A Close Call While Changing in a Stall

At one point toward the end of last semester, I had a close call with being found out by my roommate when he walked into a public bathroom while I was changing my diaper in a stall. Read on for the details. . . .

While I sometimes changed my diaper in the bathroom I shared with my roommate when he was home, I don’t think he ever realized what I was doing in there. At least, he gave no indication he did. And he was always pretty absorbed in his own world (I’d say more than most people) so it makes sense he would never figure me out.

But public bathrooms are a different beast. It’s way less private in there. Stall walls don’t reach the floor, and there’s often a substantial gap between stall doors and stall walls that’s easy to see through, even when you’re not trying to. Plus, sound travels well and echoes.

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The Time I Almost Got Found Out

Ever since I first started buying and wearing adult diapers, I made sure to be super careful about it so my family wouldn’t find out. Despite this, I did have some close calls. Looking back, I’d only describe the closest of those close calls as “a time I almost got found out by my parents,” despite how close some of the others felt at the time.

This incident occurred just last spring, on my mom’s birthday. At the college I was attending, it was the last week of class before finals week. I woke up early to work on a project I had due later that same day. I had a lot of work to do, and not a minute to spare, so I put on one of my Certainty diapers so I wouldn’t have to get up from my computer to use the bathroom.

I’m not sure of the time because it was so long ago, but at some point my mom knocked on my door. She’d taken off work. I easily told her to come in because I had sweatpants on over my diaper. I wished her a happy birthday, and she told me she and my step-dad were about to go out. I think they were going to breakfast or brunch, but maybe they were going to a store or something.

When my mom was about to leave my room, she asked me for a hug. I was too nervous for that. I was worried she would hear or feel my diaper if we hugged. Looking back, I know there wasn’t much of a reason to be so nervous, and I realize that if I’d just hugged her everything would have been fine.

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Fiction: Alicia, Part 6

This is the sixth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.

After my dad left my room, I went over to my beanbag chair and started streaming a movie. I tried to watch it, but I couldn’t concentrate. My poop just felt soo good against my skin. I couldn’t resist; I kept wiggling my butt around on it. Eventually, I lay back and basked in the pleasure.

A few minutes later, I sat up and turned off the movie. Then I stood, pulled off my skirt, and threw it in the pile of dirty clothes by my closet. No sense in keeping that on. Everyone here knew I was wearing a diaper, and I would have my mom coming to change it soon.

I pulled my phone out of my backpack and jumped into bed. Then I started playing the game I’d been telling Sammy about earlier. After a bit, I moved on to checking my social media feeds.

Knock, knock, knock!

Was my mom home already? Had it already been an hour and a half? I looked at the clock at the top of my screen. Yep, it had been. I turned off the screen and put the phone aside as I beckoned, “Come in.”

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Fiction: Alicia, Part 5

This is the fifth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.

After my dad parked in our driveway, my sister got out in a huff and slammed her door. My dad rolled his eyes, then turned to me.

“Oh, good,” he said, “You pulled your skirt back up already. So, yeah, let’s just go to your room, and then we can talk and maybe get you changed.”

He got out of the car and I followed, sliding out with my backpack in hand. I slung it over my shoulder as I stood up.

Maybe get me changed?” I asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah. We can talk about it in a minute.”

I followed him to my room and shut the door behind me. He sat on my bed, as per his usual, and I swiveled my office chair to face him. As I sat down on it, I could feel my warm turds squishing underneath me, compacting more than they already had in the car.

He must have seen some pleasure on my face, because he asked, “You think it feels good?”

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Adult Diaper Sighting Today!?

Today, I went shopping with my mom at a Sam’s Club. When we first got to the store, we got a couple hot dogs and drinks and sat down to eat in the food area. Right after we sat down, I looked over to my left and something caught my eye: an adult diaper!?

A fairly young Asian lady wearing white shorts and a yellow shirt had just come into the food area. Poking out from the top of her shorts was what looked to be the waistband of an adult pull-up, something like the Abena one I recently tried.

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Fiction: Alicia, Part 4

This is the fourth part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.

The bell for fourth period rang like two seconds after I slid into my class. As I headed to my usual seat, next to Sammy, I noticed lots of eyes on me. I was the only one unseated, and I had a skirt on, so it made sense, but I couldn’t help wondering if my diaper was showing, so I felt the bottom of my skirt as I walked to make sure it hadn’t ridden up anywhere. It hadn’t, luckily.

I took my seat and Sammy gave me a little wave and smile. I gave her one back. Although I have a lot of friends left over from previous years who I still like to sit with in the morning and at lunch, I don’t have classes with any of them this year except Sammy. She’s in my last three classes of the day. Naturally, that means we’re closer than I am with my other friends.

I mostly keep to myself and pay attention to the lesson or task at hand during the classes in the first half of my day, but during the second half of my day, I like to chat with Sammy pretty often. That’s why we sit at the back of all three classes.

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Fiction: Alicia, Part 3

This is the third part of Alicia’s story. You can start at the beginning here.

More of my friends arrived in the atrium over the next half hour, and nearly all of them commented on how great my skirt looked. Jodie volunteered the explanation anytime anyone asked how I was allowed to wear it.

First period was uneventful, which is normal because lots of people are still half asleep at that point. In second period, some of the girls in the class told me how much they liked my skirt. One said I was brave to break the dress code so obviously, so I guess the whole group probably thought I was simply living on the edge.

At the end of third period, my teacher called me over to his desk. “You do know that’s against the rules, right?” he asked, pointing at my skirt.

“Yeah,” I said. “But I got an exception from Mrs. Shuler. I figured she would send all my teachers an e-mail about it or something.”

“Oh. I haven’t checked my e-mail since really early this morning. Let me give it a look. . . .”

After a few minutes on his computer, he looked back up at me with a smile and said, “Yes, I see the e-mail. Sorry.” He looked back down. “It also says you have a pass to go see her anytime you want. Don’t be afraid to use it to get out of my class if you need to.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.”

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Fiction: Alicia, Part 2

This is the second part of Alicia’s story. You can read the first part here.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock barely had a chance to go off before I hit Snooze. I usually hit it quick and lay in bed for five more minutes, so I can ease into awake life.

That day, a Friday, was a bit different though. Instead of easing myself awake, I immediately sat up, propped myself up with my pillow, and threw off my comforter.

It was true! I was wearing a diaper. A bunch of emotions hit me at once and a smile took over my face.

I felt so special to be the first test subject for my dad’s super diaper. And I felt super relaxed knowing I could pee anytime I had to. And the diaper itself felt so good against my skin, like I was wrapped in a pillow.

Okay, okay. That’s probably the second or third time I compared the diaper to a pillow. But that’s really what it was like! Let me describe some more details about this thing so you understand.

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