Trish got down to nothing but her wet panties quickly. As she pulled them off she held them in her hand, refusing to drop them. “No. I won’t let you do this.”
“Sure Trishy, whatever you say.” Sally mocked. “Time to clean you up, let’s go get a fresh diapee on you.”
Sally stood and took Trish towards the dark back room. The room Trish knew contained examples of her own future. As she entered she tried to pull away from Sally but found herself pushed down and onto her back instead. She went to get back up; unfortunately Sally quickly placed a hand on her chest. “Does mommy have to force Trishy to comply? I can do that if I have to.”
