Hold on.

Even though you know it's futile, you aren't prepared to give in and wet yourself yet. You resolve to hold on as long as you can.

Janet withdraws her finger from your diaper. "I'm going to make dinner. You can play in here until it's ready." She leaves you alone in the nursery.

You look around for something to entertain yourself with or at least take your mind off your bladder. Opening the toy box you find a broad selection of toys suitable for a one-year-old girl. After digging through it you find some colourful blocks and pull them out. You sit on the floor and entertain yourself building with them.

"Stephen?" You hear Amanda's voice, giving you such a shock that you finally lose control and flood your diaper.

You find yourself unable to look at her as the wetness spreads across your bottom.

"What are you doing?" She moves to stand in front of you. "Are you wearing a diaper?"

"Your mother made me." You say pathetically, still not looking at her.

"She made you?" She asks, confused. "Get up off the floor and we'll go talk to her about this." She offers you her hand to help you up.

You accept her help and stand up.

"Wait." She looks at your crotch. "Is that diaper wet? Did you actually use it?"

You can only nod.

"Come on." She pulls you out of the room and down stairs.

You waddle awkwardly with your soggy diaper sagging heavily between your legs.

"What's going on Mom?" Amanda demands when she finds Janet in the kitchen. "You made Stephen wear a diaper?"

"Yes." Janet replies simply. "Every time you've visited, he has left my toilet in a mess so I've decided Stephen is going to be Stephanie, my little diaper girl until I potty train her again"

"You're being ridiculous." Amanda says.

"Maybe but if you want Stephanie to stay here she stays in diapers until I say otherwise." Her mother replies. "And it looks like she needs a change already." She turns to you. "I'm a bit busy right now but, if you ask nicely, your big sister Amanda might change you."