Call out for Jane.

"Jane." you call. "Come back."

Moments later, she re-enters your room. "Wet already?"

"Yes." You say. "You've made your point. Change it all back now."

"The only thing I'm going to change is your diaper." She smiles, effortlessly lowering the side of the cot.

"No way." You say moving away from her.

She grabs your arm. You somehow find it impossible to pull out of her grip as she leads you to the changing table. She guides you to climb up and lay on the padded plastic top.

"You're not really going to..." You start to ask but she just answers by ripping the tapes and pulling your soggy diaper open between your legs.

"We're both going to have to get used to this." She says as she begins cleaning your most intimate areas with baby wipes. "I'm going to be doing this a lot."

You cover your face with your hands as she wipes your shaft, then your balls and finally your butt crack.

When she slides a clean diaper under you and tapes it up you are thankful to finally have something between your privates and her, even is is is such an infantile item.

"I'm going to wash my hands." She says, helping you down. "Mom has your breakfast ready at the table."