Today, I have a prescheduled weekly on-site appointment at a client location. This came the first hurdle of my choice to go back into diapers. I got dressed and sat on the couch in a clean diaper with a onesie, company shirt, and an Astros jersey drinking a cup of coffee.
My wife then came to sit next to me, and everything was fine. When I got up from the couch, my wife looked at my waistline, then up to me and said, “You’re really going to do it, aren’t you?”. I replied back with, “Oh yeah.” As I turn and walk towards the kitchen, she says, “Well, just so you know, it is audible; but I guess it doesn’t matter.” I look at her and say, “I hope you have a great day.” She replied with, “You too, drive safe.”
I pack up and leave to work. The drive was uneventful. I arrived and checked in with the client and set up for the day. There is so much going in. There is no way anyone could tell I was wearing a diaper. The rest of the day went on without any problems – I never used the diaper once, but it was nice to have it on. As my time on-site came came to an end, I packed up and began my drive home; which sucked!
I got home, changed my now wet diaper, and made a cup of coffee, the rolled a joint. I grabbed my wife’s attention regarding the joint, and we understood. We burned that doobie and talked about the day – standard stuff. She did ask how my day was with a smile on her face. I think she was shocked, though, hearing that I actually had a good day.
You see, I am perfectly comfortable being in a diaper, wearing a diaper – it is just a different type of underwear. No difference, except my underwear is absorbent and needs to be changed more often than yours. My underwear can also be changed without taking off my pants. Can you say that?