“Ay et ish our ou mi mouf....” I say around the pacifier, unable to remove it for some reason. After a few seconds I start to space out a little, loosing my will to fight.

"Good girl." Unfolding a pink diaper and slid it under her bottom and started to powder her up

“Os my diapa ave o be pink?” I ask, wiggling a little at the strange feeling of being powdered.

"Yes dear but they'll come in different colors." She told her bringing the front up and taped it up.

“Why do I even have to wear diapers?” I ask, working up the will to remove the pacifier.

"Because all littles like you need them." She told her before slipping a nightie over her head.

“What do you mean “all littles like me”?” *I ask, my tone a little huffy as I cross my arms.

"As I said your a littles around here are dressed like you."

“But why can’t I just have normal clothes...” I whine. “It’s not like I wet myself or something!”

"Sorry dear but these are the only clothes that will fit you."