I had many embarrassing diaper changes. It’s impossible to say, which was the most embarrassing. However, this is typical rather than extreme.
My mom and like five of my friend’s moms planned a picnic in a very crowded public park. My friends , none of whom were wearing diapers, were dressed in shorts, T-shits and sneakers . Their T-shirts were for the most part solid colors with graphics of super heroes or sport teams. One boy who probably needed diapers from time to time, however, wore a blue and red horizontal striped shirt.
I was of course diapered. My mom had dressed me in a red, blue and green multicolored short-all outfit with a snap crotch. My green T-shirt had an alligator on it. Right after we ate, I stooped down, made a soft grunt and popped. A diaper check was not necessary. Everyone was aware of what had just happened. If they had not seen the action, they were certainly smelling it. Nevertheless,, my mother announced in a very loud voice, “ Robby made a mess he’s going to need a change.“ She then led me to the picnic table. She opened up our Mickey Mouse diaper bag, pulled out a change pad and put it on the picnic table. She then lifted me on the pad and had me lie back so she could unsnap my short-alls.
She put a pacifier in my mouth and di my diapers. I was a mess, but the diaper change took forever. I was probably laying there exposed on the table for at least 15 minutes as she wiped and powdered me. My little flag was an attention the whole time. The clean diaper had alphabet blocks and numbers on it. When she finished, she snapped my pants closed before she stood me up, lifted me to the ground, and pat me on the butt. “Doesn’t my little boy feel better now that you’re clean and dry” she asked almost as loudly as she had announced that I had made a mess. I still had the pacifier in my mouth and gave a muffled answer, “thank you mama.“
My friend in the striped shirt came up to me and bragged “I stopped wetting the bed two years ago. My little brother has a pacifier just like yours.“