ughhh god the idea of words manipulating situations
being approached in public and told, "oh, sweetie, are you lost? where's your owner? there's no tag on your collar."
you reach to your neck. you aren't wearing a collar! but you are. there was no grandiose appearance, it's just there. she reaches under your skirt, giving a gentle, "let's check your diaper, sweetie." diaper? what is she talking about?
and there it is. unmistakably. you don't remember putting it on. you don't remember wearing it, but you also don't remember it appearing. it's seamlessly wrapped around your waist. and like clockwork, when you hear, "oh, sweet thing, you definitely need a change."
you do. you notice the sensations of a diaper that's reached the brink, but you never went, did you? how could you remember using it if you don't remember wearing it?
"i'll take care of you, tiny little thing." the woman a foot shorter says to you, but when she lifts you into her arms, she had always had about two feet on you. you could've sworn she was shorter, but what do you know?
clearly you're just a silly little pet who needs to be cared for.
aren't you?~
