Nate waddled in his bulky diaper around his room for a moment looking for his clothes, then went to the wicker basket in the corner and lifted the lid. The sight of an empty hamper greeted him. This was getting weird he thought.
The caught himself and smiled. "I called a phone number and told a stranger I wanted to wear diapers, and now I am stuck in one and appear to be about a decade younger than before. But finding my clothes missing is weird?" He talked to himself in a normal matter-of-fact tone and somehow saying it out loud made him feel better. "I asked for this. I got what I asked for. Why am I freaking out. I should enjoy this right?" He said to the empty clothes basket. He plopped the lid back on and smiled, rubbing his hand down the front of his diaper again, only this time letting himself enjoy it. The feeling of the smooth plastic, the cool padding, the pressure and bulk of it. He ran a hand over his own butt at the same time feeling how soft it was. He turned and looked, and had to admit he looked kind of cute.
He broke from his reverie and looked at his dresser in the corner, obviously it had been full of socks, underwear, gym shorts, etc. but he expected to find it empty now. He crossed the room a few steps, enjoying now the feel of his diaper as he walked. Sliding the drawer on top open he held his breath for a moment, confused at not seeing it empty.
Instead he saw row after row of white plastic... he lifted one, feeling it crunch and smelling the familiar scent as a drawer filled with neatly packed diapers greeted him. His clothes were gone. He slid the diaper back in to the space among the others, like a perfect slot, and checked another drawer. Diapers, neatly packed in the drawer, and not a stitch of anything else. Nate just stared, dumbfounded, at the display. Then had a new idea. What was in his closet?
He walked hurriedly with an excitement in his eyes as he looked at the closet door on the other side of his bathroom. His fantasy was really precise. He wanted to wear diapers, and so all his clothes had vanished, and he had a diaper. If he couldn't take this one off though, why did he have so many extras? His hand landed on the closet door and he pulled it open, laying his eyes on stack and stack of clean white diapers. Neatly stacked just like the drawers there were only diapers now, his hangers were gone, all of his suits were gone. He looked down, and saw no shoes either.
He chewed his lip a little while he surveyed the full shelves of the closet. This was going to be difficult, with no clothes to wear over this diaper he would certainly have a hard time just doing basic things. Wait, the phone, he could just call that number and tell them he wanted to change his mind right? Nate looked down at his own diaper and massaged the front of it again, enjoying the feeling one last time as he turned and headed to get his phone in the living room...