You've made it this far, might as well finish the job. You claim you need to use the restroom and get excused from class.
You quickly make your way to the bathroom and lock yourself in the stall. Pulling off your pants and shirt, you shove the pacifier in your mouth and pull out your phone. You take probably the worst selfie you've ever had to take, and send it to Andrew.
As your pulling your pants back on, you get a reply. It's Andrew. "How do I know this isn't staged?"
"It's not" you reply.
"But how do I know?" Dammit, Andrew, you asshole!
"How do I prove it?" you type, taking a seat on the toilet. You might be here for a while.
"Hmm..." Get to the point, asshole! Someone might suspicious!
"Do you have markers in your bag?" he sends after an unbearable pause.
"Yes, why?"
"I want you to write something on your chest for me." What?!?!? "Let's go with 'LITTLE DIAPER WHORE'. All caps."
This freak...
You pull a permanent marker from your bag, and start to write. You realize you need the mirror to write it straight, but there's not a chance in hell that's happening. It doesn't need to be perfect.
When you finish, you send him a new selfie.
"Good girl," he replies. "Now, I want you to leave that on all day. Don't try and just rewrite it, it's so sloppy I'll definitely see."
So, you put your shirt back on and head back to class. Your able to operate somewhat normally, at least, until gym.
"All right, class," the teacher says as you enter the door. "Today we start swimming!"
Swimming?!?!?! Oh fuck! What do you do? You aren't allowed to change out of your diaper, and even if you were, there's tons of people in the guys locker room! And the text on your chest!
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