Offer the necessary assurances, and do as expected.

"I'd do as required ma'am," Halley hung her head, knowing she didn't have any choice left, short of throwing her entire career away. No matter how gross and humiliating a prospect lay ahead, surely her dream job was worth it. If only Halley could see a way through for herself.

"Very well," Martel snapped her fingers. "Tim, come back in here."

She didn't even need to call out before Halley's belligerent trainer was back at her side from the corridor. Which meant he'd probably been listening to every word. Halley fought to keep the shame from her face.

"Tell Halley exactly what you expect from her," Martel directed, gesturing to Tim. "Spell it out."

"The next three days," Tim coughed, nodding towards the diapers on the table, "you're going to wear these things without a single break. You're going to use them for every single bodily function you need to perform, and in doing so, you're going to accustom yourself with the idea sufficiently that it no longer troubles you."

"That's really pretty gross," Halley shook her head, but looked up to see Martel still staring at her sternly.

"You may change diapers as required, and have your five minute daily shower allowance, of course," the old woman supplemented. "That should keep any 'grossness' to a minimum. Tim is quite correct; by the end of three days, I'm sure you'll be pissing and crapping yourself like a pro-astronaut, without a single care in the world."

Halley stared back at the old woman with incredulity, but for the life of her she couldn't tell if Martel was joking. There was only the slightest hint of a twitch around the corners of an otherwise deadpan face.

"Do you give your word?" Tim demanded again, as a final punch.

Halley nodded grimly,

"Yeah, I do..."

Great. Well, she was in it now. The only question was, how was she going to keep herself to it?