I walk to the bathroom and manage to take the duck tape off. It was almost a struggle, but the tape was made for a 10 year old’s body, not mine. I went ahead and used the toilet, and put the diaper back on. This time, I somewhat taped it again to avoid it falling off.
Walking back to the living room, I realized how big of a mess I made with spreading all the stuff I bought around the floor. It wasn’t going to be smart for me to leave it around, so I started to clean.
The diaper, training pants, and pull-up boxes went into my closet. All the clothes I’ve gotten out were either placed back into a box, into the closet, or just on a bed. My dad’s clothes were just placed on his bed, since I wasn’t planning on sleeping on it.
When I was finished cleaning, I realized I was practically 4 years old. I was going to tape the diaper to fit me, but there was duck tape instead of diaper tapes. I took off that diaper and threw it away. Then I grabbed another diaper and thought, “I should actually perform a diaper change” and went through my idea.
I grabbed a towel, the baby powder, and placed the unfolded out diaper on the towel. Then I laid on the diaper while I powdered all the ‘nooks and crannies’ on my diapered area. The powder was meant to help me avoid rashes and chafing, so the places that were going to have rashes were going to be the best place to powder.
After powdering, I taped the diaper together and got up. I looked in the mirror and saw how decently well I diapered myself.
I walked back downstairs and watched tv again. My stomach was starting to show signs of hunger, and I realized a 4 year old couldn’t cook. I thought of all my options, and even considered eating the sandwich again.