Another day has flown by and now it is bedtime again. I pour myself a generous glass of water before making my way into my bedroom with my PJs on. However, before I tuck myself in, I decide to take some big gulps of that water, and that's when the trouble starts. I confess to you that I don't always need to wear an adult diaper to bed, but that I wet the bed the other night and now I think it is best to play it safe. I bend down and open up my bedside table's drawer. There is a diaper stashed inside and I pull it out. Then I begin to think. What if there are others out there with this problem...

Another day has flown by and now it is bedtime again. I pour myself a generous glass of water before making my way into my bedroom with my PJs on. However, before I tuck myself in, I decide to take some big gulps of that water, and that's when the trouble starts. I confess to you that I don't always need to wear an adult diaper to bed, but that I wet the bed the other night and now I think it is best to play it safe. I bend down and open up my bedside table's drawer. There is a diaper stashed inside and I pull it out. Then I begin to think. What if there are others out there with this problem, but are too embarrassed to do anything about it? So I decide to give some instructions on how to put on an adult diaper. I strip off my cute PJ pants and my silk thong, I pull up my shirt, and I thrust my hips up to slide the diaper under me. Before I can even finish attaching the tabs of the diaper, I feel that familiar warm, wet feeling. All that water I drank before bed caught up with me and now this new diaper is already soaked. I show off how wet and heavy it is, and I'm both happy to have been wearing one and embarrassed that I wet it so fast. Time to get another one!