Sarah looks in the wardrobe. "They must be in my old room."
"Mom must have forgotten to move them." Feicity says. "Isn't that convenient little Daniel? The diapers are already in your room."
After a quick check that their mother isn't around the girls lead you to your new room. It's obvious that this room used to be Sarah's. It's almost sickeningly cute.
"I don't think this is the room of a baby boy." Felicity comments. "You must be a baby girl."
"Sarah, go and choose a nice dress for Danielle." Felicity instructs her sister. "Something pink."
Sarah runs back to the room she now shares with Felicity.
Felicity helps you out of your shoes and socks. She then unbuttons your wet jeans and lets them fall to your ankles, then pulls your underpants down. You cover yourself with you hands but then felicity directs you. "Arms up." You obey and she pulls your t-shirt off.
"Lay down on the bed." She tells you.
She laughs as you nearly trip over your pants. You struggle free of them and lay down.
Opening the wardrobe, she finds the box of diapers and takes out one. "No more big kid underwear for you little girl." Unfolding it she tells you "lift you bottom." You do so and she slides it under you. Before sealing you into the diaper she picks up her camera again and takes a few more photos. "Danielle's first diaper. The first of many." Then she pulls the front of the diaper up tight and fastens the tapes. You don't know whether to be more releaved that your privates are no longer on display or embarrased that they are encased in a diaper. Finally Fleicity runs a finger around each leghole. "Just making sure that the leak guards are in place. We don't want any more wet pants. Do we?"
Sarah returns with a bundle of pink fabric. She giggles when she sees you in your diaper.
"Perfect." Felicity says. "But first we need a few photos of her in just a diaper, to show what a big baby she is."
She takes a few shots of you lying, then sitting and standing before having you raise your arms again so she can slip the puffy pink dress over your head. Then it's time for a few more photos. Some with the skirt of your dress lifted to showoff your diapers.
"Dinner's ready." Ms Thompson calls from the kitchen.
The girls lead you to the dining room.
"What's going on here?" Asks Ms Thompson, looking you up and down.
"We were just playing dressups." Felicity explains. "Weren't we Daniel?"
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