Take it off

Heading to the bathroom, you untape the diaper and release your bladder in the toilet. You grab a new set of tape, and retape the diaper. You pull your pants back on.

You eat dinner, talking with your mom about her work, until you hear Andrew coming in. You excuse yourself, and run up to his room.

"Can I take this off now?" you ask as you stand in his doorway.

"It's only been a few hours," he says, turning around. "But fine, we can do a diaper check."

He smooths his bed sheets out, and gestures for you to lay down on his bed. "Feet in the air, baby!" he laughs.

Swallowing your pride, you do as he asks, and you lie on your back on his bed, your feet in the air. You're blushing your face off, and Andrew doesn't stop laughing.

He pulls off your jeans, and looks at your diaper. "Well, it's dry, but what's this?" He pats at the side of your diaper. "Two layers of tape? I only put on one! Did you take this off, baby?"