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" My Online Mommy / A True Story " < Chapter V > Saundra smiled at me as we walked to the parking garage and asked me if I was embarrassed, I sort of laughed it off and said not really, just a bit surprised, she smiled again and said, Yea, right? When we got to my SUV, I loaded Saundras luggage in the rear and politely asked her, Dang girl, what you got in here, BRICKS, she laughed and said, no, just little surprises for my baby boy. When we arrived back at The Circus Circus, Saundra insisted on going to the check-in desk, even though I told her, repeatedly, that I had already checked in and had gotten a room. When we got to the service counter, after waiting in line for 10 minutes, Saundra once again surprised me when she asked the counter girl ( a very attractive little brunet with green eyes and the maternal smile of an angel ), if there was any way possible we could get a plastic, waterproof sheet for our bed, further explaining while she gestured towards me, " He's fully incontinent and his night diapers tend to get really messy and leak at night, occasionally ", the counter girl just wrinkled her nose and gave me that condescending, motherly smile and said, " I'm sure we can arrange for housekeeping to remake your bed in a way that it would be fully protected, and I would like to thank you for being so considerate. Will you be headed directly to your room, if so, I can have housekeeping meet you there and you can explain the situation to them so they can provide you with what ever you need ". On our elevator ride up to our floor, Saundra was smiling and holding my hand when she told me, there was no need to be embarrassed, no matter what she did or how she treated me, she was just being a mommy and this, and what was coming, were just mommy actions and conversations, and I shouldn't be troubled or embarrassed about it, further explaining to me that babies don't get embarrassed and feel no shame, regardless of what their mommies did to, or for them, regardless of where we were or who was around, and that I should just kick back, and enjoy being a baby for the next 3 days. In as much as I thought, WOW, this could be fun, I also felt slightly embarrassed and scared, not knowing what Saundra had planned, based on what she had already done, in such a short time. I knew that Saundra also knew that part of my fetish/fantasy was to be put into embarrassing infantile situations, as long as it stayed within the confines of the law. When we got to the room, Saundra immediately opened her suitcase, the one that weighed a ton, and pulled out one of the thickest, cloth, adult diaper I had ever seen, even more so then the ones they had in that little shop in Santa Cruz, she also pulled out a pair of clear plastic pants, that looked exactly like the ones Gerber made for babies, these had the leg holes in the front of the pant, just like the Gerber brand, except these had a very light bluish tint to them, they were still transparent enough to see the diaper, but the blue tint gave them an infantile appearance. I was so mesmerized by the adult baby items Saundra had brought, I completely forgot about housekeeping coming up to our room. Saundra retrieved a large, plastic back changing pad from the same suitcase, spread it out on the bed, patted the changing pad, looked at me, smiled, and said, " PLANT IT BABY BOY, YOU NEED A DIAPER ". I started to undo my pants and she gently slapped my hand saying, " Just lay down baby boy, mommy will be diapering, dressing and undressing you for the next few days". I laid back and Saundra removed my shoes and socks, then pulled down my pants and underwear and removed them, leaving me laying there in just a shirt, I found this all to be quite amazing, and even a little scary, the only person who has seen me nude and so vulnerable was my wife, who just happened to also be the only person who had ever changed and diapered me since I was an toddler. Saundra then had me sit up and proceeded to take my shirt off of me, she then reached back into her suitcase and brought out a very infantile looking tee-shirt, the kind with the snaps going from the neck down the shoulder, there was also a BIG Blue Teddy Bear, in a diaper, on the front of the shirt, I thought the shirt fit me kind of small, as it seemed to barely cover my belly, but then, perhaps it was my imagination since I was sitting down and it would probably look like a better fit once I stood up. Saundra then gently pushed me back down and told me to lift my butt, sliding the thick diaper under me, Saundra then sparingly put baby powder on my bottom and genitals, then told me to put my butt down as she pull the diaper up between my legs, the diaper was so thick it made my legs spread apart and I could only envision me trying to walk with this diaper on without totally looking like a bowlegged toddler, as Saundra pinned up one side of the diaper, then removing the other diaper pin from her lips and pulling the diaper snug and tight, she pinned the other side of the diaper, I had noticed that the diaper pins were little blue duckies and that this diaper was on more tight and snug then I had ever gotten one to fit by myself, Saundra definitely has had practice in the diapering department. She then shook out the plastic pants and told me to lift my bottom once more as she pulled the pants up my legs and then over my bottom, she took my hands and helped me stand, I was a little wobbly as my legs were forced apart and Saundra busied herself with tucking the diaper in here and there to make sure the diaper didn't wick, as she put it. So there I stood, in all my glory, looking every bit like a toddler as possible, Saundra handed me a bottle of water, explaining that she had to wash the baby bottles first before she would let me use them, so I took the water and was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching Saundra unpack her other suitcase, using the dresser drawers that the room supplied, to put her clothes away, she saved the top drawer, telling me, that was my drawer as she unpacked the suitcase she had gotten what I was wearing out of, there were more plastic pants, four more super thick diapers, a couple more infantile looking tee-shirts, and what I thought looked like some onesies and a romper suit? Just then, there was a knock on the door and I heard someone opening the door and announcing very loudly, " HOUSEKEEPING ", I quickly, without thinking, jumped in bed and got under the covers as Saundra greeted the two ladies from housekeeping as they walked into the room, both saying they were sorry, they did not know we would be in the room yet. Both girls must have been in their early 30's and were quite attractive, one of the girls went back out the door and returned with what looked like a large plastic, fitted sheet made for a full size bed, that's when the realization that I was going to have to get out of the bed in order for them to remake the bed with the plastic sheet, and all I was wearing was a diaper and plastic pants. I immediately called Saundra over to the bed, and whispered to her that perhaps she should ask the girls to leave the room so I could run into the bathroom, so they wouldn't be embarrassed seeing me like this, then I would come back out once they were done and gone. Saundra squeezed my hand, smiled and said, let me see what I can do, as she turned towards the girls, and to my utter shock and surprise, said, " Excuse me ladies, but my little man here is wearing nothing but a diaper because I just had to change him, he had one of his poopy stinky diapers and we didn't want to subject you two to it, but he feels that you would be embarrassed seeing him in just a diaper, OH, REALLY, WELL SURE, if it doesn't bother you to see him in just his diaper, I'm sure it won't bother him ", then one of the girls explained, " We were told by the counter girl that the occupant of this room was requesting a plastic sheet because he wore diapers so we're not at all surprised and if it doesn't bother him, us seeing him in a diaper, it surely doesn't bother us, we both have babies and have seen our share of diapered bottoms". As Saundra turned towards me and slowly started to pull the covers down, the two housekeeping girls just stood there, and smiled............................................................ to be cont. ???????

I probably think far too much for my own good about Foxy, but today would of been his 23rd birthday. I miss him. I'm trying my best to have a good day, because I doubt he'd want me upset over him on a day that would have been celebratory if he was still living. Just a reminder for those that are suicidal right now - people do care about you. I know how that might sound like a bold faced lie from a complete stranger, meaningless and worthless when you feel so consumed by the dark. It is true, though. I've been there, too, so I know first hand. Please hang on. Life will get better. To my Foxy - I love you, dude. I know it might sound silly to say because I've never loved you in the romantic sense, but you were and are my brother in my heart. We had our fights, especially when we were roommates, but ultimately we had good times. I hope you think so too. I miss you. Happy birthday. ~ moogle

I thought the commercials were a real breakthrough in incontinence marketing. Step 1: Eliminate the stigma of wearing diapers or "protective underwear" for people younger than 80. Nailed it.

I hate to be nitpicky, but after almost going on a tirade about (what I sincerely hope is) a misreading of your post, I felt the need to suggest you use first person rather than second person statements when getting into these kinds of discussions on identity politics. It would be fairly easy to interpret your post as saying you're not a fan of other people "flaunting [their] alternative lifestyle" rather than not being a fan of flaunting your own lifestyle. Again I'd like to stress that if it was not your intent to come across that way then this is not directed at you. However since I've seen the "shoving it in my face" argument expressed elsewhere on this forum, I feel it necessary to preempt any such statements with this blog post explaining how they are problematic (at least for purported "allies." Card-carrying homophobes will probably just see the implied erasure as a desired feature).