You know what's as hot as getting bullied?
Getting ignored.
Imagine yourself in a thick diaper, padded mittens, booties, bonnet, and onesie. A giant pacifier is tucked between your pretty lips and you're wearing your blushing face like an accessory.
Every guest at the house party laughs and teases you when I let them in. You feel hot prickles of embarrassment as your cheeks are pinched and your soggy diaper is playfully smacked. Some of these people knew you before I put you in diapers. You've never been more humiliated in your life.
But after 20 minutes or so, the party gets going. Your novelty wears off. The guests circulate and begin talking about work and school and politics. You crawl from room to room, each clique glancing at you briefly before returning to their conversation. You barely elicit a perfunctory "awwww!" You crawl to me while I'm catching up with old friends. I casually push you away with my foot without even looking down.
You're diapered. Pacified. Dressed up like a gross little toddler. But it's not even a source of amusement. You're not worth our notice. You serve no purpose.
You really are that pathetic.
Prettypretty forever making me swoon like a schoolgirl π©·
















