I let AI write my story about a man becoming a sissy

Ch 25

As soon as they arrived back at the hotel, Mia dropped them off and bid them farewell. John's wife quickly ushered the kids to their room, leaving John alone with his thoughts. He knew what his wife wanted to talk about, and he didn't blame her. He had been humiliated in front of strangers and now the whole world could potentially know his secret.

His wife closed the door to their room and turned to face him, a mixture of anger and concern on her face. "What the hell was that, John? You can't just let Mia do that to you in public like that. We have kids, a reputation to uphold."

John hung his head, feeling ashamed. "I know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I didn't even know she was going to do that."

His wife sighed and softened her tone. "I know you didn't, but we have to be careful from now on. It's already hard enough for us as it is, we don't want any more embarrassments."

John nodded, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. He was glad his wife wasn't angry with him anymore, and he knew she was right.

His wife walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Let's get you changed and ready for bed, okay?"

John nodded and followed her to their bedroom. She helped him out of his dress and removed his wet diaper, replacing it with a fresh one. She then picked out a pair of pajamas for him, a soft pink onesie with a cute cartoon unicorn on it.

As she dressed him, John couldn't help but feel comforted by her touch. He was still ashamed of what had happened earlier, but he knew he could always count on his wife to be there for him.

Once he was all dressed, she tucked him into bed and kissed him on the forehead. "I love you, John. Don't ever forget that."

"I love you too," he replied, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep, feeling grateful for his wife's unwavering love and support.

John was woken up by his wife, who let him know that the breakfast buffet was closing soon. So they went down in their pajamas.

As the family walked into the hotel restaurant, they quickly realized that they weren't the only ones still in their pajamas. In fact, a few families had the same idea, coming down for breakfast in their cozy attire. John's wife took the lead and led the family to a table.

John sat down, feeling the wetness of his diaper reminding him of the embarrassing situation from the previous night. His wife noticed the uncomfortable look on his face and gave him a reassuring smile. As she sat down, John's youngest daughter Emma clambered onto his lap.

Suddenly, John's son Ethan tensed up, catching the attention of his parents. Two teenage girls, around Ethan's age, were approaching their table. John recognized them from the elevator and figured they were staying on the same floor as them.

"Excuse me," one of the girls said, addressing John. "We saw the interview with Mia, and we were wondering where you got your diapers from. We want to be like her."

John felt his face flush with embarrassment as his wife's eyes widened in surprise. He quickly cleared his throat and stuttered, "I...uh...I'm not sure. I didn't buy them myself."

His wife leaned over and whispered, "Maybe you should tell them you can't help them with that."

John nodded in agreement, "I'm sorry, I can't help you with that."

The girls' faces fell, but they quickly regained their composure, thanking John and his family before making their way back to their own table.

Ethan was relieved but also disappointed that the girls didn't approach him. His mother gave him a knowing smile, which only made him blush even harder.

The family ordered their breakfast, and as they waited for their food, John couldn't help but feel self-conscious about his wet diaper. He hoped no one would notice, but he knew it was a possibility.

As they finished up their breakfast and made their way back up to their room, John's wife suggested that he go change his diaper. John nodded and followed her to the room, grateful for her understanding and support.