Chapter 18

                                    

                                              
When he saw me in a diaper I wanted to run. 
 I wanted to hide the swollen padding between my legs that sagged around my butt cheeks. My face burned deep red, my heart pounded so fast I thought it was trying to escape my chest, my hands sweating as I tried to conceal myself. 
 He however looked very calm and proceeded towards me. I tried to mumble the words for him to "step back," I wanted to shout "don't look at me," but he came closer still. 
 My diaper dropped heavy, full of pee that had escaped in my diaper during our day together. I should have changed it earlier but we were having such fun and I didn't want to interrupt it. 
 Now he knew the truth. 
 I was nothing more than a grown adult in a diaper. 
 I was so ashamed that I still had to wear them. 
 I would give anything to be able to control myself and wear proper underwear like an adult. 
 My chances with him were forever ruined. I began sobbing and covering my red face that burned with embarrassment.
                          
Dave walked over to me and held my face in his hand and wiped my tears. I pushed him away and wiped my own tears away. I was absolutely mortified. How could this happen to me?
                          
Dave pulled me into his chest and hugged me. I felt comforted as he rubbed my back. After I calmed down he walked me over to a wall near by and we sat down. I didn't know what to say to him. In fact I just wanted to go home. The diaper felt more prudent than ever and in my mind I felt like it was visible for all to see.
                          
"Stace did you hurt yourself. Your wrist looks a bit swollen," he said as he lifted my hand to look at it.
                          
"Ouch," I squirmed. 
                          
It hurt and felt tender and I couldn't move it that well.
                          
"I think we should get you to a hospital. It could be broken," he said.
                          
I nodded and sniffled still ashamed to look at him.
                          
"Stace its ok. I wont tell anyone what happened or what I saw. You look really embarrassed about it but I promise you, your secrets safe with me." he assured me.
                          
I nodded and was thankful he was being so nice, although, I still felt humiliated, even now knowing he knew I was sitting in my wet diaper was embarrassing. 
                          
We got up and headed towards the local hospital. They saw me quickly and I had some x-rays done. Luckily it was only a sprain and a bandage would have to be worn for 6 weeks, along with taking painkillers for the pain.
                          
Dave was the perfect gentleman and made sure I got home safely.
                          
As soon as I got home I flung myself on the bed and just cried.
                          
I wished the ground would swallow me up, and I was sure that my new assistant role with Dave was out the window; to which I was too ashamed to consider now anyway.
                          
 What if Dave didn't keep his promise and told everyone at work? They would laugh and whisper secretly behind my back. They would all be looking for signs of a diaper being worn underneath my clothes, or listen out for a rustling noise or even watch the way I walk. I began to feel anxious and extremely fearful of the worst possible things that could happen.
                          
Worst still I had all weekend to think about it.