Less than two hours later, Jon found himself once again sitting on a matt in his daycare. He was currently playing with another "girl" roughly the same age as him. He was mindful to act as similar to the other children as possible but this had become easier for him to do. He found he couldn't hold his attention on one particular activity for very long. He found the other children's excitement and laughter infectious and he was giddily playing along with the other girl, giggling and laughing with her as they swapped blocks and helped each other stack them. Jon looked down at himself. He was glad Biff had given him the option of wearing pants today, even if they were bright pink and covered in butterflies. He could see the bulge of his diaper in the front of his pants, which was a constant reminder of his new role in life. He thought his diaper was dry, he couldn't really tell anymore. He only seemed to notice he had wet it when it was too late and it was heavily soaked. He always noticed when he had popped in it but again only after the fact, he had zero control of when or where it could happen.
Moving of from the blocks, Jon awkwardly got to his feet by first pushing his butt up into the air and then using his hands to push himself up. He urged his new friend to come over to the toy kitchen with him to continue playing together. He was careful not to use any big words, instead pointing and saying "play, play." The other girl agreed and eagerly got up and toddled over to the kitchen with Jon.
They played together for a little while. At one point Jon was bending over to get something out of a crate when his legs bent and he squatted down automatically. He felt his diaper getting heavy at the back as he filled it with poop. This made him uncomfortable and he felt a few tears rolling down his cheek. One of the women working there had been observing him and swooped in before he got to upset. "C'mon sweetheart. Let's get you out of that stinky diaper."
