Apologize

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I--"

"Zip it, blondie," he interrupts. "Bitches who can't look where they're going don't get to make excuses."

'Bitch'? Oh God, he thinks you're actually a woman!

"Look, Mister, I know I'm in a somewhat compromising set of clothes, but I'm a guy!" you exclaim from the ground.

"Look, I don't care what's in your panties, no 'guy' dresses like that. All dolled up and in a diaper," the man says, kneeling down next to you. You crawl backwards scared.

"Relax, I ain't gonna rape ya," he laughs. Phew, that's a relief. "On one condition."

Uh-oh.

He reaches back into his back pocket. "I think it's be funny to see a little diaper-wearing sissy walk with one of these up their ass," he says, as he pulls out a...buttplug?

"Put it in, and you walk away with that asshole of yours still intact. Minus the vibrations, of course."