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Your Choice Imogen looked around the small room, and her nerves made themselves felt for just a moment. Since Daddy had rescued her, the whole day had seemed like a dream. From lunch to walking through the mall, it was like something out of one of her late-night fantasies; but now it was moving into something different. This was a restroom; a little larger than most she had seen, but it was still a private space. And before her thoughts drifted back to the trusting excitement she expected for a small child, she wondered if this was something she should have thought about more critically before she had even considered manipulating her way into this kind of situation. There was a toilet in the corner, and a sink on one wall. There were shiny tiles all around them, and a long countertop with a built-on changing table. Everything a parent would need with a troublesome child. Somewhere in the back of Ginny’s mind, she was still excited and nervous, knowing that this should be a common situation for a kid her age but also knowing that she’d never done this before. And she knew that this was the moment when everything changed. “Can you look after yourself?” Daddy asked. “I don’t want to invade your privacy, but… I don’t know what’s best here. I don’t want to touch you until you’re sure that’s what you want.” Imogen looked up at him, sure she was bright red like a traffic light now. She didn’t know how to answer; that was too much of a grown up thought. “Do you want me to diaper you?” he said. “Or can you be a big girl?” On some level she knew that those words were special. But it was a question, not a statement, so she let those thoughts drift past and just looked at Daddy. Nothing mattered more than being good for him right now. She nodded, slowly, and she wasn’t quite sure what she was asking for. “Okay, sweetie,” he said. “I’m sure you know best. Now, can you take those soggy clothes off by yourself?” Ginny nodded, and tried to unfasten her skirt. But if she was a little kid, her fingers would fumble at the waistband, not quite managing to unfasten the buttons. She needed Daddy to help her, and she knew that. “Daddy?” she asked. “I umm… I don’t… Can you…?” “It’s okay,” he said. “Let Daddy do it.” He knelt down in front of her, and unfastened her skirt like it was the easiest thing in the world. Then he asked her to sit down on a little step at one side of the room, decorated in the same blue and white tiles as the floor and walls. And when she raised her feet one by one he could easily unbuckle her shoes and peel off sodden socks. He moved like he knew exactly what he was doing, although he kept on staring down at her feet like he didn’t really want to look at her. Imogen knew that she knew why he was doing that, but she also knew that she was supposed to be too little to understand, so she couldn’t reach those thoughts right now. “Now,” he said. “Underwear. Can you do that by yourself? Do you want me to look away?” “I…” she mumbled. She could feel the anxiety that was filling her mind over such a simple task, even if the reason it mattered so much kept slipping away from her. Those feelings were too big to simply forget. She knew that she should probably be able to do everything by herself, and that she probably should; but she was also kind of aware of how long she’d hoped for the chance to be completely helpless; needing Daddy to do everything for her. And she knew that even if she should be able to look after herself, she couldn’t do it right now. She wasn’t allowed to do big girl things. “I dunno how. I’m too little.” “It’s okay, baby,” Dan took this detail in his stride, just like everything up to this point. “Now, do you have spare clothes with you? Because I think you’re going to need a change. Is there anything in your bag, or do we need to open your suitcase?” Imogen wanted to answer that. She wanted to tell him that she hadn’t thought ahead that far, because she wasn’t even expecting this to happen. And on a different level, she wanted to tell Dan that she had some spare clothes in case she spilled something or slipped in a puddle. But that was yet another big girl thing, that the unexpected sentry sitting at the back of her mind wouldn’t allow her to mention. She had to keep on being helpless, just like a real baby. She reached out for her backpack, where she was sure she had a change of clothes hidden in an inside pocket, and fumbled clumsily with the zipper. “Oh, it’s fine,” Daddy said, and she knew that she didn’t need to think. She could let him take care of everything. “Let’s see about getting you out of those wet clothes first. Okay?” He reached out and a jolt went through her body as his hands rested on her bare hips for a moment. She didn’t know if it was because he was taking her underwear off; the powerful presence he carried with him, or just her thrill at all the things she had been looking forward today – things that she couldn’t even remember right now – but something told her that this was the most important moment of her life so far. She found herself automatically raising her hands to cover her blushes, but by now the red aura had probably spread well beyond her face. She felt like she should be standing in a cloud of pink mist, and that was the most wonderful feeling she could imagine. She barely noticed as Daddy peeled off her underwear and turned away. She was half naked now, just another way to highlight the embarrassment of a girl who had done a weewee in her undies like a little baby. “Okay, now, can you step here for me?” Daddy asked, and she realised that he had spread out a towel on the floor. She hadn’t even noticed what he was doing, she was so caught up in her own delicious humiliation. Or maybe Lady Larsen’s words had made every little detail feel like a complete surprise; she couldn’t be sure. She stepped onto the towel. Daddy wiped her legs down with cleaning wipes, and then dried them off with the towel so she wouldn’t smell like pee at all. And then he signalled for her to step forward again. Into a pull-up, which he was holding out flat for her with the leg holes the right way around. She kind of wished that he’d been able to do this himself, so she didn’t need to move; but she knew that she had to do what Daddy wanted. So she stepped into the nighttime diaper, and then covered her eyes again as if that would keep her from noticing as he pulled the soft padding up her legs. A second later he was tapping her heels, urging her to take another step, and then he was pulling up a pair of leggings as well. Ginny giggled and did a twirl when he was finished. It felt strange to be wearing a diaper at last, after so many months wondering what it would be like. But it just felt like thick, soft underwear. It wasn’t nearly as unusual as she had thought, although that didn’t reduce the embarrassment at all. And she knew that it was exactly what she needed to feel. Finally, Daddy put her coat around her waist again. And as he turned to fasten up her suitcase, she realised that he’d had to go through all her things to find some clean clothes. But that was all okay. Daddy knew best, and she would do whatever he wanted her to do. “Come on, Ginny,” he said. “Let’s get you to the hotel now. Okay? Or would you rather have a look at some of the amazing things they’ve got around here?” “I gotta…” she mumbled, but she didn’t know what she had to do except be a good girl. “I dunno. I gotta be good for Daddy.” “Yes, you do,” he said. “Come on then, let’s show you where you’re going to be sleeping this weekend. I don’t know if you asked for a crib, but I’m sure we can get you one if we ask nicely.” “Yaaaay!” Ginny giggled, and followed eagerly as Daddy led her out into the mall again.

It's interesting that I found the listed on a third-party site but not the main site. Maybe sort of specialty item like those unisex toy story pullups?

Just trying to keep this topic alive to see who's interested. The appropriate venue is one major issue to over come. It would have to be safe and secure and ok with what we're doing. Also, event garbage would have to be a safely considered issue as well but I'm still always thinking about this. I think there should be a dress code, shirt and shoes required but pants optional, but diapers would have to be clean at all times in social area's. I would also like to reach out to some adult diaper companies to see if they wanted to be there to possibly advertise products

The list of things that I am not allowed to do in a tabletop game is ... extensive.

HAHAH I too would adore this 🤣  The ugly laugh I made reading these was quite wonderful, thank you. Also... I, uh, NEED to import that spell into my game. Like, now.