Diaper Check

Miss Clara guides Lillian over to the changing table, her hands deftly unbuckling the straps of Lillian's shortalls with practiced ease. With a gentle tug, she eases the fabric down, revealing the unicorn-print diaper underneath.

Lillian blushes slightly under Miss Clara's scrutiny, feeling a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. As Miss Clara checks the diaper, she smiles approvingly at the dryness, though her tone carries a hint of playful admonishment. "A dry diaper is a waste, little one," she chides gently, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Lillian giggles nervously at Miss Clara's comment, feeling a surge of relief at the positive feedback. She watches as Miss Clara moves on to Dave, who grins proudly as his ultra-thick diaper is found to be wet but not in need of an immediate change.

"You like being a soggy boy, don't you, Dave?" Miss Clara teases with a playful wink.

"Looks like someone enjoys being a soggy boy," Miss Clara teases, her tone light and playful.

Dave chuckles at the teasing, his cheeks tinted pink with embarrassment. "I guess I do," he admits sheepishly, his pacifier bobbing in his mouth.

With the diaper checks complete, Lillian rejoins her classmates in the bustling activity of the preschool room. She eagerly joins in the building of towering block structures, her laughter mingling with the sounds of her classmates as they play.

As she explores the sensory table, Lillian's senses come alive with the feel of squishy playdough and the soothing sound of rice tumbling through her fingers. She loses herself in the moment, reveling in the simple joys of her second childhood.

But amidst the laughter and fun, Lillian feels a familiar sensation building in her bladder. She blushes furiously, feeling self-conscious as she realizes that she needs to pee. With a nervous glance around the room, she wonders how she'll manage in her diaper in front of her classmates.