“You’re going to become famous!” Kimberly says cheerfully. She brings Olivia to her car and buckles her into a car seat.
“What mean?” Olivia asks nervously.
“My friend’s dad runs a modeling agency. They’re looking for a diaper model. I think you’re perfect for it.”
“What? But-” Before Olivia can protest further, Kimberly puts a pacifier in her mouth. Olivia suckles on it instinctively.
“Just be on your best behavior, okay?” Kimberly instructs. “After the shoot, I’ll take you home.”
“Which home?”
“Hmm. Yours. I’ll help you get set up for the night, and tomorrow I’ll check in on you before school.” Kimberly gets in the driver’s seat. She grins at Olivia in the rearview mirror. “If you poop at the rate of a normal kid your age, you’ll pass that ring either today or tomorrow.” As if in response to Kimberly’s prediction, Olivia’s bowels make a rumbling noise.
However, Olivia’s diaper is still dry by the time they arrive at the shoot. Kimberly brings Olivia and a diaper bag inside.
“Hi!” Kimberly squeals excitedly at her friend. Her friend rushes over to coo over Olivia.
“It’s so great that your aunt said your little cousin could model for us,” Kimberly’s friend says. “I’ll take her to the people who’ll get her ready.”
“Sounds great.” Kimberly’s friend takes Olivia from her and brings her over to a woman waiting nearby. In a blur, Olivia is rediapered in the appropriate brand, her hair is styled, and she’s put in only a shirt. Then, she’s brought to the set.
“Olivia, if you can use your diapy at some point during the shoot, that would be great,” the director tells her. Olivia considers this. She does feel like she’ll need to go soon, and she’d prefer to use her diaper on purpose rather than on accident.