I woke up in a wet nappy. This wasn’t a surprise as it was wet long before I’d drifted off to sleep. I knew from previous experience that removing my nappy would mean spending the whole day wearing one, so I waited for my aunt to change it for me. Unfortunately, I used it again in the meantime.
She entered my room and chirpily asked if I’d slept well. I gulped and nodded. She asked if need changing and again I nodded.
“Well you get your mat out and I’ll get you some knickers.” she said. I pulled the plastic-covered foam mat from beneath my bed. My aunt opened my drawer and made a fuss of which knickers I might wear. Apart from some being white and some Ivory, they all look more or less the same to me. High waist, low leg, and far too tight around my genitals. At least a nappy offers me some freedom in that respect.
