Your name is Angela, and you have incontinence, something you hate, and over time, you decided that with the additional thing of delayed teething, you kept wearing diapers, and eventually kept wearing teen-sized baby stuff, and your room looks like a nursery, so you keep your camera off; one day, your friend invites you over for a sleepover, and you greet him wearing, over your onesie and diaper, a long skirt, a shirt, a soother, and a pair of pants Willy: Hi, Angie. :D Thanks for coming. :D