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You know, it’s funny how things change. I never really thought about who was stronger until one day we were play-wrestling and I just… pinned him. Like, easily. And he just looked up at me with this shocked little face. That’s when I knew. The whole dynamic just flipped right then. Yeah, totally. After that, something just clicked in me. I started getting really bossy, telling him what to do around the apartment. 'Go get me a drink.' 'Massage my feet.' And he'd just do it, no backtalk. It was like I found this new part of myself that loves being in charge. So the diaper thing... that was the real test. I brought it up one night, just being playful, like 'Hey, you should wear one of these for me.' I thought he'd laugh it off or something. But he completely froze. He said it was too far, that it was degrading. I honestly didn't get why he was making such a big deal out of it. To me, it's just another way to play. It's not like I was hurting him. I told him, 'It's just a bit of fun, don't be so dramatic.' He tried to refuse, really put his foot down for the first time ever. He started whining, 'Please, no, don't make me do this.' I just shook my head and gave him a little pat on the cheek. 'Oh, hush now,' I said. 'You're being such a fussy baby. If you're going to pout and carry on, then you need to be dressed for the part.' He let out this big, defeated sigh because he knew there was no talking his way out of it. He just stood there perfectly still while I snugged the tapes up, his face all red and scrunched up like a little kid who got told it's bedtime. And I'm thinking, look at you getting so worked up over a little bit of padding.