Bean There, Done That

Lily heads out to her favorite coffee place, clutching her bag a bit tighter than usual. The familiar streets of downtown stretch before her, but today they feel slightly off-kilter. As she walks, she notices little things she hadn't before: waistbands peeking out from beneath skirts and pants, diaper bulges clearly visible on some passersby. It seems everyone is wearing diapers, though most act as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

A group of college students jogs by, laughing and joking, clad only in t-shirts and diapers. Lily's eyes widen, and she quickly looks away, her cheeks burning. She turns her attention back to the sidewalk, focusing on her destination.

From the corner of her eye, she catches sight of a stroller. At first, she dismisses it but it seems to be a way out of proportion. Before she can, a loud honk startles her, and she sidesteps to avoid a speeding cyclist.

When she finally reaches her coffee shop, "Bean There, Done That," she breathes a sigh of relief. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the gentle hum of conversation welcome her. She steps inside, the doorbell chiming softly, and makes her way to the counter.

"Morning, Lily!" greets Sarah, the barista, with a warm smile. "The usual?"

"Uh, yes, please," Lily replies, trying to sound as normal as possible. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, the crinkle of her diaper barely audible over the background noise.