A Clue

"What the ever-loving fuck!" screamed Rosario. She kicked the door with the sole of her foot. She looked around the roof for something she could prior the door open with. As she did, she tried to figure out what the hell was happening. Again it was like she just teleported to a different place.

She tried to come up with plausible explanations, but all she could come up with was sci-fi scenarios. The roof was full of vents and AC units, and luckily none of the buildings nearby were taller, so no one could see her, but now she would not mind so much if maybe a woman saw her and called someone to send help.

As she looked around, she saw a red paper gift bag about 2 feet by 2 feet in diameter. It had a tag with her name on it. She opened it and saw a diaper. Not a child's diaper or an adult diaper, but a fetish diaper for an adult with an infantalism fetish. It was bulky, pink, and had Baby Girl on the back in white letters surrounded by yellow ducks and white rabbits. She looked at the diaper. "You gotta be kidding me," she muttered, but she did remember one of her co-workers telling her not to be such a baby when Rosario complained about some raunch behavior at the company picnic and threatened to tell her boss that her co-worker Sandy had gotten drunk and had sex with a waiter. "Couldn't be, could it?" she asked herself.