Categories

It's hazing week, and I really didn't think things could get any more humiliating than the last few days, but here we are. The final challenge is spending the entire week in a thick, crinkly diaper like some oversized baby. Every time I have to pee or worse, I'm supposed to just go right where I am, while my "big sisters" stand over me smiling and telling me what a good girl I am for using it properly. By now, I’ve been in diapers for four days straight. They change me whenever they decide it's time, usually when the sag gets too obvious or the smell gives me away. So far, I’ve gone through seven fully soaked and messy diapers, each one more embarrassing than the last. The first few times I tried to hold it, but my big sisters just laughed and told me there was no point fighting it. Now… I don’t even try. My body has given up pretending this isn't happening. The worst part is they keep taking pictures. They swear none of them will ever end up on social media, but every flash makes me flinch. What if someone sees? What if this gets out? But then one of them pats my head softly and tells me I’m doing so well, and honestly... that praise feels weirdly comforting even as my face burns with shame.