She started off by telling the girls that since I had agreed to live with them, she and I had a little talk, and I had agreed that while I was there I should live by the same rules as the girls. I sat down on the couch as I heard her rummaging around in the cupboards, and wondered what diabolical plan she had come up with now. Functionally, this assignment was identical to the three that came before it—get dressed up, clean apartment, submit evidence along the way and at the end, proving that apartment is indeed clean. Your partner will help ensure this doesn’t happen and you should take comfort in the fact that even a thick diaper is near impossible to spot under clothes, plain onesies hide the diaper from showing even if you bend down and people aren’t looking for adults in diapers. I had been spanked, made to take a nap, diapered in the afternoon, forced to stay diapered, and now couldn't find any pants – what more could go wrong?

Discover the power of removing toilet privileges from your partner and how to incorporate DD into your lives in a positive way.Of course Britney already knew, and I saw her check quickly with her eyes and give a satisfied knowing smile. First, you need to realize that although DD is unconventional and not widely discussed, it is used by thousands of couples to improve their relationships.

Even Tina, who would be joining me in humiliation in a few minutes couldn't peel her eyes away as my belt was unbuckled and my pants unbuttoned and unzipped.Since none of us had 24” waists, we were first to figure what our bust and hip sizes would need to be to maintain the same proportions. Pam was still moping around and bemoaning that she was going to lose all her friends because they could no longer come over to the house.

First, my wrist cuffs had to be clipped together (which makes for extremely difficult cleaning) and my ankles had to be bound together on a short chain or rope. I have talked to girls over the years and some of them told me that they had to wear cloth diapers and plastic pants under their communion dresses as part of the dress code. She noticed the look on my face when she said that, and added, "Like I am guessing you are this morning. One more thing - if you have five or more wet nights during a week, you will spend the next Saturday in diapers all day, and you will use them.Mom didn't mention anything more about the diapers in the morning, merely removing the wet one I was wearing (once Britney left) and leaving me to clean up and get dressed.

As soon as she saw me, her mouth dropped open and her hand shot up to muffle a high-pitched shriek of laughter. Mom told Britney what needed to be done – if I awoke and needed to "potty", I was to be let out of the crib so I could use the training potty. I helped her mom dress her,and after her bath we had her lay on her bed and we pinned 10 of her cloth diapers on her,then put a pair of her white rubberpants on over them,then the tights,a camisole as her top,then her dress,veil and shoes.

As I picked up my fork and took my first bite of the spaghetti we were having, suddenly Pam asked in an innocent voice, "Shouldn't he have a bib? Reluctantly I said okay and within half an hour my, at the time eight and a half year old, had peed her pants. At least by now I had learned to keep track of Mom's laundry days, and when I came up for supper after my nap, I had pants to cover my diaper.