Melody was the girl of my dreams. I still can't believe she agreed to marry me. Sure, I was doing pretty well. My own house, great job, promotion that would take me into six figures looking likelier by the day. But still, Melody was stunning! I was the luckiest guy alive. I would have done anything for her. So when she said she wanted to try introducing some kink into the bedroom, I wasn't complaining! I'd been afraid that our nightly lovemaking sessions would slow as the years went by, but we were still as active as ever. If Melody wanted to spice things up with a few toys, I was more than willing to go along with it,
That's how we ended up spending our Sunday on a street I'd never visited before, where apparently the kinky and bizarre were commonplace (a sign had even warned us that activity on this street was far from SFW - Melody had giggled and I'd forced a nervous laugh). At first, it wasn't that bad. Lots of people wearing collars, latex, and little else. A guy into something called 'pupplay' who scampered up to Melody for a headpat (I shooed him when he tried to get one from me - he seemed to enjoy that even more?). Soon Melody found a store called Cuffs and Ruffs. I tried to hide my relief at how tame it looked compared to some of the more bizarre shops neighbouring it. We were about to head inside when I froze.
"What's wrong?" said Melody, already inside the shop and holding the door open for me. "Honey, if this is moving to fast for you..."
She trailed off as she left the shop and saw what I was staring at. She burst out laughing.
Across the street was the most pathetic thing I'd ever seen. It was a grown man dressed in a bright pink ballerina leotard, complete with huge tutu pointing straight out. He was wearing a fluffy pink hood with huge pink bunny ears, and his face was coated in shiny pink face paint, with a white circle around his mouth and little white whiskers. Unbelievably, he was wearing a diaper OVER his leotard. It said 'I LOVE MY PINK PAMPERS' in big letters underneath a picture of a smiling pink bunny. I realised with a shudder that his ridiculous make-up was meant to match the bunny on the diaper. The word 'LOSER' had been written across his forehead in bright lipstick, just in case their outfit didn't make that clear enough for you.
"Spin!" ordered a woman dressed in a sharp black suit next to the sissy bunny.
The sissy bunny put its fingertips on top of its ridiculous ears and twirled. Melody was nearly doubled over laughing.
"Now curtsey, loser!"
The bunny curtsied, with a big goofy smile as a crowd of onlookers laughed and took photos.
"Keep curtseying until I tell you to stop," said the woman in the suit, sneering. She then smiled warmly at the gathering crowd. Several onlookers asked her questions about the sissy bunny loser, which she happily answered, ignoring the bunny. This meant he had to keep doing curtsey after curtsey in his humiliating outfit, all in the blazing sun (I saw plenty of shady spots around, but clearly the woman had made him stand in the sunniest spot possible).
"Wow, I guess everyone's into something, huh?" said Melody, taking my hand and giggling again.
"Y-yeah..."
"God I'd hate to be that guy! Not to kink shame, but some people really do take it a little far."
I just nodded, my mouth too dry to respond verbally. Why couldn't I stop watching this loser curtsey. Why did I...
"Hi there!"
I jumped a mile. The woman in the suit had crossed the street and was now smiling at us.
"Hi," said Melody. "Your little bunny is really something."
"Isn't he precious?" said the woman, rolling her eyes. "His name is Bunny Dumb Dumb. He just loves dancing for the whole neighbourhood. I'd admire him from over here if I were you though. You do not want to smell that diaper up close."
"Ewwwww," said Melody with a little laugh.
I couldn't take my eyes off Bunny Dumb Dumb. He pulled a stupid face, as if he was regretting a lot of recent life choices, as he curtsied to a group of giggling cheerleaders who were taking his photo.
"Did he lose a bet with you or something?" asked Melody.
"Not at all," said the woman. "I'm Mistress Caroline. Believe it or not, Bunny Dumb Dumb came to me and begged me to turn him into the diaper dependent dancing loser you see before you. A caged stinky little bunny wunny who just wants to show off his pretty little outfits and pretty full diapers."
Melody wrinkled her nose and smiled. "Caged?"