When they returned to the building, neither Jack nor Chastity were given a choice; they were hustled off to their rooms and changed into clean diapers straight away, as well as far more juvenile attire; the onesies were back. Jack didn’t care for them, but when he emerged from his room he saw that Chastity had suffered the same fate, and so he didn’t feel quite as bad about his clothes. The clean diaper felt good, though; he’d been paying attention more often to his diaper—funny how that had gone by the wayside in the earliest stages of this lunatic situation—and was far more conscious of when he was and was not wet. Of course, he was also hoping to start regaining his control before too long; as far as he was concerned the sooner the better, otherwise he might go out of his mind.