Get dressed and answer the door

"You get dressed and handle the parent!" Sarah said.

"Are you crazy? I smell like a sewer."

"You just blame it on one of the kids! It's not like it always smells like roses here."

"I... I don't wanna get dressed it'll squish the diaper too much."

"Nonsense!" said Sarah while getting her pants. "Quickly. Get dressed."

Kirsten looked at the tight jeans. No way they'd fit over that huge bulge. But Sarah had been right all this time, and some part of her felt like it wasn't all this bad. Like she wanted to do this to prove to herself that she could.

She took the jeans and put them over her legs. She got them to her thighs but stopped where the diaper began. She questioned herself once more.

"Here take the shirt." said Sarah.

Kirsten put on the shirt while considering pulling up the pants or giving up. It left her without a bra, but she could not care less about the man seeing her nipples through the shirt.

Eventually she made up her mind. She tugged the pants up, squishing the poop in the back of her diaper all over her butt. It was gross but she knew she could do it. She knew she wouldn't have to care, just like she didn't care about the mud or the spaghetti.

Somehow she managed to fasten her pants and now looked like the regular cute girl she actually was, except underneath she wore a soiled diaper like a baby.

The door rang again and Kirsten hurried to open it.

"Hi" said the mother who came in. "I'm here to pick up Johnny... What is that horrible smell?"

"A- uhm- the other kid had a big accident before leaving." Kirsten said with her butt itching from the used diaper.

"Of course." The woman smiled while getting in. She went into the main room and came to pick up her child. While Kirsten was looking at them from the door opening the mother said goodbye to Sarah and left the daycare. The adrenaline in Kirsten's heart fell down. She was no longer afraid of getting dirty. She could do this.