The nice Lady next door.

Pajamas, silk scarf, housecoat with matching socks. Hell no one will see my diapers on under all of this. I head down my driveway to my mail box at the street level. Mrs. Hill waves to me from her front window. Wonderful neighbor always has a smile and a big wave. I would hug her but stranger times are upon us.

As I returned up the drive she had stepped out her front door. As I came a little closer to hear her speak to me, she whispered. You always look so comfortable and so well dressed even wearing diapers. Ruth the Lady on the corner and I talked about how hard it must be to be in diapers like yours!

Well I was lucky to be in a diaper at that moment because I just about shit myself over the shock of being outed. Not only outed but a topic of conversation with the neighbors.

The nice lady next door must have been observing you for some time. Just when we thought we were safe, along comes someone and you find out your cover has been blown. Reminds us to be more careful as not to reveal things we don't want known. Once out, it can never be put away.

One time I had to wait in a long line to get into a warehouse sale. Knowing this in advance I decided to were a Depends pull, up just in case. Well at some time while standing in line I bent down to pick up something, inadvertently my shirt went up exposing my diaper. Observing the expression on the folks behind me, priceless. I was glad that I didn't know any of them. This was purely accidental, as I try and keep my issues as private as I can.