You were about to investigate when Amy walked over, and you resumed your cover, rocking back and forth like a baby would.
Amy looked like she was still in high school, maybe just out. This was probably a part-time job for her. She had short, dirty-blonde hair and glasses, which gave her a sort of cute look. She was quite thin and small in every area but her chest, which must be giving her back problems with the weight. She wore and extremely tight polo shirt, the buttons at the top looking like they were about to pop off.
She smiled at you, looking you over. Then she noticed a stain on your onesie. It was purposely placed there to make your act seem more believable.
"Not what do we have here?" Amy asked in a babying voice, "Looks like you got a little stain here. Don't worry, here at Lily's we can fix that right up. Won't your mother be happy to get you back with your onesie cleaner than it was when you got here?"
Amy then started to unzip and remove your onesie. You flailed in resistance. Your onesie had your transmitter and only way of contacting the agency on it. Everybody had assumed that it would remain on you, but apparently, the daycare took their work above and beyond, insisting on cleaning clothes they didn't dirty!
Unfortunately, you were much too weak for Amy, and she easily removed your onesie from you.
"Don't worry honey," She said in a calming voice, "We'll get it back to you in an hour or two."
Then Amy walked off to throw your onesie into a special washer or something, once again leaving you alone. But you were foiled once more as another worker, whose nametag read Sadie, walked over to the changing table, carrying a squealing little girl in a pink dress with her.
Sadie patted you on the head as she set the little girl down beside you. Then she stripped off the dress from the little girl, finally removing her diaper as well and giving her a change.
Right as Sadie finished putting a brand new diaper on the girl, her phone started to ring. She walked a few feet away to take the call, turning her back on you.
The little girl crawled over to you, playfully grabbing your hand. You tried to pull away, but she was surprisingly strong, pulling you towards her. The two of you wrestled around for a second, coming up sitting on opposite sides from before.
Then Sadie came back, still talking on the phone. She held the phone in place with her shoulder as she picked up the little girl's frilly yellow dress.
Then she started to put it on...
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