My coord was so cute, everything came together even better than I could have hoped - the dress and my socks, my scrunchies in my hair and my pretty bows on my wrists, every single thing for the convention was picked out and selected for a reason. There was just one more thing..
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"Absolutely not."
Elle pouted, with her arms crossed over her chest. Gosh, her outfit was cute. But that didn't change the fact.
"You're a little girl; you need diapers."
"I'm twenty-three," she said flatly, with that same childish pout.
It was impossible to tell she was twenty three.
"Be reasonable, Elle. You're too little for panties. And no one is going to see your diaper anyway."
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"But it doesn't match," my inflection rose, "and it's so thick," and higher still, "people are going to see and they'll see and they'll see that it doesn't match and then they'll laugh at me for being a two bit loli wannabe!"
Full on tantrum... go.
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She was stomping her foot and throwing her hands around like an actual toddler. And she wondered why I was keeping her in diapers. I crossed my arms and gave her a serious look. We were going to be late to her convention at this rate...
"How in the world do you think ANYONE is going to see your diaper under your dress? Please, demonstrate."
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"Like this!!"
I puffed and stomped my feet, stomp stomp stomp, and then when that wasn't enough, I put one leg up and held it with my arm, wobbling left to right with all the skills of a gymnast growing up, and all the inelegance of a girl wearing a diaper now. How could she not notice this?! I was so upset.
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...well, that was one way to show off her diaper. But my point was even clearer. I stepped forward and put my finger up her thigh, into the legband, and she almost fell over in surprise.
"Elle, you're soaked. And you think you can wear panties?" She blushed and lowered her dress. "If you don't keep your diaper covered at the convention, I think you'll be laughed at for totally different reasons."