Tomorrow was going to be interesting. She’d planned to enroll Carley in a daycare program; it was run by a friend who was also in on the operation, but Little Carley wouldn’t get to know those details. Mildred was an old friend and an expert on unpotty training and diaper dependency conditioning. Hopefully, the daycare could do the hard parts, the real humiliation and degradation, and she wouldn’t look like the mean one. Carley had been compliant up to this point, but she had no idea if that would continue. Maybe if someone else did the heavy lifting, she could work on drying tears and planting gentle suggestions.
She let out a sigh. Maybe she’d gone soft? She certainly wasn’t concerned about hurting feelings before she reformed. The difference between those Littles and Carley, though, is that Carley was expected to come back from this experience in one piece.