Justice's Diapering
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When Justice gets hypnotized to be a bedwetter at a party, her parents become furious with her. They put her in diapers, and don't let her out of them. The mean girl that hypnotized her invites Justice to her summer house when school is over, and Justice gets left with her for the entire summer. When will this hell end?
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