In this reality, I had quickly grown out of bedwetting and wearing diapers in general. It always, now more than ever, interested me to know how life would have been being a bedwetter. Choosing the pampers and guaranteeing to wet was the most logical choice for that.
I got undressed and put on the diapers. While initially, it was small, it fit in seconds. The astronaut pajama was the most appealing one, so I chose to wear it. After that I went directly to bed, so nobody could see me.
As I was very stressed, I couldn't sleep until the house was completely quiet. You remembered the instructions: writing an age on the front of the diaper would make it that you wouldn't have dry nights until then, and peeing and pooping the diaper before sleep could provoke unexpected transformations. After standing up and searching for a pen, you wrote 25 in front of the diaper. It seemed like a long time, but who knows, you may enjoy it.
Another thing you wanted to do before finally sleeping, was to try to wet and mess the diaper. While it proved harder than imagined, you managed both. It was quite uncomfortable and full, but sleeping in it was mandatory. You finally, for a second time, went into your bed without disturbing anyone else. You couldn't wait for tomorrow, but now you had to dream.