"OK, now let's see. What you need is some nice white tights to go with your outfit." You wanted to get up, but you couldn't. It took only a few seconds before Isabel returned with the tights. "Since you are wearing diapers, you certainly aren't old enough to dress yourself.
"Don't do this," you pleaded.
She was going to put them on, but she hesitated. There was a hopeful look in your eyes. "My this won't do...look at you. You flooded the diaper. I had better change you again. I don't want all your pretty clothes to be ruined." She went to get another diaper.
Pleading didn't work so you tried something else. "When mom hears about this, you will be in big trouble!"
"Hear about this," Isabel said as she fetched the diaper. "What makes you think she doesn't already know? Who do you think bought all these clothes for you? I'm nine, how could I." Wordlessly Isabel had you lie down again so she could removed your soiled diaper. Continuing she said, "right now mom is on the internet looking for dance schools who teach beginners, you know four and five year old girls. When she finds the right one, she will sign you up. Won't that be fun?"
"No!!!"
"Well you won't know for sure until you try it out. And you will try it out. I assure you."
"No, I won't!" you said defiantly, but you knew she could make you do anything she wanted to. You only hoped she was lying about what she said mom was doing.
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