"I guess I could wear a diaper on the shuttle." you say. "It will give me a chance to get used to it."
"Okay." your mother says. "Go have a shower and I'll get you diapered."
You stay under the shower for much longer than you would normally, avoiding what is coming next. You are going to be put back in diapers and most likely never wear normal underpants again.
Eventually you have to turn off the water and get out. You return to your room, wrapped in a towel an find your mother waiting for you. On your bed is a package of adult diapers. "These are usually for old people who have trouble getting to the toilet." your mother explains, opening the package and removing one of the white plastic diapers. "On Obaasan they'll have ones designed for boys your age." She seems to just be talking to fill the awkward silence.
"What do I need to do?" you ask nervously.
"Oh.. um." she unfolds the large diaper. "I guess you lay on your bed."
Still wrapped in your towel, you lay down.
"I think the towel might be in the way." she says.
"Oh." you unwrap the towel, leaving you naked in front of your mother for the first time in years.
"Okay." she says, apparently finding her confidence. "Lift up your bottom so I can slide this under you." You guess she's had a lot of experience changing diapers and it comes back to her quickly.
She slides the diaper under you and you lower yourself down onto the padding. "Good boy." She says instinctively as she brings the front part of the diaper up between your legs, finally covering your privates. Holding it firmly against your stomach, she brings each of the sides up to meet is and fastens them tightly with their tapes.
She helps you up from the bed and, probably still working from long-dormant instinct, begins helping you into your clothes.
Your jeans are tight over the thick padding and the diaper's waistband sticks out more than an inch above your belt. Thankfully, your t-shirt covers that. Although, if you lift your arms or bend over it would be visible.
You hope that the bulge of the diaper isn't too visible under your pants as you follow your mother out to the living room for breakfast, feeling the embarrassing garment move against your skin with every step.
Stephanie and Rebecca are already at the table, eating breakfast. You wonder if they can tell that you're diapered. You then wonder if it matters once you are on Obaasan they will definitely know.
"Good morning Daniel." Stephanie greets you as you take your seat at the table.
"It's the big day." Rebecca says. "You're going back to diapers."
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