“Ok, pants down, hop up,” she said briskly, patting the exam table, where a blue pad was already laid out.
This time, he didn’t hesitate. He hurried to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his slacks, dropping them to the floor. He yanked down his boxers to reveal a drooping diaper. He saw that the yellow line down the front was now blue. He turned and eased himself up onto the table.
“Okay, swing around and lie down,” she instructed. She held a dry diaper in her hand, placing it next to a box of baby wipes and the bottle of baby powder she had laid out on the nearby shelf.
He did so quickly. He didn’t want to slow her down and miss his chance for a dry diaper.