Both Jane and Trixie need changing.

Eventually, Marie called today's sessions off right on schedule, giving the students another half-hour until lunchtime.

Some struggled to get on their feet and toddled off or crawled on all fours to some random corner of the room to play or ponder their lot in life. Jane got on all fours, her butt sticking up in the air, before managing to get on her two feet. She shook her whole body like a wet dog, stray strands of her whole coat as the rest of her puffed out like a stuffed animal. Some of the bits of fur in the air caused the girl with hummingbird feathers to her right to sneeze.

Trixie was the only one who didn't attempt to get out of her pillow. Instead, she leaned forward, her gaze cloudy and distant, as her cheeks puffed a little from exertion. Her tail stopped swishing around and stood straight up.

While most babies could never tell when they've used their diapers, experience taught them the signs of when other babies were going potty in their's, and Jane took this as a personal reminder. She lifted the rim of her shirt just enough to expose her belly button and the top frills of her diaper. Printed on the front of her diaper was no longer a picture of a nest full of eggs, but a nest full of small baby birds ready for mama bird to feed them. She was wet.

Trixie gave a cathartic sigh and leaned back, no doubt spreading her accident against her skin, and she didn't seem to mind. Probably didn't notice. She blinked a little, only to notice a moment too late that Jane was crouching to her right, her own ringed tail swishing about

"Hey. I'm Jane," said Jane. Trixie's gaze jittered a little from confusion, not sure what to do about this tiger squatting so close to her.

"T-Trixie, but you know that."

"Wanna be friends?"

Again, Trixie hesitated a little.

"I... guess?"

"Cool. Why don't we get changed, and we can decide what to play."

"What?"

The look Trixie gave clued Jane in that she had only just now realized that she had just pooped herself in front of this strange, but friendly tiger cub.

"O-oh! I'm so sorry, I don't usually-- I mean--"

Jane gave a smug smile as Trixie fumbled over herself.

She was just like this when she first came to Ellen's.

If Trixie was anything like Jane, she was probably trying desperately to figure out the "proper" way to behave now that she was back in a world where humans potty trained their children at an early age, instead of a world of talking animals where "adults" were practically another species all-together. Every fiber in her body was telling her that the diaper was made to wet and mess and get changed for a grown-up, but the "grown up" part of her brain that had only just come back to her when she returned to Earth said that she was a big girl, and big girls don't poop their pants and instead used the big girl potty. She was embarrassed, or more accurately, thought she had to be embarrassed more out of politeness than actual shame.