Retreat to the nursery.

In a panic, you run back to the nursery in an awkward crouch, still trying to stay out of sight of Greg downstairs.

Amanda follows you in.

"What the fuck?" She looks around at the babyish furniture. "This is your room?"

"Yes." you stare at the floor.

"Amanda" Janet comes in. "There you are."

"What is going on?" Amanda asks her mother.

"Stephen always makes a mess of my toilet when you visit." Janet explains. "I'm not putting up with that long-term so he's going to be Stephanie, my little diaper girl."

"Why a girl?" Amanda asks, as though the rest of this made sense.

"Because, when I decide to potty train her." She explains. "She will learn to use the toilet like a girl so I won't have to worry about finding the seat up of puddles on the floor."

"But..." Amanda starts to argue.

"If she is not prepared to live here on my terms she can't live here at all." Janet states simply. "Now Greg is waiting downstairs."

"Greg?" You ask.

"My ex-boyfriend from high school." She says, leaving the room. "I'd better go see what he wants."

"How is your diaper going, Pumpkin?" Janet asks as your wife rushes downstairs to meet her high school sweetheart.

Janet 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.