Today, a doctor told me I should go buy some diapers for my bedwetting, and then later I wet my pants right before fainting in the middle of the store I was trying to buy diapers in. If this was in fact ‘my lucky day’, it didn’t feel like any of this luck was ‘good’ luck.

“Really?” I asked in disbelief, “You have a job for me?”

“Potentially. That is, if you’re interested in the role.” Pamela answered keenly, “I think you’re exactly who we’ve been looking for.”

“Of course, I’m very interested! I’ve been looking for work every day since I moved here.” I said a little too eagerly. “What do you need me to do?”

“Well, Jimmy, I’ve recently acquired the last few key companies that I’ve needed which would allow me to really get ahead in this growing world of incontinence and related products. I’ve been laying the foundation for building a new brand, with my daughter's help, from the ground up for months now. We are very close to launching and blowing the competition out of the water! This new brand will innovate on market-leading trends and provide everything our customers could possibly ever want or need. And I’ll be selling this brand exclusively from this store. I’d want you, Jimmy, to be the brands ‘dedicated product tester’. I would need you to let us know if our products meet both the personal and practical needs of our continually growing customer base. It pays quite well, I should add.” she explained, emphasizing the pay to really sell the idea.

“A ‘dedicated product tester’?” I asked curiously, “What kind of stuff would I be testing for you?”

“You’d be testing mainly incontinence products, that’s the core of the brand.” She said, as if it were obvious, “You know, adult diapers? As well as anything else we’d need that’s related.”

“You want me to test diapers for you?” I asked with my enthusiasm deflated. 

“Yes, Jimmy. I do.” she confirmed. “You’ve been struggling with your growing incontinence, have you not?”

“Yes, ma’am.” I replied. Looking down at my urine soaked pants, it was painfully clear to us both that I was. 

“Then this is a perfect match for us! You were going to wear diapers for your accidents anyway, right? Isn’t that why you came into our store today? Now, if you were our brands ‘dedicated product tester’; we’d provide you with the latest and best diapers on the market, at no cost to you. You’d use them for what they’re intended for and then give us your honest and detailed feedback on how they performed. Everybody wins!” she said with a glowing smile on her face, as if this was a perfectly normal job.

“That’ll be my job?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around this incredibly odd turn of events. Mere hours ago, I was about to have a panic attack at the idea of even having to wear a diaper to bed tonight. Now I was sitting in pee soaked pants, being offered a job to be the tester for a new brand of diapers? “How long would you need me to be your tester?”

“I plan on pushing this brand for many years to come.” She said with pride. “As long as we're designing new products for the brand; we’ll need a tester to test them.”

“You will technically be working as a subcontractor under my research and development team, and contracts last for one year, minimum.” She continued, “This unique position starts at a $50,000 annual salary. Based on the contract structure you choose, your salary could climb even higher with bonuses based on the additionally accepted responsibilities. Doubled, potentially.” 

‘Did she really just say I could earn up to $100k a year?’ I thought to myself with excitement. ‘There's no way this is happening right now. Maybe I actually did hit my head when I fainted?’

This all sounded like a dream. Sure, a weird dream involving me testing diapers for a brand belonging to a woman I just met, but she did make a decent point earlier. I was going to have to wear diapers at night for the foreseeable future anyway and this money could be life changing. Having never graduated college, I never thought I’d have the opportunity to make anywhere close to this kind of money. My desire for financial security was beginning to far outweigh the rest of my emotional insecurities swirling around in my head. 

“Wait, really? That’s incredible! What kind of bonuses?” I asked excitedly, on the edge of my still damp seat. I forgot about the diapers for a minute and I was focusing only on the money.

“I’m going to take this glowing enthusiasm as a serious interest in the position,” She said with a little laugh and the widest smile I’ve seen her make since I’ve met her. “Why don’t I print off the paperwork for you and I. We can go over everything together in more detail then. Wait right here, Jimmy.”

She walked out of the room, leaving me alone in this ‘changing room’ once again. My pants were beginning to feel incredibly cold and gross. Up to this point, I hadn’t had an opportunity to do anything about them. I sat there patiently for a few more minutes waiting for Grace’s mother to return with the paperwork, but I couldn’t take the discomfort of my soiled clothing any longer. I decided to look through some of the cupboards in the room again to see if I could find a potential solution to my problem. There had to be something in here I could replace my pants with that wasn’t a diaper. I searched through four different cupboards before I luckily found one that might work. Although it was mostly full of really thick diapers, it had a pile of clothes on the bottom shelf that seemed like childish pajamas but might just be large enough to fit me.

“Trying to get a head start on your new job?” Pamela asked with a playful edge from behind me, catching me while I rummaged through the diaper filled cupboards. “You must be really eager to begin testing for us.”

I quickly closed the cupboard and turned to face her with blushing cheeks. “Umm, not exactly ma’am. I was looking for a pair of pants I could change into. I’m sorry for snooping around but, if I’m being honest, the ones I have on are too uncomfortable for me to keep wearing any more.” 

“Of course, by all means! Take anything you need from this room, I’m sure Grace would want you too. I’ll wait outside until you’re ready to continue.” She said, turning around in the doorway and leaning against the doorframe, facing the hallway but still leaving the door open.

Feeling anxious that she was waiting for me, I opened the pajama cupboard again in haste and grabbed the most masculine pair I could find. They were baby blue, fuzzy and had pictures of clouds, moons and bright yellow stars on them. I’d be hard pressed to actually find anything with ‘masculinity’ in this room, but they were at least a shade of blue and that was more masculine than anything else I found in the cupboard. I didn’t see any better options and ‘beggars can’t be choosers’. These would have to do.

I set the pajamas on the changing table and just as I was about to unbuckle my belt, Pamela called out from the hallway, “Oh Jimmy, before you put anything on, there should be some wipes for cleaning yourself near you and I believe that I saw some slip-on disposable style briefs on the first shelf of the changing table; to the far left. Please help yourself to one.”

“Pardon me, Ma’am?” I asked with a shaky voice, frozen in my tracks, unsure if I understood her correctly. My heart was pounding from embarrassment. Did she really just tell me to ‘help myself’ to a diaper? “What do you mean by that?”

“Use the wipes to clean your skin first and then put on one of the briefs from the changing table before you go to wear any clothing that you found in there. Given the circumstances of our meeting today, I’m afraid I’m going to have to insist on you wearing some form of protection if you are going to sit on the new furniture in the office." She said, dropping the enthusiasm of our previous conversation and returning to her naturally stern and intimidating voice. “You don’t mind, do you dear? Unless, you’d prefer to use one of the ones with the tapes and cartoons if you don’t think the brief will be thick enough for your needs.”

She wasn’t just asking me to put on a diaper, she was insisting that I put on a diaper. I was about to protest her absurd demand when I realized that for the entire time I’ve interacted with this woman, I have been sitting on a diaper changing table in pee soaked pants. As mortified as I was about her assuming I couldn’t control my bladder, I could see why she would think such a thing. I needed to find some work so badly; I didn’t want to potentially upset her by arguing with her request and ruin my chances of landing this job. Even if it was a weird job. 

“No, Ma’am. I don’t mind.” I said with a slightly shaky voice, terrified by what I was agreeing to do for her but trying my best to hide my fear. “I’ll take one of the briefs.” 

“Thank you for your cooperation, Jimmy.” she said, approvingly. “The paperwork we need to go over should be finished printing out soon. Once you’re appropriately dressed, place your soiled clothes on the table and meet me in the office that’s down the hall. That’s where we will continue our conversation about your potential future within my company.” 

The sound of her high heels followed her down the hall as she walked towards the office, leaving me to do the most embarrassing task I’ve ever had to do as an adult so far. Take off my own urine covered clothes and replace them with a pull-up diaper and some fuzzy blue pajama bottoms. “My lucky day.” I sarcastically mumbled to myself.

I closed the door and locked it for some privacy. At least the silver lining of my situation right now was that I was finally getting out of these wet clothes. They smelled as bad as they felt and clung to my skin after sitting in them for so long. My socks and shoes were also compromised in the accident so they were the first things to come off. Next, I undid my belt buckle and began to peel my pants down and away from my skin. I grimaced with every tug of the fabric as my damp skin was exposed to the cool air of the room. Once I had them off, I dropped them to the floor with a satisfying thud and then I proceeded to remove my underwear. I gathered and placed all of my soiled clothing onto the table, as instructed. I was now naked from the waist down, wearing only my white t-shirt, which luckily remained dry after inspection.

 I located the wipes on the shelf under the changing table and gave myself a thorough wipe down. After going through several wipes, I felt sufficiently clean enough to proceed with getting dressed again. I reached for the fuzzy pajama pants and froze once again as I remembered what I had agreed to put on first, at Pamela’s insistence. A strong wave of anxiety hit me, making my stomach feel like it was on a rollercoaster ride and my heart was racing as fast as it possibly could. If I was going to walk into that office and talk to Grace’s mother about this job, I was going to have to put on a diaper first.

I looked at the shelf that was stacked with many styles of diapers under the changing table with dread and slowly reached for the thin white briefs that were piled on the far left. With shaking hands, I grabbed one from the top of the pile and unfolded the padded brief to reveal a glimpse into my inevitable future; a stretchy waisted pull-up diaper for adults. It was much thinner than the bulky diapers that Grace had recommended for me to use for nighttime, or anything else in this room for that matter, which I was grateful for. I was still embarrassed and terrified of wearing this thing, but its lack of thickness made me feel a little better about what I had to do next.

The diaper crinkled in my hands as I stuck my fingers into the waistband to open it up enough to step in and I made sure I had the front facing the correct way. I took a deep breath and lowered the pull-up, lifting my right foot up and over the waistband and down through the bottom. Then I put my left foot through the waistband and out the other side. My knees were shaking as I began to slide the diaper up my legs. I paused as I got it past my knees, taking a moment to mentally prepare myself for the fact that I was about to be wearing a diaper for the first time in my life as an adult. A fact that weighed quite heavily on my ego and caused me to be literally frozen with anxiety.

It was at that moment, I remembered the pep talk that Grace had given me earlier and tried to focus on the fact that wearing a diaper was not going to kill me. This wasn’t the end of the world. It’s just ‘disposable underwear’. If I could accept the fact that I needed to wear diapers while I slept earlier today; then I should be able to accept the fact that it’s probably better to make a lot of money wearing them than to have to spend a lot of money to wear them instead. A little bit of padding wasn’t going to get in my way of financial security any longer. 

“I’m still a man, this is just for appearances. It’s not like I’ll actually be using it. This is not a big deal, Jimmy. Nobody else but her will know. You’ve got this.” I said quietly, hyping myself up. With that motivation swirling around in me, I pulled the diaper all the way up my legs and over my waist. 

I took a small moment to congratulate myself on the mental hurdle I had just overcome. “Take that, crippling anxiety.” I said out loud, alone in the room.

With a proud smile on my face and an adult diaper around my hips, I picked up the baby blue pajama bottoms and quickly crashed back to reality and realized I was about to go into the most important meeting of my life wearing the uniform of a bedwetter. 

I held the pajama bottoms out by the waist and let them unfold, revealing that they were in fact, footed pajama bottoms; solving my problem of not having dry socks or shoes anymore, but not solving my problem of having a bruised ego. 

Upon further inspection, I noticed there were snap closures every few inches going up the inside seam of both legs and meeting at the roomy crotch that had even more snaps. These pajamas appeared to be designed for an adult that was wearing a far bulkier diaper than I was currently wearing, but I didn’t really have any time to search for an alternative pair of pants at this point. Hopefully these looked a little baggy on me and would conceal my lightly diapered state instead of emphasizing it. 

I stuck my legs through the waist and each leg was met with the fuzziest material that they had ever encountered. The sensation sent a slight shiver through my body. I was not prepared for these pants to feel as good as they did. 

When my feet reached the bottom and into the sewn on booties; it felt like they were encased in a fuzzy warm hug. With every step that I took, I felt like I was walking on a cloud. My legs felt so cozy in the thick material of the pajamas after having been exposed to the cold air of the room for a few minutes. As I took a few steps forward, I could hear the material of the diaper crinkle as the seat of the pajamas rubbed against it. 

I walked around the room some more to get used to the many sensations I was experiencing for the first time. Despite how embarrassed I felt about how I must have looked, everything I was experiencing admittedly felt kind of good. I kind of liked these footed pajamas. ‘What is wrong with you?’, the cynical part of my mind wondered.

“Jimmy, are you alright in there?” Pamela said from the other side of the closed door. “Do you need any help? I could send Grace in if you need any assistance, she’s a trained professional.” 

“I’m fine!” I yelled back, snapping back to the reality of my situation. “I just finished getting dressed, I’ll be out in a second!”