No!

Enough is enough! You're putting your foot down here!

Stacy hears your outbursts and looks at you curiously. "But why wouldn't you want to wear these?"

"Because I'm a guy! An adult guy!" you yell angrily.

"Then why are you wearing this?" Stacy giggles as she surprises you by yanking down your baggy jeans, exposing your diaper to the world.

"Yes, I'm in a diaper," you say as you pull your pants back up. "But I don't need it, my mom's just being crazy."

"Don't insult your mommy like that!" Stacy says surprisingly sternly, waving a finger in your face.

"I can insult her all I want, Stacy," you say even sterner. "Because I'm not some overgrown baby like you!"

Stacy backs away from you tears welling in her eyes. She runs out of the room crying, right into Meredith's awaiting arms.

"JoJo!" she yells. "What did you do to poor Stacy?"

"She was trying to get me to wear some frilly garbage, and I wasn't having it!"

"By 'frilly garbage', do you mean the required clothes for babies in their first week?"

"If that's what you want to call them."

Meredith quickly and quietly tells Stacy something, and then grabs something from a locker. Suddenly, she's lunged at you. You back up, but you fall onto a changing table. Stacy comes up from behind you, and holds your arms down as Meredith pulls your pants off.

It turns out the thing Meredith grabbed from the locker was a strange device, one that locks your calves and your thighs together, pressing your heels to your ass. She locks them on and takes the key.

"The more you resist, the worse we make things for you, JoJo," Meredith says. She then gives you the frilly clothes from the locker. Sighing, you put them on.

Meredith helps you to the floor, and you crawl to the main room. "Go on, play with your new friends."