"We've got some time before we have to go out and get you some new clothes." Your mother said as she grabs your wrist and leads you towards the living room, giggling at the horrified expression on your face as you realized that she was telling the truth about going out in public. "You can play with some of your toys until then."
You let out a small whine as your mother leads you towards the living room. More specifically, to your old playpen. Before you could say anything, your mother picks you up and sits you down in the playpen before ruffling your hair and turning the TV on to some stupid baby cartoon about ponies and fairy princesses.
Oh goodie...
As your mother the room, you look around at the toys in the playpen. Your jack-in-the-box, your old teddy bear, a stack of alphabet blocks, a princess coloring book, and your old dolls.
You bite your lip as you contemplate making a break for it. On the one hand, your mother seemed to be preoccupied with whatever she was doing in the other room, so you could easily sneak out and get help. Or at least get away from her. On the other hand, given your current attire (a white dress from your childhood, pigtails, Mary Janes, and worst of all, the diaper), where would you even go if you did manage to sneak away? Or worse, what if your mother caught you trying to escape your punishment.
You looked between the front door and your old baby toys, mentally debating whether or not you should just play with the toys or take a risk and run for it.
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