Laying me down on the changing table, my diaper gave an enormous squish. Danielle checked to see that none of the gel had squirted out from the pressure, seeing none she quickly untapped me and slid the last diaper she had under me.
“Now try not to use this one up so quickly.” She added. I smiled mischievously at her as she dried me off and taped on a new diaper.
RING, RING, RING.
A cell phone went off and it took me a moment to place it with Danielle, I saw her face get sad for a moment before she put on a happy exterior and grabbed her phone from out of a pocket.
“Hello?…Richard…Yep, still with me…Uh-huh…couldn’t find anything?…Really? No records or anything?…weird…Bring him in? To who?…Social Servic-but!…Fine…I’ll be right over.”
She slowly folded over her flip phone. She looked at me, very sad, before she recovered and put on a fake happy exterior.
“Okay…umm…I have to take you to see Richard; I have to put you with some officials until we can find your parents or guardians.” Danielle said. “You remember Richard right?”
“Git took my milkshake.” I answered. Danielle smiled at me before pulling my pants back up and carrying me out of the restroom.
“Are you sure you don’t know where your parents are?” Danielle asked me as we walked over to another employee only door.
“I told you, my mom is in Washington.” I answered. Danielle stopped walking and looked me straight in the eye.
“Harry, this is no longer a game. If…well let’s just say that life is going to go topsy turvey for a bit if we can’t find your guardian.” Danielle said to me very seriously. I looked straight back at her, our eyes boring into each other.
She suddenly turned away before walking through a door and into a golf cart bay. She quietly put me down on the seat next to hers and turned the vehicle on. With a gentle hum of the engine, we once again rushed off through the Disney back lots.
Danielle didn’t say anything during the trip. I guessed she was mad at me for something; I was defeated in my chance to get to the haunted house. It looks like I was being handed over to social services, trapped forever in this body.
“We’re here” Danielle said somberly. I hopped out of the golf cart, when my guts gave a brief churning sensation. Without any warning whatsoever, I began pooping my diaper. I instinctively bent my knees a little to help the process along and in a few seconds my diaper was filled with a warm, sticky mass.
“You really can’t keep those things clean, can you?” Danielle chuckled as she sniffed the air and fanned the area in front of her face. My face flushed its deepest shade of crimson as I began to smell myself. I looked back down at my feet and felt a tear roll down my face.
“Oh honey, its okay. You couldn’t control it, it was just an accident.” Danielle said to me, kneeling down and giving me a big hug. I gently sniffled into her sleeve as she rubbed my back soothingly, I felt her chest hum with a gentle tune and felt myself calming down quickly. She looked at me with her warm smile,
“Hee hee, don’t worry. No matter what happens, I’ll be here to take care of ya.” Danielle said, I sniffled again and felt my noise running. Danielle grabbed a tissue from her bag and held it up to my nose. I blew in it with a little force and felt my nose clear up.
“Now how about we go get you cleaned up before you meet the suits?” She asked me, I nodded in reply and Danielle picked me up and carried me over to the Baby Care center, which was only a few blocks away. I felt the mass in my diaper squish out as it rested on Danielle’s arm. I rested my head on Danielle’s shoulder and listened to her breathing as we walked the final few steps to the care center.
I paid little attention to the people in the room, even though the smell I was causing was somewhere in their surface thoughts. I heard my name mentioned and Danielle was suddenly carrying a small box that had my name written on it. Danielle opened another door, and suddenly we were in the same private changing room that we started our day at.
“Alright Harry, so I got all of your old clothes, so if you can wear those if you want to.” Danielle said to me, I shrugged in reply. Danielle pushed me down onto the changing table and the mess realigned itself to a new position. With the courage of a veteran babysitter Danielle opened my diaper and released the full force of the smell.
I closed my eyes and blushed as she wiped me off, a much longer process that it was before. Somehow I must have nodded off, because the next thing I remember was her finishing the tapes on a fresh diaper. She gently slid on my old pants and buttoned them, I felt her grab something in my pocket and I opened my eyes to look at her.
She was holding a small ticket in her hand, a look of confusion across her face.
“What are your middle names Harry?” She asked me.
“Oliver Whitman” I answered, my parents had given me two middle names for reasons unknown. Danielle looked at the ticket in her hand and turned it towards me. My heart jumped in my chest as I realized what it was.
It was the radio ticket I used to get in the park. It had my full name, date of birth, information, and a picture of me; a picture that looked very much like the toddler sitting in a clean diaper, minus the five’ o’clock shadow.