(First part)“What? No!” Clark whispered harshly, not believing his ears. “You can’t… I don’t have to… I won’t do it. You’ve lost your mind!” The shame started to turn a bit angry, and he lifted up his chin like he was getting ready for a fight. “You’ve got to be kidding me”. Brenda looked at him bewildered. “You don’t get to have a choice about this. It’s either that or I’ll tell your dad.” “Oh, come on. I’m not going to wear a diaper. It’s…” “You don’t tell me to ‘come on’.” Brenda’s voice snapped out, low and harsh. Clark flinched at the sound, his head dropping down and shoulders curling in. “You don’t talk to me like you’re the adult and not the one standing with an armful of pissy sheets that you wet.” […]