“I’m 22, not a baby, and I’m Not a girl!” Rachel wailed her soother falling to the floor.

Margaret gently set the crying sissy down onto the floor, she picked up the soother and washed it in the sink.

Rachel just stood there sobbing, he could hear the troopers outside, he knew jail was waiting for him.

What kind of a choice was this? Jail or life as a diapered sissy?

Margaret came back and teased the soother into her mouth, Rachel started to suck on it as Margaret picked her up and began to carry her to the nursery.

“You are wet aren’t you baby?” Margaret asked her gently.

Teary-eyed Rachel nodded.