“Please, I can’t sleep in these.” Misty’s pleading even sounded infantile, a whine creeping into her voice.

Caroline shook her head, no expression on her face. “I’ve told you, you don’t get to choose. I’m in charge, and I’m not letting you sleep without protection.”

“But they’re just too uncomfortable. Can’t I at least wear cloth? It’s more comfortable.” Misty hated having to make that admission, but it would be worth getting changed out of the hated disposable.

“Oh darling. You know I don’t like dirty cloth diapers, and you’ve only wet for the last day. I’ll change you into a cloth diaper after you’ve moved your bowels.”

Misty looked at her in horror. She had been holding back, didn’t want the foul smelling mess against her bottom, was now going to suffer a bad night’s sleep if she didn’t.

“Ok, you win,” she said, “I’ll go now.”

She closed her eyes and concentrated on relaxing the right muscles, squeezing with the others, effort rewarded by a rank smell coming out from under her bed covers, revealing she’d kept her promise.

Looking up she saw Caroline leaving the room, door starting to close behind her. “Wait! I just…”

As the door closed she heard, “Too late. Sleep well.”