None!

"Fuck you, Mandi!" you cry. "I'm not wearing that shit!"

"Ooh," Mandi smiles. "You want to wear it all!"

"No, that's not--"

Before you know it, a pair of cheerleaders are holding your arms behind your back. As you struggle, Mandi pulls down your pants and straps your diaper on. Another begins putting on lipstick, and a third pulls off your shirt. Before you know it, you are in a diaper, plastic pants, a cheerleading outfit with pom-poms in your hands, 4 diapers, a pacifier, makeup, with fake boobs in your sissy bra.

They start to guide you downstairs. What do you do?