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This episode includes the first time I ever wore a diaper in public. Even though I was terrified of being found out - the joy of being diapered/feeling little was too much to resist. This also marks the first time of wearing a diaper in church.
I grew up in a religious home. It was Christian - even though we later found our church was kooky - but that's not really relevant to the story. My parents were devout - so anytime the doors were open it felt like we were there. So on Wednesday night we were going to church. For some reason I decided I would go diapered. I pinned a diaper on and put on a pair of plastic pants. I managed to squeeze into my black jeans. I have no clue what it looked like - but I must have thought it was passable...because surely no one would think a child of my age would be wearing a diaper.
To add to the ridiculousness of this I decided to wear a newly received hot pink malt-o-meal fanny pack that I'm guessing was some sort of promotional gift if you sent in x number of proof of purchase(s). We didn't have a lot of money so bagged cereal was definitely a go to.
Not only did I decided to wear this in addition to being diapered. I decided to stuff it full of toys and other trinkets...which I knew I would get in trouble for having if taken out...but I thought I would look cooler than cool. (I didn't)
I remember getting to church and not being too terribly self conscious. Either I was completely clueless about people connecting the dots - or I truly felt my secret was safe. It's possible I decided to wear the fanny pack to obscure the fact I was wearing a diaper/had something sticking out of my pants. Although I can't recall if I was that forward thinking at that time. We sat through praise and worship time until we were dismissed to children's church.
I walked to children's church and I think I may have sat by a classmate (I went to the church sponsored private school). I remember being somewhat self conscious but for the most part it was a non issue. I remember wetting myself several times during this and feeling equal parts exhilarated and naughty. I started to open the fanny pack because I wanted some street cred and promptly was asked to put it away.
While there isn't too much to report I remember this vividly in my mind. I can only guess it was quite the rush to do this and therefore imprinting it upon my mind. What happened after church was near disastrous.
I grew up in a religious home. It was Christian - even though we later found our church was kooky - but that's not really relevant to the story. My parents were devout - so anytime the doors were open it felt like we were there. So on Wednesday night we were going to church. For some reason I decided I would go diapered. I pinned a diaper on and put on a pair of plastic pants. I managed to squeeze into my black jeans. I have no clue what it looked like - but I must have thought it was passable...because surely no one would think a child of my age would be wearing a diaper.
To add to the ridiculousness of this I decided to wear a newly received hot pink malt-o-meal fanny pack that I'm guessing was some sort of promotional gift if you sent in x number of proof of purchase(s). We didn't have a lot of money so bagged cereal was definitely a go to.
Not only did I decided to wear this in addition to being diapered. I decided to stuff it full of toys and other trinkets...which I knew I would get in trouble for having if taken out...but I thought I would look cooler than cool. (I didn't)
I remember getting to church and not being too terribly self conscious. Either I was completely clueless about people connecting the dots - or I truly felt my secret was safe. It's possible I decided to wear the fanny pack to obscure the fact I was wearing a diaper/had something sticking out of my pants. Although I can't recall if I was that forward thinking at that time. We sat through praise and worship time until we were dismissed to children's church.
I walked to children's church and I think I may have sat by a classmate (I went to the church sponsored private school). I remember being somewhat self conscious but for the most part it was a non issue. I remember wetting myself several times during this and feeling equal parts exhilarated and naughty. I started to open the fanny pack because I wanted some street cred and promptly was asked to put it away.
While there isn't too much to report I remember this vividly in my mind. I can only guess it was quite the rush to do this and therefore imprinting it upon my mind. What happened after church was near disastrous.
