Fuck the rules; you don't want a diaper rash

Ignoring your mom's rules, you stand up to change yourself. You can change yourself quietly, right? You can just claim you didn't go in the morning.

But as you stand up, you hear a crinkle. Fuck, this is gonna be hard.

You tiptoe out of your room, trying to keep your diaper as quiet as possible.

"Now where would she keep the diapers?" You mutter to yourself. "Maybe the hallway closet." You make your way to the closet, and discover you were right. You grab a clean one and make your way to the bathroom.

Halfway through struggling to change yourself and not touch the pee, you hear a knock on the door.

Oh shit. Whoever it is, you're in trouble. If it's your Mom, she'll find out you were gonna change yourself. If it's your brother Andrew, you'll have to sneak the diaper past him somehow.