She couldn't waste a single second. Her partner was busy preparing dinner in the kitchen, but there was still the chance that could still pop in to check on her at any moment. She closed the bedroom door behind her, knowing that locking it would draw undesirable suspicion.
It had been months since she'd even caught a glimpse of them, and even longer since she could last remember that wonderful feeling. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the dresser. She held her breath with anticipation.
Now, where did her partner put them? Top drawer, with her partner's socks and underwear? No dice. Not mixed in a drawer down with the t-shirts, either. She turned to look through her partner's nightstand.
Got it! Right there, just as she'd remembered them. In a box in her partner's nightstand, the entire time. Her panties. Or, the panties that used to be hers, anyway.
Her hands trembled with excitement as she opened the box, pulling out an adorable pair covered with cheerful prints of assorted fruit. She turned them over in her hands, sighing contentedly at the almost-forgotten sensation, remembering a time when she wore them daily. Or even at all.
Too excited to bother with the tapes, she ripped her diaper off, throwing it to the floor with a squishy thud. She grabbed a wipe from the changing supplies on the dresser and quickly cleaned herself up.
This was it. She was going to try them on. Just for a second. Just to see. Just to remember.
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This was it. She was going to try them on. Just for a second. Just to see. Just to remember.