You never actually thought Daddy would let the world know you were a diapered slave, reduced to a basic human play-toy. But, as is normal with dumb babies, you forgot that Daddy saw you as his plaything, not his partner. The short skirt was fitting and cute, but did nothing to cover your already-wet diaper. As he grabbed your hand to go to the car you felt some of the smallest, most stubborn parts of your old big girl self finally die away.