Your tantrum was interrupted by the sound of somebody entering the room. You turned over and saw that it was a young lady about the age of twenty three, with blonde hair and big green eyes. You must have been a sight to see. Your eyes were red from your tears, you were laying down on the ground. You were diapered, which was full by the way. And to top it all off, your skirt was wet in both the front and the back. You were currently laying on your tummy with your hands clenched.
"Oh honey, are you okay?!?" The lady who obviously was the girl from the phone said as she came to your aid.
You quickly got off of your stomach and onto your butt. Sitting on the wet spot made you cringe a little. The lady ran up to you and got on her knees. Before you could say anything, she wrapped her arms around you and gave you a big warm huge. You were taken back by this, and once again couldn't find words to say.
"Oh look at you,". The young woman said, "your diaper is SOAKED, and your poor skirt is all wet. Not to mentioned that your alone and unsupervised, you could have gotten hurt."
She gave you another hug, but this time you were able to speak.
"So, you can take me out of here?" You asked.
"Why of course dear,". She replied. "I have the bus parked right outside."
She pointed to a doorway that definitely wasn't there earlier. It must have been a one way door or something.
"Upsy-daisy." The woman said as she, to your supprise, picked you up. Like a little kid, she rested you at her side as she carried you out of the room, and to a school bus that look like it belonged to a daycare. As she approached it, the door opened automatically and she continued to carry you inside.
The interior of the bus was covered with several childish decals, and unfortunately for you, the seats were designed for toddlers. Safely straps and all.
"Now I don't want any fussing now," the lasy said as she nested you into the seat and began to put on the safety straps. It felt kinda odd to be in the booster seat. It was a tight squeeze, and it pressed hard onto your diaper. It seemed strange that she was the one to pick you up instead of the police, but you were feeling a little fuzzy and didn't think to much into it.
"Um, I don't think I ever caught your name." You told the lady.
Now sitting in the drivers seat, the girl turned her head over, and said "it's Amanda, dear."
Amanda started up the car, and the two of you drove off of the lot. You couldn't see very well outside, because the seats were so slow to the ground. They weren't propped up like normal buses. During the ride, you kind of grabbed your knees and pulled them in so you would rock like a little ball. For some reason, you were feeling kind of strange. Your head was kind of cloudy, and you were sort of having a hard time thinking.
Once the ride ended, Amanda got of out her seat and went back to help you out of yours.
"That's okay, I can handle this." You tried to tell her.
"Nonsense darling." She replied as she unstraped your seat and picked you up again.
For such a young and slim woman, she was able to lift you up like you were a child. You weren't that small for your age, and sure you were on the slim side, but she shouldn't have been able to lift you up like that.
She carried you inside the daycare, and brought you to the second floor were all of the rooms were. She then proceeded to take you to the third room to the right.
"Shouldn't I call my parents?" You asked Amanda.
"I guess you could, but they probably would want you to stay."
Her response seemed kind of strange, but none the less, she gave you a cell phone. You dialed your mother's number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello?" She answered
"Hey mom," You asked, "Can you pick me up from a place called Happy Care day care?" Saying that quickly prompted you to blush a little, realizing how silly that sounded.
"We'll if it's a day care, then why not just stay?" Your mom answered. "I could use a break, and I think you could use one too."
"What? Hello???" You asked her before she hung up. The way she was acting was the strangest thing. She just didn't seem to care. This whole day had been one strange occurance after another. Speaking off, you remembered that you were in a wet diaper. And it was starting to irritate you.
"Um," you asked Amamda, "could you show me a place to change?"
"Oh that reminds me," she said, "We need to go in the room."
With that she grabbed your hand gently and led you inside. The room was conducting an activity, and it was...
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