It's your party. You have every right to enjoy yourself.
you finish the wine in front of you. Then call a waitress over for a refill and then another. Soon you lose count of how many you've had.
You are woken by unbearably bright sunlight hitting your face.
"Time to wake up sleepyhead." Rachael says.
Squinting you can see her opening the blinds further. This must be the hotel room you had booked for the night. Although, you don't remember how you got here.
You have a terrible headache. There's something else too. Your feel something damp pressed against your bottom. Were you so drunk that you wet the bed?
You quickly reach your hands down to check. You feel no wetness but you do feel something strange. Smooth plastic. Throwing off the sheets reveals that you are wearing nothing but a large disposable diaper. "What the hell?" You demand.
"You were passed out last night so I put you into your diaper and tucked you in." She says.
"My diaper?" you ask.
"Yes." she says. "And it looks like you put it to good use."
She's right. The diaper is undeniably wet.
"Why did you put me in a diaper?" you ask.
"Because from now on you are my baby." She says.
"What?" you ask. "Why?"
"Because I'm not really interested in a husband." she says. "What I want is a man I can treat like a baby girl. Now does my little Annie want her mommy to change her diaper?"
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