Watching TV

Jessica plopped herself down on the couch with a tub of chocolate ice cream as she turned on the TV. It was her day off and she was home alone, her mother having gone out to see a movie with her bridge club.

Or was it her book club? Jessica could never really remember. Nor did she really care, if she was being honest.

As she was home alone, she decided to just close the blinds of the living room and lounge around in the most childish shirt she owned (a small pink shirt with a kitten on the front that came down to above her bellybutton) and her diaper. No padded bra. No specially tailor shoes. Just her diaper and a kitten shirt.

Jessica dug into the ice cream with a plastic spoon as she flipped through the channels, deciding on what to watch.