Tell her it would be too embarrassing.

"Thankyou for offering to help." You say. "But that would be too embarrassing. I'm almost dying of embarrassment right now."

"Okay." Kate says. "But my offer stands. You know where to find me."

You manage to get your diapers into your apartment without encountering any more of your neighbours. Too worked up to even think about trying on a diaper yet, you leave them on your bed.

A few hours later, when you have calmed down, you find them still there. You've bought them. You've suffered the humiliation of being caught with them. That would all be for nothing if you didn't try them.

You tear open the package and pull out a diaper. Unfolding it, you lay it on the bed.

Hesitantly, you remove your 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.

That night, you have a weird dream. You find yourself alone, in a daycare centre, wearing only a t-shirt and diaper.

A toddler gate stands between you and the exit. You fumble with the mechanism but find yourself unable to open it.

"Don't worry Daniel." Kate arrives on the other side of the gate. "I'm here to take care of you." She lets herself in and closes the gate again. "Do you need a diaper change?" She reaches toward your diaper to check it.