Who is it at the door?
Andrew
You hear a voice--shit, it's Andrew's voice--at the door say "Hey, hurry up, I gotta go!"
Shit shit shit....what do you do, what do you do?
While you're scrambling around panicking, you hear the door jiggle. And Andrew comes in.
"What the fuck?" He asks, as he sees you in a fresh diaper, and a used one lying on the ground.
"Andrew, I can explain--" You scramble to respond, but he interrupts you.
"No, no, i get it." he says, pulling out his phone. "You're some kind of sissy!" He snaps a picture before you can stop him.
"Hey, stop--" He shoves you to the ground.
"Oh no, diaper sluts don't get to talk. You want me to delete this? Then you'll do exactly as I tell you. Got it?"
Fuck..first your mom humiliates you, and now Andrew? You can defy mom, but he has that picture....
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