2011

Thats minor compared to how I outed myself accidentally to SEVERAL people in my small town community. I work for a friend of mine's father in law doing construction work. It's just my boss and I, and that specific day I put in a few hours at the jobsite and reached a point to where i needed an extra set of hands. My boss had appointments that day so I decided to take the rest of the day off. I ended up drinking several beers and had wet my pink megamax (with a thick European ABU booster) pretty heavily and decided to stop in at the local watering hole. Several more beers later, and a couple of Soco w/pineapple juice and slice of lime drinks later I was demolished. It doesn't help that I had been drinking on an empty stomach. When my to go order of food was ready I could barely stand let alone walk. A couple wives of a couple of the locals that i know did the admirable thing and would not let me drive home. They helped me out to my vehicle while the bar owner, Lisa, carried my food out behind us. Lisa opens the rear passenger door to set my food in while L and R are trying to get me in the passenger seat. My drunk ass was saying "don't open that door!....nooooooo!" Too late. A few pink megamaxes tumbled onto the gravel lot. Pink mind you. Not just regular white medical looking diapers, but pink ones. One of those ladies picked up my pink diapers and put them back in my vehicle and R drove me 5 miles home while L followed behind. So being obliterated and my pink diapers exposed, i proceeded to spill the beans to R about how I'm a diapered sissy with a small clitty that i keep locked in chastity and that my diaper was terribly wet and i needed a change. I may have even begged her to change me, but I'm not totally sure. It is also very possible that while i was explaining to her that I was a diapered sissy with a tiny "clit" I mentioned being bi and really enjoy being treated like the gurl when I am with men. Talk about feeling like taking the "walk of shame" anytime that I went into town, or worked in town for a solid year and a half or 2 years. In small towns most everyone feels like it's their duty to inform everyone else about what happens. I've had some local acquaintances make some joking comments about keeping my asshole tight, or someone needs their diaper changed, and I've run into a couple daughters of the bar owner with one acting totally friendly and normal when we happen to cross paths and the other giving me a disgusted look coupled with avoidance. It's been 3 years or more now, and I know people know, but nothing is ever said now and those people directly involved don't treat me any different directly. They might make cracks and jokes behind my back but that's life. There will always be people in this life that do that. Throughout this personal exposure incident I have learned that it's all in how you carry yourself. If you outwardly appear shameful or scared/worried that people know then people eat that up. You just have to mentally jump that hurdle and shrug it off. We're all human and everybody has their own strange secrets, or skeletons in the closet so to speak. At the day's end i know what makes me tick and I'm not going to change (except my wet or messy dipe) because of what other people think. Stay strong and focus on your innerself. You'll be just fine and even stronger because of it.

@undertheradar I suggest bring them to Goodwill or salvation army for donation. or food bank might except them.

@undertheradar  it is possible for you to wear diapers for comfort. as a way to get relief from anxiety or tension from life. you do not need to be an AB/DL to wear diapers. and since you mentioned that since 3 years ago you have been having bed wetting issues. wearing diapers is to help you with that and it lowers the anxiety of wetting the bed.

Chapter 37 Ten minutes passed, or twenty. With his nose in the corner and nothing but the white noise of several hundred chattering witches to keep him company, Daniel struggled to keep track of time. The corner was his reality, indistinct conversation and stone walls and the overpowering smell of baby powder.  He, unfortunately, had to sit with his thoughts. He’d fucked things up with Jen, and probably with Cassie too. He’d fucked things up with the school. As much as he’d improved, he still wasn’t much of a warlock, so he hadn’t even fixed any problems on his path to burn as many bridges as possible.  A part of him wanted to break. If he let Rachel win, if he resigned, it could all be over. He’d spend two weeks on a magical sabbatical, get his underwear back, and move on with his life. Most people in the magical community didn’t study the arcane full time, they knew enough magic to elevate their day-to-day lives, he could just be one of them.  A nobody.  A nobody who at this point was never going to escape the gossip about his school days unless he did something to change his reputation sharply in a new direction.  Coming to the school hadn’t simply failed to do what he wanted, it’d made things far, far worse.  “Get him over here.”  The dean’s voice cut through the noise and Daniel turned to glance over his shoulder. Rachel stood with Professor Penelope Madrigal, the dean of the school. Rachel glowered, but Madrigal nodded and pointed at him, beckoning with a finger for him to come over.  (What am I going to say?)  “Professor,” he said, nodding to the dean as he waddled over to them, relieved to be out of the corner.  “Mister Aster,” the dean replied. “Rachel has told me everything she observed. Now is your chance to explain yourself before I make any decisions. Think carefully.”  Daniel’s eyes glanced between her and Rachel. He didn’t know the story she’d been told, but he doubted anything he could say would change her mind. He hoped that someone would come to his aid, but when he considered the possibility of Jen or Cassie throwing themselves in his defense, he just felt further guilt. (I should have told Cassie no, I have a girlfriend. What was I thinking?)  “I…was going to get a fresh diaper,” he began weakly. “Something with the magic surged up and I passed out, and I woke up in the bathroom.”  The dean narrowed her eyes. “Really now?”  “I told you his excuses are terrible.” Rachel crossed her arms and sneered. “I’ve done my best, but I can’t keep him in line.”  The dean nodded, already arriving at her foregone conclusion. “Very well. Daniel, given your flagrant violation of the rules…” She kept talking, but Daniel’s ears didn’t hear the specific words. The message was clear. He was gone.  He had to take a risk.  He couldn’t tell anyone his true intentions because he didn’t want to expose what he knew to the villain in the school, but if he didn’t say anything, he’d be worse off than if he kept his mouth shut. At least, if he only told one person, he’d be limiting the exposure.  “Wait,” he cut in. “I–I can explain, really, but somewhere private. Not here.”  The dean raised an eyebrow, and Daniel laid his emotions on thick. He didn’t have to fake anything, he just stopped concealing the feelings of panic deep inside his chest. His eyes watered and his blush rose, and he opened his eyes as wide as he could.  “Please. Just let me explain.”  Rachel looked sick at the idea of giving him any more slack, but she couldn’t overrule the dean. Madrigal nodded sharply. “Hall.”  She moved to leave, and Daniel followed. Rachel followed as well, but he quickly piped up, “I mean private, not with her.”  The dean shot Rachel a look, and while the prefect opened her mouth to argue, she silenced herself just as quickly. It was just Daniel and Madrigal who stepped into the relative privacy of the hallway, where he had one final opportunity to save his neck.  He tried to assemble his words, to pitch things as well as possible, but Madrigal offered him no time. “Speak.”  “I need you to promise something first,” he started. “That you won’t try and help.”  The dean hesitated, and for a moment, her stern expression cracked. She hadn’t expected him to start like that, with a request. “I will make no such promises. If someone needs my aid, I will not withhold it.” “The person who would need aid is me,” Daniel explained. “And I am telling you that I don’t want it, and you’d just make things worse if you tried. Please don’t try to help me.”  More curious than anything, the dean gave a hesitant nod. “Go on, then.”  “I’m not naming names,” Daniel said, “But…about a month after I enrolled, another student…put a curse on me.” He waited, studying Madrigal’s expression as he sold his excuse with a hint of honesty. She didn’t look persuaded, but she didn’t look like she would imminently expel him, so he took that as progress.  “I was told that, if anyone but me tried to dispel the curse, it would backfire and become permanent,” he continued. “But the curse has left me…incontinent. I’m incontinent.”  The dean looked back at the door and her eyes narrowed. “Who cursed you?” “I’m not saying, because I can’t prove it, and, frankly, you haven’t seemed interested in protecting me from student harassment.” He puffed out his chest a little, allowing his true feelings of righteous indignation to shine through. “I’ve been dealing with it, since nobody else will.”  “I see.” The dean looked distant and thoughtful. “So why were you in the bathroom, of all places?”  “I…” Daniel started. “I don’t know. I really don’t, but I wasn’t trying to use the bathroom, because I can’t.”  “So you were attempting to use the fluctuating magic to break your curse?” Madrigal surmised. “While I’m sympathetic to your situation, that doesn’t excuse such reckless behavior.”  “No.” Daniel shook his head. “I’m not saying I was trying to break it, I’m just explaining that Rachel’s theory is wrong.” “When we’ve stabilized the malady in the school, I will have Doctor Cork examine you,” Madrigal said. “To confirm your story–and to see if it can be fixed.” “No.” Daniel balled his hands into fists and shook his head. “Are you listening to me? I just said I can’t have your help fixing it.”  Her voice grew quiet, warning. “I suggest you remember who you’re speaking to. I know you expect to be a great warlock one day, who can rip through every conflict with bullheadedness, but you are in my school.” He looked down and nodded. “I apologize, Professor.”  She accepted the apology and moved on, not seeing the need to rub it in. “The doctor will examine you. She won’t take steps to alter anything. However…if you weren’t looking for a cure, then, what were you doing?”  Now Daniel had to choose. He’d set himself up well but needed to leave no question.  “Permission to speak frankly.”  “Are you a soldier now, Mister Aster?”  “I don’t want to get in trouble for my tone.” “Denied.”  “...Okay.” He frowned and phrased things carefully. “I…don’t trust the faculty here. Some teachers have singled me out, and I worry that anyone I make friends with will be a victim of retaliation, even if they’re not actually doing anything wrong.” He watched her face, hoping he hadn’t overstepped.  She tapped a finger on her arm and silently waited for him to continue. “Official school policy doesn’t say anything about ghosts residing here,” he continued. “And I even found precedent for a couple ghosts that were sort of…unofficial residents and kinda mascots, who were here for decades or even a couple centuries before they moved on. I don’t want you to exorcise her.”  “You’ve found a ghost in the school,” Madrigal summarized. “Why does this matter?”  “Because ghosts are kept together with magical energy, right?” Daniel lied. He didn’t think the instability would hurt Ismella, but his relative inexperience shielded him here and let him play dumb. “I thought she might be in trouble, hurt. I had to check on her.” “I see.” The dean peered at him dubiously. If she believed him, she didn’t show it. “Where, exactly, is this ghost?”  A pang of guilt struck Daniel. He was using his friend as an excuse, he knew what he was doing was wrong, but Ismella wasn’t likely to get in trouble if the faculty knew about her. He really had checked the rules to make sure.  Unless Madrigal was the one he’d overheard on his first night, and she put two and two together that Ismella was a potential witness… “I’m uncomfortable telling you that,” he said. “I don’t want to put her in danger.”  “You can tell me where this ghost is so that I can confirm your story,” Madrigal said, “Or I will assume you’re spinning another lie, and move forward with your expulsion.”  He looked down. He’d already betrayed two friends that night, and had begun to sell out a third.  He couldn’t go through with it.  “I’m not going to tell you,” he insisted. “Expel me if you have to, but I’m not going to put Ismella at risk.”  Madrigal frowned, anger at his refusal. (Wait, no, that’s not right.) Her frown was out of confusion, not anger.  “Ismella?” she asked. “Ismella Mayfield?”  “Yes?” Daniel began. “You knew her?” The dean blanched. “I thought…oh my god.” Daniel’s brow furrowed, then the penny dropped.  Or, rather, the Penny dropped.  “Oh my god,” he repeated. “Penelope Madrigal. You’re Penny.” “She was gone,” Penelope started, her voice small in a way Daniel hadn’t heard before. Shaken, distant, like she’d just been given news and she couldn’t decide between if it was wonderful or terrible. “I went and looked in her bedroom. She was gone.”  Daniel looked around the hall uncertainly. They were still alone, no prying ears. “Her bedroom? You mean her classroom?”  “No, she died in an old dorm, they closed down the wing but I still went there sometimes,” Madrigal’s eyes shone. “Room forty-seven. They renovated, but…where is she?”  Daniel’s hesitation lingered, but he didn’t think this was an act. “There’s a side hallway that goes from here to near the prefect’s dorms. A little out of the way, I think it’s mostly being used for storage right now.” Madrigal stared past him.  “So…” Daniel began, rubbing the back of his neck. “Am I expelled?”  She shook off her dazed expression and tried to refocus on the conversation at hand. “I will need to verify the truth of your stories. Though, if you’ve been cursed, as you say, and if this ghost is real, why were you in the bathroom?”  “I really, legitimately, don’t know,” Daniel promised her. “I was walking down the hall, to Ismella’s room, and then I passed out.”  “Hmm.”  Daniel thought she wanted to press him further, but she was too distracted to think up a good question. Instead, the dean turned back to the great hall. “For now, consider your expulsion to be delayed. When the current crisis is over, we will verify what you’ve told me and discuss your future at this school.” “So I’m okay?” Daniel exhaled in relief.  “You still deceived our staff and prefects and put yourself and others in danger,” Madrigal warned. “You are not going to escape consequences for this, young man.” “But I’m not being kicked out.” He sighed and nodded. “Okay, that’s fair. Are you going to talk to Ismella?” “When the current crisis is over, yes.” She looked over her shoulder, and the longing to go right away was obvious, but her duty to the school won her back. “Return to the great hall and wait with your coven. I will tell Rachel that you are not our priority right now and we will deal with you later. Understand that you are on thin ice.” He nodded, then nodded a second time, then gave a slight bow just for emphasis. “Understood. Thank you, so much.”  “You’re being given a chance here,” the dean told him. “Don’t waste it.”  ... 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actually I like the idea of donating them... I've never been on FetLife that's not really my jam.. I'm not opposed to anybody who does, I mean I hang out here so I must like everybody right but that might not be a bad idea at least then I know that the audience is seeing him doesn't really care if I wet myself on accident or not... if anything they beat jealous.. LOL