He respawns in Daycare Village.

He wasn't certain how long he was dead. He had always heard people compare the act of dying as simply falling asleep, but he never knew you would wake up from it.

At first he thought he woke up in a cage, having been captured after the Great Red Dragon knocked him ****. It was when his half-sleeping brain caught up with him when he noticed that his cage had a padded surface, the bars were made of wood and it had no ceiling.

"Am I in a crib?"

"Well, well, well. Look what the dragon coughed up."

He looked to his left and realized that he wasn't alone. Next to his crib was another, identical crib with another person. It was a woman around Timothy's age and size. She had darker skin, her hair done in various braids held back with a green headband. She wore a pastel-green sports-bra and what looked like a matching-green adult diaper.

"What?"

"It says so on the side of the crib. 'Name: Knight. Level 1. C.O.D.: Great Red Dragon.' Pretty ballsy of your to go after a boss monster at such a low level. I'm sure you were just having a bad day."

She had a thick Australian accent, and she was clearly having a great time mocking him.

"I-I didn't mean--"

"I'm just messin' with yah," said the woman. "That freakin' Dragon is a beginners trap. Half the players in this server would up gettin' pummeled by that thing on their first life."

"I'm Sophia the Bandit-Queen. Though my friends call me Sophie. Should I call you 'Mr. Knight' or is that what they call your father?"

"My name isn't 'Knight.'"

"I know. A visit to your profile can fix that. So what do I call yah?"

"I'm Tim. Er, Timothy. Call me Timothy."

"Tim? Your name's Tim? Bloody Hell, man," she gave a cackle. "You really missed something. Your name is Tim and you picked the Knight class? If you picked the Wizard set you could have leveled up and gotten the Enchanter title."

Tim went from being confused to annoyed. The schoolyard was full of Monty Python jokes at his expense and it soured it for him for life.

"Where am I?"

"You're in the infirmary," said Sophia. "You lost all' your health and your respawned here. You weren't carrying any curncy on you were you?"

"What's... curncy?"

"It's the game's currency. I think it's supposed to be how a toddler pronounces it. Makes the game more immersive. Anyway, you die and half your money disappears as a penalty. Lot of foolhardy gamers lose a lot of money walking around with fat coin-purses instead of putting them in the town bank."

Then Timothy heard a subtle hissing sound, followed by a warm feeling in his nethers.

Diaper Integrity: 60%

He looked down at himself and realized two things. One, he wasn't wearing his armor. Two, all he was wearing with his diaper, out in the open in front of this stranger. And the diaper had one of the most conspicuous yellow stains on the front, though that could have been his embarrassment talking.

He reflexively tried covering himself with his arms, his face blushing.

Sophia didn't seem to mind, the only response she gave being a smirk at the expense of his embarrassment.

"Hey, nanny," Sophia shouted.

Appearing in a circle of light appeared a cel-shaded woman. She almost towered over him, and might still have if he were standing. She wore a white nurse's outfit that shined as though it were covered in glitter. She had long red hair, green eyes and a pair of pointed ears that stuck outward.

"Hello, my dearies. I see you are both doing much better. You really need to learn how to play safely, but I'm glad that you made a full recovery. Is there anything I can do for you?"

From the way she moved and spoke, Timothy knew instantly that this wasn't a player character like him or Sophia, but an NPC: a Non-Player Character.

Suddenly, a screen appeared waist-high in front of the NPC with a list of commands

• Diagnostic Check
• Diaper Change
• Trade
• Leave Infirmary
• Never Mind

"Diaper change," said Sophia.

The command "Diaper Change" blinked briefly before the list vanished.

"Aw, does somebody need a change? Do they? Do they? Well don't you worry. We'll get you out of that thing in no time."

The NPC picked Sophia up, the adult in diaper weighing like a pillow to the computer-generated woman.

"I've been walking for miles with a fresh one in my pants. If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have gotten myself taken down by a roaming band of freakin' Fluff wolves, I'll tell yah that. Knew I should have invested in a portable changing station."

Sophia was talking to Timothy, him being the only one who would listen as the NPC woman filled out a pre-programmed set of commands as it laid Sophia down on a giant changing station. When the NPC pulled off the tapes of her diaper, Timothy reflexively looked away. Sophia didn't seem all that bothered, her hands under her head like a make-shift pillow as her butt was raised up and wiped for her.

It didn't talk long before it was done, the soiled diaper replaced with an identical, but much cleaner diaper and the NPC lowered her back into the crib.

"Did you need anything else? " Asked the NPC with a smile on her face.

"I don't know about you, but I've gone a dinner reservation. You can come to if you want. Always nice to break in a newbie," said Sophia to Tim before she turned to the fake-woman. "Leave infirmary."

"Well, it looks like our time is up," said the NPC. "But you can come back any time if you have any ouchies to fix."

The NPC picked Sophia back up again and set her down on her feet, the fresh diaper keeping the woman's legs apart.

In a flash of light, clothes magically appeared on the woman's body. Over her sports bra a hoodie appeared, bright green with various gold laced and ornaments with the hood down. The diaper was suddenly covered in what looked like a giant leaf carefully folded into a pair of bloomers to cover it. Strapped to her waist was a pouch and three scabbards containing knives of three different sizes.

"First word of advice newbie," said Sophie over her shoulder. "Might want to get that diaper changed now. The more you use it, the more trouble you're in for."

A door in the corner of the wall opened and she left.