Cassie stared at the diapers for just a moment, then shook her head and laughed inwardly. That was certainly one way to waste her money. She wondered just why they had caught her eye when everything else in the shop must have looked more interesting. But somehow, as she continued to stare, it was as if that package was the most interesting thing she'd ever seen.
She forced herself to walk away and study another shelf. An ancient coin, rubber gloves, a packet of Christmas cards...
Don't look at them, she told herself, before looking over her shoulder at the package. They're just diapers! She imagined phoning Mark and Beth later.
"A thrift store? That's an interesting way to spend your afternoon. What'd you get?"
"Oh, you know, just a package of diapers..."
"Pretty sure that there's no way to say it without sounding stupid," she mumbled. A mother with two small children frowned at her, as if talking to oneself was illegal.
Cassie took a deep breath, and grabbed the package. It crinkled as she wrapped her hand around the folded diapers, and she almost ran to the till to buy it before someone noticed. A blonde, handsome young man was helping an elderly customer finish putting their items in a plastic bag, and for a moment she forgot what she was holding. He's kind of cute, she thought. The man turned to her.
"Can I help you?" he asked, and smiled. Cassie's stomach fluttered, but she stepped forward.
"Hi, I'd like to buy... this..." she said, tailing off as she remembered what she was holding. Oh god. He's going to laugh at me isn't he.
The man's gaze lowered to the diapers, but his smile didn't fade or change. "Okay then," he said simply, and that was that. She handed over a few coins (so cheap!), and ran outside.
As she drove back home, Cassie felt a sense of shame descending on her. Had she really just bought adult diapers? She hadn't wet the bed since she was 13, and that was just a one time accident! She didn't need them! Her imagined conversation between her friends faded back into her mind, and she had an urge to toss her new purchase out of the window.
But as she glanced over at the diapers beside her, sitting patiently in the passenger seat, she fought back the urge to laugh. So what? She might find a use for them. Somehow.
She pulled up beside her parent's house, and walked inside. It didn't sound like there was anyone home, and that suited Cassie just fine. She walked into the lounge, where there was a large mirror hanging on one wall. This would be perfect. To stop neighbours from seeing what she was doing, she closed the curtains, and then proceeded to lower her jeans.
Once she had done that and removed her underwear, she reached out for the package slowly, tentatively, as if it were a wild animal that might bite. She pulled a diaper out, and ran her fingers over it. So soft! Then a thought occurred to her, and she sniffed it. No unpleasant odors. Good. She might think herself crazy for even putting on a diaper, but here she was doing it. There was no way she was going to put on a dirty one.
She unfolded it and slowly, very slowly, began to fix it onto herself. It felt so snug up against her skin, and although at the back of her mind she felt very stupid for doing this, she couldn't help but feel exhilaration. She felt like a child doing something naughty and not being caught, and she grinned impishly.
There. Tapes were fastened. She studied herself in the mirror. The sight of her standing half clothed with a diaper quite visible underneath made her want to laugh. This could be a lot of fun! And it was so comfortable too! Her smile faded as she began to study her appearance further. At 4'11", Cassie was very sensitive about her height, and this was the first thought that ran through her mind when it came to her appearance and what she'd like to change if possible.
"I've always been too short," she said out loud. There was nobody around to hear her, anyway. "Wish I was bigger."
A tingle ran down her spine, but she shook it off. She mentally scolded herself. This would do no good for her self esteem. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them back on, but she frowned as she realised they felt a bit tight on her. "Funny, they fit me fine a moment ago. Hope I don't need to think about a diet." She forgot all about her tighter jeans, and grabbed her phone, wondering what Mark and Beth were up to.