Would you lift up your parka for me sweetheart? I want to check your diaper.
I obeyed. No reason to make this worse than it already was. At least there was no one in front of me, though it felt like there was an extra pair of eyes piercing through my back, apart from mommys of course. I didnt dare to turn around and check whether my suspicions were true. It didnt matter anyways, so I might as well save myself from the embarassment of looking directly into their confused and shocked faces.
Alright. you may lower it again. Good guuurl! she cooed. Have I mentioned that I hate this?
I sighed. Even though the parka barely reached beneath my buttocks, I was confident that it did a good job of hiding my diaper. Well, that is also partly due to the tight tutu-onesie. Normally, I hate that thing, because it is so tight that it stimulates my private parts with every single move I make. But today, I was really glad that this onesie was chosen for me to wear, because a side effect of that tightness is that no matter how squishy my padded rear gets, the diaper does not sag.
Of course, the parka performs rather poor when it comes to hiding my white tights, but its better than nothing. Id much rather be pointed at for wearing white tights than being pointed at for wearing white tights, a babyish onesie and a soggy diaper. You cant have everything I guess.
My caregivers voice rips me out of my thought process: Come on baby, we cant dawdle around the hardware store forever! We still have to get to the pharmacy to stock up on your special pills!
I obeyed. No reason to make this worse than it already is. Be nice. Be a good little girl, and this outing is going to be over soon.