Paul’s quivering, sweaty hands clasped around the package of Goodnites disposable ‘briefs’, as they were so-called.

He could feel the eyes of every other shopper in the store questioning him and mocking him at that very instant.

He could tell that everyone knew the diapers were for him, partially because they were about his size, and his face was blushing a deep crimson.

He couldn’t help but nervously glance around him before lifting the package off the shelf and tucking it under his arm.

For a reason unknown to Paul, he had always wanted to wear diapers ever since he was a young child of about 5 or 6.

He couldn’t remember any times when he was ever wearing a diaper, and from this, he came up with the excuse that he had forgotten what it was like to wear diapers, and his curiosity had overwhelmed him.

But deep inside Paul, he knew that wasn’t the real reason.

He had always fantasized about his mother laying him down on a thickly padded, baby blue changing table, and slowly peeling back the tapes on his soggy, disposable diaper, while he was cuddling a plush teddy bear that she had handed him previously.

He could hear her in his mind, cooing him in a babyish voice: “Awww, is our diaper wet? It certainly is!! Let’s get baby Pauly all cleaned up..”

Now he found himself in the local supermarket, less than half a block from his house, where everyone knew his name.

Unfortunately, today was a Saturday, the usual shopping day in this area of Providence, Rhode Island, and it seemed as if everyone from the entire state had come just to add to the embarrassment of one young man.

Luckily, however, Paul wasn’t very popular in school, and so he didn’t have much of a reputation to keep up, except with two of his close friends, Alex and Sam.

The trio always hung out together after school, and it was a wonder that Paul hadn’t run into either of them today in the supermarket.

Paul quickly made his way to the checkout counter and was crestfallen when he saw that all of them were ridiculously long.

He stepped behind the lady in the “express” line, the line with a 10 item limit, and waited, trying to conceal his all-too-revealing purchase.

It seemed like hours before the lady in front of Paul made it to the cashier. At this moment, Paul believed that everything would be okay, from here on out.

Naturally, something had to go wrong, and did, right as Paul was close to meeting his ultimate goal.

The lady in front of him had 11 items.

The cashier pointed out to the lady, using the large “Express Lines – ten Items of less” sign above them for verification, that she couldn’t go through this line because of the item limit.

The lady, in an extremely rude manner, bellowed to the cashier that she was at the front of the line already, had been waiting here for 30 minutes, and that she was only *one* item over the limit.

Paul just wished that both of them would disappear so he could get out of the store.

Eventually, the very angry and annoyed lady left the line in a fit, leaving her cart behind.

The cashier pushed the cart out of the way and eyed Paul expectantly.

Paul, still zoned-out from the quarrel between the cashier and the lady, suddenly snapped back into reality and handed the cashier the crinkling package.

As he handed the female the plasticky purchase, he noticed that she was stunningly beautiful, and she couldn’t have been much older than eighteen.

Although he didn’t think it possible, Paul blushed a little more.

The cashier took the package and turned it over a couple of times, and then looked at Paul quizzically.

Paul just tried to smile back casually but ended up giving a nervous chuckle.

The cashier noticed his uneasiness.

“Are these pampers for you?” she asked him, a little louder than he would have liked her too.

“Well, uh..” Paul began, “they’re uh… for a cousin who’s visiting out of town.”

He looked at the cashier, hoping she’d buy it.

It looked like she didn’t, but to avoid a conversation with the manager for holding up a checkout line, she continued to ring up the diapers.

After flipping around the package a couple of times, she couldn’t find a barcode.

She picked up a phone to the left of the cash register and started talking into it.

As she did, her voice boomed throughout the supermarket.

“I need a price check on some diapers here for this boy, line 1! Bring some tissues too, this kid’s crying.”