Amber didn’t mind being in a diaper, and neither should her father. She changed “embarrassed” to “proud”. Terry perked up.
“Yes, I did,” he crowed. Larry chuckled.
“I still adore how proud you are of your diapers.”
“Well, when my parents refused to potty-train me, I could either be ashamed about it or be proud. I went with the option that would cause me the least distress.”
“I love you, dear,” Larry sighed. “And it was a miracle that you found a place that didn’t mind you wear diapers.”
“It only makes sense, diapers are their whole business,” Terry said. Amber generated a new sentence, curious about what place hired a visibly diapered man. She was sorely disappointed. Apparently, it was just a company that produced diapers.
That could be easily fixed. A few alterations, and Terry was now a diaper tester, hired for the sole purpose of making sure the diaper company’s products worked.
“And it only makes sense that you would be proud you used your diaper,” Larry said, “given that that’s why they hired you.”
Getting bored again, Amber decided to alter herself once more. As her fathers chatted about Terry’s workplace, it actually sounded interesting. She wanted to work there, too. But how?