“Ok thanks Margaret.”
“Oh. And please put your diaper in it’s own trash bag from under the sink and tie it off before throwing it in the trash. We don’t want it to smell up the room!” Margaret crinkled up her nose and brow in a friendly sort of way.
“OK…sure.” she cracked a polite smiled.
As Jordan removed her Pajama bottoms and panties from over top of her diaper, she could feel the weight of it on her hips even more. Pulling on one of the tapes, she felt no sign of release and so she continued to add more force until the soft plastic gave way and tore, spilling yellowish wet clumps of cottony stuff on the floor.
“OH NO!!” she gasped.