Struggle

You begin squirming in your ropes. Come on, come on, you gotta change out of this diaper...

As you shake and squirm, your foot quickly pulls out of its ties. Not expecting it to happen so soon, your foot bangs against the chair. "Witch!" you yell.

Wait, 'witch'? You meant 'bitch'. That was weird.

As you wriggle your arms, you mumble, "Come on, you trucker!" Trucker? You meant fucker. Huh. You must not be feeling well.

"Come on, I gotta change my diapey," you say. Wait, 'diapey'?

"Why can't I say anything right?" you wonder aloud.

"That would be the language filters, JoAnne," Mandi laughs while coming down the stairs.

"Language filters?" you ask.

As she unfastens your ties, she says, "Did you not hear the subliminal messaging?"

"No," you say. "Wait--you hypnotized me?" You ask, standing up.

"Yep!" she says happily. "Wanna test it out?"

"N--yes! Wait, what?" you say, confused. You were trying to say no!

"That's one of the subliminal files we put into your brain!" she laughs. "You can't say no to anyone in a cheerleader outfit!"

"Truck you!" Dammit, stupid language filters.

"We added a few different programs, too!"

"Programs?"

"Oh, yeah--every time someone says a particular word, you become that word!"