Well, my husband has graduated to just undies. His stools have hardened up and he is doing his "butt" exercises faithfully, and walking slowly on the treadmill to get those glutes in better shape.
He's such a trooper. He never minded his "baggies" as he called them. He said it was better than an accident and gave him some peace of mind. We did joke about the situation, and thankfully, it is more normal now.
But I still have some in the closet, just in case.