Diapers didn’t sound so bad when she phrased it like that. At least it would be my choice. That’s what mattered the most. I could live with wearing diapers in a scenario like that. I remained on the floor as Aunt Lydia grabbed a diaper and powder the dresser and got them set out on a towel on the bed. She diapered me with an amazing efficiency, and I slipped on a knee length dress after she was done. I didn’t care for wearing an outfit that would show off any sign of the diaper for the rest of today.

A ringing phone caused Aunt Lydia to make a sudden exit from the room. I laid back down on the bed, carefully positioning my dress so that the diaper was completely covered. Not that it mattered with only Aunt Lydia around, but it still made me feel better.