Making my Sissy self a necklace!

And then I looked at the open cabinet. The stack of nappies sitting there—thick, crinkly, printed. Waiting.

I didn’t pretend I was too old, or too grown-up. I just laid out the mat, powdered myself, and taped up tight, sealing away what little pride I had left.

I just stood there, helpless, flooding my underwear like a toddler who never learned. My socks got wet. The floor puddled beneath me. It felt like forever.

Afterward, I had to walk to the bathroom in soaked clothes, leaving a trail behind me. I peeled everything off and threw it in the sink.

I told myself I didn’t need a nappy today. I felt confident. I’d been dry for a few hours, and I thought maybe I was getting some control back. So I put on regular undies. I barely lasted 20 minutes

My bladder gave me about 3 seconds of warning before I felt the warmth spreading down my legs.

Spike definitely needs a smaller cage!

Have you tried Dangerfield?