I have always enjoyed going out in my diapers, and when I first discovered what a rush it was I enjoyed the risk of being seen in just my diapers. Back in the late 80's and 90's, when I thought I was the only one in the world who felt this way, I did some pretty foolish things and got caught more than once -- fortunately with no negative consequences. Once I realized that there is a large community of people like me who could be adveresely affected by my actions I became more discrete but still enjoy going out with a big bulge of wet diapers under my pants or shorts and the crinkling sound of plastic baby pants.