An Embarrassment of Riches

Margaret easily shucked herself of her wet clothing. The gusset of thong now tinged yellow.

Standing, naked, she didn't have much of a negotiating position when it came to what to wear, and so she chose the least damaging of the outfits, and the one she could fit the best.

Soft pink footed Minnie Mouse embossed jammies, with a buttoned up butt-flap in the rear.

It was warm, and rather cosy.

She had just started to slip it over her small frame when her step-mother walked in.

"Oh, shit, wait!, she whispered fervently.

"What?" Margaret stopped, letting the onesie fall around her ankles.

Her stepmother grabbed a diaper from a drawer.

"We said you were incontinent, 'member? You'll look suspicious if we come out "changed" and you're undiapered!"

"Shit, you're so right! Thanks, you're a genius!", Margaret did feel she was much smarter than she had given her credit for.

Little did she know.

Her step-mother taped the diaper snugly around her. It was covered in butterflies, with a hue of soft pink.

"Well, Margaret thought, they aren't meant for grown-ups anyway, these must be her nieces, right? She couldn't have known, could she?"

Lauren was broken from her thoughts by her step-mother, "Come on, we better get a move on."

"Thanks again, for everything!"

"You're welcome sweetie."

And they came down the steps as a family.

The parole officer was shocked by Margaret's state of undress.

"I, uh, have to get your picture for our records.", he lied, and Margaret even smiled for him.

Margaret handed over the bottle of still war urine.

Little did she know it was full of indicators of the copious **** and cannabis her step-mother and consuming as soon as she found out, or the the pain-killers she had gotten from her doctor after an intentional fall.

The smiled together and thanked the parole officer, smilely warmly before disappearing back into the house, and closing the door behind them.