The smell grasped you quickly. There was no doubt, Tracy had soiled herself. Tracy didn't seem embarrassed about this at all.
"You really did it," you said incredulously. "You shit your diaper."
"Don't call it that. I just had a little accident. It'll be OK. I'll get changed," Tracy said as if what had happened was perfectly normal. She seemed more upset that I called it shit than that she had a turd in the diaper she was obviously wearing.
Tracy turned and left the room. I followed after her. I wanted to see what was going to happen.
Tracy found my mother Emma. "Mrs. Wilson I need a change. Can you help me out?"
"Sure, no problem. Come with me."
I couldn't believe it. My mom was acting like this whole thing was normal. Just like Tracy. My eighteen year old girlfriend had just shit her diaper and my mom didn't think anything was wrong.
Tracy followed my mom to her bedroom. I trailed a little behind too. Entering her bedroom, my mom went to her closet and found some baby supplies. I didn't know she had anything like that in there. She fetched a changing mat, a clean diaper, some baby wipes and pink baby lotion.
She placed the mat on the bed and bid Tracy to get up. It was all so bizarre. But before anything could happen, my mom stared at me.
"What?" I asked.
"We are about to start, could you please leave."
I was so drawn into what was going on that I didn't think I would be asked to leave. Although it is obvious that I should. When Tracy went to the lady's room I didn't go with her then. I wasn't going to be allowed to watch her be changed now. At this moment I was torn between wanting to watch this and not wanting to. It was best that my mom was shooing me out of the room.
I closed the door as I left. Although I waited just outside. I could hear what was going on. My mom and Tracy were just talking. My mom asked her about school. It sounded quite natural. But I could imagine that my girlfriend while having this seemingly normal conversation, was on her back, naked from the waist down with her feet in the air, as my mother was cleaning her butt and putting her in a new diaper.
It didn't take that long. Tracy exited the room in presumably a new diaper. But something wasn't as expected. When Tracy came out, she had her thumb firmly planted in her mouth. She was sucking it like a toddler. I had never seen her suck her thumb before. How could she, her nails were painted with polish. Sucking a thumb with nail polish on it couldn't be good for you? Could it?
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