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You used to be so proud of your independence. Look at you now. Strapped securely into a thick, plastic-backed diaper because I've decided you can no longer be trusted with your own bladder. The crinkle is loud every time you shift, a constant reminder of your new reality. That confidence you used to carry, that swagger, it’s been stripped away, replaced by this bulky padding. I know you can feel the difference when you walk; it forces your legs apart just slightly, a subtle but undeniable change in your posture. You look down at yourself sometimes, don't you? At that smooth white plastic covering what used to be your pride. You remember being in control, making all your own decisions. Now, I make them for you. The simple act of relieving yourself is no longer yours to command. It's humbling because it’s necessary. Your body belongs to me now, and I will keep it safe, clean, and properly contained. There’s a strange peace in that surrender, isn't there? Knowing you don't have to worry about accidents or control anymore. All you have to do is accept your place.