No, she just gets a little tipsy and goes home

The front door shutting loudly garners Vanessa’s attention. She hears Lauren make her way through the house, taking a stop at the bathroom before going to her room. When Lauren appears in her camera feed, Vanessa watches in eager anticipation.

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Lauren shuts her door behind her and clapping her hands to turn on the light, not even noticing the smell in her room over the pungent smell of beer on her. Some guy, thinking he was cool, tried to talk to her after she got a few drinks in, but the clumsy buffoon slipped and coated her with his entire fresh glass of beer. Some even went up her nose. And he still tried to invite her to his place, yeah right. She decided to leave right after.

Lauren kicks her shoes off, ready for bed. As she approaches it, however, she notices a very familiar bag peaking out at her. As if mocking her. Her morning escapade and all the commercials she has had to endure today run through her mind in an instant. “I don’t need diapers,” she growls. “I’m not some baby who can’t go a night without wetting herself.” And yet, in the last _two _days, she had wet the bed _three _times… She tries to shake the thought out of her head. Those were different, just freak accidents because she forgot to use the bathroom before bed. Yeah, that’s right. Besides, she’s _Lauren _for crying out loud. She’s mature and beautiful. She wouldn’t be caught dead in a diaper.

But no one’s here, the thought suddenly runs through her. There’s no chance anyone will see me wearing it. Her family is gone, after all. She bites her lip, weighing the decision. What would it really hurt to wear one just for tonight? It isn’t like she’s going to use it. She went to the bathroom just to be sure of that. She stares at the bag while her mind weighs the decision.