Iris and I had to go shopping while she was here visiting, because we really needed some girl time. So we dressed in our cutest outfits, taped ourselves into double-stuffed diapers, and went out to look at some clothes together. After getting distracted by the toy section (and bending over to reach the items on the bottom shelf), we chose some cute leggings and shorts to try on. In the dressing room, we could hear the bustle of the customers around us doing their own shopping. Hopefully they couldn't hear the loud crinkles of our diapers as we struggled to fit any of our pants on over them....

Iris and I had to go shopping while she was here visiting, because we really needed some girl time. So we dressed in our cutest outfits, taped ourselves into double-stuffed diapers, and went out to look at some clothes together. After getting distracted by the toy section (and bending over to reach the items on the bottom shelf), we chose some cute leggings and shorts to try on. In the dressing room, we could hear the bustle of the customers around us doing their own shopping. Hopefully they couldn't hear the loud crinkles of our diapers as we struggled to fit any of our pants on over them. The leggings hardly go past the thickest padding on our bottom, and the shorts left little to the imagination.

Disappointingly, we folded our rejected clothes together, stood clad in only diapers and bras in front of the several mirrors showing off every humiliating angle of the thick padding that kept us from bringing home our cute choices. Slipping our skirts back on is a much less difficult task, though they hardly hide our diapers either, but allow us to more comfortably leave the dressing room as we pass the several strangers just outside the door.