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Fuck it. No one is gonna notice your diaper. "Bye Mom!" you yell back towards the house as you follow Mark to his house. "I'm going to a party!"

"Be back by curfew!" she yells back.

You sit awkwardly in Mark's seat, chatting with him. You try and find the best way to get rid of the bib and pacifier, but you eventually decide to just throw them away at the party.

When you reach the party, it is packed. You see cheerleaders, jocks, even a couple of nerds. Mark was right, this is the party of the year.Mark leaves you almost immediately, leaving to unknown depths of the chaotic house party.

You find yourself alone, and realize you should probably do something before people think you're weird. There's food, plenty of girls (including a really hot one drinking alone in the corner), a makeshift dance floor in the backyard...