Use the diaper.

You consider it for a moment. You are wearing a diaper. That is what they are for. Also, you wanted to understand how Sarah feels and she obviously uses her diapers.

After trying to talk yourself out of it for a few minutes, you release your bladder into the padding. You feel the warm liquid pool under your bottom and then the wetness spreads to your thighs.

"Oh fuck." You jump up from the sofa. There's already two small wet patches on the cushion.

You run to the bathroom, pull down your pyjama pants and examine the diaper. These were meant to be for severe incontinence. Surely they shouldn't leak so easily.

You soon discover the problem. It was too loose around your legs and the leak guard wasn't standing up. You make a mental note to do a better job with your next diaper.

After a shower, you take out the next diaper. "One down." You say to yourself and you put it on, this time being careful to get the legs tight enough and the leak guards in the right position.

The next morning, soon after you get up, you feel the need to pee again. This time you stand in the bathroom, not wanting to take any chances with your furniture or carpet.

Once again, you flood the diaper. This time it doesn't leak. The padding does its job and absorbs the liquid, growing thicker as it does.

You take off the soggy diaper and shower then put on a clean diaper and get dressed.

You decide that you'd better call Sarah and make sure she's okay.

After a few rings, she answers. "Daniel?"

"Sarah. I'm really sorry." You say once again. "I shouldn't have walked into your room without knocking."

"I guess you were going to discover my secret eventually." She says. "At least I don't need to hide my diapers from you any more."

"I understand if you still want some space." You say.

"No." She says. "Why don't you come over?"