Valentina in diapers on the trail
The day was so clear it seemed the sun was there to accompany us. I took Valentina for a walk along the trail, a peaceful way to spend the afternoon. Always cautious, she carried her backpack; I offered her a cold orange juice as soon as we started.
Valentina drank it the whole way, happy until her tummy started rumbling like a pressure cooker. She stopped, doubling over slightly.
I think the juice is making me pay, she murmured. Don't worry, that's what your diaper is for. If it happens, it happens, I said, trying to stay serious.
She blushed, but eventually relaxed and let the juice do its thing. The relief on her face was immediate, though her shyness faded too.
Well, I said, now we'll find a safe place to change you.
And that's how our little mission began. We walked for quite a while, dodging people, dogs, everything. Valentina walked ahead of me, covering her face every time someone passed by.
Almost there? she asked every two minutes.
Almost, I replied, though it wasn't entirely true.
After searching for quite a while, we found a hidden spot among tall bushes, quiet and shady.
She stretched out her legs, and I helped her. I got out wipes. The change took a while, but I used so many wipes that she smelled delicious, fresh, and happy.
All done, I announced. Valentina smiled, no longer embarrassed. Thank you.
We returned to the path, walking calmly and laughing about the unexpected adventure.
