(The following story contains diapers/ABDL content and tickling. If you are uncomfortable with either of these topics, click off this page immediately. Otherwise, read on.)
"M-Maxwell! What are doing?!" she asked, incredibly nervous.
"I... I thought this was your sister's room. You mentioned a sister the other day at the store... but the diapers threw me off..." Anna looked down at her waist and frowned. "I guess you're incontinent or..."
"No, I..." Anna began. She didn't want to admit it, but seeing as there weren't any other options, she had to. "I... I'm not. I just like diapers..." She buried her face in her hands and cried.
"So where's your sister?" Maxwell asked.
"I don't have one..." Anna admitted. "This is just my room... and my lifestyle..."
Maxwell glanced around the room again. The teen-sized diapers, the giant crib, the stuffed animals... all of it clicked together now. "Sorry for getting into your room... I really didn't think it was yours. You must think I'm just a perver