On a few occasions, on warm summer days, I've gone out in a t-shirt with thick bulky drooping cloth diapers under my shorts. I run errands and get increasingly brave as I go along. This has resulted in several occasions of me slipping off the shorts then hopping out of the car to do things in just the t-shirt and my diapers / plastic pants.
I've gotten out to mail letters and buy drinks out of drink machines in front of stores (on one occasion I was seen by a car full of ladies who drove by laughing and pointing at me). Once at a shopping mall I pulled over and got out to "check something in my trunk" then back into the car (and was seen by a lady coming out of the mall who laughed because she couldn't believe her eyes).
And often I've pulled into filling stations and gotten gasoline this way. One memorable occasion about 15 years ago involved a gas station attendant who was a young girl of about 25, pleasingly plump with long, sandy blonde hair who was outside sweeping. I pulled in and, given the way that the pumps were positioned and the side my gas cap was on, I was parked on one side of a row of pumps with her sweeping on the other side, about twenty feet away.
So, in a fit of exuberance, I hopped out of my car, opened the gas cap, ran my credit card through the machine, and then stood there and filled up the car wearing nothing but my shirt, shoes, diapers, and pins which were obvious through the clear plastic pants. I'd just returned from several hours of running errands and my diapers were soaked!
From where she was, the pumps and my open car door were in the way of her seeing my diapers, still, I was having the thrill of a lifetime knowing that at any moment she could walk over there and Iâd be âhadâ.
By the time I finished filling the car, sheâd now worked her way around to my side of the pumps but she still couldnât see my diapers because of the car door. There was nobody else at the station, and I realized that I couldnât pass up this perfect opportunity. So I put the pump handle back onto the holder, went around to the back of my car and acted like I was checking something in the trunk, then I walked around the far side of my car, crossing in front of it to get back to the driverâs side, in plain view of this girl who was now about ten feet away.
She glanced over at me then abruptly stopped sweeping, got this big wide grin on her face, and stood there staring at my diapers as I went back to the car. To get back in I had to close the car door enough to walk around it then turn around to get inâand when I did, there I was, full on, full view, wearing wet diapers like a baby.
By now she looked like she was on the verge of laughing out loud. I just smiled at her, got into the car, and slowly pulled away. As I drove by her I smiled and waved. She still had that bemused look of amazement. Clearly, sheâd never seen anything like me before and absolutely couldnât believe sheâd just seen it this time. There is nothing in the world that compares to the feeling you get when someone sees your diapers and gives you that jaw-dropping, humiliating smirk of amusement!