“He won't notice anything?”

“Nope, not a thing. It'll all seem perfectly normal to him.”

“How is that possible?”

“It just is.”

“I'd like to see it.”

“We'll be out of here no later than 5. I'll beep you when we're ready to go.”

“It's unbelievable.”

“You'll see.”

The door opened.

“What is she doing here?” Wyatt asked.

“I was just leaving.”

“Goodbye then.”

“Don't worry about her. You had better hurry, we have to be there soon,” Wyatt's wife Kendra reminded him.

“I know when it is.”

“You have to take a shower and get dressed.”

“I know, I know.”

“I left you an outfit on the bed.”

“Don't worry about me. Just make sure you're dressed on time.”

“I just have to add a few touches and I'm done.”

“So you say.”

Six-foot-one Wyatt moved quickly to the bedroom. He acknowledged the outfit waiting for him on the bed as he passed it on the way to the bathroom. He removed his shoes as he went and then took off his suit jacket and slacks. The suit went into the special laundry bag which would be dropped off at the dry cleaners at another time. His oxford shirt and tie would go into the regular hamper along with his boxers and undershirt.

Before stepping into the shower, the 205-pound man brushed his teeth quickly and then spit out the toothpaste into the sink. He didn't have time to shave after the shower so he would shave during the. He only had a 5 o'clock shadow so it wouldn't be too much of a problem.

Wyatt turned on the shower. Adjusted the temperature to his liking and stepped in. He grabbed the bar of soap and washed his already wet chest. He moved to his stomach and then to his crotch. He didn't need to wash his hair, so he made sure to keep his hair dry. He shaved his face last, using his hands to make sure he shaved his entire face.

Exiting the shower, Wyatt dried himself off and used a healthy dose of deodorant under his arms before getting dressed. He combed his hair and returned to his bedroom. He again saw the outfit that his wife had left for him. One outfit was much like another, so he decided to wear it. If he didn't like it or he wanted to spite his wife, he would choose different apparel.

Naked, Wyatt picked up the clean disposable diaper and unfolded it. He extended the wings as far as they would go.

“Do I need powder?” Wyatt asked himself. “Sure, why not.”

He put the diaper down and returned to the bathroom to retrieve the powder. He sprayed a liberal amount into the diaper. The dust of the powder left a pleasant aroma in the room. Wyatt positioned the diaper on the edge of the bed, pulled open the reusable tabs, then sat upon it. He made sure the tabs were on the side farthest from the edge. Once the diaper was under his butt, Wyatt pulled up the front of the diaper hiding his genitals. Then he reached behind himself to wrap the diaper around his hips. There were two tabs on each side of the diaper. Wyatt fastened the left bottom tab first and then the right. It was loose around his leg, but he would adjust that later. He secured the topmost tabs next and stood up. Now that he was sure that the diaper wouldn't fly off him, he opened the bottom tabs again and pulled them taught around his legs. A moment later he did the same thing with the topmost tabs. The diaper was secure around his butt and crotch.

There were only two more pieces of clothing to put on: a pair of opaque cotton white tights and a silk dress. Wyatt decided it was easier to pull the tights up before putting on the dress. He sat on the bed. His diapers made a crinkling sound as he sat. He knew the proper way to put on tights by rolling them in his fingers and then placing them over his toes and feet. He pulled them up in no time. They went right up and over the diaper.

“DAMN,” Wyatt thought as he removed the tights again.

“I forgot the plastic panties.” The panties were hidden under the dress.

“Kendra should have left them in plain sight,” he mused with annoyance.

The plastic panties zipped right up his legs. They were even noisier than the diaper, but they were necessary.

Wyatt had to sit down again to put on the tights. Cotton tights weren't as stretchy as nylon ones. This made it a bit harder to get the tights over both layers of diaper and plastic panties.

Wyatt liked the dress that Kendra had chosen. It was a special occasion white dress with ruffle trim and Swiss dots detail in a style typically worn by toddlers. A round neck, sleeveless, and a self-tie waist made it easy to simply slip over his head. The problem was the buttons in the back. He could button the highest two, but the third button he couldn't reach.

“Kendra!” Wyatt called, “can you help me?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

Wyatt motioned with his hands. "I can't get that last button.”

“OK, I got it.”

“Thank you,” Wyatt said sarcastically. He wished she would have selected a dress that was easier to fasten.

Kendra seeing her husband almost fully dressed in toddler apparel smiled.

“Anything else?”

“No, I can manage.”

Kendra left the room to complete her own preparations.

The accessories were the last thing to wear. Wyatt took the bow headband and placed it over his head and behind his ears. He completed his outfit with a unicorn necklace.

Wyatt picked up his white maryjane shoes and walked barefoot to find Kendra.

“Aren't you ready yet?”

“I'm just finishing up. You can wait in your stroller. I'll be just a minute.

“Fine.”

Wyatt moved to his stroller. He saw his favorite doll in its seat. He picked it up and lay down. He amused himself by sucking his thumb as he waited for Kendra.

Kendra was indeed almost ready. She was wearing her scarlet red faux leather zip-up dress. It was strapless with a zipper that cut the dress in half. It was perfect for getting dressed and undressed in seconds. The dress only descended to the upper thigh. She wore it with a red thong and black fishnet stockings. On her feet were four-inch heeled sandals. The makeup she wore over the face was seemingly caked on with a trowel. Her lips were bright glossy red, her eyes dark and smoky with as long fake eyelashes as there were. She looked like a hooker.

She walked out, taking short mincing steps on her exceptionally long high heels.

“Ready to go?”

Wyatt took his thump out of his mouth long enough to say, “Yeah!” and then he returned it to his mouth. His other arm was hugging his dolly.

“Shouldn't you put on your shoes?”

“Later.”

“Suit yourself.”

Wyatt removed his thumb from its mouth once again and folded his hands across his chest. His dolly was still under his arm.

Kendra reached for her phone.

“I'm ready to go.”

“OK, one second.”

Kendra messaged her friend that they were about to leave. Then she opened the door and pushed Wyatt out into the hallway. They had an appointment with Dr. Morris.

End