An Evening To Herself

She'd been waiting for this for weeks. Natalie eyed the closet. At twenty-six years old and still living with her parents(curse this economy for killing her dreams of moving out before she could legally drink in the states!), she'd never got any real privacy. When Natalie's parents told her that they'd been invited to a wedding and that since they themselves only knew the happy couple casually Natalie didn't need to come, she jumped at the opportunity for some alone time.

When she found out she was going to have an entire afternoon alone, she immediately started planning. She'd spent years wondering when, if ever, she'd get the chance to indulge like this. It wasn't quite as good as fifteen-year-old Natalie had hoped, but twenty-six-year-old Natalie knew when to just take what she could get and work with it.

The clock ticked agonizingly slow. Natalie triple checked that she'd done everything she was able to do while her parents were still here. She didn't want to be in the way by doing chores while they were still getting ready. The package was sitting safely in the closet. Natalie was as ready as she'd ever been to dig it out. Really, there was nothing to do for now but wait. She'd waited over a dozen years now, but these seconds were killing her.

Over a dozen years of dreaming. Over a dozen years of reading fanfiction. Over a dozen years of seeing and drawing pictures in secrecy. The use of forums to talk with other people who share this secret was more recent.

All-in-all, Natalie felt like she was going to burst.

That sounded a little ironic... but it wasn't that clever.

"Alright, we're heading out, Natalie," Her father's voice called from the front door.

"Have a wonderful afternoon on your own!" Her mother's voice followed. Natalie planned to take this opportunity by the balls. The rest of the day was under her control, now.

"Have fun!" Natalie shouted in response. "Don't die!"

With a laugh, they were gone.

Instantly, Natalie was in her closet, pulling out her prize. A pack of adult diapers, and a tiny container of baby powder. She'd asked around for what to look for to find what will probably work with her shape, and ordered them to be delivered in discreet packaging. And here they were, shiny plastic exposed to the open air. Natalie ripped open the plastic case, pulling out a diaper. She didn't get anything else baby-ish, so it'd be easier to hide and she could probably get some later if she decided she wanted to take this a step further. Baby wipes were something she already had, as she preferred it over toilet paper, so that wasn't an issue.

Natalie was quick to run to the bathroom. She was interested in feeling fresh when she got into her diaper. The thought of it being "her diaper" made her heart flutter. She wiped herself down and got to work diapering herself. She laid the diaper out, and lowered herself into it. Leaning back, she applied the baby powder, and summoned all the precision and cognitive abilities she had to ensure a good fit. Hopefully, this would make up for her lack of practical experience.

She carefully smoothed out the diaper as she had it wrapped around her hips, before taping the way she was instructed by some helpful folks on the forum. She sat up with a crinkle, and felt the padding snugly wrapped around her bottom.

This was so awesome!

Natalie suppressed a squeal of glee. Sure, she'd known she had sexual feelings about diapers for a long time now, but she was delighted to feel just how comfortable this thing was! She stood up, put the baby powder on the counter, and exited the bathroom as if she were walking on air.

She checked the time on her phone, 2:12 pm, and set an alarm for 10 pm. Her parents were getting home late, and this gave her time to hide all the evidence before they got back.