I love the feeling of being in a dry diaper after having had my wet diaper changed.
Often I am diapered "just in case" before going out; or having company over which is exciting and causes me to forget to use the toilet before it is too late. I protest being diapered for these special occasions, insisting, "I am a big boy. I don't need diapers." Then when I, as predicted, wet my diaper, I lie when asked, "Are you wet?" It's not so much that I like the wet diaper. I am seldom bothered by a wet diaper. I do not, however, want the interruption in whatever I am doing to be changed.
Since I seldom admit that I am wet, or sometimes respond, "Just a little bit," I am always checked. If I am wearing shorts, I am check with a finger inserted in the leg opening of my "rubber pants." If I am wearing long pants (which have elastic waists, never a belt), then sometimes they are pull open at the back of the waist and a hand is stuck down to see if the diaper has soaked the back. Other times, may pants are just dropped to my ankles and the finger is inserted in the leg opening of the plastic pants.
I am not happy when it determined that I need a change; but I am generally cooperative with the change. Naturally I prefer that the change take place on the changing table in my room or in back of the car. But some times it is done in a semi-public location on a bench, in a bathroom or even on a public table. Wherever, I am usually in a rush to get it over with and to get back to what I was doing when the question was asked . Since I am being changed out of a wet diaper, even I see the ridiculousness of protesting at that point that I do not need a diaper. Nevertheless, I am usually reminded, "You see you still need diapers. Aren't you glad we put you in a diaper before we left?"
Once I am powdered, in a dry diaper and neatly dressed back in my clothes, I am the happiest. The security of clean diaper and knowing that another change will not be soon is my favorite feeling. But I also feel liberated from trying to be the big boy I insisted I was earlier. The embarrassment of everyone knowing, if not actually seeing, me get a diaper change is now behind me.