“You want me to wear what?!”

Mrs Velthon looked at Annabelle sternly. “This is the uniform. The children love seeing someone dressed as they are, forced to waddle as they are, a character in a wet diaper just like theirs.”

“WHAT?! You want me to wet myself too?”

Mrs Velthon sighed. “It’s a long day. I don’t want you to wet yourself, it’s just that the costume takes an hour to put on. All that make-up, the straps, the fake tights and the thick diaper that forces your legs apart. We find that most people in that costume just can’t go the whole day without needing to..”

Annabelle sighed too. “Piss themselves. Admit it, you’re expecting me to soil myself.”

“No!” protested Mrs Velthon, “Not expecting. Just acknowledging that.. it’s going to happen. Now, do you want the job or not.”

Annabelle thought quickly. She really didn’t like how this was going, but rent needed paying and she was desperate. “You don’t have any other vacancies? I could be another character, or work the entrance turnstiles, or.. “

Mrs Velthon shook her head. “This is all we have right now. Do you want the job, or should I look for a more willing candidate?”

Annabelle shivered, picked up the thick diaper that would force her thighs apart, in her other hand took the waterproof covering that formed the lower part of her costume. “No, I’ll do it. But please, I’ll need help changing into and out of this outfit.”

“Of course,” said Mrs Velthon, a sinister smile reaching her face, “That will absolutely not be a problem.”