I can feel myself blush as I say “Yes Auntie. Sorry.”
“Well there’s no need to be sorry if you’re wearing a nappy,” she says in such a way that implies that it’s a good job I’m wearing one. When we arrive home, my aunt wastes no time removing my set nappy. I expect to be put straight into a clean one, but now I have my new knickers I won’t need a clean nappy until bedtime. “They look nice… how do they feel?” Aunt Katinka asks.
“Really tight,” I reply. My aunt tells me that they’re supposed to be tight, hence the name ‘control knickers’. I pull on a camisole and look down at myself.