Mollyarty

I finish my glass of wine while you stand there. "Well?" I ask, waiting for you to leave, as you seemed so intent to do.

I stared at you, incredibly annoyed you weren't staying on topic. "Okay, look, whatever about 'my hobbies'. We have a project we need to finish. We are going to have to work together for a while yet. This can't become an issue. I'm going to overlook the fact you didn't actually confirm with me before entering my house and you're going to forget what happened here today. Understand?"

I adjusted my house coat again to try and conceal what I was wearing. For some reason I felt as long as you couldn't see it I would maintain the upper hand. Though in reality I wanted nothing more than to get back to what I was doing. I took a long sip from my glass. "Yes, well. Look, you've been reasonable enough through this whole project before now. Can I expect this won't cause any problems?"

I was mildly taken aback by the strong reaction, "Okay, nothing wrong with being in recovery, just asking. Personally, I'm of the opinion that we all need to relax, abstaining from everything that helps with that for no reason doesn't strike me as god of willpower, just sounds stupid. If you have some medical reason, that makes sense though," I paused here, hoping the double meaning of what I was saying had sunk in, "Which is, to answer your question, what this is. A way to relax."

As always, my curiosity got the better of me, "Oh, sorry, are you in recovery?" I asked, feeling somewhat guilty about the glass of wine now sitting on the table. I did intend to answer your question eventually.

"I'm fine. Just a little, okay, very embarrassed." I had immediately put up a wall when you walked in, but it was more so just being defensive out of fear of you judging me. But it was hard to keep it up given the circumstances. Truth is, I didn't really know you well. This would actually constitute one of the longest conversations we'd ever had that wasn't about work. I had no reason to suspect you'd judge and so far you'd just seemed completely flabbergasted more than overtly offended. You helped me climb out of the pile of metal and I walked over to the fridge with a heavy sigh, "So. I guess you have questions? Kinda past the point of no return here now anyway, so go ahead." Grabbing an unopened bottles of wine and a corkscrew, before gesturing to you with the bottle as if to ask if you wanted a glass

"How big of you." I muttered sarcastically. I wasn't sure if you heard me but I still felt like I had the last word. As I watched you walk out of the room I immediately began prioritizing how to clean everything up. Definitely wanted to start with the playpen. I went to climb out now that you couldn't see me. I had just closed myself in the first time, so I hadn't actually tried this yet....it did not go well. I ended up faceplanting into the floor as the pen toppled onto its side, before flattening down on top of me. It made a very loud noise, and hurt a lot. I was in no rush to get up, until you walked back in the room.

"Yes. You did." I said bitingly. "Look. Mister Walker. You came here to drop off these papers for our project; you've done that so unless there's something else?" I enunciated and projected each syllable in hopes of drawing your attention as much as possible away from the sound of my diaper crinkling as I walked over to the edge of the playpen, grabbed my house coat, and put it on. I stood there with my arms crossed waiting for a reply, though still standing inside the playpen. The thought of climbing out of it in front of you was less than appealing.

"I um. I...I don't have my phone on me." I stammered. Oh what the hell, now what do I do? I clearly didn't know him as well as I thought, why did I give him a key? Why did I forget I gave him a key? And what the hell do I do? In my head I was panicking, but on the outside I tried to remain composed, "But, uh, just put them down wherever..."

It had been the perfect day. I'd turned my alarm off the night before but still only slept in about an hour. Of course, knowing full well what I was up to today I had prepared ahead of time. Weeks of planning and waiting for deliveries. But it was worth it because today there was no stress, no anxiety. Today I got to FINALLY relax. Which I did, sighing blissfully as I emptied my bladder in the diaper I had worn to bed. I kept thinking it would leak but really it didn't matter, I had put down a couple mattress pads. I really had thought of absolutely everything everything. I started with a diaper change of course, then put on a pink onesie, put my hair is pig tails and found my sparkly pink pacifier. Practically skipping down the hall I continued my day off in the best way possible. It was amazing, except having to stop for lunch, which really pulled me out of the whole experience. I ordered food so I could stay in little space just a little bit longer. It wasn't that weird, though waiting for the payment to go through while fighting the urge to mess my diaper was kind of exciting if not anxiety inducing. Then the thing I'd been the most excited for, I had an adult size play pen that I'd ordered. I set it up in the living room, all the blinds had been drawn since last night anyway. When I was done I filled it with the few toys I'd also bought as well as a colouring book and some pencil crayons. I found some children's cartoons to put on and started colouring away. I was so content that I didn't even here you open the door, or walk through the house. In fact, I barely heard you when you walked in the room. I saw your face, a slate of confusion. You looked completely shocked, which I figured made sense. 'Though, really, was this that big of a deal? I mean he just invited himselfm in, that seems a lot worse than whatever I'm doing' I thought to myself. What I actually said was, "What are you doing here?!"

So I asked someone else about the msging problem and they suggested you might have a full inbox or you might need to adjust your msg settings. I've already made sure that the problem isn't on my end

Well, I've always wanted to be caught in a wet or dirty diaper and have the other person just kind of step in as a care giver. So I guess something like, I'm somewhere alone, you stumble upon me, then idk. I know that's probably not a ton to go on, first time trying something like this so I might be overlooking details more experienced people consider obvious lol

I'm pretty open, I have an idea but I'm okay if you have something in mind. I know that people have certain limits though.

It says you can't receive msgs?

Just bumping this