Great wakeup

"Hey Alexa, wakey wakey." Carol said, shaking the sleeping girl once more. It was the third time she had shook her, and still the girl hadn't so much as responded. Giving it one more go, she finally got a response when Alexa opened her eyes, blinking and confused. Taking a few seconds, she slowly came to the land of the living.

"What's up?" Alexa said, rubbing the crusties out of her eyes. She could use a shower.

"Well, I figured you would want a shower and some breakfast before we go clothes hunting for you." Carol said, sitting in the chair. Alexa's slightly squeamish face told Carol all she needed to know regarding whether or not she had an accident. "Showers in the bathroom I showed you last night. Just call me whenever you need diapered, Paul isn't home. I'll look through that bag to find something to fit you."

Alexa nodded, too crusty and exhausted to do anything but waddle her way to the shower. The onesie came off with just a bit of struggle, and the diaper made a solid *thud* when it hit the ground, evidence that she wet. Alexa kicked them aside, and used the toilet. Hoping into the shower, she enjoyed the warm water rushing over her, removing the stale pee which had clung to her body. Not having any product, Alexa only did a quick rinse of her hair, mostly just standing under the warm water. As she washed her face, in a lapse of judgement, one of her contacts was flushed from her eye, followed by the other shortly after. Unable to do much, she continued with her shower uninhibited.

Carol checked through the bag, finally settling on an outfit that she was sure would satisfy Alexa. A pair of overalls that stopped at the thigh, with a cute shirt underneath. It was labeled 'Joana Play Outfit' in the Ziploc bag. Carol took it out putting the panties back in the bag, and collected the neatly folded dress and tights.

A knock on the bathroom door got Alexa out of her shower mode. Right. She had to get dressed and ready to shop for some business clothes. Getting out of the shower, she dried herself off and wrapped the towel around her midsection, opening the door a crack to let Carol in.

"Got a good outfit for you. Comfy." Carol said, pulling Alexa out of the bathroom and into her room. Laying her down on the carpet, she changed the girl after oiling and powdering her up. A new blue and white striped diaper cover came up, and Alexa sat on the edge of the bed. To think last night, there had been....here....

And she was sitting on the bed to get put into kids sized overalls and a cute shirt. Carol helped her pull the denim up and get everything right. By the end, Alexa was dressed like one might expect someone dressed by their mother to be. The diapers bulge was more evident then yesterday, with the butt and front of the overalls distended. The leg portion only went down to her thighs, showing off a good portion of her pasty legs and arms, and without a bra, Alexa was flatter than a board.

"There we go. I'm going to make breakfast. Any requests?" Carol said, with Alexa shaking her head.

"Whatever you think is good. Could I use your computer possibly? Without my laptop, I can't really access my work stuff." Alexa asked, following Carol into one of the offices. Logged in, she was able to access her emails and work website, which was an immediate relief to her.

The woman who took her bag had responded, with Alexa eagerly clicking the new notification.

'Ms. Johnson, Call me at ##-####-####-#### if possible. I'd appreciate it. Don't worry about possible time differences, I just want to establish a vocal rapport.'

Alexa's vision blurred the numbers together, reminding her to go check that bag for her contact case. No dice. Even a check of Carol's bag produced nothing but her glasses case. Black nerd frames. Better then nothing, she supposed. Besides, she had contacts in her luggage, for situations just like this.

Pushing the bridge of the glasses upwards, Alexa dialed the supplied number. Hopefully, this would end the whole email exchange and get her the bag back.

"Hello, who is this?" A very matronly voice said over the phone, with the background noise being the skittering of children.

"This is Alexa Johnson. We've been emailing back and forth about our bag swap." Alexa said, squirming in her chair. Phonecalls were not her favourite thing.

"Oh, Ms. Johnson, I'm glad to hear from you! Now, I know you got me the address to send your bag, and I gave you the address to send mine." The voice said, sounding much more nice, but no less stern. "I noticed we're only about a hour or so away from each other! Fancy that, right?"

Alexa felt her tongue run over her lips, a bit nervous at whatever this woman might say next. "R-right. I can send it through mail, that's no problem."

"Oh, no need to waste time. Listen, how about I call you later and we figure out which one of us is driving to who. Sorry, I have to get the kids dressed for school, not much time." Her voice said.

"Gre-great. Yeah that works." Alexa said, as the phone line went dead. Damnit. The last thing she really wanted to do was meet the woman who's kids clothes she been wearing for the past two days, and who's diapers had been more then well used.

"Lexi! Breakfast is ready." Carol's voice said, causing Alexa's tummy to rumble.

Breakfast was a veritable delight on its own, and Alexa sat at the table after thirds feeling more than full. Alexa's only complaint was the spice level of it, with Carol using more spices then she was used to. It sat funny in her stomach, especially the breakfast burritos, but the rush to go buy clothes made her forget about that.

"Let me grab my bag real quick." Carol said, letting Alexa to message Devin in the lounge area. Once Carol was back, the two headed to Carol's car. Originally, Alexa was getting to sit in shotgun, but Carol frowned.

"You can't, remember. I'm sorry but the Community Directors might shoot me for violating a stupid law." Carol said, giving her a frown and getting a laugh from Alexa. Carol's tits covered her vision as she strapped Alexa into the booster seat, making sure her legs were comfortable in it. "You forgot you water bottle by the way. Here you go."

With the handoff, Carol sat in her seat. First, to the boutique.