Threats

"Y/N if you don't get up there and dance, I am going to make you spend every day that you live in this house in nothing but diapers. And when you leave, I will go to your college and give you regular diaper checks, and change you in front of everyone there if I need to. You will be glad you even get your diaper... back. I will lay you down on this float and change you as we drive through the town square, where most of the people gather. Do you understand me? Get. Up. There. And. Dance." A chill runs down my spine as I imagine the humiliation of being exposed like that. It would be mortifying. But so would dancing up there with my boobies out for the whole parade! Oh I don't know what to do!