Peyton's house

Dove made it home. Her agent tried to call and text, but Dove ignored him. She was only interested in talking or texting with Peyton. Dove took some selfies in a full length mirror. She admired her new pink shorts even though she did not even remember where she bought them or how much the cost. She took photos facing the front, then looking over her shoulder at how great her butt looked. She posted the photos on her Instagram account.

Later, she changed into another pink jacket then Dove drove to an ATM, withdrew $400 and then she drove on to Peyton's house. Peyton greeted her and they air kissed each other's cheeks, and Dove led her into the living room. "So, Dove, why are you wearing diapers?"

"What?" asked Dove. She looked down. "What the fuck?"

"Why, Dove? Just why?"

"I...I don't....It's...they're not mine!"

"You're wearing someone else's diapers?"

"No! I mean...I thought they were shorts!"

"You thought..."

"I don't know what the fuck happened! Please, do you have something I can wear besides these?"

"You mean like a onsie?" asked Peyton with a laugh.

"Very funny!"

"Wait here. Keep your diaper dry!"

Dove glared at Peyton. She had forgotten the posts she made on Instagram and had turned her phone off.

Peyton came back with a pair of white cotton panties and some Daisy Dukes shorts. Dove changed into them.

A half an hour later, Peyton paid a male prostitute $400 then looked at an entranced Dove.

She used Dove's phone to take a photo. Dove had given Peyton her pass code. She posted the photo on Dove's Instgagram account with Why does cum always make me feel so dumb? She turned off Dove's phone.

She then looked at Dove. "Dove, when I snap my fingers, you'll wake up and not realize you have cum on your face nor will you remember getting $400 today or sucking off or even seeing a man in my house. All you want to do is go clubbing with me."

Peyton snapped Dove out of her trance