Before the internet made buying diapers and plastic pants simple, fast and anonymous, buying plastic pants was one of the few times I let someone know I wore diapers and wet them. I was so afraid of anyone finding out I liked to wear them that when the time arrived for getting new plastic pants, I got so excited, even aroused wondering how the saleslady might react when I asked for her help and advice on finding the right size and style of plastic pantie. And yes it always seemed to be a lady, young or old, who helped me. Plus there were so few stores that sold plastic panties for adults so I had often had to go to more than one store and ask about my special needs and explain myself. Of course I made sure I was diapered when I went out to buy my supplies, and usually wet them before arriving. That always enhanced to excitement and arousal I felt when I first approached the saleslady to ask about their selection of diaper covers my size. There I was a 30 or 40 something year old decent looking man standing in front of the saleslady, wearing my already soggy pinned on cloth diapers and rubber pants asking whether she had any diaper covers in my size. Almost inevitably she would want to know why I wore diapers, what kind of diapers I used, how often I wore them, did I wet my bed and needed them to sleep in, and more. I would be so embarrassed as I answered her questions, growing more aroused, even feeling my pee-pee getting hard against my warm wet diapers hoping she would ask to see what I was using now, or have her take me to their fitting room to see what would work best for me. How long and detailed this was varied greatly from store to store but some of favorite and most exciting experiences wearing diapers and rubber pants back then were on these occasions when I had lengthy discussions with a salesgirl about my experience wearing diapers going back to my childhood bedwetting years and how for years later I still wore my childhood Gerbers plastic pants and Curity diapers. I still remember the first time a saleslady asked me if I wanted to use their fitting room so she could help me find the right size and style of pantie. As she led me to her fitting room, I felt myself getting hard and even thinking I was going to go potty again. She had several styles and sizes to choose from, some I was familiar with and some not. She told me to take my trousers down and as I did, she smiled and chuckled a little when she saw my plastic pants and very wet cloth diapers underneath. "Goodness," she said, "those look just like my son's, he's four years old and just now starting to potty train. How did your mom handle your bedwetting for so long. I can't imagine what I would do if my son was still wetting his bed when he's a teenager. How did you let your diapers so wet. I'm not going to be able to let you try any of our panties on, unless you are change first. Would you like to change yourself first or do you want me to do it?" I felt so humbled and small in front of her, knowing how wet my diapers were and how hard my pee-pee was, but I went ahead and asked her if she could change me anyway. She had me lay down on their changing table, pulled my rubber pants down and unpinned my diapers. As she unfolded the front of my diapers my erect pee-pee popped up. I tried to cover myself, but she told me not to bother, she had see little boys pee-pees before when they wet their diapers and their mommies changed them and expected that I would be no different. As you can imagine I was in my early 30's and she was the first girl since my mom and sister who had seen me wearing diapers and rubber pants with my hard pee-pee standing at attention. She noticed how hard I was and told me to take care of it while she was out of the room to get some fresh diapers from my car. She smiled as she handed some tissue to me and told me to enjoy myself while she was away and to be quick about. Like a good boy, I did as I was told and eventually left with a smile on myface and a bag full plastic panties.