Hazel stands, unable to keep still. The thought of soiling a babyish garment excited her. Hiding it underneath her skirt at school - going to the bathroom under the noses of her classmates. Maybe Hazel wants to be caught? Maybe she can fill her diaper whilst presenting and pull her skirt down? She doesn't care that she could get caught today, and she doesn't know why. Everything is so surreal to Hazel.
'There you are,' says her Mom, handing her a pull-up. 'Get that on you, and get to school.'