Clothes!

"We need to get you clothes sweet thing. I know a few outlets we could stop by that'd be great for the new you!" Her stepmother said to the smiling Margaret.

"Right, I'd love to. But, um, could I get a change first?" Margaret asked.

"No! Never!" Her stepmother said, sticking her tongue out. "Of course Maggie, here, finish your bottle and we can head up to get changed."

Getting changed was the easy part, the hard part was finishing the bottle. The amount of **** and food in her body made her feel a bit sick, and she nearly gagged when she smelled the bottle. Chugging it down, she felt queasy afterwards. laying naked on the floor in just a fresh diaper.

"Shoot, I didn't need a diaper." Margaret said, blowing hair out of her face.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, I went into total autopilot. Remind me next time, remember, your the brains of this operation, I'm the fun." Her stepmother said, the self-deprecation perfectly pulling on Margaret's fragile ego.

"Right, then we're both royally screwed!" Margaret said, loudly burping, and covering her mouth with the mitts. "My tummy doesn't feel the best."

"You wait right here, I have just the thing." 'Extra-Strength Tums: 1 capsule per 24 hours, no more then 4 in 72 hours. Side Effects May Include: Constipation, Stomach Gas, Sudden Change in Appetite.....'

Taking 5 of the capsules, Margaret's stepmother got her to chew and swallow the tablets. Immediately, her stomach rumbled, feeling beyond better.

"Here, let's get you dressed. Can't be in our jammies all day." Her stepmother said, replacing the broken pajamas with a very, very snug pair of shortalls, with a tight camisole and pink shirt. The diaper was visibly evident, bulging at the seams. Taking Margaret downstairs, she plopped her in front of the TV, leaving a bottle full of vodka next to her, alongside a tub of vanilla ice cream.

"You take a second to relax, I'll be right back down. Could you polish off that ice cream for me, it'll go to waste." Margaret's stepmother said, getting a nod from the girl. Timed passed incredibly fast, and in what felt like seconds, her stepmom was back down, the vodka was half drank, and the ice cream tub empty. Her robe was exchanged for a sexy bodycon dress, with a dashing pair of heels.

"Wow, you look....beautiful." Margaret said, looking up from her cartoon.

"Thanks, I bet you tell that to all the pretty girls." Her stepmother said, laughing.

"I do, of course." Prompting a giggle from both.

Walking (or in Margaret's case, a stumbling waddle) out to the car, the two took their seats, with Margaret realizing there were boxes in the front seat, making her sit in the back. No seat belts could be found, and her stepmother came back, confused as hell too.

"What the hell? Alright, new plan. Let's get you somewhere to sit Maggie." She said, prompting a nod from Margaret. Coming out of the garage, she carried a car seat, which looked intimidatingly large to Margaret.

"Uhm....could I just sit without a belt?" She questioned.

"No, I know. This is so fucking stupid, but you need a belt or else some pig might pull us over. Here, hop in creampuff." Her stepmother said, as Margaret wobbled in, strapped into the seat.

They began the drive to 'some outlets', arriving to a run down thrift store, clearly in the bad side of town. Waddling in, Margaret began to look around, sipping on her bottle between looking at clothes. All the things in the womens section were too big, or ugly, or incredibly expensive.

"Uhm could we go to another store? I can't find much here..." Margaret questioned.

"Shit, you're right. Here, let's take a quick swing through the young adult section, and see what we can find." By young adult, her stepmother meant 'Child', but Margaret was too stoned of her ass to argue much.

They found exactly what her stepmother was looking for, and Margaret was more then happy to tag along, grabbing a few cuter outfits. She had never cared all too much about clothing, so shopping here bothered her on no level. Trying on a few things, she squeezed into an adorable frilly white dress, complete with light white tights. The dress, full of ruffles and petticoats, ended just below her diaper, meaning the slightest swish would make it pop out.

"Oh, my, gosh. That's a fuck me dress if I ever saw one." Her stepmother said as she twirled in the tights and the dress.

"Really? It's not too...kiddish?" Margaret asked, examining the white pearls throughout.

"Hell no! Listen, trust me with the fashion. I know what gets mens attention, and short skirts are all the rage." Her stepmother said, causing a nod from Alexa. Looking through one of the aisles, her stepmother spotted a cute set of bows, and glasses, urging Margaret to try them on.

In the mirror, her hair done up in pigtails, twirling around in the dress, a black pair of glasses framing her face, Margaret smiled. TO her stepmother, she was the height of a dweebish child, her puffy diaper poking out, exposed with the white tights, combining with the pacifier around her neck and mittens on her hands; to Margaret, she imagined how sexy she must look.

Wearing the dress out was easy, merely scanning the barcode on it. Margaret loved it, especially with the comfy white flats.

"Shit! I forgot you had an appointment today." Her stepmother said, sounding just worried enough to make Margaret nervous. "I'm an idiot, such an idiot. How do you tolerate me, I can't believe I forgot."

"You're no idiot, don't talk about yourself like that!" Margaret protested, polishing off her bottle. "I'm the dummy, who touched a hot pan and needs to wear ice packs? Listen, I'll still go. What's the appointment?"