So when I was 11 or 12, after school one nice spring day I was in my room playing around in one of my old baby diapers. I found them a few years prior in my closet (a whole different story). Anyway I was humping my pampers baby dry from the late 90′s and decided to throw jeans on and do some stuff around the house. I was taking the trash cans back down our long driveway and as I got back to the garage my parents came out and said they wanted to go on a walk. I tried to bail so I wouldn’t be caught in diapers but they demanded I come with them. So I very nervously walked a mile around my neighborhood next to my dad, and we got back to the house just in time to leave for a music lesson. So I ran in the house to grab my book and as I was going up the steps to throw my diaper under my bed, my dad asked what I was going up for, we were going to be late. I guess my excuse wasn’t good enough because he got mad and told me to get in the car.
I got in the car and nervously conversed with my dad for the half hour drive while wearing my old diapers. Finally we made it. I was only relieved for a second because I then proceeded to have a half hour, very close proximity lesson. I made it through but afterward my dad wanted to stop at the hardware store for summer yard work supplies, so I got to walk around there for awhile, crinkling softly and trying to walk normal.
By the time we got home it was dark. I walked through the garage through the laundry room to the kitchen, heading straight for my room. But my dad told me to stop. I turned around nervously with sinking dread. “Drop your pants”. I panicked and stuttered long enough for him to tell me he wanted to throw a load of laundry in. I told him no, and he didn’t like that. But I persisted, saying I’d change and bring them down. That wasn’t good enough for him but it was for me as I suddenly hustled upstairs, got in my room and closed the door. It’s hard to describe the feeling the diaper made as I pulled it up out of the front of my pants, but I just threw it up under my bed as my dad barged in. He was kind of freaking so I took my pants off and said “fine, have them!”. So we had a talk about why I needed to wear underwear.
He left and finally I was safe. I humped that same diaper again, this time it was just warm and broken in.
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