Rebecca tries to be a good girl

Nanny Malory's gentle touch was reassuring as she began to clean Rebecca, her movements precise and practiced. The warmth of the towel against her skin was oddly comforting, and Rebecca found herself relaxing slightly under the matronly woman's care.

"There we go, sweetheart," Nanny Malory murmured softly. "All nice and clean. You're doing such a good job."

Rebecca managed a small, hesitant smile at the praise, her nerves momentarily soothed. Once the cleaning was complete, Nanny Malory retrieved a thick, fluffy diaper from the dresser. The sight of it made Rebecca's heart race, but she took a deep breath, determined to remain calm.

"Let's get you into this, dear," Nanny Malory said, her tone still as kind as ever. "Lie down on the table for me."

Rebecca complied, lying down on the plastic-covered table. The cool surface sent a shiver down her spine, but she tried to focus on the comforting presence of Nanny Malory. The woman worked quickly and efficiently, securing the diaper around Rebecca's waist with practiced ease.

"There we go," Nanny Malory said with a satisfied smile. "All snug and secure. How does that feel, Rebecca?"

Rebecca shifted slightly, the unfamiliar bulk of the diaper a strange sensation. "It's... different," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Nanny Malory chuckled softly. "That's perfectly normal, dear. You'll get used to it in no time."

With the diaper securely in place, Nanny Malory helped Rebecca to her feet.