Looking down, she didn’t respond to the thick purple diaper between her legs. She scooted off the end of the bed and then standing up, allowed her mom to pull her panties and then pants up over the generous soft plastic diaper. They just barely stretched over it.

So much for cute pajamas, she thought, zapping out of her trancelike state.

The diaper was much much thicker between her legs than the GoodNites she had been accustomed to over the past dozen nights. As she swayed a bit standing in front of her mom, it made her feel strangely but ineffably safe.