Say that you're not feeling up to it tonight.

"Not tonight." you say. "I'm not really feeling up to it."

"Okay." he says. "Another time."

You pay for the diapers and get back to your apartment. It's nerve-wracking carrying them inside in the far-too-transparent shopping bag you were given but fortunately you don't run into any of your neighbours.

You take the bag into your bedroom then take out the package of diapers and tear it open. Pulling out one, you unfold it and lay it on the bed.

Hesitantly, you remove your shoes, socks, 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 doesn't feel so bad. The padding pressed between your legs and moving against your bottom constantly reminds you what you're wearing but that's weirdly comforting.

You pull on some pyjama pants to cover the diaper and then make yourself a quick dinner and settle down in front of the TV.

You have just put your plate in the dishwasher after finishing your meal when there is a knock at your door.

Hoping that your loose-fitting pyjama pants are hiding your diaper, you open the door.

You find Stephen standing there.

"I know you say you weren't feeling up for hanging out but I was worried about you." He explains. "You were really embarrassed when I found out about your diapers and I just want to make sure you know it doesn't change how I see you."

"Thanks." You say. "I appreciate it."

Without waiting for an invitation, he steps inside. "What are you watching?"

You watch TV with him for a while, not saying much to each other. Eventually you feel the need to pee.