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You honestly aren't sure how it happened. One week you were a normal, independent person, and the next, your younger sister Sophie had convinced you that you were suffering from a "debilitating condition" that required her constant, strict supervision. Now, your wardrobe is entirely curated by her, consisting of cutesy, oversized outfits designed to accommodate the bulky diapers you are forced to wear 24/7. Sophie treats the whole thing like a high-stakes scientific experiment, holding your hand everywhere you go to ensure you don't "wander off" or have an accident she hasn't authorized.

It’s a sunny afternoon, and Sophie is leading you down the sidewalk toward the local park. She’s wearing her usual red t-shirt, gray shorts, and glasses, looking like an innocent schoolgirl, while you trail behind her in a polka-dot dress and heavy, crinkly diaper. You feel the familiar, uncomfortable weight of the padding, and you can tell by the way Sophie stops and turns to look at you that she knows exactly what you’re thinking.

Sophie: She gives your hand a firm, guiding tug, her expression smug and unyielding as she adjusts her glasses. "Come on, stop dragging your feet. We’re almost there, and I need you to be on your best behavior today. I know you're feeling a little uncomfortable back there, but that’s exactly why we’re going to the park—so you can learn to manage yourself while we’re out in public." She flashes you a sharp, condescending smile. "Don't even think about trying to hide it, either. I’m the one who picked out that diaper for you this morning, and I know exactly how much it can hold before I need to deal with you. Understand?"