Go home.

"Please just tell her that I'm really sorry." You say, heading for the door.

You don't sleep well and are woken up by a knock at your apartment door.

Throwing on some clothes, you answer the door. Sarah is standing there, carrying a pink backpack.

"Hi." You're surprised but happy to see her.

"Hi Daniel." She greets you. "Can I come in?"

"Of course." you step aside, letting her into your apartment. "I was worried you wouldn't want to see me."

"I was upset that you walked in on me." She puts her bag down and sits on your sofa. "But I was also worried what you thought of me."

"Because I found out you need diapers?" You ask, taking the seat next to her.

She hesitates for a moment before correcting you. "I don't need diapers. Well I might now. It's been a long time since I used a toilet but that's not why I wear them."

"Huh?" Why would she wear diapers if she didn't need them?

"Tanya treats me like a baby." She explains. "When I'm in public I just wear diapers under my clothes but there's a lot more in private."

"More?" You don't understand.

She bends down and unzips her backpack. From it she begins removing items. First there's a giant pacifier, then a similarly enlarged baby bottle. She places them on the coffee table. Next she pulls out a purple onesie printed with teddy bears, again far too big for the infant such a garment would be suitable for.

"Why?" You struggle to contribute more than single words to the conversation.

"It makes me feel good." she answers. "It's hard to explain but maybe if you try it you'll understand."

"Try it?" You manage 2 words.

Returning to the bag, she takes out another pacifier, bottle and onesie, this time a baby blue one. She lays them out on the table then reaches into the bag one more time and pulls out an adult diaper.