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Part 3: First diaper tried
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After dinner, around 9 pm, we settle into the comfortable armchairs in the garden lounge.
"It's not going to please Denis," Mom says, "but we need to talk about diapers."
"Don't worry about that," Amelie replies. "We have everything we need at home. And even if something is missing, we can go get it from the store."
"What kind of diapers is Denis currently wearing?" Charles asks.
Well, here we go talking about me. Fortunately, Constance also wets the bed and wears diapers, so the shame is less.
"We have opted for pull-on diapers," Mom replies. "Considering his age and his disability, I think it's the best option."
"But do these diapers leak?" Charles asks.
"It does happen sometimes in the morning, yes, his bed is wet and Denis wakes up in a cold bed."
"Supermarket diapers are not the most effective," says Amélie.
"And not the cheapest either," adds Charles. "But don't worry, we will find something for him."
"We can already have him try the same ones Constance wears," Amélie suggests. "It's definitely not the most traditional choice."
"What kind of diapers are those?" Mom asks.
"It's best for us to show you," says Amélie. "Constance and Denis, you both go up to take a shower and put on your pajamas. Karen, you come up with me to finish making the bed?"
"Of course, yes."
Our moms then get up and urge us to do the same. Soon we find ourselves all four upstairs, leaving the dads to chat amongst themselves. I would have preferred to stay with them, but Amélie brings me out of my thoughts by giving me a towel and showing me where the bathroom is.
Meanwhile, Constance seems to have already gone into the bathroom because she is not with us. Mom takes a pajama from my bag and walks towards my bed.
"You're putting down a mattress protector," Mom says to Amélie, seeing what is placed on my bed. "That's a good idea!"
"I prefer it, yes. The bedding is not old and I would rather avoid it getting wet. I put them on all the beds, even our own."
"I did the same at home. And several times, Denis's mattress protector has come in handy. One time, his diaper leaked, and we narrowly avoided a disaster. It must be said that he had quite a lot to drink that evening."
I remember what mom is saying. It's true that I had too many drinks. We were at a friends' house and it was hot. So I drank a lot with the guys. Despite going to the bathroom before going to bed once home, my bed was wet in the morning. My pajama bottoms were soaked, and even part of the top.
"In fact," Mom continues, "I wonder if tonight it was the same. Denis, how many glasses did you drink?" she asks me.
"Several," I say, dreading the consequences of my answer.
"Don't worry," Amélie replies, looking at me, "we will take precautions."
Her response leaves little doubt about how things are going to go for me. I will have to wear diapers and they certainly won't be the ones I usually wear.
While Mom helps Amélie put the mattress protector on my bed, my gaze falls on the open wardrobe. I see the different packs of diapers from earlier and wonder if I will be wearing one of those, the ones Constance wears herself.
"I'm finished," Constance says, arriving in the room with a towel wrapped around her. "Go wash up," Mom tells her, "the bathroom is free."
"And when you're done, meet us in Constance's room," Amélie adds.
So that's what I do: wash up. Once I'm done, I head to Constance's room. As I go to open the door, my eye is caught by what I see. The door being slightly ajar, I see Constance standing in front of her. Mom and Amélie are standing in front of Constance. They are all facing sideways and can't see me. I decide to watch and listen.
Amélie holds two things in her hands. The first looks like a piece of transparent plastic, and the other looks like cotton. Amélie rotates them in her hands before handing the white piece of cotton to Mom.
"Oh yes," Mom exclaims to Amélie, "that's the old-fashioned diaper you put on her."
"In principle, yes, it's a plastic pant that I fill with diapers. Except these diapers are not washable, but disposable."
"Phew, I must admit that imagining you washing pee-filled diapers with clothes crossed my mind and I felt a little disgusted."
Amélie then starts laughing.
"I'm not ready to wash diapers and hang them on the clothesline either."
"But is it effective as protection?" Mom asks.
"It's very effective, yes, and especially very economical. A complete change of diaper brand would cost more than 1 euro. These straight diapers that I place in the plastic pant cost about €0.20 each. I use one, sometimes two depending on what Constance has drunk. Each diaper can absorb about a liter of urine."
"Oh yes, that's definitely much cheaper."
"I also have stock that is expired and no longer saleable in the store, so I use it here with Constance, because even expired, these diapers are still absorbent."
"And you, Constance, do you like these diapers?" Mom asks.
"Not really...," Constance replies. "The plastic pant makes noise, it leaves marks on my thighs that hurt a bit, and I also sweat."
"There are not only advantages, indeed," replies Amélie. "That's why I alternate with other solutions."
As she says this, Amélie squats in front of Constance and puts one foot, then the other, through the openings of the plastic pant. She then pulls up the pant to the middle of Constance's thighs. Amélie then takes the diaper that Mom had in her hands and slides it into the center of the plastic pant. The pant is then pulled up to Constance's waist.
From where I am, it's strange because it's as if Constance is wearing nothing, except this transparent plastic pant. I don't see anything that resembles a diaper like the ones I know.
"I'm not sure Denis will like this solution very much," Mom announces thoughtfully. "What I do like, however, is that he can put on this diaper by himself. It's a fact that a diaper with side fastenings is not suitable, neither for his age nor his disability."
"Don't worry, we'll find something for him, I have no doubt about that. We have a wide range of different protections at the store."
"Keep in mind that he tends to pee quite a bit. Don't put on a diaper that's too light, it might leak."
At that moment, Constance turns in the direction of the entrance to her room. I then see her face on, and I can really see the diaper she's wearing. While from the side I didn't see anything, from the front, I see a white rectangle, starting from her lower abdomen and going up to the middle of Constance, all held in place by the plastic pant, which reaches up to her waist.
Constance must have seen me, she smiles at me. The spy that I am has been spotted, and I decide to enter the room.
"There you are," Mom says to me. "We were waiting for you. Constance is ready for the night, it's your turn."
"You're going to try the same diaper as Constance tonight," Amélie says. "You'll tell us your impressions tomorrow and we'll consider trying something else for you, okay?"
"Okay," I say, already knowing that I have a negative opinion, having seen the setup and heard their comments.
Constance is asked to leave us and go brush her teeth. She then walks toward her bed and grabs what seems to be her pajamas from under her pillow. As she takes a few steps, I notice that this diaper is indeed very noisy. It makes a plastic noise with each step Constance takes. I also see the back of the diaper. The white rectangle inside the plastic pant starts from her crotch and ends at the top of her buttocks. This straight diaper also does not completely cover her buttocks as they slightly stick out on each side. I can't say that I like it... Imagining myself dressed like that in front of Constance, her parents, and my parents does not please me at all.
Constance, after grabbing what was under her pillow, starts putting it on. What I thought was a pajama is actually a nightshirt. It reaches down to her knees, hiding her attire. She then leaves the room, still making that plastic noise.
I'm not very modest, so undressing in front of Mom or Amélie doesn't bother me when asked. Amélie takes a diaper and a plastic pant before opening the latter in front of me. Like Constance just did, I put my feet through the holes and Amélie pulls up the pant.
"I prefer we put two diapers on him," Mom tells Amélie. "As I told you, he drank quite a lot tonight."
"No problem, grab another one from the bag."
Mom then opens the bag, puts her hand inside, and takes out another diaper which she hands to Amélie.
"Is it as effective for boys as it is for girls?" Mom asks.
"Considering the male anatomy," Amélie responds, "I recommend putting the diapers a bit more towards the front."
As she says this, under Mom's watchful eye, Amélie slides one diaper into the plastic pant. She then puts the second one slightly further back. Since the two diapers mostly overlap, I find myself with a thick diaper between my legs as Amélie pulls up the plastic pant to my waist.
"Perfect," Amélie says, smiling at me, "you are well protected for tonight."
Having seen Constance in this same outfit, or close to it, I know what I look like. Nevertheless, I lower my head and bend forward, but also turn to the side.
Mom then approaches me and runs her hand near my waist, between the gusset of the plastic pant and the skin. She then pulls a little on the elastic before letting go, making it gently slap against my skin. She does the same on my thigh.
"The pant may be a bit tight in size," Amélie says. "A larger one would be more suitable. I'll bring one from the store. Those are more suitable for Constance, who is smaller."
"At least there won't be any leaks," Mom says. "Go get your pajamas, Denis," she adds, "and go brush your teeth too. Join us both downstairs afterwards."
As I take my first steps with this plastic pant and these diapers, I feel the discomfort that this gear gives me. It's nothing like the diaper I usually wear at home. The discomfort is not just auditory with the plastic noise, it's also physical because I have a thick diaper between my legs.
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