Diaper Diar Part 2 Around 12:30 it got pretty busy and I did a pretty good bit of business by two o clock. A little later I was talking to a guy around my age ( who I though was kinda cute) about a purchase, and suddenly produced a large soft mess in the seat of my pants without warning. To say the least I started to panic but luckily kept my cool and quickly excused myself before I started smelling. So I locked the business door and got changed. The rest of the day was equally as busy so I didn't really stop until closing time. I called my employee, Lisa (a 21 year old college student) to make sure she would be in tomorrow for work, she said she was and we started to chat. She asked me how I was feeling and if I was adjusting to diapers yet, I told her no and we chuckled over it. When I first hired Lisa, I was very embarrassed about letting her know I had to wear diapers, she was a little shocked at first, but quickly accepted it. Its still somewhat embarrassing though, last weekend, Lisa and I were counting inventory in the storage room when I audibly messed in my diaper and smelled up the whole room, I was humiliated and almost started to cry but she was very understanding and helped me get into the shower to get cleaned up. I ended the conversation soon afterwards and hung up. I finished the rest of the day and went home around 8 or so. Tonight I had a big greasy burger and fries for dinner, everytime I eat, I shudder to think where it will end up, dammit I hate this, anyway I'm getting sleepy so I will end this chapter, nighty night diary. July 3rd 1996 Dear diary, this morning my damn diaper leaked because I forgot to put an extra baby diaper inside and I wet the bed, I'm going to have to get a rubber sheet. I skipped breakfast this morning because I just wasn't feeling all that well to tell the truth. I'm still a little down about my current situation but as I've said before (and probably too much) that I'm determined to deal with this, I mean, being in diapers for the rest of my life isn't the worst that could have happened, I could have been easily maimed or paralysed or even killed and the fact that I'm still alive and well keeps me happy. Anyway, enough with the cheese, I'll get on with the rest of the day. I peed on the floor again this morning (I'm going to have to wait and stay diapered until I get into the shower apparently) and wet my legs and the floor again before I was able to sit on the toilet and finish, little things like that suck but I'm learning new tricks everyday to adapt to my new condition. When I was getting dressed, I noticed that I was low on clothes since I hadn't done laundry in days, and I didn't have any clean pants that hide my diapers well enough so I wore what I wore yesterday, I hate that, but I would rather do that than somebody noticing I'm wearing diapers. I threw a load of clothes into the washer and left the apartment. I got to work and about 1, that same guy from yesterday came by again to buy more stuff, I just stayed sitting on my bar stool behind the counter until he left (damn he's cute *big smile*) I would die if he ever found out I pee and poop in my pants like a baby. And that's just what happened soon after he left, right on schedule, not that I have it timed but being in this state makes you notice when it happens a bit more. So I changed my diaper then got lunch. When I got back, Lisa was there with 2 cops! Apparently, Lisa came to work and saw a guy trying to pick the lock on the pull down fence in front of the shop, so she called the cops and here they were asking questions and stuff, while I was standing there talking to the two cops, I had a ridiculous though about being arrested and brought to jail downtown and being strip searched and everybody discovering my diapers, he he sorta scary but also funny. They soon left and we got back to selling stuff. Not much happened after that, I changed my diaper one more time and left for home, letting Lisa close up for the night, I think I'll take tomorrow off. I was dry for a whole 5 minutes, sitting in my car, driving home, the coke I had at lunch found its way into the seat of my pants. I think I'm getting some sensation back cause I could tell that I was wetting, but of course, was unable to stop it. I got home and was pretty much a vegetable tonight, I got on IRC for a while, watched some TV, changed my diaper, the normal stuff (normal?) I also forgot to get a rubber sheet today *DAMN* I'll just have to make sure I'm a little more padded tonight before going to sleep, I'll get one tomorrow. well diary, there's not much more on TV but cheesy 70's movies and infomercials so I'm going to go to sleep, night night! July 4th 1996 Dear diary, this morning, something kinda strange happened, I woke up, and my diaper was dry, but the second I sat up I flooded my diaper. Hmmm, must have been the way I was lying while I was asleep but it also gave me a brief flash of false hope for a moment. But I went about my day as the worlds biggest infant, sometimes I feel like I'm the only woman in the world with this problem, I know that's absurd, there wouldn't be adult diapers on the market if that were true, but it still feels that way, I just want to be able to lead a normal life, my doctor says I'll be in diapers for the rest of my life, but I just cant accept that right now, I guess time will tell. Later this morning, while getting ready to go out, I decided to wear a cloth diaper and plastic panties today for a change, I don't usually do that, like I said before, I prefer disposables, I'm more comfortable wearing them in public, but it was a beautiful summer day and it just felt good. For safety, I put on a girdle (not that I need one, I've always prided myself on having a hot little bod) that I bought to keep the bulk of the diapers down. I called my mom today too, we talked about the accident and how I was adjusting to life, and as always she worried about everything that's going on in my life, and its kinda funny since she's always treated me like a baby now I have the bladder and bowel control of one. We talked for a while longer and I left the house for the pharmacy. |