Unless one was looking particularly closely, he saw to his relief that it proved to be as the box had said, he no longer had to worry about being discovered visually. He shifted around, wriggling around in his diaper and jeans to see if excessive movement might produce any incriminating noise.
Not a sound, whatever the box had done to his diapers it had ensured that their discretion in both appearance and noise was sound. He smiled, maybe I might actually be able to get used to this routine sooner than anticipated he thought to himself, as he gathered his things together for the day’s work.
He hopped into his car and arrived without a second thought about his newly conveniently made plastic pants, even managing a cheerily wave at his boss who merely grunted back in response, which was his usual response to any attempts at small talk the fox made when the occasion struck.
