They seemed to think it was hilarious. She rediapered me quickly and held me to her shoulder, patting my diapered bottom to comfort me. When I refused to be consoled, she told her guests that it was time for my nap and put me in my crib. I lay on my back in the crib and drummed my feet against the mattress in rage and frustration as Pauline closed the door behind her. I screamed and cried until I was too hoarse to do anything but whimper. After about an hour I fell asleep out of pure exhaustion and didn’t awake until Pauline came to take me to the lab for another treatment. The results were the same as the other attempts; I didn’t get any bigger that time either.