When you're home alone

I am a DL, but I have never told my wife. When I have a rare day of working from home and she is out for the day, I take out my diapers. I always start by drinking a lot of coffee or tea and keep drinking water. I love to flood my Tranquility ATN or Molicare and wear it while I am at the computer doing my work. I always take a break to check out Zity. I love the feeling of flooding the diaper and then peeing in it for the rest of the day.

Since I've been living alone I love to wear plastic pants around the house in the summer, or with a plastic top and skirt or dress when it's cooler. The neighbors' houses are far enough away that they'd have to be specifically trying to see in the windows to see anything. Sometimes I'll relax on the back deck too.

A few years ago I was living in a first floor apartment, which had large sliding glass doors (without curtains) that opened onto two big balconies. Below the apartment was a playing field that was always busy with people; exercising or walking their dogs.

Because I was lucky enough to be living myself I could indulge in nappy wearing all weekend. I would always be happy to walk around wearing nothing but my nappy - good luck to anyone who wanted to look up and see. I'd even hang my wet cloth nappies and plastic pants on a drying rack that I'd put on the balcony.

One of the more unusual activities I did was to paint the entire apartment, mostly at night after work, wearing nothing but a disposable nappy. I had a few spot lights set up to help me see what I was doing and with the room lit up like a beacon, it would have been very easy to see straight in from the houses on the other side of the playing field. Just wearing a nappy was perfect because it was hot work and I didn't have to worry about getting paint on my clothes.

I do tend to "roam" around the house in only a T shirt and nappy covered with plastic pants and in my slippers.

Have had a few ? moments when the door bell has gone off with someone making a delivery.

On one occasion when the door bell went it was a man delivering my nappies ?

Am carefull to always have something to hand to cover up with !

If I'm not getting ready to leave the house, I am almost always in a golf shirt and diapers (as I am right now). Before I started wearing diapers, I was commando a lot or wearing briefs. Unless the lights are on in the room I'm in, nobody will see me from the outside. If the doorbell rings, they can wait the 45 seconds it will take me to put my shorts on.

Seems like I'm never home alone any more. Someone's always around, my wife, her mom, our daughter, even one or more of their friends. They all know I wear diapers and rubber pants, thought, so weather permitting, I'm usually wearing a shirt of some sort, diapers and rubber pants during the day. No reason not to. Much different before when I only wore secretly. Before my first marriage, I did wear openly at home when no one was around, almost always weekends and never long enough. During my marriage it was rare to be alone but when I was and had the time, I loved to hang around in just my diapers. Felt like when I was a kid.

I don't purposefully shy away from windows while I am at home. In fact I have a picture on this site showing me looking over my balcony outside in just my diapers! I live on the second floor and unless it's dark out and lights on in the background, you won't see anything.

I only wear a t-shirt and my cloth diapers and plastic panties around the house. I like hanging out in my diapers. I felt like I was still a toddler still in diapers and my mom was constantly watching me. Because I don't have the right to cover my diaper, she wants to see if my diaper is soaked at all times, she says it's not okay to walk around in my wet diaper with the risk of wetting the furniture. I am rarely home alone. I don't make an effort to show off or deliberately expose myself to neighbors.

Since my move, my front door is always opening usually for Natasha and friends. I still wear my diapers under my sweats and usually a t-shirt. Quick blasts to the market I usually throw on one of my old dress shirts. As for the windows in the house, I don't care anymore about who sees me.