Wait in the nursery.

Waiting in the relative safety of the room, you her Janet's footsteps going down the stairs. You hear her open the front door but you can't make out what she says to whoever she finds there until she calls out "Amanda. Someone is here to see you."

You hear more footsteps as Amanda goes downstairs and Janet comes back up.

"Who is here?" You ask nervously.

"Just Greg. Amanda's highschool boyfriend." Janet answers. "Would you like to go down and meet him?"

"No." you shake your head. You don't want anyone to see you dressed like this. Although you're not sure you like the idea of Amanda's ex chatting her up much better.

"I didn't think so." Janet laughs. "How is your diaper? Still dry?" She doesn't wait for an answer, first pulling your diaper and plastic pants away from your back to look down at your bottom then, confident your diaper isn't hiding a shit, she sticks a finger inside the leg elastic of your plastic pants to check for wetness. "Yep. Still dry."

You don't know how long that is going to be true. You have been holding on since you arrived and the pressure is only increasing.