"You girls are crazy. I'm going to the bathroom now and when I get back we do something else. I'm tired of playing house" You say leaving the room.
Behind you Hannah shouts something but you can't hear her anymore. "This baby-thing is getting out of hand..." you think to yourself.
You finally manage to locate the bathroom, let yourself inside and lock the door. You are about to sit on the toilet but you find to your dismay that the diaper Hannah and Krista put on you is not so easy to get off again. A simple manoeuvre of pulling it down yields no result other than frustration.
"I guess I have to open it by the taps" you mumble. Your fingers try their best but it is appearently not as easy to get off ones own diaper compared to the diapers you are used to change on the kids you babysit.
"C'mon!" you grunt, still fumbling with the taps. Suddenly you realize why you are having so much trouble. The taps have invisble tape on them! You wonder when and which of the girls decided to play this game with you. Probably Hannah.
Out of your eye you catch yourself in the mirror and your jaw drops to the floor. Earlier this morning a mature wellgrown teenager had looked back but right now was a toddlerlooking version of herself wearing her usual shirt but unusual underwear. The look of your crotch and ass in a diaper, NOT a sexy g-string, made you blush and tears started to build up in your eyes. "Get off!" you yelled at the pink plastic bag around your waist while your fingers kept fighting the small invisible parts of tape.
The pressure on your bladder is rising to a dangerous level and you are about to reach panic level. You start to scout around for a scissor but can't seem to spot any.
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