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Charlie was finally alone. After a long, long week of being hounded by guests, business was winding down, and she, at least thought, that Vaggie was gone. She was excited to finally try something, something she had yearned to do for years. She kicked off her shoes, took off her pants, and finally her panties, before unfolding a large, plastic rectangle, and laying it down on her bed. She laid down on it, sprinkling large amounts of powder, struggling to maneuver her back and arms to fold it around her rear, and finally, secure the tapes in place. She sat up on her bed, now wearing only the top of her suit, a diaper, and her socks. She took a deep sigh, feeling the crinkly garment on her.
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