Having removed my shorts and t-shirt, I now had on only a one-piece swimsuit – purple with pink polka-dots – with a diaper underneath it. The swimsuit held the diaper snugly against my bottom and did absolutely nothing to conceal it. The leg cuffs of the diaper stuck out past the swimsuit, and the outline of the diaper was surely unmistakable. It felt as if I was a baby wearing a onesie.
I could make out the beach in the distance from the rear window of the car. A sea of umbrellas and beach chairs led right up to the Gulf of Mexico. The crowds hugged the beach in either direction as far as I could see. The idea of one stranger seeing me in a diaper, let along hundreds or thousands, was terrifying, but mommy and daddy didn’t seem to mind, as they both tried to coax me to get out of the car.