Interrupted

Before I could write more I hear my doorbell ring and I look up from the book, my soggy full diaper crinkling as I stand from my lazy boy chair. The thick padding crinkling with each step as I walk closer to my door, the hallway bouncing the sound of the diaper as it sways from my hips. No hint of embarrassment as I reach for the handle of the door.

I wonder who's on the other side of my door, and who'll be the first person to see me as my true incontinence self.