Boys and girls had seperate prep rooms for the contest. The main reason for this was that in addition to clothes, parents might be changing diapers as well. It didn't quite work out though, as most of the children signed up seemed perfectly potty trained and more then a little embarrassed at being put through this by their parents.

It looked like Erika was one of the few people here who really needed diapers, the poor girl thought. As she gripped her big sister's jacket sleeve, she let out a forelorned sigh.

"Are y-you sure this looks r-right?"

Dorothy Wright, the braided blonde in the pink shirt with a mind of a million secrets, smirked slightly. In a corner of the room she stood alongside a brunette whose hair extended only so far as her neck. This girl was slightly shorter but bustier, and wore a green-sleeved white T-shirt and a pink diaper. "Of course! But I thought you didn't get worried about this show-business stuff, Ropun."

"N-not when I'm actually on st-stage, b-b-but..."

"Heh. An actual professional here?" In at the mirror and changing table right by the poor pair was where Sarah had just towed her sister. With a quick glance, she took in the pair and gave a quick smile, "Looks nice. Pink is you."

"Heh, mmm..." Laura bit her lip, and looked away bashfully. She never could take praise, especially from attractive blondes... She chased that thought away though, as she turned to listen as her personal favorite attractive blonde replied for her.

"Depends on if you consider school plays professional," Dorothy replied with a shrug and a grin. "Ropun and I quite like the stars on your... sister, I am guessing?"

"Yeah, I like her in purple." Sarah patted her sister on the head, ruffling her hair slightly. "This would be Erika, Squeezies' new poster girl."

The poor girl whimpered at that, being a little uneasy at the prospect of winning. As the older girls, she shuffled closer to Larua, squeaking out a tiny "Hi."

"H-hey." In truth Laura, whose head had turned to look at her opponent of sorts, was probably just as uneasy-- due in large part to the prospect of meeting new people. "I'm L-Laura."

"Or Ropun if you prefer," Dorothy cut in as she slapped the rather busty brunette on the back, unintentionally painful. "For all intents and purposes I am Dorothy. That leaves one introduction left to be given, my fellow blondie."

"I'm Erika..." Mumbled out the little girl misunderstandingly, shifting about uncomfortably. At least when she usually talked to people she had a shirt or something beyond a diaper.

"Heh. I might leave my identity a mystery." Sarah smirked, tossing her ponytail a little, "I could've kidnapped this poor girl for the sake of entering her y'know!"

"I'm guessing that's not the truth though. And if it is..." Dorothy tossed her own ponytail, smirking back. "The stars tend to get angry at such things."

"Nah, she's my little sister. I'm Sarah." After a quick glance over the dressing room, Sarah brought her attention back to Dorothy, "It's pretty crowded, isn't it? I didn't think potty training was so problematic."

"Some parents are just desperate to get there kid off of the ground, I guess. Always wanting there kids to be everything they are and so much more, and not realizing that their kid's lucky to get Cs and has no interest in running a damn vineyard, and-- Nevermind, nevermind, forget that." Dorothy shook her head slightly, pushing the rambling thoughts out of her mind. "Really though, I'm more surprised that that's the first thing that leaps to mind for you. I suppose your sister has such problems?"

"Yeah, we're in it for the money and the year's supply of diapers." Sarah chuckled a little at the thought, "She goes through them like Kleenex, and it would be a load off the family's budget. But I don't see how modeling absorbant undergarments would be lucritive to a girl who doesn't need them."

"Experience." Dorothy's voice went slightly lower, though it wasn't really neccessary since Laura wasn't paying attention to her anyway. "Ropun here is talented at virtually everything else on this earth, so I pressured her into entering this little contest. Figure if she wins she'll see how great she is."

"Hope to get in on the runway fashion diaper market?" Sarah snickered. The job must be more lucrative then she thought. "If Erika wins, me and Mom personally promised her we'd just take the diapers and the money and weasel out of the modeling contract. Took a few more offers to get her to agree, but I feel good enough that she doesn't feel forced."

"I don't know if my dear Ropun would take the contract or not. Would certainly limit her time with the plays and the chorus and the soccer team, and being TA for the art class... She's ridiculously active." Dorothy stretched slightly, before continuing. "Should have a more reasonable schedule like myself. Wake up, go to school, save the world. Reasonable."

"Yeah, that gets me feeling envious sometimes. I got no extracurreculars." Sarah sighed for a moment, looking over at the two potential models chatting, "Heh. At least you're not gonna have to change yours if she gets too nervous. If she's handled stuff similar to this before, she'll probably act like a pro."

Dorothy nodded at Sarah, but then she turned her attention to Laura. Taking a seat next to Erika, she looked past her to the sophomore. "You know Ropun, if this gets off the ground I bet fate will have to deliver you a boyfriend. Given your repertoire of greatness it is astonishing that you do not already." Laura just whimpered in response.

"That does sound like a nice bonus." Sarah stretched her arms out, standing beside the seated girls, "This contest is a test of how cute you are."

Casting her mind around for a subject, he muttered out, "H-Have you done this before?"

"N-not exactly l-lik-kuh this, but..." Laura reached up her hand and bit the nail of her pointer finger, before taking a seat on an unoccupied bench. "I have s-some experience..."

Erika sat down with difficulty. The night-time brand was much thicker then what she was used to. Sitting only made things feel even weirder as it cushioned her butt. Still she swallowed and kicked her feet idley under the bench, "So... you just ne-never did diapers before or never did um... m-modeling before or..."

"Well, um..." Laura's voice was low and raspy, which often made hearing her problematic unless she was comfortable enough to exchange words at a higher volume. She wasn't. "Nuh-ever really-ee did either, I g-guess... Just, ya know, sim'lar stuff. D-Dorth-thy thought it might be g-good for me to try though."

"Me neither..." muttered uot Erika, head down so people couldn't see her face. "I'm... I'm not comfortable going out in my un-underwear in front of people... You think pe-people'll stare?"

"Y-yeah... B-b-but that's what the m-modeling thin-guh is all about... Ih-it's not that b-bad though. You just have to pre-t-tend that it's some other kinda public thing you d-do."

"Like what?" Erika awkwardly crossed her arms over her flat chest. A shirt would really help right about now, "I-I don't really like having everyone staring at me to begin with and they're all gon-gonna be doing that..."

"L-like, you nuh-know... Do any p-plays or sports or anything? S-Singing? Those are some of the th-things I duh-ooh." Laura scratched the little girl's head slightly, feeling sympathy for the chest. "I pro-probably could giveya this hirt if you n-needed it-tuh..."

She kept in mind the idea of imagining she was in Choir, as well as Sarah's suggestion she picture herself being in a pretty dress rather then just her diapers. Still, she looked up at Laura, noting her chest size and gulping, "Um... you don't... don't think that'd be a little b-big for me?"

"W-well, contest-wise sure. B-but it probably wouldn't hurt t-to, you know, wear it wh-while you're here. Just so y-you don't have to cuh-uver yourself, you know?"

"Oh.... I suppose I could... If-if you don't mind..." Erika smiled softly. Just having something to wear would feel alot better. She looked the girl over again, once more eying her chest, "But... but would you be okay with t-taking it off?"

"N-no, wouldn't be a prah-blem." Laura slid the shirt off then, revealing a green bra underneath. She offered it to Erika as she elaborated, "St-still, um... sti-luh wearing more clothes than I sleep in..."

"Give your whole life story away, huh Ropun?" Dorothy grinned slightly at the visual Laura was giving everyone. Her attention turned back to Sarah soon after. "Well, we know now due to my penchant for teasing Ropun that she's single, and I for one am currently sorting through my various suiters. What about you two?"

That was indeed a little more information then neeeded. Erika turned red, saying nothing as she got awkwardly to her feet. The night-time ones still were a little hard to walk in. Blushing from head-to-toe, she began pulling the large shirt over her head.

"Both taken," replied Sarah happily. A smirk covered her face as she continued, "She just so happens to have bagged a cutie."

At this mention, poor Erika squeaked, stumbling onto her rear and face still hidden. Sarah chuckled and helped her to her feet, pulling the shirt down to a fitting position.

Dorothy applauded slightly as she saw Erika in the oversized shirt, though that was a slight mix of sarcasm (or at least Dorothy's strange sense of living hyperbole) and genuine praise. Laura gave a bashful smile at the sight herself, but said nothing.

Initially. "So, um... uh, S-Sarah, was it? Um... you ever do anything like this? Luh-ike, plays and st-stuff?"

"Not really, I don't have any extracurreculars." The elder Swanson patted her sister on the head, tugging a little at the folds of the too-big shirt. "Still, she's sung in choir, before. And I told her a couple of tricks to help conquer nervousness, right."

Her diaper was almost covered by the shirt, only a little bit of plastic peeking out from underneath. At Sarah's mention, a tiny smile did cross the little girl's face, "Hehe... You mean imagining I'm in a pretty dress and the judges are in diapers?"

"Tel the truth, Ropun here only has one role she can't play to perfection: herself. I dunno why, but she's so much more bashful as an actual person than she is in a role." Dorothy reached over behind Erika to Laura, running her hand through a string of brunette hair before pulling her arm back. "When she's on stage she doesn't even stutter."

Laura of course only grew red in response, though after a second or two she did feel obligated to include a quick confirmation of Dorothy's claim with a, "Yuh-eah..."

"So... so all you have to do is pretend to be someone else?" After giving her sister a thank-you hug, Erika sat back down, leaning against the older girl calmly. "Who.. who are you gonna try to be?"

"W-well..." Laura gulped slightly, her head turning up to look at the ceiling. Now was as good a time as any... When her head came down, she was still clearly a little red but not as much so. "Lauren Christina, diaper model of course. Be sure not to get me confused with some shy girl named Laura Chris Croft!"

And that drew a laugh from Dorothy. "See? She's good."

"That's talent," chuckled Sarah. "Maybe she should go into politics. Those people always need good actors."

Erika giggled again at the sudden change. This girl was really helping her feel better. With a smile, she kept her eyes up at the actress, "Hehehe... and have you been modeling them long?"

"But of course!" Lauren as she seemed to be calling herself now ran her hand through her hair, before propping the arm on her knee like a particularly arrogant pundit. "Been at it since I was eight, and excepting a mistake by a now-unemployed scheduler I am never any later than 20 minutes early. Because a true model, nay, a true artist must excel at all walks of the trade an the business behind it."

Then the face broke, and Laura's shy grin returned. "Wh-whatcha think?"

"You've already heard all of the praise I can dish, dear Ropun." Dorothy laughed slightly, her arms crossing. "This girl's better at more fine arts than most people have participated in."

Erika giggled again. The sight of this sweet girl at the age of eight and nicely padded did sound rather cute. Unable to think up any words of praise, she leaned over and hugged the actress around her waist.

As this sweet scene played out, a woman with a clipboard walked down the dressing room, calling out in a firm voice, "Five more minutes, then line up!"

Sarah smiled and snapped her fingers, "Looks like it's about time. You wanna grab something from the prop chest beforehand?"

"Unfortunately they do not have the bottlerockets I requested for her," Dorothy answered on behalf of Laura, who smiled slightly (though she remained a shade of red due to the girl hugging her).

But she was still quite flattered, and expressed that by untangling some hairs of Erika's that had overlapped. It wasn't much, but... "Um, I'm gonna n-need muh-y shirt back..."

"Oh! R-Right!" Erika let go and began fussing over her non-plastic article of clothing. Soon she had pulled it over her head, handing it back to the older girl. Somehow being on her skin such a small time had already left it with her scent.

"Still, they have some cute stuff." Sarah looked back over at the chest, which a few lingering kids were rooting through. "Plus they said that if you use a stuffed animal, you can take it home with you."

"Unfortunately they do not have the bottlerockets I requested for her," Dorothy answered on behalf of Laura, who smiled slightly (though she remained a shade of red due to the girl hugging her).

But she was still quite flattered, and expressed that by untangling some hairs of Erika's that had overlapped. It wasn't much, but... "Um, I'm gonna n-need muh-y shirt back..."

"Oh! R-Right!" Erika let go and began fussing over her non-plastic article of clothing. Soon she had pulled it over her head, handing it back to the older girl. Somehow being on her skin such a small time had already left it with her scent.

"Still, they have some cute stuff." Sarah looked back over at the chest, which a few lingering kids were rooting through. "Plus they said that if you use a stuffed animal, you can take it home with you."
As she pulled back on her shirt, Laura couldn't help but sniff slightly. "Smuh-ells nice. Like bab-b-by powder..."

Dorothy only chuckled in response to the claim, before her attention returned to Sarah. "Sounds nice. Both of us are tomboys-- I know, for Ropun it is amazing-- so cute does not really get us far, but it is nice to know."
Erika blushed at that, although a little flattered, "Um... Thank you... I guess I just have a strong smell..." The little girl got awkwardly to her feet, "Good luck! I hope you do well..."

Noticing her sister now had her hands to her chest again, Sarah made a note to get her something to hold against it from the chest. Until then, she looked back to Dorothy, "Yeah, yours doesn't particularly look like she needs it. Think she's cute enough anyway."

"S-same for you," Laura answered, blushing herself though deep down slightly a demented sort of pride that someone like her was able to make someone do that. She shook it from her mind though. "I th-think you can. And-duh you need the pruh-ize more."

"And the same for yours, and if this girl's experience is to be trusted, yourself too." Dorothy slipped behind Laura then, wrapping her arms around the girl and holding up one of the brunette's hands. "Wave goodbye Ropun!"

"C'mon, kiddo. Let's get you a stuffed toy." Sarah took her sister's hand, walking away. The two girls however were happy to wave back as they looked over their shoulders at their new friends, Erika espicially.