“Karen?” Dillion’s voice was full of concern as he took his sister’s arm. With a surprising amount of strength, he carefully guided the girl onto the grass, “Do you want me to get Mom?”
“Wha… N-No, I…” The shock of this was making Karen dizzy. She could feel her diaper under her bottom, crinkling between her butt and the ground. Half-dreading it, the girl rose her skirt and looked again at the white object.
“Hmph…” Pouting, she demanded, “Okay, what am I doing in a diaper?!”
“Heh. Well…” It was clear that Dillion was confused by that question, but it didn’t shine through as much as it could out of continued worry. He awkwardly explained, though, “Well, until you can use the potty, you need –”