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Ah, yes, as a kid (who had the rare wet bed between my 7th and 13th birthdays), once we moved to an overseas military base for a few years, the family used the Sears (, J C Penny and Montgomery Ward) catalog(s) to order things (to the base APO box) that were needed that might not be available at the base exchange. And yes, in going through the catalog on my own at about age 12, I noticed near the center of the Sears semi-annual full catalog the few pages dedicated to incontinence products, including sizes that at the time would fit me or an adult. -
By Lilboydiaper · Posted
Chapter 6: As Chase pulled out of the apartment complex, neither young man spoke for several moments. The discovery in the back seat lingered in the air. Finally, Chase broke the silence. “So what now?” Marshall stared out the passenger window. “I think Ryder needs better travel supplies.” “What kind of supplies?” “The practical kind.” Marshall pulled out his phone and entered an address into the GPS. Chase glanced over. “One more stop?” “One more stop.” Twenty minutes later they found themselves outside an unassuming medical supply warehouse on the edge of town. The plain gray building looked more like a storage facility than a retail store. Inside, however, it was surprisingly large. Shelves stretched in every direction. Travel accessories. Medical supplies. Mobility aids. Protective bedding. Waterproof mattress covers. Travel organizers. Products designed to help people manage all sorts of health concerns discreetly and comfortably. An older woman stocking inventory looked up as they entered. “Can I help you boys find something?” Marshall exchanged a glance with Chase. “Actually, yeah.” He explained that they had a friend who occasionally struggled with nighttime accidents and was about to spend a week on a cruise ship. The woman listened carefully. “Sounds like you’re looking for travel-friendly protection and maybe some mattress protection as a backup.” “Exactly.” She guided them through several aisles and explained the differences between various products. Marshall paid close attention. The more she talked, the more he realized he’d never really considered how stressful travel could be for someone in Ryder’s position. What if Ryder worried every night? What if he was constantly anxious about an accident? What if that anxiety kept him from enjoying the trip? Eventually they selected several practical items designed for comfort and discretion while traveling. Marshall saw two packages on one of the bottom shelves. On one package it said, Try Agains, and the other read, Super Pixel Pals. They were adult diapers but ones that weren’t boring or medical looking. These look cute and Marshall thought these were perfect for Ryder. One was cloth backed, these were the Try Agains while the Super Pixel Pals were plastic backed. The Try Agains Marshall thought were perfect during the day time, cute but discreet and the Super Pixel Pals be good for bedtime as they were plastic backed and a little thicker too. As they headed toward the checkout counter, Chase noticed Marshall deep in thought. “What?” Marshall shrugged. “I just want him to have a good time.” “That’s all?” “Yeah.” For once, it was. No prank. No joke. No secret scheme. Just a friend trying to make sure another friend could enjoy the biggest adventure of his life. As they carried the bags back to the car, Marshall looked toward the horizon. In two days they would be sailing toward Avalon. And whether Ryder realized it or not, he wouldn’t be facing the journey alone. Chapter 7: Ryder stood in the middle of his small apartment bathroom, staring at his reflection in the mirror. His heart was still racing from everything that had happened that morning. The first thing he did was peel off his soaked pants and protection, tossing them into the laundry basket beside the sink. The accident had embarrassed him, but it wasn’t exactly uncommon anymore. Stress had a way of making things worse, and lately stress seemed to be all Ryder knew. He stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over him. Tomorrow. Tomorrow everything changed. The thought made his stomach flutter. After drying off, Ryder carefully got dressed in a fresh t-shirt and a pair of comfortable sweatpants. Once he felt presentable again, he wandered into the kitchen. His apartment wasn’t much. A small one-bedroom unit on the third floor of an aging building. The furniture didn’t match. The couch had been bought secondhand. The kitchen table had a slight wobble in one leg. But it was his. The first place he had ever truly called his own. He grabbed his favorite cereal from the cabinet, poured himself a large bowl, and retrieved his trusty spoon. Soon he was sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast in front of him and a thick brochure spread open beside it. “Avalon.” Even the name sounded unreal. His eyes scanned the pages again. He’d already read the brochure at least twenty times. Maybe thirty. Yet he kept reading. Descriptions of the island. Descriptions of the Amazons. Descriptions of the Littles. Travel guidelines. Social customs. Laws. Rules. Emergency procedures. Everything. Ryder was desperately trying to prepare himself for something he wasn’t sure anyone could truly prepare for. He chewed absentmindedly while reading. “Littles should remain aware of Amazon scale differences…” “Certain areas are designated for mixed-size interactions…” “Visitors are encouraged to familiarize themselves with Avalon cultural norms…” His eyes lingered on a photograph. An Amazon woman smiling warmly while helping a Little child cross a street. The size difference was staggering. Even in a photograph. Ryder swallowed hard. “They’re real.” He still couldn’t fully believe it. Tomorrow he’d board a cruise ship. A real cruise ship. His first. Then he’d cross an ocean. His first time doing that too. Then he’d arrive at Avalon. His first time leaving the country. His first time seeing an Amazon. His first time being somewhere that wasn’t familiar. His first time being truly alone. The realization sat heavily in his chest. He reached for another page, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere. To six months ago. To the man staring back from the photograph on his travel documents. He picked up the ticket from the table. The information was technically still valid. Mostly. Though not entirely. His listed height was slightly off. His listed weight was definitely off. The picture showed someone who looked exhausted. Someone carrying far more weight than he did now. Someone whose eyes seemed hollow. Ryder ran a thumb across the corner of the photo. Six months. Only six months. Yet it felt like another lifetime. ⸻ For most of his life Ryder had never expected much. His childhood had been ordinary. Not terrible. Not wonderful. Just ordinary. His parents worked long hours and loved him in their own way, but emotional conversations had never really existed in their household. You handled problems yourself. You pushed through. You kept going. So that’s what Ryder learned to do. Through high school. Through college. Through adulthood. He kept pushing. Kept surviving. Kept pretending everything was fine. Even when it wasn’t. Especially when it wasn’t. He worked a decent job. Paid his bills. Smiled when people expected him to smile. Yet somehow his life had slowly become smaller and smaller. Friends drifted away. Relationships never lasted. Some ended because life got busy. Some ended because Ryder struggled to let people get close. Others ended because he always seemed to put everyone else’s needs ahead of his own. Eventually his phone stopped ringing. Weekend plans disappeared. Birthdays became quiet affairs. Then came the hardest year of his life. The year everything changed. A failed relationship. Job stress. Health issues. Mountains of anxiety. Months of loneliness. Days where simply getting out of bed felt like an accomplishment. The worst part wasn’t the sadness. It was the emptiness. The feeling that every day looked exactly like the one before it. Wake up. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat. Nothing changed. Nothing improved. Nothing mattered. At least that’s how it felt. Until one random evening. One random internet search. One random article. One random mention of Avalon. At first it had simply been curiosity. An escape. Something interesting to read before bed. But curiosity became fascination. Fascination became research. Research became a dream. And for the first time in years, Ryder had found himself genuinely excited about something. The possibility of adventure. The possibility of discovery. The possibility that maybe his life wasn’t over before it had really begun. He started walking more. Taking care of himself. Saving money. Planning. Researching. Preparing. Little by little he became someone new. Not a different person. Just a better version of himself. A version that believed there might still be experiences waiting for him. ⸻ Ryder looked back down at the ticket. The photo stared back. The old Ryder. The tired Ryder. The lonely Ryder. He smiled softly. “Look at us now,” he whispered. For the first time in years he wasn’t staring at a future that looked identical to his past. Tomorrow was unknown. Terrifying. Exciting. Wonderful. His eyes drifted toward the schedule he had handwritten and taped to the refrigerator. Wake Up: 5:00 AM Final Packing Check: 5:15 AM Breakfast: 5:30 AM Call Taxi/Rideshare: 6:15 AM Arrive At Port: 7:00 AM He had checked it at least fifty times already. He’d probably check it another fifty before bed. Because that’s what Ryder did. He worried. He planned. He overthought. He imagined every possible disaster. Yet underneath all the anxiety was something he hadn’t felt in a very long time. Hope. Real hope. He looked once more at the brochure. At the images of Avalon. The towering Amazons. The beautiful cities. The endless possibilities waiting across the ocean. His heart pounded. “Tomorrow.” The word echoed in his mind. Tomorrow he would board a ship. Tomorrow he would leave behind everything familiar. Tomorrow he would begin the biggest adventure of his life. And despite all the fear swirling inside him… Ryder couldn’t wait.
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