I just got back from my trip, and I know you were up to things you weren't supposed to be boyfriend, so I picked up a few things. I mean, since I have to treat you like you're a quarter of your age, might as well embrace it. What did I pick up, you ask? Well, since I know you didn't keep that tiny beta dick diapered while I was gone, I got you some new scented big boy diapers, a onesie in your size, and a locking diaper cover! That's right, and I found a tiny shop made for diaper losers like you. You don't deserve to go around with big boy underwear on, being able to reach in and play with "Mr. Winky" whenever you want. You deserve to be locked in your dirty diapers for as long as I want!