Wearing protection is one thing. Dressing like a toddler is a completely different one. Leah makes her mind up quickly.
"I'll take the diaper, but I won't dress like a baby," she says firmly. Rita shrugs.
"Whatever you want." Rita gives her the diaper, then the two hurry to the gift shop to get some clothes. Luckily, Leah is able to track down a long, flowy dress that doesn't cling to her whatsoever. She ducks into the bathroom, clumsily puts on the diaper, and then pulls the dress over her head. To her relief, she doesn't have any sort of diaper bulge.
When Leah leaves the bathroom, Rita gives her a nod of approval, then asks her a question.
"If you were concerned about your protection being obvious, why did you choose the diaper?"
"I don't think training pants are built for teen wet accidents," Leah mumbles. That's partially the reason. But more importantly, she hasn't pooped yet today. And she tried in the bathroom just then but couldn't. Diapers will withstand a poopy accident far better than training pants.
"You're thinking ahead! I'm very impressed," Rita says. She grabs Leah's hand. "Now let's go have some fun!"