Agree, if Danielle really wants a dolly for the next three days, Halley will play along.

"You really want a 'dolly' for the next few days," Halley winced, struggling to believe the words she could hear coming from her own mouth. "I guess I could play along." Anything was better than facing this alone, it seemed, and there was something to be said for completely handing over responsibility to someone else. If Halley could get through this just by laying back and letting it be done to her, maybe it could be no worse than a medical examination. She'd had enough of those along the way to where she was now. Plus, unlike the various white-gloved doctors, at least Danielle was somebody she liked and trusted, and maybe didn't need to feel so embarrassed around. Though, Danielle could help in that account by perhaps not being quite so enthusiastic.

"Awesome," she jumped to her feet as soon as Halley offered such permission. "This is going to be amazing!"

Hopping to the table, Danielle seized up the packet of diapers, and immediately set about trying to get it open, albeit with limited initial success.

"There's... um... perforations along the top," Halley murmured awkwardly, a little taken aback. "Just pull apart there, like opening crisps..."

"Let me worry about that," Danielle grinned, tearing into the outer plastic with her teeth instead. "Just lay your little booty down over there, and let momma go to work. Oh, wow... these smell amazing."

Halley winced slightly, trying to recall the plastic, slightly chemical, cotton-rooted scent that Danielle must be referring to, and what could possibly be considered 'amazing' about it. Sterile fresh, perhaps, which was a surprisingly uncommon thing in the heavily recycled station air. As for her 'booty' meanwhile, and the prospect of having Danielle 'go to work on it', there was no part of that statement that didn't make Halley squirm. Still, she supposed she had to put it down to simple glibness, designed to have the opposite effect. Awkwardly, she got up and drifted towards the single bunk.

"Do you... want me to undress?" she tremored, noting Danielle had already managed to extract one of the tightly folded diapers and now brandished it with gleeful joy.

"Well, just your trousers," Danielle grinned. "And your shoes, of course. I can do the rest."

The rest? What 'rest' really was there, beyond the very limited barrier of Halley's adult underwear? Still, exposure wasn't really the intimidating part right now, only what Danielle was waving in her hand, and Halley had **** when it came to that. Knowing she just had to get it over with, Halley stepped out of her shoes, fumbled with her fastenings and dropped her trousers to the floor. It could be worse: it could be Tim doing this right now.

As Halley slid her bare legs up onto the bunk, Danielle was already making her advance, opening up the diaper in her hands. This was becoming far more of a pantomime than Halley was comfortable with, but Danielle was clearly enjoying herself. Better that, than feeling the same grudging **** that Halley was, if they really were about to do this.

'The rest' happened pretty quickly after that. Danielle seemed to have no qualms at all about laying hands on Halley. First, she happily pulled off Halley's socks, for no reason Halley could understand, though it would have been petty to object. Then she put her hands on Halley's hips, and hooked off her panties too, just as casually as that. Halley winced, but it wasn't as if that latter part was unexpected - only Danielle's eager approach was hard to understand. Halley wasn't quite sure how the next part was even going to work, having always simply sat down onto the diapers before now, and fastened them up around herself like that.

"Do you want me to, like... lift up, or something," she blushed, anticipating having to somehow arch her back and brace on her heels and elbows to allow Danielle to slide the diaper into place.

"No, just lie still," Danielle smiled cheerfully overhead, apparently with a very clear intention of her own. It didn't take long to find out what it was, Danielle clasped Halley's bare ankles close together, and then cupped them both with one outstretched hand. Before Halley knew quite what was happening, she found her legs being lifted up and back, all the way until her knees were at her chest, and her bare behind suddenly pointed skyward. Danielle grinned from the foot of the bed, treated to the sight. As Halley stared at the ceiling, Danielle slid the diaper effortlessly into place with her other hand, as if this was a well practised procedure, then let Halley smoothly back down onto the bed on top of it. Hardly dignified, but equally hard to argue that it seemed to work. Compared to all the cumulative hours Halley must have wasted trying to tug a diaper this way or that to bring it all together into line, the next part seemed positively straightforward, too, with Danielle at the helm. She simply lifted the front up between Halley's legs, and held it firmly in place with a forearm, while bringing both sides in tight to tape in place without the slightest movement. The end result was a perfect sealed package, as snugly secure as Halley had ever experienced. Something told her, of all her concerns across the coming hours, leaks were most definitely not going to be among them.

Part of her wanted to show her appreciation to Danielle, for what was clearly a hitherto unknown skill. Yet, sitting up, another part of Halley was still too busy squirming at the thought of her recent undignified display to the room at large. It might have been effective, and probably the way Danielle had learned with babies, but Halley could only imagine when it came to adults there must be other possibilities. Though, it was fairly clear by now that Danielle wanted a dolly, not a patient, and Halley had already agreed to play along.