Tell your mother that you are wet.

"Mom." You say blushing. "I wet my diaper."

"Okay honey." She says. "Let's go get you cleaned up."

She leaves Jane in the playpen and leads you back into your room. You're thankful that at least Jane won't be able to watch your humiliation.

You follow your mother and take your place on the changing table. Covering your face with your hands, you hope it is over quickly.

You feel her rip the tapes of your diaper open and then pull it away, exposing your crotch to the air. Covering your face in embarrassment, you just wait for it to be over.

Next, you feel your most intimate areas being cleaned with cold wet wipes. You blush under your hands as she wipes your shaft and balls then deep inside your butt crack.

Finally, you feel her slide a dry diaper under your bottom and seal you inside. You're thankful to have something between your mother and your privates, even if it is something so infantile.

"All done." She declares, helping you down.

She leads you back to the playpen. Jane is still inside, laying on her back, staring at the ceiling. Your mother opens the gate to put you and and 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.