Mercedes 844-33-CANDY Ext. 423
“Come on, baby boy, take off your diaper.” I say as I pull on the little white tab that’s keeping it shut.
You squirm a bit as you lift your ass, letting the thick padding fall off your body and land on the floor. The smell of your soiled diaper hits me immediately. It’s overpowering and I have to take a step back. I cover my nose with my hand, and look down at you.
You look back at me, eyes pleading. “I’m sorry, Mommy.”
I bend down to your level, and stare at you for a long moment, feeling my anger rising. “You know what, little boy? I’m not going to change you right now.” I stand back up and turn around.
I can feel your eyes on me as I walk out of the bathroom, into the main area of the clothing store.