My wife loves to pat my diapered bottom in front of others, as in stores and such. About a year ago we had to go check on her mother who was having a bad time not sleeping. Out of the blue, in front of two of the caregivers, who are a lovely mother and daughter team, my wife said very matter-of-factly, “Mother, it's getting late and I have to get Michael home and in his night diapers. I should have brought his diaper bag.”
Cynthia, who is a very pretty forty something said, “We have lots of diapers here that he can wear. But we only have disposables, if that will work."
Without missing a beat, my wife said, “That will be fine. I can diaper him on the sofa right here, He is a bit of a showoff anyway.”
My mother-in-law had no idea that I wore diapers or that her daughter diapered me. It was a real rush to have four ladies fussing over my being diapered. Cynthia actually said that we needed to cut the tapes off of two smaller diapers to use inside the large outer diaper for a more modest look. I was stunned by the whole thing and couldn't stop my excitement from showing.
They all took turns at patting my diapered bottom and I learned to enjoy disposable diapers after more than forty years of cloth diapers.
It was all so matter-of-fact that the others never questioned why I should be in diapers anyway, which is because I am a diaper lover and a showoff.