Confused, but not angry

"So, those diapers in the bag were yours? I figured you...had a daughter." Diana said, surprised at the turn of events.

"Yes, uhm, yes." Alexa said, face tomato red. Her hands covered her eyes, and she contemplated melting into the changing table.

"Do you need them, or just like to wear them?" Diana said, befuddled at the adult wearing them.

"Need them!" Both her and Carol said, with Carol beating her to the punch. "She's, uh, she definitely needs them."

"Oh, it's not some weird fetish thing. Got it. Well, in that case, she has a really bad diaper rash. Let me help Carol." Diana said, the abnormally tall woman butting next to Carol as Alexa watched in horror. The two women worked together to powder, rub baby oil, and slathered cream into Alexa's loins. It was mostly just Carol's work and Diana talking, but Alexa was confused how either woman thought this was normal. Eventually the change was done, and Carol was running her hands along the inner part of the diaper to check the fit. The bathroom door jiggled, and someone opened it.

"Uh, miss, you can't leave your kids unatten..." The man stopped his speech as he realized he was barging in on a change. Alexa felt her mortification reach a whole new level, and she stood on wobbly feet as Diana helped her off the changing table.

"Carol, could you check on my kids. I need to have a word with Alexa really quick." Diana said, the tall woman sounding forceful enough to make Carol scatter.

"You're serious about needing these things, right? Like, my kids aren't going to be exposed to anything weird or anything of the sort?" Diana asked the embarrassed Alexa. She already had her answer from her red Alexa was, but she wanted to hear it verbally.

"I need them. Please, don't tell anyone. I'm....Please just don't tell anyone." Alexa said, breaking down as her secret was revealed to another person. The response was all Diana needed and she patted the girl on the back.

"I won't. Before we leave, is Joan's diaper comfy for you? Not too loose, not too tight?" Diana asked, pulling up Alexa's sundress.

Alexa choked on the words. "It's....fine. Fits fine. Thank you for letting me use one of your daughters."

Diana could sense the girls anguish and stress, and didn't know how to react. She was an adult, sure, but she certainly wasn't acting like an adult.

"Good. Listen, I won't say a word to the kids about it. Whenever you have to go potty, let me or Carol know, 'kay?" Diana said, prompting a nod from Alexa. Diana seemed a bit miffed, and took on a much, much more matronly tone. "I'd like a verbal response."

"I will." Alexa muttered, staring into the ground.

"Will what?" Diana said, going into full mom mode.

"I'll let you know when I have to go potty!" Alexa said, stamping her foot.

"Okay, good." Diana said, smiling and chuckling a bit. "Joan only wears them just in case, but she hasn't had an accident in awhile, so don't worry about running out of your diapers."

They headed out, with Diana 'fixing' Alexa's fussiness by buying her something from the gas station, specifically a big thing of chocolate milk. Sipping on it, Alexa felt her mood lessen, and when she saw Carol standing near the kids, she felt her spirits rise.

The drive to the restaurant was scenic, and Alexa watched it pass with amazement from the back of the car. Her view ended when they parked in the lot of an older, fancy looking restaurant.