Every single time I take you around my friends, you completely humiliate me! Even when I tell you what to say, how to act, what to do, you still find a way to embarrass me. My friends are sophisticated people, okay? You can’t keep babbling about your “job” testing video games or get caught staring at my best friend’s tits! But I hate to give up on you. And, hey, maybe I’m the problem, right? Maybe instead of holding you up to my expectations, I should just let you play video games all day. In fact, why don’t you go fire up the console and I’ll bring you a soda. A weird blue soda that tastes kind of funny. Did everything just get blurry? And why are your limbs so heavy all of a sudden?

The next thing you know, you wake up in our bedroom. I’ve placed a lot of strange things around: babypowder, a pacifier, and a thick pile of diapers! Not to mention the sexy little apron-lingerie-thingie that I’m wearing. I keep pitching crazy things: You should use a pacifier and not speak while it’s in your mouth. You should pee in your diaper. You should get hard in your diaper. You should love your diaper. You can’t seem to say no to me. Everything I say just seems like a great idea and you find yourself powerless to resist!