As I'm sitting down in my tight black yoga pants, you hear the unmistakable sound of an adult diaper. You see it bulge out from underneath my yoga pants and it is very obvious that I'm wearing one. I start to talk to you. I tell you that I have been proud of myself lately because I think I have my diaper wetting under control. I'm learning to control my urge to go and I'm feeling quite confident that I won't need this diaper I'm wearing. I swear, I'm just using it "just in case!" For some reason, though, you do not believe me. What do I have to do, prove it to you? Do I really have to show y...

As I'm sitting down in my tight black yoga pants, you hear the unmistakable sound of an adult diaper. You see it bulge out from underneath my yoga pants and it is very obvious that I'm wearing one. I start to talk to you. I tell you that I have been proud of myself lately because I think I have my diaper wetting under control. I'm learning to control my urge to go and I'm feeling quite confident that I won't need this diaper I'm wearing. I swear, I'm just using it "just in case!" For some reason, though, you do not believe me. What do I have to do, prove it to you? Do I really have to show you my dry diaper? Yes, I do, huh? I slip off my yoga pants and I get ready to show off how I don't need an adult diaper. However, I start to slow down. Something is wrong. I feel the wetness, warmness, and heaviness of the diaper and I realize that it IS wet! I'm so embarrassed, but I show you the diaper anyway. You can see that it is completely full. Maybe I will need to continue wearing diapers all day, every day.