The sound of your own voice causes your head to throb. You clench your eyes shut and rub your temples. As the pain passes you open your eyes and look around. You are sitting on the floor of your room, alone. Your door is shut and your phone sits charging on your nightstand.
You stand up and topple over onto your bed. You reach over and grab your photo. It is 8 in the morning on Saturday. If your roommates partied as hard as you did, and it was probably a good guess that they did, then they would be asleep until at least noon.
You roll over and look at the ceiling. There you are, on your bed, wearing nothing but a diaper. You don't know how you came to wear a diaper last night, and you don't think you really want to know. Your hangover is brutal and you just want to sleep it off. On the other hand, it would probably be a good idea to get rid of the diaper before anyone accidentally sees you in it.
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