Hang out with Stephen.

"Yeah." You'd really like to refuse right now but can't think of a good reason. "Okay."

"Meet up at my place." He says as you pay for your diapers. "We can watch a couple of movies."

You meet Stephen outside his building.

"You know I can't even tell you're wearing a diaper." He comments.

"I'm not wearing one." You say without thinking.

"Why not?" he asks. "Aren't you worried you'll have an accident?"

"This is the first time I've bought them." You decide to keep as close to the truth as possible. "It's a recent thing."

"Well you'd better bring them in and put one on." He suggests.

Unable to argue you return to your car and get the far-too-transparent plastic bag containing your diapers. Fortunately, you don't encounter anyone on the way up to Stephen's apartment.

Once you are safely inside, Stephen says. "I'm going to order a couple of pizzas. You can use my room to get ready." He nods toward your bag in case you didn't take his meaning.

"Thanks." you say, taking your diapers to his bedroom.

You close the door and tear the package open. Pulling out one, you unfold it and lay it on the bed.

Hesitantly, you remove your shoes, pants and underwear then sit on the diaper and lay back on your bed.

Finally, you pull the front up between your legs and fasten the tapes.

Standing up, you move around a bit, it seems to be rather saggy and shifts a lot as you move. You worry that maybe you haven't put it on correctly.