Put on the diaper and send Sarah a photo.

Sarah really wanted you to wear the diaper. You should just do it.

You get undressed and then unfold the diaper. Laying it on the bed, you examine it for a moment, figuring out how it works. Once you think you understand it, you lay down with your bottom on the padding, 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.

In the bathroom, you stand back from the mirror and take a photo with your phone. You send it to Sarah with the message "I'm sorry I didn't wear it on our date."

She soon replies. "I'm sorry I was so grumpy about it. Thank you for doing this." Then a few seconds later. "It is on a bit loose. Put it on tighter and make sure the leak guards are standing up or it might leak. Be careful though. The tapes don't work if you restick them too many times."

You lay on the bed and adjust your diaper as Sarah recommended. You send her a new photo.

She replies. "Much better. I'll come over in the morning to see in person. Please don't take it off before I get there."

You write back "What if I need to use the toilet?"

"That's what the diaper is for." Comes the last message.

You wake up the next morning needing to pee. No wanting to upset Sarah again, you let go in the diaper. You feel it flood and then the padding starts expanding as it draws the liquid away from your skin.

You get up and have breakfast, feeling like a giant baby waddling around your house in a soggy diaper.

As you get up from the table you realise your mistake. You get a familiar feeling. You need to take a shit.

You hold on, hoping that Sarah will arrive soon but two hours pass and she's still not there. In that time you've flooded your diaper a second time and you don't have long before that shit is coming out on its own.