Sadly, you did not have an older sister or a mom to wear there clothes, you only had your little sister Ava. The problem with that is Ava doesn’t own underwear, she only has diapers. You walk casually into Ava’s room and close the curtains. You open her wardrobe and grab a diaper, you reluctantly put on the diaper and look around for some over clothes. You settle on a shirt that says “Daddy’s Little Stinker”,a pink skirt that covers most of your diaper and a pair of knee high socks. You waffle out of your sister’s room because the diaper forces your legs apart. Just as you make it back to your room, the phone rings again. “Hey, Kyle, I assume you’ve gotten girls clothes on?” You quietly mumble a “yes”, “Great, now, Transform or Dare?” You quickly choose dare. “Alright, Your date is you cannot use a toilet if you need to go, you must use your underwear, no one will find it strange that you mess your underwear or wear girls clothes either” And with that they hung up. Out of nowhere your stomach growls and staying true to your Dare, you just sit on your floor waiting for the inevitable, soon a hot stream of piss flows into the front of the diaper and a mountain of shit came out the back. You stood up and made your way to your sister’s room to change your diaper when your dad calls, “Kyle, Dinner!”.You curse and trudge downstairs still in a dirty diaper. You sit down at the dinner table and eat your food in silence. When you finish, you go to change your diaper. But your dad stops you, “Ahahah, come back here, you aren’t able to change yourself” Your dad scolds, you were about to protest, but he picked you up with one arm and carried you to your sister’s room. He set you down on the changing table and put you into a new diaper, he also put you into a pink onesie. Then he set you down in your sister’s crib, pulled up the bars and turned off the lights. Almost immediately after he left you messed your diaper again, but this time it was just shit. But surprisingly you drifted off to sleep.