I was sunk, I had no other option then to undress in front of eleven strangers (I counted) and let them see that I too was wearing a diaper. As to whether mine was wet or not, that remained to be seen. Sadly, it was; and more so than Joeys seemed to have been.

I sat myself down on the concrete bench to untie my shoes and straight away felt my backside warming. At first I thought I was wetting my diaper again, but then I realized that the concrete benches and floor were heated. That actually distracted me from my fear of being seen in public wearing a diaper. I pulled off my left shoe and sock and let my feet rest against the warm floor. Boy that sure felt good. I did the same with my other shoe.

Daddy Phil saw me just sitting there and asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah, it is just so warm,” I said with a nod toward the floor.

Daddy Phil put his hand to the floor and remarked, “Beats bare tootsies on an icy-cold floor any day.”

By the way, tootsies are what Daddy Phil calls toes. I think it is a Canadian thing or something. There is kind of a semi-funny story about the first time I heard him use that word. We had been chatting online at ILD.com with five or six others; actually it was the very first time I had chatted with Daddy Phil. Everyone else in the chat-room already knows about Daddy Phil’s playful side but I hadn’t yet learned that about him. He had said something about hanging someone up by their tootsies. Don’t ask me why I did so, because I don’t know, but immediately I had thought that tootsies was slang for testicles and said something quite derogatory. Daddy Phil had realized right away what I had been thinking and explained tootsies are toes. Boy, I was so dang embarrassed that I thought I was going to die.

Anyway, Joey was ready to go. He was hopping up and down almost on his tiptoes while chanting, “Come on! Come on! Come on!”

Daddy Phil turned his attention to me. I suppose he had assumed that I was waiting for him to help me get changed too but when he started to reach for my pants I pushed his hands away.

“I can do it myself!” I objected.

“Well then hurry up slowpoke!” He said as he tickled my naked ribs.

I laughed and squirmed, “Daddy stop!”