" Well I think I can do something about that honey, come with me." I followed Patti along the high street until we came to a narrow side street. Parke... half way up the road was a large dark blue delivery van." Patti touched my arm and said," You wait here a minute sugar, I'll be right back." I watched as Patti sashayed away, her hips moving under her skirt causing her arse to sway from side to side. God she was making me so bloody horny. True to her word, she was back in no time, waving a set. I opened the underweardrawer of my dresser and pulled out one of the disposable Goodnites Momhad bought me. Why couldn't I just be normal, and stop wetting the bedlike some little kid?GREENEveryone could see them. There was nothing I could do about it. Thick,bulky diapers under my plaid skirt. After my accident in class, the schoolsaid that for sanitary reasons, I had to wear a diaper. Trauma-inducedstress incontinence, they called it. Even if nobody said anything, I knewthey were staring.. Her name was actually Mariel and since our company really frowned on employees having relationships, we both were really careful. That and the fact that she was married made it necessary that we kept our little secret. There were no repeats of our little affair much to my dismay. Marier was so fucking hot. When ever I saw her my cock would twitch, remembering where it had been.A couple of months later there was an issue with one of Mariel's corporate clients. We were going to have to fly. A few hotels I frequent know me better as Emma. When traveling by trainfrom city to city, I often travel as Emma, so I am checking in as Emma.I register just with the first initial, which coincides with mybusiness credit card. The fact is, I am spending so much time as Emma,that my daily mannerism and speech are becoming more and more feminine.Even when I am in Evan mode, I catch myself using my well-practicedhigher octave feminine voice and my hand and arm movements are equallyfeminine.My.