Mitchell entered the office, his grey school blazer slightly crumpled from the day's events. His heterochromic eyes, one blue and one green, scanned the room briefly before settling on the middle-aged man behind the desk. The man, Mr. Thompson, greeted him with a welcoming nod, his expression kind but professional.

"Is something wrong?" Mitchell inquired, his voice a mix of curiosity and concern. Mr. Thompson shook his head, indicating the small matter at hand. "It's just about organizing your work uniform," he replied, referencing the note Mitchell had marked about his incontinence.

Mr. Thompson placed a packet of sky-blue swim diapers on the desk, explaining they were part of Mitchell's lifeguard uniform. Mitchell nodded, showing no hesitation or discomfort. He appreciated the practicality and foresight.

Mitchell took off his tie, skirt, shoes, socks, and purple diaper, trying on the new swim diaper. It fit perfectly, and he felt a sense of relief wash over him. Mr. Thompson assured him that a supply in his size would be ready for the next day.

Mitchell dressed again, opting to keep the swim diaper on, feeling more confident already. He thanked Mr. Thompson for his understanding and support before leaving the office, a new chapter of his life just beginning.