Potty Training Exam

[DiaperRebel]

After long languid wipes, airy coolness tickles along your upturned bottom. Normally quick and efficient, the puffy shakes seem to hold an air of smugness today, perhaps an extra flourish in the wrist. The endlessly embarrassing smell of talcum powder filling the room holds an added whiff of your well-used diaper pail having been pedaled open and hastily closed. 

“Uh-oh, someone was messy...” 

The sing-song voice of a Caregiver entering the diaper changing room in the middle of your change prickles against your ears. Your raised legs hide the speaker but you assume her idle entrance is to hear the latest gossip. Holding your ankles gripped well in hand is your assigned Matron and there is no hiding her knowing smile. She sets the bottle of baby powder aside and easily answers in the affirmative to her colleague. 

“What was it this time?” The other asks. “Missed the potty? Too many squares of TP? Too few?” 

“Oh no, she failed eons before her exam date.” Your matron replied, finishing the final rub against your powered bottom and lowering your legs to either side of your new diaper cushioned under you. You’ve never quite gotten used to looking down past your uniform folded neatly out of the way on your belly to your naked middle hygienically bare, framed languidly by your shoes and socks weighting your bowed legs lazily to either side of the open diaper.

 “She never once came to me asking for a change. This little one obviously has no sense of when her diapers need attention. Wet or messy, a mixture of 1 and 2! I’ve been just changing her on a set schedule and putting her right back in them.”

This, of course, was your unwitting downfall. You saved yourself the humiliation of asking for a changes a long while ago since they were happening regardless. Once you’d even swallowed every ounce of pride you possessed to ask when it was nearly unbearable to sit in a dirty diaper for a moment longer, but nothing came of it. There didn’t seem to be a point when changes were happening at specific times no matter how pristine or discolored the state of your diapers were.

Your Matron paused, passing a pointed look at your pacifier. You immediately suckled,  sliding the rubber nipple along your tongue. Your matron made it a painful point you nursed to her standards expected of babies, especially  when their diapers needed changing. Satisfied, she  grasped the diaper to tug it forward and continue her conversation. 

“There’s simply no way we could let her pass with her scores.” She leaned over to fold the crinkling plastic in place and stretch the tabs to wrap your hips in the cute crinkly print. “It seems it’s still diapers for her for the time being. No need to worry about the potty.” 

Her statement ends demonstratively as her fingers run to free the frilly leak guards between your legs in preparation for your next wet diaper.

[D503]

I love the format of this - hope to see more!

[Diaperingdaddy]

Great start I will be watching for more!