[#229] A Baby's Gotta Do...

A Rugrats group costume?  For Halloween?  I guess that could be fun.  Or at least, that's what I thought.

After drawing straws, I was stuck with Tommy.  At first, I was excited!  The main character, right?  But it quickly dawned on me what Tommy's costume entailed.  Chuckie and Phil had shorts.  Lil had a dress.  But Tommy?  Just a t-shirt and a diaper.  I had some research to do...

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I even tried messaging Kola about trades, I would easily do Lil! But here I was, doing Tommy. I had a shirt in the right color, that part was easy. But when I went to the store to look for some adult diapers, nothing fit the aesthetic - it all looked far too medical. Which was... fine. I came home dejected, and spent all night looking up diapers online. Something plain white...

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When I got the package in the mail the next week, I didn't know what to expect.  I'd never worn an adult diaper before, and I wasn't sure that they were meant to be so... large.  The padding was thick and the plastic was crinkly.  And they only came in packages of 12, to make matters worse.  What was I supposed to do with twelve diapers?  But after wasting a few for practice putting them on, I was glad I had some spares.

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There was some level of pride that came with doing something right, with not cheaping out, cheating on the project, or half assing it. I had legit like three things to get right for Tommy Pickles, so I was determined to be the best. And these diapers were pretty comfortable, too

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I bought a Reptar doll online and even a tiny Tommy plush to carry around, just in case people didn't understand the costume.  After that, I decided to get used to the diaper a little bit; why take it off now?  I had to adjust to the thickness, the crinkling, and the strange comfort.  That night, before bed, I used the toilet and taped myself into a fresh diaper.  Why not, right?  But tomorrow was the big day.

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We met at my house, one by one, ready to carpool to the party. Nobody else had worn a diaper. Nobody else had put the effort in that I'd put in. Nobody else had wet themselves in the middle of the night, either, to get into the spirit of this. And nobody else was going to know how freeing it really was to be Tommy Pickles. I pulled a screwdriver out from my diaper and pointed to the door.

"A baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do"