Hide your wet diaper.

You aren't eager to have your mother change you like Jane. {if Girl=true}You make sure that your nightie covers your diaper so she won't notice that you are wet.{else}Your t-shirt is too short to cover the discoloured crotch of your diaper so you awkwardly keep your hands over it. You seem to get away with it.{endif}

Your mother leads you and Jane to the playpen and opens the gate. After gently guiding you both inside, she closes it behind you.

Once she is gone, you try first to open the gate then to climb over the bars. You're not surprised when you fail at both of these seemingly simple tasks.

You look over the toys for something to distract you from your situation. Spotting some blocks, you sit down and start building.

"You're wet." Jane notices your diaper{if Girl=true} peeking out under your nightie{endif}.

"I'm trying to ignore it." You say, focussing on your blocks.

"Good morning, {if Girl=true}my princesses{else}Princess. Good morning Little Man{endif}." Your father greets you on his way to make his morning coffee.

Not long after, you feel a slight cramping in your stomach and instinctively lean forward, lifting your padded bottom off the floor just as you begin to fill your diaper. You feel the poop spread across your bottom, up the back of the diaper and between your legs.

You freeze in that position. Partially from the surprise but mostly because any movement squashes the horrible mess against your skin.

"What's wrong?" She asks but the smell answers her question for her. "Oh no."

"What do I do?" You ask. "This is so gross."

"I can call Mom to change you?" She suggests.