You didn't even try to hide the diaper. You went to your room and put on a bra and your favorite shirt, a short, sleeveless purple shirt. It didn't even reach your waste so people could see a little bit of your flat, toned tummy. You gathered up your stuff, piled it into the car, and got in the back seat with Samantha. Dahlia gave you a nasty look, seeing you dressed like this.
"Try not to stink up the car." She said.
As you drove, the crinkling of your diaper was a bit annoying. Mom had to turn on the radio to drown it out. It was already becoming apparent that the drive would be unpleasant. You just fiddled with your phone for a while, trying to take your mind off of your accidents.
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