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"Shelter" with Jason Statham.

- - -  Inside the mall it was busy, much busier than Heather felt comfortable with. Now she was thankful that she hadn’t been made to walk, the masses of amazons bustling in every direction was chaotic in her mind, if she had been walking there was a high likelihood she would have been trampled by now. As the pram turned a corner away from the throngs of people into a wide passageway Heather looked up. Where were they now going she wondered, her question answered almost immediately when she was close enough to read the signage on the wall directly ahead where the passageway split into left and right directions. Male and Female washrooms to the left, so that was where they were now going, finally she relaxed thinking ‘I can get out of this disguise’. Then, without warning her hopes were dashed as the pram made a hard right causing her to look to her left and read the signage again… what she saw caused her pulse to race, it left her in doubt where they were now headed. A large graphic of a baby wearing a cloth diaper fastened with a diaper pin on each side at the front and the words she didn’t want to see, ‘Parents Room’. A rush of adrenaline filled her blood stream, her senses were on high alert now, the click clack, click clack sound of the the prams wheels as it navigated the tiled passage left her feeling like she was on a runaway train.  As it turned out that wasn’t the case, the Amazon woman had a firm grasp on the pram handle effortlessly bringing it to a stop leaving Heather in no doubt where they now were. Even a blind man would be able to work that out she rationalised as the scent of wet diapers and sweet smelling baby power assailed her senses. What she saw left her in no doubt, armchairs for Moms to feed their bubs, a bottle warmer on the bench, a row of diaper change tables with a large diaper pail at the end that looked to be overflowing. The Parents Room, the woman had taken her into the Parents Room instead of the Ladies Washroom. As the harness securing her inside the pram was unclipped Heather took a deep breath, its OK she rationalised, there would be no way that Diane could deal with this diaper in the ladies room, its just a step in the process to getting my own clothes back. Compiling with what the woman intended Heather was still surprised when she was lifted effortlessly onto an empty diaper change table, her t-shirt pulled up by the woman she had trusted to help her escape from Ivy now blowing a raspberry on her naked tummy.  “Awww, aren’t you just a little cutie, yes you are …. yes you are,” the woman fawned as Heather blushed in embarrassment. She felt the temperature rising in the room as her cheeks blushed, the moment not missed by the woman who carried on uninterrupted as if she was an actual baby. “Baby needs a diapee change… yes she does… yes she does…”, ripping open the two tapes of the diaper she had put the girl in at the roadside stop before the Police roadblock. Being disguised as a baby to get past the roadblock was one thing, what the woman said next further accentuated Heather’s embarrassment, “Lay still Babygirl, Mommy needs to change your poopy diapee.”  When the front of the soggy disposable was pulled down between her legs she immediately felt the cold air conditioned breeze as it chilled her small body and shivered. “Coooodd… is cooedd” she cried out her adult voice still not fully functioning. While she was frustrated by that limitation at least Diane could understand what she was trying to say. “You really are a cutie aren’t you little one, now, stop squirming and Mommy will get you out of that dirty diapee.” With the petite girl secured to the change table Diane smiled, her decision to take the girl at the Burger Lion had been fortuitous. She was near perfect in every sense, petite, blond and caucasian with a baby face. Her arms and legs were skinny as sticks but a couple of months of full time bottle feeding on a diet of infant formula and being relegated to a crawler so that she didn’t burn off the calories would fix that. Taking the girl’s ankles in one hand she pushed her legs upward so that her feet were directly above her belly. What she now saw confirmed her suspicions. The girls buttocks were smeared between her cheeks with what looked like tan coloured soft serve ice cream, further inspection was not required. The kinder suppository had done its job, what more could she ask for?, p Pushing the girl’s skinny legs back further the evidence was presented to her, a soft tan coloured snake lay waiting, coiled in the disposable diaper, its tail elongated and  its head ready to strike. “I thought baby had made a present for Mommy, It’s just as well Mommy put you back in a diaper little one, if you had still been wearing those ridiculous pull-ups they would not have contained your poopy and we would be throwing your pants in the trash as well as your underwear..”  Heather was mortified, she hadn’t intended to use the diaper, the snake had made its appearance unannounced, then the inevitable had just happened, all too fast before she could stop it and she had no idea why after fourteen years of being successfully potty trained. As a handful of cold baby wipes cleaned her sensitive skin she teared up. Then as quick as the woman had started she was done. “Baby is all clean… its time for some clean panties then we can go shopping.”  As the woman rummaged through the diaper bag that hung from the pram a young girl’s voice interrupted Heather’s train of thought. “Mummy… mummy… I need to go… please I can’t hold it much longer can you help me?   Naked apart from the t-shirt that was rolled up her tummy Heather rolled he head and saw the girl she had made friends with at the Burger Lion dancing from one foot to the other as her Mom released the straps of the denim overalls she was wearing and let them fall to her feet revealing the fact that she too was diapered. “Step out Becky,” the woman directed as the girl gingerly lifted each foot clear of the confining overalls designed for a boy. “Good girl, your diapee is still clean and dry, lets het it off them you can use the potty unlike your baby sister,” the girl’s mom commented for effect as if to make the point that Heather was the baby in the room and still needed to be in baby diapers. 

Kayla had to think about it did she really wanna put a pacifier in her purse.. She got up to go do her hair.. She didn’t know it but her mommy had already got an extra pacifier and was now keeping one in her purse for her new baby… Once Kayla was done she walked back into the room.. ”Sure what are we doing?” 

I think you're trying to use cloth diapers in the same manner as disposables which is a mistake. I know you try to hypermile your disposables to get as much value as possible. This works because the high quality disposables you wear have something that prevents odors. They also have a liner that works similar to goretex fabric that allows urine to pass through into the padding but not the reverse so your skin stays relatively dry. Cloth diapers have neither of these functions. I put on my cloth night diapers shortly before going to bed every night. When I get up in the morning I will keep them on while I make coffee and have breakfast but I don't keep them on all morning even if they aren't soaked. They're reusable so trying to wear them until they are about to leak is counter productive. I know when I strip off those diapers every morning the ammonia smell is strong. The longer you keep them on, the worse the odor will be. The second factor you should consider is that oils, creams and lotions destroy plastic pants, which are a big expense. Because of this I never use them at night so my skin is unprotected from direct contact with urine and the ammonia. If you protect your skin so you can extend the time you wear them so you can save on disposables, then you're not saving money because you're shortening the life of your plastic pants. There's no free lunch here. Hugs, Freta