Just shut herself in her own private room for the next three days, and duct-tape the toilet up.

One advantage of living inside the gravity ring of a space station was that at least Halley's personal quarters were barely any distance away. It was less than a five minute walk with the shameful package tucked under her arm to bring her back to at least a place of total privacy. Only about three and a half square metres of private space, but that was still enough to fit a bunk, computer desk, storage lockers, toilet, shower, waste chute and automatic delivery hatch, all optimised to fit together like a three dimensional Tetris puzzle. Everything a human being needed to survive the next three days in complete isolation. Nobody else had to know what went on in here. Halley could bolt the door, and whatever happened next was completely between her, these four walls, and the package she brought with her.

Naturally, it still occurred to Halley that, under those terms, she still didn't actually have to comply. Nobody would know if she didn't. Not if she just said she did. Except, of course, they would, when Halley next found herself in the same situation as she had today without any change in reaction. She didn't have any faith in Tim's 'cure', in terms of changing how she actually felt about the very idea of having to use diapers, but she did have to acknowledge that this enforced familiarity might at least make matters a little easier to accept. It was like the first time you got arrested, for a career criminal, compared to the dozenth. Still hardly an agreeable experience, but perhaps more possible to endure, and see your way to the other side of. Not that Halley had ever been a career criminal, either. She had far too much of a sense of honour for that. That was the final determination, in fact; regardless of the pressure placed upon her to do so, she had indeed given her word now. Breaking it would be a betrayal of herself more than anything else.

The first thing Halley did, therefore, was fetch a roll of duct tape from a random corner of her room. An astronaut's best friend, it wasn't strange she had more than one already here within arm's reach. What was a little more unusual was what Halley found herself doing with it; wrapping it around and around the closed seat of her toilet in the corner. There; that made it definitive: it was out of commission for the next three days. All Hayley had was the diapers, just the same as inside her suit. Somehow she'd make it through.

How many did she have? It was a full pack of fourteen, and these were the super absorbent astronaut kind. You could use them more than once, and grimly doing the math, Halley realised she'd probably have to. In fact, only changing every six hours or so would be about what was required, and even that not accounting for any wildcard factors... like having to make a poo. Halley still shuddered at that thought worse than anything. She only had a five minute a day shower-water allowance.

Still, she had to get on with it now. At least Halley was familiar with the process of actually putting the things on by this point, though doing so sitting on the corner of her bed certainly felt unusual. Moodily, she kicked off her shoes and pushed them out of sight. Wouldn't be needing those again for the next few days. In fact, perhaps she might as well change into her PJs, and at least take advantage of the opportunity to lounge around like that the whole time. Or why even stop there? Why not three days in just a diaper? Or any other state of dress she cared to assume, for that matter. What the hell. Anything to take her mind off things...