"I'm not scared," you insist stubbornly, despite realising you're being blatantly manipulated here. "I can do whatever you do. That's only fair, isn't it?"
"Mm huh," Laura nods happily. "You hear that, mum?" she greets her mother, who's just come back into the room carrying drinks and biscuits. "I just had a wee in my diaper, and now Daniel says he wants to wear one too."
"Uh, it's not quite like that," you blush, as Laura's mother sets down the tray and regards you with a sardonic eye.
"It's going to be much more convenient, isn't it Daniel?" Laura prompts gamefully.
"Well, you didn't waste any time," Laura's mother glances sideways at Laura, before turning her gaze back on you. "Is that right, Daniel."
"I mean... I was just saying, it only sounds fair, whatever Laura has to do, I probably ought to, to..." you murmur.
"Laura doesn't 'have to' do anything," her mother crosses her arms, shooting another poignant look at Laura. "But, if you want to be led by her, I'm not going to stand in your way. We're pretty casual about such things around here, so if you want to wear a diaper, wear a diaper. I can change two as easily as one."
"Changed?" you echo, suddenly picturing such an idea. "By you?"
"Yup," Laura's mother nods sardonically, parroting your own words back at you with wry humour. "That only sounds fair, doesn't it? Whatever Laura has to do..." She turns back to Laura, "So, it sounds like you're going to need changing, before anything else, young lady... and Daniel, I guess you're coming along too, then, huh?"
"I guess," you blush, feeling like it's too late to back out now.
The three of you end up making a strange procession through to Laura's downstairs bedroom, with you feeling very surreal about what's developing, and wondering exactly what might be coming next. The room itself is a very strange contrast between pink and girly and rather medical, with an elevated hospital style bed and a hoist set-up, among various other accoutrements. Among them is a freestanding commode chair in one corner, with a shower-style curtain set up to draw around it.
"Go and sit on that for a moment, Daniel, while I change Laura," Laura's mother directs you straight towards the thing, "and make sure you've done anything you need to do before you get a diaper of your own. That way, hopefully there won't be any more changes for a while."
Well, that suggestion has a certain amount of logic to it. Not that the commode chair exactly appeals either; it's a shallow contoured pan that might as well be a simple bucket, without any subtlety to it at all.
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