"No Sarah." You say. "I don't really feel like playing."
"Because you have to wear a diaper?" She asks.
You blush. "Yes."
"Don't worry." Sarah says. "Mommy makes me wear diapers all the time. You'll get used to it."
"This is the last time I wear diapers." You tell her.
"If you don't have any more accidents." She adds.
She realises that she's not going to convince you to play so she leaves you alone.
Eventually Ms Thompson calls you for dinner.
You feel like the diaper is pushing your legs apart as you walk. You hope that Felicity can't notice. When you sit at the table it presses against your bottom, always reminding you of its presence. You shift uncomfortably in your seat throughout the meal.
After dinner is finished, and the table cleared Ms Thompson tells Sarah. "Come on, it's time to get you ready for bed." Sarah follows her to the room she shares with Felicity.
"That means Mom's going to put a diaper on her." Felicity explains. "She must have wet herself last night. I can't believe I have to share a room with that baby."
You giggle nervously, hoping she doesn't discover your secret.
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