I remember the day a little to well.
I always drew baby characters or hanged out with kids significantly younger than me....but Age 16 was when I got back into diapers out of curiousity. The fire of embarassment and shock filled me so much that day.. I was working at one of my older jobs (Not to mention) and my boss called out break. I ran to my breakroom and grabbed my coat, and ran down the street, a good half mile, to the wallmart, and ran to the baby isle, and looked around quickly, probably looking a little suspicious doing so. I brought the diapers to the front, trying to avoid evrey passing person, and trying to laugh it off as they scanned them. They were depends, the grey pull on ones before they made the new kind, and I caught my breath as I started to walk back, already running low on time to get back to clock in. I looked down inside my bag and shakily opened the bag as I walked, keeping it hidden in the bag and taking a feild back to work, to avoid detection. I was sweating a lot, probably not because of my jacket but more because how nervous I was. I got to the bathroom to clean up, (Single room type, so no stalls to worry about, locked and blocked the door and pulled one on. I got used to it for a few seconds, pulled on my pants to check to make sure I was not detectable, and straightened up and tried to act natural as I brought it to the break room to put in my locker.
I got back to work, later on cooling off, but feeling incredibly calmer, only eyes darting to make sure nobody was watching. I kept feeling like my crush kept looking at me, and I later on had to move to another section to make sure I didn't keep thinking that. The real trick now was to get evreything home.
The next few days I started getting more baby stuff. Powders, small toys, oils, shampoos, things like that. All baby brand over at the dollar tree. Where....YES....LEGIT......Evreything was a dollar or less.
Eventually my exploration went to the local CVS, a lot like the Ekards back when I was young. This allowed me to find my favorite diaper of all time, an INCREIDBLE absorbant night diaper for adults, theyre brand. It became a favorite and I felt more babyish than ever. Eventually my parents started to catch on.
Due to the drama, and the severe panic attacks and memories, I refuse to go over the reaction here. It is known as possibly the most worse experience in my life.
But I eventually went into the dreaded "Binge-purge cycle" and went on a 3 year babying strike, refusing to do anything ABDL based, but upon late last year, I found out something called ASMR, and found some epic point of view babying videos, and cried. I knew I wanted my baby side back, and after some convincing from a friend, I bought my first set of adult baby diapers, and got back to where I am now.
......The End.
Not much of a good bedtime story for sure, but that is how it worked for me. Fear, excitement, and irrational decisions.