Deborah smiled. At least with Anise wearing diapers, the attention wouldn’t be on her pull-ups that she wore under her own shorts. She was tempted to go without pull-ups, but even the thought of wetting in a frat house in front of fraternity boys mortified her.

Flower waved her leaf-gloved hands. “At least I’m nice and warm in my costume.”

Deborah stuck her tongue out.

“And you would be surprised how warm a nude suit is,” said Ami.

Deborah stood by Anise. “At least the two of us will be glad to get inside.”

“I must admit that you’re right,” said Anise.