Morning routine interrupted

John spent the rest of the morning steadily occupied, cleaning, doing laundry and taking care of Alison. Luckily, due to the minimal amount of clothes he actually owned, laundry only took 2 loads. He had just put the colors in the washer when he heard his daughter fussing. Turning the machine on, he went to feed his child.

Once he had finished that he began cleaning the house, taking time to periodically check on Alison. Hearing the washing machine signal that it was done, he placed the wet clothes in the dryer and started washing the whites.

Checking his daughter’s diaper, he saw she needed a change. After cleaning her up, he reached into the diaper bag and discovered it was the last one. Wishing he checked last night, he put it on her.

Knowing that he couldn’t have any delivered soon enough, he made the decision to go buy some as soon as the laundry was done. Calling the babysitter, he asked if she was free to watch Alison at the last minute.

“No problem! I’ll be over to get her shortly,” was the reply.

John got Alison ready and went to go check on the laundry. The babysitter, named Mary, lived only two doors down, so John wasn’t surprised when he heard a knock and the front door open.

“I’m here,” Mary said.

Before John could respond, he found the clothes in the dryer were still soaking wet.

“Damn,” he said loudly.

“What’s wrong,” Mary called from the living room.

“Stupid dryer is broken! My clothes are still wet,” John said angrily.

Not wanting to burden him down with unnecessary questions, Mary said, “I’ll just take Alison and leave you to deal with that. Call me when you’re back home.”

As Mary let herself out, John fumed at the dryer. As if yesterday wasn’t bad. Now he had this to deal with. All of his clothes were essentially useless now. Making his way to the bedroom, he scanned the closet looking for something of his ex’s that wasn’t overly feminine. He needed to get out to get diapers, and this apparently was his only option.

Finding a pair of jeans that looked like they would fit, he removed the shorts he was wearing and slid the jeans up his legs. However, his underwear kept bunching up making it impossible to fasten them. Not wanting to go commando, he dug into the pile of panties that his ex had left.

Finding to only white pair, he wasn’t pleased with the lace around the waistband. But at least they weren’t the thongs that she seemed to prefer. Sliding the panties on, he then tried the jeans once more. This time they fell into place. But the effects of both the tight panties and even tighter jeans smashed his minuscule junk into none existent.

Grabbing a top that barely covered his stomach, he automatically grabbed the diaper bag and headed out the door.

The only way he figured he wouldn’t run into anyone he knew was to drive to the other side of town. He knew there were several stores that sold baby specific items only.

An hour later, he pulled into the parking lot of one of these stores and made his way inside. Quickly scanning the aisle signs, he made his way towards the diapers. Had John looked carefully, he would have noticed that he was the only male in the building.

As John reached the aisle, Della approached from the other end. Not recognizing her from the club, John continued down the aisle.

Della, however, immediately recognized John. Not wanting to waste the opportunity to try and bag the newest lesbian in the club, she immediately convinced a plan in her head. She would simply confront Johnni with what she knew.

Approaching John, she plastered a huge smile on her face as she practically screamed “Johnni!”

John freaked out. Who the hell was here that knew him as Johnni? Seeing the woman before him, John just smiled and froze in place.

“So nice to see you again,” Della said. “I was hoping to talk to you at the club, but this is better!”

Embracing John in a tight hug, Della whispered in his ear, “I know your secret sweetie.”