Chastity returned to her room and began looking through her available wardrobe, both personal and supplied. Most of her clothes, she reckoned, wouldn’t allow for the presence of her thick diapers; as a result, she spent very little time looking through the clothes she had brought with, except for withdrawing a clean bra. Looking through the various child- and baby-like clothes available, it was hard for her to keep from frowning, physically and mentally. Overalls were fine and dandy, but there came a time when other clothes were necessary, and the variety she had been provided with was sorely lacking in terms of the word’s true meaning. But, there was at least one little ray of sunshine in the mix: there were a few skirts to choose from, and so she decided on a pink and white pleated skirt that appeared blessedly long enough to generally conceal her diaper, and rather than going for a onesie as had been her original instinct, she went for a casual white short sleeve top. Chastity was also thankful to come across a pair of nice leggings; clearly whoever had been in charge of wardrobe had been of sound mind, at least in some respects.
Reviewing her wardrobe, Chastity was sad to say that it wasn’t what she would have preferred to wear, but under the circumstances, it was a far sight better than what might have been. “Guess I’ll just have to make the best of it,” she whispered. Gathering up her clothes, she headed for the girls’ shower. On the way she reflected on the morning’s… escapades, for lack of a better term. Remembering Jack’s sudden flash of insight and mad scramble—amazingly silent—for his iPod brought a smile to her face, as it had very handily saved their bacon. Chastity didn’t know how Jean and Mary would have reacted to them making out in Jack’s crib, and she wasn’t anxious to find out what it would have been, either.

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