Take the Lift.

You grab the bag and head into your building. You get into an empty lift, select your floor and then obsessively hit the "close doors" button, hoping nobody else gets in.

The doors finally start to close but, just as you think you are safe, a hand shoots in between them and they slide open again, revealing Mr and Mrs Thompson, an older couple who live upstairs from you.

"Almost didn't make it." Mr Thompson says, stepping into the lift with his wife. "Hello Daniel. You're coming home a bit early for a Friday night."

"Yeah." You say, doing your best to hide your nervousness. "It's been a long week. I need some sleep."

Neither of them seem to notice the adult diapers in your shopping bag. At least, if they did, they are polite enough not to let on.

After an agonizingly long time, the doors open on your floor. It takes all of your self-control not to sprint to your door.

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.

After a while you begin to feel the need to pee.