"I'm no scaredy cat," you protest, sensing Laura is only teasing you, "but it's probably best to start slow, don't you think? I mean, it's enough even if I just try one on, isn't it?"
"Try what on?" Laura's mother appears back in the room behind you, bearing a tray of drinks and snacks, at the most awkward of possible moments.
"I told Daniel all about me wearing diapers," Laura announces proudly. "He says he wants to try one on too."
"Really, Daniel?" Laura's mother views you with a sardonic eye. "Don't let her bully you into anything."
"I'm not," Laura insists, wide eyed and innocent. "I even said, he doesn't have to use them."
You nod your shy confirmation, still trying to stick up for Laura a bit in-spite of everything.
"Well, I suppose there's no harm in it," Laura's mother nods. "Feel free to go to Laura's bedroom, Daniel, and get yourself out one of the pull-up ones if that's what you want. I'm sure you can put those on for yourself."
She doesn't seem to question why you would even want to do a thing like that, or what your motivations are beyond playing along to Laura's whims.
"Um, okay..." you hesitate. "I should probably just go to the regular bathroom, first, though, I guess..."
"There's a commode chair thing in Laura's room," her mother gestures. "Not that she ever uses it. Just go on that - it's pretty much our downstairs bathroom."
"Oh, right..." you find yourself slowly being forced out of the room by expectation.
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