She Chooses the diaper

Cynthia squirmed in embarrassment. She weighed her options and then made her decision.

“I-I choose the diaper.” She practically whispered. Her mother smirked as she stood up. “Perfect, now come here so I can clean you up and get you diapered Cindy.” She said teasingly.

She lead Cindy to the bathroom and began running a bath for her. “M-mom I don’t need your hel-.” Cindy was cut off with a swift swat to her tender behind.

“Hush now, you can’t even keep your sheets dry you think I would let you bathe yourself?” Her mother looked at her crotch seeing her curls covering her pubic mound.

“Let’s handle that first.” She said point at her crotch. Her mom went under the kitchen sink and produced a razor and shaving cream. She had Cindy sit on the edge of the tub legs spread. She spread a reasonable amount of shaving cream on her pubes and got to shaving.

“Mom please this is humiliating.”

“Hush now.”

Cindy whined as her mom took her time removing all of her womanly charm. She saw the bathroom door was wide open.

“Mom the door.”