You reason with yourself that a guy dressed in a... well, dress is easier to play off than a baby onesie. Plus at least the skirt might cover up the diaper if push comes to shove.
Slipping the dress over your head, you pulled it down and popped your arms out the blouses sleeves. The frills of the skirt tickled your stomach a bit as you pulled it down, eliciting an involuntary giggle. Making sure it was straight, you flattened the Peter Pan collar and tied the Bow shut on the dress's back.
“...Crap!” You blurt out, realizing the skirt was way too high. Your pink diapered butt wasn't concealed by the dress at all, instead it being on full display! “Ugh, guess I'm going with the onesie, then.”
You reach in back to untie the bow, but it won't budge. “What?” You tug and tug, but it's tied tight. “You gotta be kidding me!” Frustrated, you tried to tug the dress off like a shirt, but it's too snug around you middle. You yank as hard as you can, so hard you swore the dress's delicate fabric should be tearing, but it was no dice, you were trapped in this dress.
With a growling sigh, You waddled over to the dresser and looked inside one more time, hoping to find something comparable to pants you might have missed. Best you could find was a pink and frilly rhumba diaper cover. Better than nothing,you awkwardly attempt to step into the leg holes, only to have your sneakers snag. Kicking them off, you insert one leg in, only to see your sock was pink and had frills at the cuff when it went through.
“Wha?!” Shocked, you stumble back and land on your butt, diaper cover around your ankle. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” You try to remove the diaper cover, but it won't pass your pink sock. It's like a super powerful magnet was preventing you from pulling your leg out. Curious, you put a single toe of your other white socked foot through the leg, a pink socked toe peaking out the other side. “Okay, this is some haunted house crap going on!” After pausing, you pushed your other foot through, both your socks now matching, pink and frilly. Sure enough, you couldn't take the diaper cover off, so you just pulled it up and over your diaper , realeasing the waistband with a snap.
Waddling over to the mirror, you let out a heavy sigh at the adult baby girl in the mirror. “Well, at least I'm cute looking, I guess...”
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