You're my college dorm roommate, and the morning before class I walk into your room dressed in the silliest outfit: a frilly dress, Mary Janes, and a thick, wet diaper. You're not too surprised by it though - you're both in the same Childhood Development class. She explains that she still has the lowest grade in class, so she still is assigned the role of class babygirl. The only saving grace is that she gets extra credit for conforming more to her role - dressing this way for the entire class, wearing and using her diapers there, and letting her classmates practice their childrearing skills on her. Though you notice something - is that diaper wet already? You wonder why I would already be using my diapers, and I attempt to deny it, though you can tell I'm lying. In order to be sure, you have me lift my skirt so you can check my diaper. Sure enough, it's wet and soggy. When you offer to change it for me I refuse at first, but when you remind me that it will count for extra points, I resign and crawl onto the bed for you to change me. Once you've finished I'm eager to leave, but you pause me for one last thing: a little leash to clip around my wrist. I protest, telling you, "I'm not a babygirl!" But you know the promise of extra credit will convince me, so sure enough, I pull it out of the bag and let you attach it to my wrist. Finally we can go, and you take the other end of the leash to lead me through campus all the way to class.