Flying high not dry

A new mission, a new set of problems.

I started to get out of bed when a pain hit me, sitting still for a few hours straight always leaves a strained feeling in my gut whenever I move. Dispite this pain I moved out of bed to see a box sitting on my drawer, it was six custom made uniforms for me and my...special condition.

The top was similar to a regular flight suit but where the normal pants legs would be there was a long pleated skirt that went down below my knees. I marveled at it for a few minutes before getting interrupted by a small intercom in my room

"Sora windelnasse is required in interview room one" it blared as I pulled one of the the new jumpsuits on, air flowing free around my legs. As I walked to the room I remembered something

I never took that diaper off and the shit in it was rubbing against me with every step. I would like to say that I'd never shit myself before nor worn a diaper but that would be more then a lie since I've loaded my panties on three separate occasions

College Cheerleading practice

It was pretty terrible being at the top if the pyramid and letting people see a lump the size of an apple in my briefs.

My graduation speech

I have the bad habit of...well needed to shit when I get nervous thankfully those robes cover a lot.

And most embarrassingly on a trampoline with one of my friends

I tried a flip messed up the flip messed my panties as well, terrible on its own worse part is that I landed on one of my friends face rear first.

But that was the past now is the present, a present where I need to go to interview room one. I entered the boring room, it was a pretty normal room with cheap carpets, a fancy table, and three of my superiors. We exchanged the standard greetings and I had to explain the issues with the experimental craft, and of course I didn't mention the mishap involving my piss and my panties. Otherwise it was very ordinary besides one thing, one of the other pilots, Rhett Romeo. Something didn't feel quite right about her, namely that I think that she is a him.

Rhett practically had it written all over them from a deep voice too her face, they have a deep heavy set brow and a strong nose with thin lips and an angled jawline. That combined with short choppy hair and the distinct lack of breasts. The most damming part? When talking to the pilots who are pretty much all female I may add, Rhett had a fucking crotch budge. I've seen it myself and no I didn't mean in the pervy way. Now the reason I bring this up now is because Rhett was assigned to make a three stop trip around the country in a plane with some new fangled technology inside. Normally I would dread this, but the combined feelings of:

Getting a chance to prove Rhett is a guy.

Pissing myself in-front of said guy.

As I left the room I started to think about what Lillian said 9 people in this base wear diapers and I had a pretty good idea who

Soraya, Anna, and Sadie were pretty likely since they all shared a room together and Had double laundry duty.

Harlow was one for sure, she hung around Lillian a lot and probably was assistant changer or something.

Beretta and Roxanna were another pair of probables

Then there was—my thought had been interrupted by the rude slam of a door, I had reached the mess hall. And the proprietor was none other then Rhett. I just walked on in before the door shut.

Sitting down at one of the tables for breakfast gave me a rude reminder that I was still wearing a shitted diaper. I slammed down two cups of coffee and filled a thermos after I ate. Soon after I got a bag together for the flight and looked over everything: