It took me a moment to override my potty training, but eventually my diaper became warm and expanded around me as a slight hissing sound could be heard if you were paying attention. I was wetting my diaper. In public.
It was that moment that it struck me; I forgot my bag. I didn’t have any spare diapers. So I had no choice but to sit there in my wet diaper as my teacher went on about medieval Europe. There was a squish with every movement and, despite the humiliation, I loved the feeling. I felt so little, so helpless. Hell maybe the humiliation even added to it. I didn’t know. This was all so new to me.
