I’d slipped into a sleeveless tank-top after drying off from the shower. The summer heat was too oppressive for anything more than that. I examined the contents of the drawer, surveying my options for what else I could put on.
A diaper was out of the question. My work on finally getting toilet trained wasn’t finished, but I had at least gotten to the point where I was only wearing diapers at night or when I left the house. Even in public, it was with a diaper brand I found that had re-adjustable tapes, so that I could still have access to a toilet. Besides, I didn’t even want to think about how badly a diaper would make me sweat. That left me with several options of pull-ups to put on.
