In Gratitube Act Five: Healin’ and Dealin’
Two weeks passed before I felt comfortable leaving my sanctuary to venture into the real world. I plugged the supra-pubic catheter and carefully secured it in my fiancée-designed, custom-made, inside the waistband, semi-sterile (not even) samurai pouch.
I presumed that no one in the restaurant could tell I was packin’ (a catheter, not a pistol/piss tool).
Using my Diaper Dude super powers (Act Four), I began visualizing and imagining all of...
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