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. Looking at the way the padding between my legs forcedme to waddle. How it crinkled with each step. Why wouldn't they stare? Iwas a freak. Some asshole had glued a pacifier to my locker. Ha ha. What ajoke, Tammy, the. I slid off the shorts and found my jeans and T-shirt. I put on my sock from the night before and the other shoe. After putting on my shoulder rig, I brushed my hair back and finally took a leak. When I opened the door, Bobby was in jeans trying to keep the DC peoples’ hands off the patio door.I looked at John and said, “Haven’t these guys watched any crime scene videos or had any training? They’re like a bunch of kindergarten kids.”John hollered, “Get away from the door. If your prints are on. “I need a couple doors repaired that are sticking, can you do that sort of thing?” The voice asked.“Yes I can,” I said, “when is the best time to come do the work?”“Can you come over tomorrow morning?” The person asked.“Yes,” I said, “all I need is an address.”The voice gave me an address and said tomorrow morning would work best and told me where to find a key as “I may not be available when you arrive.”I was pleased to have my first opportunity so went to the address given. It was a small. He was very cute and I could tell he was a little nervous. He kept stealing looks at my tits which I thought was cute. He was built really well and I actually found myself wondering about the size of his cock. Was I really doing this? It was almost like an out of body experience. I knew I was a guy, but for right now I couldn't help myself. I was a female. As we talked I rested my hand on his thigh and I felt him shudder. We danced some more and as the night wore on we drank more until we were.