Jessica stared at herself in the mirror as she held her skirt up. The large, bulky diaper made it impossible for her to close her legs. She poked at the thick article, the plastic crinkling loudly as she did so. She turned around and looked at her butt. It seemed to look almost twice as large, though she was sure that she was exagerating.
"Are you done yet?" Michael called from her room.
"Yeah, just a second," Jessica replied.
She fixed her skirt over her diaper. You couldn't even tell she was wearing a diaper. That is, if she didn't bend over or slouch. She felt kind of silly as she slooked over her clothes. She wore a short school-girl skirt, a white button up shirt, knee-high socks, and a pair of black mary janes.
Why did she have to make that stupid bet?
She stepped out of the bathroom.
"Finally!" Michael yelled. "So are you wearing it?"
Jessica sighed and lifted her skirt slightly. Michael laughed and Jessica's face turned red.
"Alright, lets go," Michael said as he took Jessica's hand and pulled her outside and towords his car.
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