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Ugh, hair in your mouth. You always hated when you woke up like that after taking someone home the night before. Who had you taken home last night? Why don’t you have a hangover? Why is your crotch wet?

You realized that you hadn’t been out last night, returning to reality in an instant. You jerked your body awake from its half asleep state, and looked around you.

You were in a large, comfortable bed with a beautiful woman who’s great ass was clearly visible through her panties she must’ve fallen asleep in. A large window overlooked a pristine beach, clearly several yards above ground to allow for privacy. Maybe it was a good time to be confused, you thought, enjoying the scenery, not quite questioning the woman.

However, right as you were calming down, about to walk over to the window to get a better view, you noticed your crotch. You were wearing a thick, pink garment with juvenile flower designs on the outside. You were wearing a diaper, a girls one at that, and it was wet. What the hell is going on?

You got off the bed as quickly as possible, trying to think of how to handle the situation. You looked for your suitcase, and found it in a closet, completely empty, with your personal belongings on a small table next to it, except for your clothes. Maybe whoever did this put them away in the drawers, so you checked there, only to find more diapers, and pink clothes that obviously weren’t yours.

In your panic, you must’ve woken the woman in your bed, as she called out to you. “What’s wrong?” you heard her ask in a concerned and familiar voice.

You turned around, and recognized the woman from the desk, and instinctively tried to cover the diaper with your hands.

“I don’t know what’s going on. I didn’t put this on and all of my clothes are missing and why were you sleeping with me?” you said, panicking. You needed her to know this wasn’t what you wanted, and you wanted to know why it happened even more.

“Darling, I did that. It was part of the special treatment you asked for when you booked the trip,” she said, as if that explained everything.

“What? I didn’t do that, I just wanted a normal, relaxing vacation, why would I want _this,” _you said, emphasizing the wet diaper you were wearing with your hands. “There must’ve been a mistake. I don’t want this, please.”