Name: Diapered Cherub Ages: 18+ Current Age: 30 Hello, I am a Diaper Lover. I've worn diapers off and on nearly all my life. I enjoy my diapers so much I have at times taken risks to be in them as often as I can. The following is a TRUE page taken from my personal journal. It has been edited in the sense that no names, or identifiable locations are mentioned (only my original journal contains those). Anyhow, this is my account of what can happen when you wear your diapers to work. "Almost in trouble" I have always had this fear that wearing diapers to work under my uniform would eventually get me into trouble. Well last Friday it almost did. As I’ve said before in many previous entries, I have a thing for diapers. I was in an aroused mood one day and as a result had decided to wear diapers under my security uniform to work. Well before I put my doubled-up diaper on (two Attends) I wrote on the outside of the top diaper with permanent markers of various colors, “Baby boy” and other such messages. This added to the thrill of wearing my diapers to work. When I got to where I normally work, I discovered I had been scheduled to work another location. This irritated me quite a bit as I was not in the mood to go walking up and down the stairwells and across several floors of a building while diapered. Disgruntled and irritated, I got back in my car and drove to the new location. I thought my day had already encountered its worst proverbial bump in the road; oh how wrong I was. When I was walking by the security office my supervisor opened the door and called me inside. At first I thought my co-workers had ratted on me, as I had said a few unkind words to them as I departed the previous work location; but this had nothing to do with unkind words. My supervisor smiled and told me I had to go pee; which meant I had been randomly selected to go take a company drug screen test. Right then you could have knocked me over with a feather. I tried to maintain a calm appearance, but inwardly I was beginning to panic. My supervisor began to give me directions to the drug-testing site. Then it dawned on me, I was so distracted, I had totally missed his directions. Because this was an official drug screen test I knew my trip there would be timed therefore I had to know exactly where this place was. I was feeling panic fill me while trying to keep a calm outward appearance. I was desperately trying to figure out a way to get out of my diaper before I got to the drug-testing site, yet without taking too much time in getting there. I felt trapped and almost certain my diaper fetish would soon be exposed. I was loaned a company car, to save me from using my own gas, but this kind gesture prevented me from taking my diapers off and throwing them in my back seat. I was in a game of high-stakes chess and I was losing badly. So, with the clock running and no way to get out of my diapers I proceeded to the drug-testing site. Once there I went to the front desk to sign in. Although I was diapered normally, I felt I was wearing a diaper so think everyone was noticing. When I walked normally I felt like I was waddling. As I was standing at the front desk I heard a lady say, “You can wait in here and the doctor will be in shortly to see you.” I looked to my right to see a man and a medical technician walk down a hallway towards a small examination room. Once again I felt panic filling me. It was bad enough not being able to take my diapers off before arriving here, but now a doctor would see me I thought to myself. My diapers would be discovered for sure! I turned my attention back to the receptionist at the desk. Then I remembered what I had done to my diaper just before putting my uniform on over top of it; I had taken several sharpie markers of different colors and wrote things on the front of my diaper. How was I going to explain that, let alone why I was in a diaper in the first place. While I was silently and inwardly racing to find solutions to my steadily worsening dilemma the medical technician came back up the hall to the desk. The receptionist had finished signing me in and gave the usual “chain of custody” forms to the medical technician. “Follow me, please,” she said in her usual routine kind of way. Careful not to give myself away if I didn’t have to I remained silent about being in diapers and just followed the technician. She escorted me to a small examination room and told me I could wait there. As I took a seat up on the examination bed I felt certain I was soon to be found out. My mind began racing to create excuses for why I was in diapers. The most believable one I could think up was to lie to the doctor that I had a girlfriend who was kinky and did this to me as a dare. The medical technician stayed out in the hall in full view of me, to make sure I wasn’t doing anything illegal that would alter my drug test results there fore I had to remain calm in my appearance. Then the technician told me to follow her to a restroom. She handed me a plastic cup and told me how much she needed for the test. She instructed me that if she heard any flushing, or running water that it would cause my test to be scrapped. Then she shut the door, and I was alone. I thought to myself, could I possibly slip by this whole ordeal and not be discovered? I wasn’t about to open the door to ask anyone. Yet after all the stress of this situation I found I felt I had to go, so I undid my uniform pants, and managed to get myself pointed out the elastic leg of my diaper and go into the plastic cup. It was a weird and yet comical situation. Once I was finished I readjusted my diaper and pulled my uniform pants back up and fastened them into place. I then exited the restroom and handed my test to the technician. The technician then proceeded to place the test into two different test tubes and place labels on them. Much to my surprise I was informed that was all I would be required to do. Inwardly I breathed a sign of relief. As I walked back out to the company car I could not help but chuckle to myself, I had just endured what I had always thought to be a nightmare situation, and I had passed it. While I was driving back to work I remembered I had several hours of paid time off I had coming to me so when I got back to my supervisor I requested the rest of the day off. To my amazement my request was approved. While I was walking to my car I again could not help but chuckle, not only had I endured what I had always feared to happen, but I got the rest of the day off and would not have to go walking around in a building while diapered.