“Oh Sweetie, you’re about to leak. No, don’t worry about the smell, baby girls can’t help that.”

Tanya winced. She couldn’t see herself as a baby girl, the evidence provided by filthy diaper notwithstanding.

“I’d change you here, but the rug is too expensive. Let’s pop upstairs and we’ll look after you there.”

Tanya let herself be picked up, cradled under her full diaper, its contents smearing against her skin. She hated that feeling but knew it wasn’t her choice, that she’d caused the issue by losing control.

“There baby, let’s get you upstairs. Next week I promise, I’ll buy a coffee table, that’ll let me change you down here.”

Tanya sighed, looked forward to that purchase. She knew she’d need more changes, that a coffee table would be quicker, easier, mean less time trapped in a filthy diaper, smearing its contents against her delicate cheeks, a rash now inevitable.

“Thank you!” she said, her first contribution. She hated it all, but at least she had someone that cared.