Jack put the book back and followed her out of the room. She led him to the stairwell together they went up to the third floor, and just as Jack had figured, Chastity went into the toy room. “You know, I’m starting to get the feeling that you really like this room,” he said.
“Yeah, so what if I do?” she asked.
Jack shrugged. “No real reason,” he said. “I suppose it’s just cute, is all.”
Chastity’s cheeks flushed pink, which seemed to chase the very last vestiges of melancholy out of her expression. “Cute, huh?”
“Oh, yes,” Jack said, affecting a grave tone. “Very cute.” She smiled at him sat down amidst the stuffed animals again, and then grimaced. “What’s wrong?”
Chastity was about to answer and then she paused, a thoughtful expression on her face. “I think…” she began, “that my diaper is wet.”
“Oh, is that all,” Jack said and shrugged. “Wouldn’t surprise me if mine was, too.”
Chastity looked at him oddly. “You seem to be taking this all in stride,” she pointed out.
He shrugged again. “Maybe it’s because we’re in such a private place,” he suggested. “Less embarrassment than if it were a large group or something… that and knowing that you’re in the same boat sort of makes it easier to take.”
Chastity smirked at him. “Oh, so the pretty girl in diapers and childish clothes makes this easier to take?”
Jack nodded. “Yep. That about sums it up nicely.”
Chastity shook her head ruefully. “Boys,” she muttered.
“What?” Jack asked defensively.
She sneered at him. “Nothing,” she retorted, but then smiled. “At least I have the consolation that you have to wear childish clothes as well.”
“Hey, I’m not the one wearing overalls.”