Nothing

You watched as he zipped up his duffle bag, tossing it to the floor. Your face heated up. Somehow, this was worse than last night. You’d rather be completely naked than stuck in a diaper.

You glanced down between your legs, you stared at the blue dashed line, as if willing the horrible thing to go away. As though you’d wake up any moment and realize you’d fallen asleep watching TV, and this was all a nightmare, nothing else.

But the padding was too real, his touch was too real. Your eyes drifted over to your floor length mirror and you felt like crying. You looked like a baby. The large white diaper swaddling your waist made you appear younger.