So the way I decided to cover these posts are to post from when I take my diaper off in the morning to when I put on my night diaper. However, this first entry is special because I will also be talking about buying the pack of diapers.
By the way, if I am informal at parts, I like interjecting humor at points in these entries
I was waiting in my room waiting for my RA to come by to do health and safeties (to make sure my room was clean, that my outlets weren’t overused, and that the dead hookers under my bed don’t smell too bad; my room is generally clean, so it’s not a big deal for me). I waited until 10 to leave, even though they were scheduled to happen at 9, and I brought along my backpack to put them in. One of the people on my floor, a big muscular guy, started to talk to me. He asked about the bag, to which I didn’t give a clear answer. This would worry the shit out of me normally, but this guy isn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, so I would figure that he would not dwell on the thought too much.
Before I left, I had initially decided to drive to Walgreen’s to buy my diapers because they were a pretty small store, which means that there wouldn’t be that many customers (even less because it was at night) and from what I heard, at least, they had a wider selection, to boot. Unfortunately, the one I went to closed at 10. Rather than going back to my dorm empty-handed or going at the glass doors rock-handed, I decided to go to the next closest venue: Wal-Mart. I figured that it wouldn’t matter if I was caught buying diapers there, because as many of you might know, a young man buying adult diapers is probably the least craziest thing one can see at a Wal-Mart.
So right when I enter the Wal-Mart, I head towards the health section where the diapers are located, but not wanting to look suspicious (I was kind of in a nervous panic here, although I probably didn’t have any reason to; More thoughts on that later), I played with the blood pressure device (don’t tell me you haven’t; that was what me and my brothers did when we were kids going to Wal-Mart). Then, I go over to the food section to get myself a snack: some Buffalo wing-flavored potato chips. Afterwards, I headed back to where the diapers were.
I decided that I would buy Tenas when I came here off a random suggestion from someone on Omegle. The only Tenas that I could spot, however, were fitted for women, but because I didn’t want to ponder too much on a choice, seeing as I didn’t feel like it mattered, I got a pack of the female Tena’s and made a bee-line (or should I say “pee-line”, hahahahaha… I won’t make too many diaper puns, I promise) to the registers.
As fate would have it, this Wal-Mart didn’t have any self-checkout lines as I had hoped, so I got in the closest line I could find. I really doubt that many people cared, seeing as that they wouldn’t suspect that the women’s diapers were for me, but I still got nervous when I saw someone I knew from school. She didn’t notice me, so a panic attack was averted.
I wanted to pay with my prepaid debit card, but the cashier lady asked for the balance, and since it would be declined if I didn’t have enough, I decided to play it safe and pay with my debit card so I could buy them and get the hell out.
The way back went off without a hitch. I had put the diapers in my backpack and walked around my building to the other door; I lived on the side of the dorm not facing the parking lot, so I figured that I would walk outside to avoid being stopped by anyone that might’ve wanted to talk/comment on my bag that was suspiciously bulky-looking. The first thing I do is throw the pack of diapers under my bed, but then move them to the drawer next to my bed.
After I got ready for bed, I put on my first diaper. There were two things that surprised me about it: That it was a pull-up, and that it felt almost like regular briefs, both things caused by the fact that I didn’t read what I was buying. Thinking back, my dumb ass really could have benefited from reading the labels to see what kind I was getting and people probably would not have cared either way, but lesson learned. From what I heard, the store brands were not the height of quality, but I wasn’t going for quality anyway, at least not now.
I went to bed, and I had some weird dreams that actually related to having diapers. What’s weirder is that there were dreams withing dreams. My first dream was where I was in a tower trying to break a fight between a dachshund, a mastiff, and an American Eskimo (the breed of dog, if you didn’t get the context, although if imagining an actual Eskimo is easier for you, then it would probably still work) all while Beyonce was jumping out of the window while singing, and then reappearing only to jump again. The dream after that, people came into my room while I was in bed (and I was unable to look down for some reason), and when I awoke from that dream, I dreamed that I wet my diaper and it leaked through the sides.
After I was done experiencing Inception, I wake up with a little more than an hour to get to class. I felt the urge to pee, so I decided to see how much the diaper could hold. Now I was expecting it to leak out the sides, like in the dream, but much to my surprise, it was pretty damn absorbent. After eating some breakfast cereal, I took the diaper off. The night before, I did a quick drive around campus to find dumpsters, and I really couldn’t find any that were open, so I figured that I would hide them in the box for my Xbox 360 that I never quite thrown away and I decided to throw them out en masse, provided that they didn’t smell (which they didn’t really smell all too bad).
I guess the other thing to note about today was that during lunch, one of the people I was sitting with said that he saw me at Wal-mart the other day. I asked if he saw what I had with me (I wasn’t sure if he was going to bring it up or not), but I said that I was getting something for my cousin, so I was avoided an embarrassing explanation.
That’s just about it for my first day. Hope it was enjoyable/informative! Please send feedback.