"Freyja, you sure you're going to be alright?"

"Fine Mom, I'll be fine. I'm twenty one years old. I can manage myself."

"Well, alright, but remember to call or text me if there's anything."

"Go on your trip Mom. I can manage myself. Really." I tensed up for and additional sentence of anxiety but she finally gave me a hug and minutes later, she and her luggage were transported away. I watched as the taxi moved away from sight before scampering up to my room. Locking the door, I drew the curtains before dragging out the large cardboard box from under my bed. With the help of a box cutter, my body trembled as I slit the cardboard open, revealing the dark blue travel bag-size pack underneath. I continued to tremble as I used my fingers to slowly tear open the dotted line, despite it having a 'scissors' symbol. Finally, the plastic gave way to reveal the many rectangular shapes. Wiping my sweaty hands clean, I extracted one of the diapers out.

Yes diapers. Not something a grown up would wear or one who's not suffering from any bladder control. Alas, I, Freyja Davidson, was a life long diaper lover. I have always been fascinated ever since I was a late potty trainer at three years old. Well, it wasn't the fact that I got out of baby diapers late, but also growing watching cartoons and TV shows with young characters wearing for need and others for reasons such as comedy. Then in between movies and TV series came adverts of cute little children wearing nappies. So by my early teens, I had images of diapers floating around my head and the yearning to have that soft paddding wrapped around my waist/between my legs. I always yearned to pee in something like that so much that I tried to pee in a sanitary pad and well, ended up soaking my just the pad but my panties and the floor!

But now my dream had come true. I had managed to save enough money and secretly bought a pack of adult diapers via the internet. To be on the safe side, I gave them a false name and the address of my neighbour who was away on overseas work but I knew that he kept a set of keys under his doormat so it was easy to retrieve it. I held the diaper in my hands, like a dog getting his largest bone, like a child with a shiny new toy. Elated beyond words, I ran my hands across the plastic and cotton-like material for severa minutes....

Ok, ok, time to fulfil my mission. Double checking my curtains were drawn, I dropped my jeans and panties off and pulled out the item from the pharmacy bag. I wiped my vulva and crotch area clean before spreading some icky and cold anti-rash cream. Then, I unfolded the diaper and laid it on the bed. No silly girl, I scolded myself, the other way around, tabs behind. Lying down on it, I finally drew the front side across my naked front and drew the top left tape first, then the bottom right and the remaining tabs. No, it still feels uncomfortable. I stood up and adjust two tabs so it felt more snug around me then adjust the sides and the lower crotch area. YES! I screamed. Drawing open my closet door, I examined my self. Diaper lover with a diaper on! I started dancing wildly across the room, enjoying the feeling. Collapsing on the floor, I again ran my hands around the diaper. Oh man, I don't care if I fail next semster. I don't care if I can't find an internship. I'll just wear diapers and....

And diapers aren't just for wearing, I told myself. So I stood up and tried to relieve myself for the first time not in a toilet. Come on, come come on, nothing. Ok, that's because your bladder isn't that full. I head to the toilet and drank tap water; it should be clean enough. Nothing. I poured another cup but still nothing. I sat on my toilet bowl and tried. STILL NOTHING! Damnit, pee, please...the room light suddenly flew. What the heck, I thought, flicking the room and bathroom lights. A power failure now? Just when I'm so living my dream. Cursing silently, I groped around and found my flashlight and found my jeans. Yanking it up, I found then could hardly fit around my new 'underwear'. What the heck I thought, I'm home alone and headed out towards the fuse box. Suddenly, just as I twisted the handle to the creaking wooden door next to the kitchen, a gloved hand wrapped itself around my jaw.

"MMMMPH!" I cried out loud and started kicking wildly then felt a circular object pressed against my cheek. "Honey, stop this or your head with be blown off. Got it?" The threat was too deadly to ignored and I did. "My hand will come off, you don't scream and put your hands on your head. Clear?" Shivering in fright, I did so, and suddenly the lights came back on. "March, upstairs, to your room." Back inside, I was ordered to sit on my bed and came face to face with a masked intruder. "I ask the questions, you answer directly. Who else is home?"

"Just....me," I muttered.

"Answer clearly. The car is still in the garage. Who else is here?"

"Just me. Please, take what you..."

"I said short answers. When will your parents be back?"

"My...mother is away on a business trip..." Suddenly I saw him staring down. "Wait," he exclaimed. "Are you wearing a diaper?!"