“I don’t know…” She repeated the action, not that it helped me make up my mind any. “It’s cute, but it might make it less obvious that you’re actually wearing a diaper, so people might not get what you’re supposed to be…”
“I doubt that,” Nancy rolled her eyes. “What else would I be?”
“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “Try it on and let’s see how it looks.”
“All right.” She stepped into the diaper cover, gently working her already shoe clad feet through the lace-ringed leg holes. She pulled it up her legs, tugged on it to get it high enough to cover the whole diaper, then let it snap into place. She stared down at it for a second, then gave a brief giggle before putting her thumb into her mouth.