Looking for the route through the rabbit hole

You just finished the first date you’ve had in a long time. With the most amazing woman you’ve ever met. She’s witty, hilarious and has a warm energy to her.

You decide to do the gentlemanly thing and walk her back to her place. The days still young and there’s still sunlight in the sky. She asks if you wanna come in for a coffee. You say that you would love to.

Once in side you feel a change in her energy, more playful. Maybe she wants to fool around a little, but you’re hesitant not forgetting the padded prison that lies beneath your pants.

You see her start to reach for the buttons on your jeans. Before you can even react she has already undone the button.

She notices the pink waist band. She bins to ask “what’s this thick pink waistband you have riding up so high?” Just as the pants begin to drop around your ankles. Then it dawns on her, you’re wearing a diaper.

She brings to smile and laugh. You feel the weight of the laughter on your chest.

She smirks and says “you remind me of the children I used to babysit for. I’m sorry but I don’t think I can do anything with you… I’d feel like I’m doing something immoral or illegal”