when dylan woke up, his diaper was wet… of course. this wasn’t new, he was used to it by now. at least, as used to waking up in a wet diaper as a 20-something college student could be.
he got out of bed, slowly, still tired. he stretched, wiped the sleep out of his eyes, then walked to his dresser. he opened up his underwear drawer…
… only to find it empty. where rows of briefs and trunks should have been, now there was nothing.
“what the-?” he said aloud.
on cue, his roommate aiden entered through the door.
“looking for something?” aiden asked.
“what did you do with my underwear?”
“well, i figured you didn’t need underwear anymore, since you have your diapers,” aiden said.
“i don’t need diapers,” said dylan.
aiden dramatically looked down at dylan’s soaked nighttime diaper, then back up. “we know that’s not true.”
dylan’s cheeks burned hot. he hated standing in front of his roommate wearing nothing but a wet diaper. “i don’t need them during the day, i mean. i only wet at night.”
“so you admit you do need them, got it,” said aiden.
“ah ah,” aiden cut him off. “i don’t want to hear any arguing. i’ve already thrown all your underwear out, anyway. now let’s get you dressed for class… since you’ve been talking back, i think i want to send you in your soaked diaper…”
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