An Unexpected Wardrobe Change

"Alright! Get those set pieces up for the first scene!" The director called out as the crew went about their jobs.

Maryanne looked over the crew's work and nodded as she walked away, looking over a clipboard as she went to Jennifer's dressing room. At that exact moment, however, Jennifer stepped out in a fit of rage, slamming the door against the wall. Jennifer snarled as she made eye contact with the show consultant.

"Oh, I take you saw the newest script?" Maryanne asked, a smirk on her face.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?!" Jennifer hissed in anger, her face looking like it was about to exploded as she waved the script around. "You're having Gretchen wear... I mean having ME wear... I mean... Are you out of your minds?!"

"What's wrong with it?"

"'What's wrong with -'? EVERYTHING!" Jennifer snapped as she thumbed through various pages. "Page Six: Gretchen has wet the bed for an entire week, forcing her to wear diapers at night, but she accidently buys adult diapers with a childish design? Page Thirty-five: Gretchen runs out of clean underwear and, as a result, puts on one of the diapers under a pair of sweatpants so no one would notice? Page Seventy: Briana finds Gretchen dressed in only her diaper in the locker room and steals her clothes, forcing Gretchen to spend the rest of the episode running around in just a diaper? Page One Hundred Fifty-two: Gretchen is seen by everyone at a the college football game, and is so embarrassed she wets herself?!"

"You sound like you have a problem with all that." Maryanne said with chuckle, smirking.

"That's because I do have a problem with that, you idiot!" Jennifer snapped, glaring at the smug expression on the consultant's face. "Your idiot writers made my character incontinent!"

"No they haven't." Maryanne replied. "They simply added to the lore and gave you something else to be embarrassed about for one episode. Now, spoilers, but in the next episode, you -"

"I don't freaking care about the next episode!" Jennifer snapped, stomping her foot. "And I am not going to wear and wet a diaper! Nudity is one thing, but that is where I draw the line!"

"You won't actually wet the thing." Maryanne said, "You'll wear it and we'll have our effects guys make it look like you did. At worse, we'll just dump a glass of lemonade down the front."

"Well in that case..." Jennifer said with a **** smile before returning to a snarl as she gave the consultant the middle finger before turning and walking away.

"You can quit, but you can say goodbye to your house and belongings as well." Maryanne commented, earning a snarl and an annoyed pout from Jennifer as the other woman turned around. With a smug smile, the consultant added, "Pro tip for working in this town: We're the ancient civilizations, but the writers are the gods; don't anger the gods."

"Thirty minutes!"

"Look at that." Maryanne said as she walked away towards the set, "You better get ready for the first scene."

Jennifer fumed as she stormed back into her dressing room to get ready, slamming it behind her.