Yes

This is going to suck so hard. But not as much as not wearing this would suck when you get home, you suppose.

Looking closer at the contents of the bag, you see a lot of pink. 2 pink blouses, 2 pink pairs of ruffly panties to go over the diaper, and a pink baby bib that says "Hungry Baby" on it. There's also a teddy bear, diapers, a pacifier, a blonde curly wig and a (thankfully empty) baby bottle.

Swallowing all your pride, you pull on the silky clothes, fix the wig to your head as best you can, and put on the bib.

As you feel a sinking feeling in your stomach, you poke your head into the hall, and see your dad is on the phone and not looking your way. You tiptoe over to your seat, sit down, and pretend nothing happened.

Your dad doesn't noticed you sat down, as he's looking the other way on the phone. "What do you mean, Catherine? What kind of strange clothes did you pack hi--?" he almost drops his phone as he turns to look at you. "John? What are you wearing?"

You struggle to explain, but he holds up a finger to silence you, and listens to your mom on the phone. After a minute of not talking, he hangs up, and looks over at you. "So this is your mom's idea, huh?"

"You think I'd choose to wear this on my own?" You quickly run down how things escalated to this.

"Well," he sighs. "As stupid as you look right now, I don't think you should take it off." He raises his hand to stop your protests. "While your mom's punishment methods may be...abnormal, they're still her methods, and as the parent with lesser custody I have to respect that. We can just do activities around the house. But I won't think you any less of a man for wearing that stuff, every man has a woman in their life they have to take shit from." He then leans in close. "But I'll turn a blind eye if you take off the diaper to use the toilet."

You spend the rest of the evening like normal--finishing dinner, watching an action movie--until you go to bed. As you sleep in your dad's guest room, you hear noises from the living room at around 2 AM. You here your dad talking to other voices you recognize from the last time you visited your dad--a pair of douchebag college boys he calls his neighbors.

"C'mon, man," one says, sounding slightly drunk. "I just left something in the guest room, we'll just get it and go.

Suddenly, despite your dad's annoyed protests, you see the door begin to open.