I’d already asked mother to change me once. She’d just told me she come do in later in my room. I knew better than to ask a second time, even as the moisture in the diaper was becoming more irritable against my skin.
With my dress off, all I had on was a training bra and a sagging, pale-green diaper with a pair of small tapes on each side barely holding it up. Without any appropriate diapers my size at Walmart, my parents had turned to the internet. I’m sure they bought the cheapest brand that they could find. Even though I’d had the diaper on for more than six hours, I’d hardly had anything to drink which mean that had gotten soaked, but it hadn’t leaked.
