"Trust me, this is the way to go," Heather's friend Naomi lifted up her skirt with a grin, to offer a brief flash of the adult diaper she was wearing underneath. "You don't even have to think about it then; just enjoy the evening."
"Seriously?" Heather shook her head, trying not to let her interest show too obviously; though why she was concerned about that in the face of a friend who was more than happy to flaunt her own peculiarity was hard to say.
"Unless you'd rather have to go searching for some dirty alleyway to squat in, like last year?" Naomi challenged, bringing back some uncomfortable and undignified memories that Heather would really rather forget. A diaper probably did seem neater and easier compared to that; though was that really why the thought was suddenly so appealing, despite the associated stigma? Or was it even because of the stigma that had somehow piqued Heather's own interest in Naomi's bizarre suggestion. "You remember, don't you?" Naomi continued, "Goodness knows why they lock up all the public bathrooms, but even if they didn't, good luck getting in with all those crowds. So we just wear our own personal bathrooms instead." She gestured towards Heather with one of the tightly folded padded garments. "Trust me, I wear them all the time now. Long car journeys, trips to the cinema, camp-outs. Just try it, this one time. You'll wonder how you ever lived without it."
"Um," Heather shuffled her bare feet on the floor of Naomi's bedroom. She wanted to, and it was hard to deny her friend had a point when it came to the New Year's celebrations they were about to attend... but still, there were one or two points her mind still needed to address...
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