though, not quite wet enough to justify a change. Unless they're about to go somewhere, or guests are coming over.
After these maternal calculations had gone through her mind in 1/32nd of a second, the rest of her brain processed this in the following 1/4th second.
This girl is wearing diapers, and apparently needs them, but she's not sure why. However, she figures it's best not to ask her about that right now. She walks her over to the kitchen, and Michelle looks at a bar stool and climbs up on it, looking around the house like she's never been there before.
Sarah, freaking out with excitement of how Michelle looks with her wet diaper bulging out between her legs on the stool, screams,
"KANOJOU WA TOTEMO KAWAII!!!!" as she almost slips and falls on her ass.
"I need more!!!!" She tries to catch her breath. She holds her finger out as she steps away. "Hold on, Michelle! Don't do ANYTHING until I get back!!!"
She then makes a break for the back door, charging through the yard, STILL making sure to watch for cars, dashing up to her room, and having to calm down to carefully add something in the Chronivac.
>>User can now, at her will, hear the inner thoughts of anyone she chooses<<
"Excellent! Now I can really get into their heads!" She rubs her chin. "Hmmmmmmm, should I add anything else? ...OH I know!!"