Fluster, maybe she should put it on herself, at least this first time.

"Um..." Halley stared in disbelief at her advancing friend, more than a little intimidated. Not by the prospect of impending nudity, but by Danielle's sheer eagerness. It was almost a shame to deny her, but at the same time, Halley was having enough difficulty as it was without being enthusiastically diapered like a baby. "How about I... uh... just put it on myself, this first time," she flushed hurriedly, not wanting to reject Danielle's good intentions too emphatically, "you know... so you can see how it's normally done."

"Suit yourself," Danielle shrugged, looking slightly disappointed. "But I'm definitely changing you, once you're a soggy girl, and I think you'll realise it's to be appreciated after that."

Halley recoiled slightly. It was definitely beyond strange that Danielle could be quite so enthusiastic, especially when it came to the prospect of putting hands on Halley in a despoiled condition. Though Halley could only reconcile that it would be so much worse right now if she were not. In her way, her eagerness almost made the upcoming prospects seem a little less unbearable. At least she'd end up making Danielle happy, apparently, when it came to that.

For now, however, Halley definitely needed some space to process one thing at a time. She put out a hand and took the diaper from a begrudging Danielle, temporarily cheated out of having Halley as her toy. It only seemed to dampen her for a moment, however, as as soon as Halley awkwardly began to open up the diaper, Danielle brightened up a little.

"Go on then," she prompted, clearly intending to enjoy the show rather than offer any hint of privacy. "Show me."

Halley sighed. At least this part was somewhat familiar by now. Set the opened diaper down on Danielle's bunk, unfasten her trousers and lower them and, reluctantly, her panties down below her knees. Then sit down into the centre of the diaper, like sitting onto a toilet seat; or perhaps a saddle, considering the upward curving shape of the thing. Yes, a saddle was better; just another piece of equipment, and she was showing Danielle how she put it on. No more embarrassing than changing clothes in any other way. Anyway, sitting down and lifting up the front and back, Halley was already all but covered up again. All that was required was her usual struggle to tape the sides; bring them in together tight without anything pulling out of alignment. That was always a bit of a back and forth tug of war, but without Tim banging on the door, it seemed to go a little better this time, even under Danielle's bug eyed gaze. Halley even found herself explaining what she was doing as she did it, playing to the role of professional astronaut rather than diaper-baby with all her might.

"See, you've got to get both sides equally tight, or it won't be properly sealed," she tugged, "and then... somehow... find a way to hold it all in place while you tape it down."

"I'm sure it's a lot easier to have it done for you," Danielle wanly observed, with a glint of humour.

"I can manage," Halley grunted, pulling hard and committing to the tapes. "There, see." She stuck one side and then the other, and then stood up directly, as if to demonstrate the diaper wasn't falling off.

Of course, what normally came next was her spacesuit. Halley wasn't quite sure what to even do about the trousers around her ankles. Certainly the panties weren't going to fit over the diaper. Should she lose her shoes, panties and trousers, and stay like this, as if she really didn't care, or go through some elaborate rigmarole of taking everything off only to try and get the trousers back on again up over the diaper? There wasn't really any prior context to help her with that.