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I had a weird dream the other day. Back story to this dream is that (for those who don't know me, I'm trans MtF and post-op since the 90's, so about 30 years without that thing I used to have). Well, in this dream, I was peeing a fountain, from that thing, and it went for a while. For a few years now, I've had similar dreams, where I've gone from busting to go to the toilet in a dream, to gradually moving through the stages of beginning to pee, to now the above. I woke up with several thoughts on my mind: 1) I was so vividly peeing in the dream I was absolutely sure I would be peeing in real life, but alas I was bone dry. 2) Why did my brain think to have me peeing out of an appendage long lost to a surgeons knife? 3) What do both of the above mean? As far as I can remember, I was never a bedwetter. I've not really detected wetting in my sleep unconsciously since going 24x7, although I have wet a few times pretty much the instant I've woken a bit into a lucid state (not quite awake, not quite asleep either). Is this a prelude to actual bedwetting? -
The first brown cloth diaper will be the real test for Oliver's washing routine. No paper linen to catch the mess is a questionable choice, however. -
By BabyLouise · Posted
I have been wearing diapers full time this week while travelling for work. Have wet on train, in coffee shops, in meetings, in bars. Basically everywhere. Four days constant wearing means that while I could stop wetting it becomes second nature to wet -
By BabyLouise · Posted
Currently on long train journey wearing a nicely damp LFB plain pink diaper and plastic bloomers -
CHAPTER 18 Senni arrives for the first time with her own keys at her new home. She walks across the marble floor of the entryway into the bright living room, which somehow already feels familiar and cozy. For the first time in a long while, Senni has her own safe haven where she can breathe easy. It feels good. "Welcome home, little one," Jarkko's voice is like a warm blanket on a cool evening. The man places his hands lightly on Senni's shoulders and looks the girl in the eyes, a slight smile playing on his face. "How did the day go with your friends?" "Well. We had a really nice time." Jarkko nods, satisfied, and lets his fingers slide along Senni's side, first to her waist, and then even lower. The bulge of the swollen diaper is faintly visible even through the black skirt. "Let's check if a change is needed." Jarkko feels Senni's diaper, both front and back, and his expression changes for a fleeting moment to one of great sympathy. "Oh,.. this is soaking wet. You must have had more than one accident." Senni blushes. Her gaze drops to the floor and then directs itself towards the slightly ajar bathroom door. "Can I... take a shower?" "Not yet, my dear," Jarkko's voice is friendly but firm. There's something paternal in it, a glowing, warm authority. "Showers are for the evening, as always. Rules are important." The man takes Senni by the hand and leads her to her room, where a fresh diaper is already waiting, opened up on the bed. Although Jarkko has diapered Senni several times already, it has so far happened each time after a shower. This is therefore the first time the man would be removing a wet diaper from Senni, which feels like a really embarrassing and humiliating thought. Senni understands, however, that there are no alternatives. The girl slowly removes her skirt and tights, glances somewhat horrified at her diaper, darkened by the urine, and settles onto the bed to wait for the change. Shame burns Senni's cheeks. As Jarkko begins to open the diaper tapes, Senni spontaneously grabs a pillow and presses it over her face for protection. She can't look Jarkko in the eye; it's too embarrassing. "Everything is fine," Jarkko tells her calmly as he opens Senni's diaper. The smell of pee wafts into both their noses; Jarkko immediately begins wiping Senni's skin with wet wipes. The man acts calmly and impassively; he notices the situation is difficult for Senni, so it's best to get it over with a bit quicker than usual. Senni tries to focus on the scent of the pillowcase; only the cold-feeling wet wipes and, a little later, the plastic crinkle of the new diaper penetrate the walls of her mind. "You'll get used to this too," Senni quietly assures herself. Before long, the diaper change is completed and Senni is dry again. She goes to carry the bundled-up wet diaper to the diaper bin in the bathroom and then settles onto the designer sofa in the living room next to Jarkko. -Now would be a good time to talk about tomorrow. It's your first day of work. The man picks up a thin bundle of documents from the table and hands it to Senni for review. -Here is your employment contract. I want you to study it carefully. Senni glances at the papers; they are full of difficult words, cumbersome sentence structures, and small font. The black letters dance on the page like little birds, sentences blend into each other, and Senni can't make progress. Reading has always been very difficult for the girl; she learned in school by listening in class, not by wading through books. Senni furrows her brow and tries to concentrate, but despite that, she can't internalize the text in front of her. "This is quite... I mean, really complicated," Senni says finally, her voice trembling, she is close to bursting into tears. Jarkko's gaze is understanding. "Reading isn't easy for everyone," the man says gently and then gets up to fetch something from his desk drawer. After a few seconds, Jarkko returns carrying a large, pale pink pacifier decorated with glitter and small gemstones. They aren't real, of course, but nonetheless the pacifier looks very luxurious. "This might help you concentrate." Senni looks at the pacifier incredulously. Why does Jarkko even have one, and how could it possibly help her read the employment contract? For a brief moment, the girl feels like running out the door; something inside her is screaming a warning. However, Senni steadies her mind and reluctantly takes the pacifier. "What... what am I supposed to do with this?" "Put it in your mouth. Sucking on a pacifier helps some people calm down and focus." Confused but obedient, Senni carefully places the pacifier to her lips; it feels very strange and childish at first. The nipple of the pacifier is very large, though the decorative parts look quite cute. Sucking on the pacifier offers the girl a gentle respite from the difficult contract text, and the sound of the sucking is, in some inexplicable way, calming. Jarkko looks at his little girl with satisfaction; he had found the perfect moment for the pacifier's first trial. The man's gaze is proud, but for a moment, something darker also flickers in it. Senni, ashamed of her weak reading skills, is very receptive, and it doesn't take long before the girl snuggles voluntarily into Jarkko's side, sucking on her pink pacifier. The pacifier certainly doesn't feel natural to Senni, but she has to admit to herself that the sucking really does have a relaxing effect. After about ten minutes, Senni picks up her employment contract again, and sure enough, reading goes a bit better with the pacifier in her mouth.
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