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Katie didn't even lift her head up to look at him, but Alex could see how red her face was between her knees. She aggressively shrugged his arm off though, and growled abruptly, and with abject misery,
"Don't even look at me!"
Though, it was hard to imagine what else he was supposed to do, in these circumstances. It wasn't the outfit that was bothering Katie, so much as the loss of dignity, which had started right back in the lift. As far as she was concerned, things had only got worse from there. She wasn't sure, now, she wouldn't rather have suffocated than lose her boots and jacket, and have them replaced, of all things, with an actual diaper. She'd just been contemplating trying to rip the thing off when Alex had appeared; but now that would involve actual nudity, even if she could restore herself with the button-under t-shirt thing afterwards.
"Go on, look at the wall," she told Alex, just as he must have been assuming she wouldn't speak again. She had to reassert herself somehow. If she could bring him back under her complete control, maybe she could get him to look away long enough and reliably enough to do something about this diaper thing after all.
Right about then, however, the door on the far wall hissed smoothly open, revealing a room beyond.
"Welcome to the nursery," announced a maternal computer voice, which seemed to come from everywhere at once.
Although similarly white and spartan, right away in the room could be seen what looked like two oversized cribs, a rubber ball pool, and a collection of toys, stuffed animals and soft furnishings. The kind of set up that would have been perfect for two toddlers. But why were they being treated like this? Just because Katie had wet herself? She felt sick at the thought.
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