Posted by DiaperedDavid on July 06, 2005 at 21:45 [12.222.20.40]
Thought I would share what happened to me recently when I was wearing my Locking Plastic Pants. I thought you might enjoy reading about one of the first times I wore them…
It all started out innocently enough. I applied 3 disposable diapers. I used a Tranquility ATN diaper as the interior diaper and slit the plastic backing of it. I then applied two Attends diapers (the ones with 6 tapes and a waistband) over the Tranquility. The middle Attends diaper I slit just like the Tranquility. Inside the Tranquility I inserted an hour-glass shaped booster pad from Tranquility, and inside the Attends diapers I inserted a couple of booster type pads.
I put this triple diaper on at 4pm CST on a Sunday. Over this very thick diaper I pulled up my plastic pants. The lock for these is on the back. It was a little tricky at first, but I was able to lock the pants in place. I then tried to pull them off, and true to the advertisement for the pants, they were not moving. Cool!!
Ok, I think I am ready. This is just a test mind you. My plan was/is to have the keys sent to me in the mail. That way I will have my diapers and locking plastic pants applied the day or so before I expect the keys to be delivered.
Next step for the test… Freeze the keys in a glass of water. Not quite the feeling of helplessness as if the keys were not in my possession (ie – in the mail service), but a test nonetheless. I had timed how long it would take to melt the ice, it was several minutes.
I enjoy the evening. I have wet my diapers a couple of times. I visit a couple of chat rooms, kind of excited about my current diapered state. I turn in about midnight. I don’t set the alarms since it is a holiday (I don’t have to work – woot). I don’t sleep very well. Might be the excitement of having my first pair of locking pants on, it might be the fact that they certainly retain a lot more heat than my typical diapers do (usually just wear disposables).
I wake up early on Monday morning. I get pretty angry at myself. I have the opportunity to sleep in and I don’t use it. DOH!! I get up. I have to pee. So I do. I bet these diapers are getting pretty saturated. It is hard to tell though since I have on these milky white locking plastic pants.
After some breakfast, I retreat upstairs to my loft and get back on my computer. I play some of my favorite game (World of Warcraft) and also log onto different websites and enjoy looking around and chatting with other diaper lovers. About 11:30am I have logged back into my game and I am trying to progress on a certain quest when the last thing I think could happen – happens. My doorbell rings. Who would be at my front door at 11:30 in the morning on a holiday? More importantly, what am I going to do?
Before I go any further, something you should know. I am pretty close to my family. To that end, my mom and sister have a key and the alarm code to my house. I bail out of the game quickly and run downstairs (hoping I am not making too much noise). Besides my diapers that I am locked into, I am wearing some PJs. I look out the peephole of my front door. Oh NO!! It’s my mom and sister. I really panic !! What do I do?? I decide to go get some shower supplies. The shower in my bathroom isn’t currently working, so I have been using my guest bedroom’s bathroom. I grab my supplies and shut and lock the door and turn on the shower.
With the shower running to mask the sound, I pull and pull to try and get these locking pants off. No way is that happening! What am I going to do? Think, Think! I still struggle with the locking pants but to no avail. Ok new plan. I stick my head in the shower to get my hair wet to make it look like I had been in the shower. I turn it off. I start drying my hair some. I then hear voices from inside my house. They used their key to get in the house (just like I knew they would). Here I am, in soaked, triple diapers with lots of inserts, and locked in. I put my PJs back on and then a robe, take a deep breath and open my door. Boy is my heart racing and I am almost shaking. The girls are in my Kitchen watching some TV, waiting for me. I say some quick hellos and excuse myself to my room.
I close and lock my door. I search my room and my bathroom for something to help my out of my locked plastic pants. I even tell myself, if I ruin them, so be it… I just don’t want to get caught by my family. You see, I am pretty shy about my diaper side. No one outside of the internet has ever known about my diapers; and I sure don’t want that to change now.
Same luck as before, NONE!! I struggle some more. There is just no way these are coming off. I finally resign myself to that and start styling my hair. I then brush my teeth and put on some deodorant and then some cologne – to help mask the smell.
The façade is compete, they should believe (hopefully) I have been in the shower and now have gotten ready for the day. I step out of my room, wearing the same PJs and my robe (something that might make them think since I have not put on clothes yet) over my diapers and locking plastic pants. Again, my heart is racing. I am literally almost shaking. The girls are in my Kitchen still, watching TV and eating some of my ice cream. I have a “pass-through” from my Dining Room to my Kitchen (it is sort of like a large window or hole in the wall, but with out any glass). I step up to the pass through and start talking with them. I mention tactfully how it would have been nice for them to call before just showing up (I later realize that that would not have helped if my keys would have been in the mail service instead of being frozen in my freezer). We talk for awhile, I begin to feel somewhat comfortable but realize the real test is yet to come – when they leave. They kind of get the point that now is a bad time for a visit and begin to say our goodbyes. They have already come into the Dining Room, I just turned around and leaned against the wall. While standing at the pass-through, they could not see below my waist. Now that they are in front of me, I want to face them because my diapered state is not nearly as obvious from the front as from the rear. I begin to walk them to the front door, keeping myself behind them. My mom is affectionate and all I can think of is she will want a kiss and hug before leaving. A kiss I can deal with, but not a hug. She could have her hand dip near my waist and she might feel the chain or the plastic or the bulk. I got away with a semi-hug and a kiss. That was close. They ended up leaving. I think I pulled it off.
It is about Noon now. I can’t believe I pulled it off. I have also seriously re-thought how and when I might use the pants again. I still want to mail the keys to me, but I really need to be careful when and how I do it. I think I have found out when I will try this. I am going away for a few days later in the month. I will stop my mail service while I am gone. I will be gone from a Thursday to a Sunday. I will have my mail service begin on Monday. They will bring all my mail to me on that day. I will have sent me the key a couple of days previous; so that the key will be delivered on Monday. I will get home around 7pm on Sunday. I will apply diapers just like before. The mail will not get here until about 3 or 4pm the next day. I will be locked in them with no way out until the keys are delivered. Just hope my family doesn’t visit. LOL !!
I will let you know…
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