She stood up, wobbling cautiously, still somewhat afflicted by the poison. She hid the clean diaper in the bottom of the basket, the creature’s words slowly coming back to her memory, and began walking home. Her steps brought some dribbling, causing her to stop in alarm as she began peeing herself again. She blushed and began whining a little, pressing her free hand into her dress as though to stop the flow, but it was futile. With a sigh, she simply resumed her return home.
“How am I going to explain this to momma and pappa? An oh! Little Milica! As much trouble as she has learning to use the pot, seeing her damsel sister in such a state will surely confuse her! Dear oh dear…”
As she neared her home, all she wanted was to get out of this wet, messy thing. All she could think about was getting the diaper off. With such a mess, it’d be nice if someone could help her with it. It would be awesome if Nebojsa, the virile young son of the tanner, could do it. She was always too shy to talk to him, but his smile melts glaciers. Yeah! It’d never happen, but it’d sure be great if he just happened to come over and do that! And in light of what’s just happened, maybe he should put her in this other diaper, just to be safe.
Adrijana then shook her head, embarrassed for thinking such silly thoughts. What was more embarrassing, however, was the smile that thinking them brought to her lips…