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crib, but there was something else he did, something I hadn’t wanted to admit.
    Knowing I couldn’t put it off any longer, I reached down and felt between my legs. When I first woke up, I figured the bulkiness came from scrunched up sheets or maybe a pillow.
    Please, please, please don’t be true, I kept thinking. I wanted to think the first part of my memories had to have been a dream. I mean, c’mon, there was just no way he would do something that bad or that humiliating to me. Whatever Trevor wanted to prove, it just couldn’t involve diapers.
    My hand hovered above my pelvis. I lowered my fingers and felt the cool touch of plastic. Scrunching my eyes, I tried to block out the sensations or pretend they didn’t really exist. But then I pressed down and felt the now warm cotton press up against me.
    I flexed my legs, bringing them back and forth. Each time I did so, the thick bulk between my thighs reminded me it was all true. Sitting up, all the way again, I looked down and saw the clear plastic and the bright pink beneath. He didn’t just diaper me. Trevor actually put me in something stylized and cute.
    Well, it would have been cute on a baby girl. But I wasn’t a baby!
    Gritting my teeth, I checked the cords around my waist and legs. Yup, they were there and locked into place with tiny padlocks. He had the key. I knew it right away, only I had to ponder how to get the key back. My nostrils flared at the way he touched me and what he might make me do.
    As if thinking of Trevor could summon him, the door to the bedroom opened and he sauntered inside like a master of the universe. He looked completely confident and all powerful. My heart started to sink when I noticed he kept one hand behind his back. I couldn’t guess why, but I was sure I wouldn’t like the answer.
    He strolled up to the crib and leaned forward, “Hi there, baby girl. Has Baby Claire been a good girl? Do you need a diaper change?”
    I shouldn’t have reacted. I shouldn’t have said a thing, but my cheeks flushed bright red. I could feel the blush collapse down on me like a wave. Change my diaper? No! No way! No how! It wasn’t going to ever, ever, ever happen!
    “Never,” I hissed with some small level of dignity. Then again, he simply chuckled at me. I must have looked absurdly pathetic sitting there with my feet beneath my diapered butt, wearing nothing else but my bra and blouse.
    Trevor smirked again. “Oh, you’ll never wet your diaper?”
    “No,” I said even though he spoke like this would be a challenge. “It’s not going to happen.”
    “I could just leave you in there. I mean, you can’t get out of your diaper, can you? You’re just like a little baby. You need someone to take care of you. Good thing you’re so cute.”
    My chest rose and fell with barely contained fury. My fingers bunched into fists, and I couldn’t think of anything but punching him across the face. Given my state of captivity, my fantasies had to remain in my head.
    “Do you think you can get out of your diaper?”
    “You locked me in.”
    “But those little ropes aren’t very strong. If you’re a big girl, shouldn’t you be able to break them?” He watched me, and I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to take him up on some stupid challenge, especially because he seemed to have the upper hand. “Or are you just a little girl trapped in her crib?”
    “I’m an adult,” I whispered, refusing to get upset.
    “Then prove it.”
    As my heart beat furiously, I decided to try. If he hadn’t been there, I would have worked my way out of the diaper and plastic panties anyway. There was no reason not to try to do it now.
    I wasn’t going to let his presence stop me, especially when Trevor still had one arm behind his back. What was he hiding from me? What surprise did he have planned? Thinking of his fingers took me somewhere else and my blush darkened another shade.
    If I had been alone, I would have considered touching myself. Only