Cloth Diapers & Panties

Evelyn went into the guest room and immediately went to the crib, "hey there sweetie did you have a good nap?" Evelyn asked as she picked up her daughter and cradled her, as she cradled her daughter she immediately dug around in the diaper bag and pulled out her Pooh Bear, 'here you go you're probably missed your friend."

POTTY TRAINING - Part 3  By Moe  When Sunday morning came, this time I didn’t even bother to try and hold my pee. I lay in the crib and just wet my diaper. I figured it would be better to have Mom change it when I got up rather than have to be uncomfortable or wear a wet diaper for awhile. About a half-hour later Mom came into our nursery and woke up Liz and let the side rail down on my crib. Today she announced that she would get Liz dressed first. Since it was Sunday, the whole family was going to church. I again got the honor of being Mommy’s helper and assisted in changing Liz’s wet and messy diaper. As usual, Liz was put into a disposable diaper followed by white tights, a petticoat and a pretty light blue dress. She wore black patent leather T-strap shoes with buckles. If past experience was any indication, I did not like the looks of this.  When Liz was dressed, Mom told me to get on the changing table so I could get my diapers changed. I was put in the usual three thick cloth diapers. I asked Mom why I couldn’t wear disposable diapers. It then occurred to me what I was saying. Like I really would be happy wearing disposable diapers instead of cloth! Mom explained that I needed the extra protection offered by the thick diapers and also wanted to make it very evident to Liz that I had diapers on.  With fresh diapers and a blue vinyl panty on, Mom got a pair of white tights out of the dresser and started putting them on my feet and lower legs. She told me to get off the table and then pulled them up the rest of the way and over my thick diapers. Across the seat of my tights were layers of ruffles. Seeing where this was headed, I told Mom, “Mom, you are not going to make me wear a dress like Liz, are you? You can’t make me!”  Calmly Mom answered, “You have a choice, Dear. You can either wear a pretty dress like your sister or you can go to church in only your diapers. What will it be?” Talk about a choice! I reluctantly agreed that I would wear the dress.  She went into the closet and brought out a white petticoat with lace trim. “Put your arms up Raymond so I can put this on over your head,” Mom told me. When the petticoat was in place Mom went back to the closet and retrieved a brand new little girls blue dress with a wide collar and puffed sleeves. Once again with my arms up in the air, Mom gently lowered the dress over me putting my arms through the puffed sleeves. When it too was in place, Mom fastened what seemed like a dozen buttons in the back of my dress. There was a sash around my waist which was tied into a large bow in the back. She then tied some matching blue ribbons around my pigtails to match the dress. Finally, a pair of little girl shiny black shoes were placed on my feet and the straps buckled to secure them. Standing back from me, she inspected me and said, “You make the prettiest little girl! You and Liz are just darling together in your blue dresses. I am going to get ready for church so you ‘girls’ wait in the living room.” I was getting tired of being called a girl but let it slide. I took Liz’s hand and we went into the living room. When Daddy saw us, he let out a wolf whistle and told us how pretty we were. Of course, Liz enjoyed all the attention immensely.  About ten minutes later, Mommy came into the room in a blue dress similar to ours but more mature in design. Now I am part of a mother-daughter-‘daughter’ look alike set. We all went out to the car and drove to church. I only know a few people at church and prayed that I would not see any of them this day. As it turned out, I did not have to worry. Mom took Liz and I by the hand and walked us downstairs into the basement area to a room with “Nursery” on the door. She talked a short time with one of the women who is apparently in charge and then came back and told Liz and I she would be back when the service was over. This is when I found out that I am supposed to stay with the three year olds and under in the Nursery. When I thought about it a bit, considering my current state of dress, this is probably better than being in Sunday school with kids my own age. There were about 15 kids in the room most of whom were wearing diapers like Liz and I.  I quickly settled down with Liz and a couple of other 2 or 3 year old girls and started playing with some dolls – there was nothing else to do. When I crawled around on the floor, the back of my dress was up in the air so everyone could see my big diapered bottom under the ruffled tights. One girl, her name was Rebecca I think, asked me why I am so big and wearing diapers. I just mumbled that I was 4 years old and she went away. It helps that kids that age are so dumb. While sitting on the floor playing with a doll, a girl of about 14 came into the nursery room. She was a volunteer assistant I found out. When she saw me, she came over to me right away and asked what such a big girl like me was doing in the nursery. How was I going to explain to a girl only two years older than I that I was really a boy dressed like a toddler girl in diapers? Could I hide the fact that I was a boy? Maybe she would just think I was retarded or something.  “I am with my sister Liz. That's Liz,” I said pointing to her nearby. The girl said, “You two look like twins. What is your name?” I hadn’t even thought about answering this question and replied, “Ray . . becca. Rebecca.” I certainly couldn’t tell her my name was Raymond.  “That’s a pretty name. I see you are still wearing diapers. Let me check your diapers to see if you need changing.” Before I could even answer, the girl was reaching under my dress and pulling down my tights. She put her fingers through one of the leg holes of my vinyl panties to feel my diapers. Not only did she feel my diaper but also my balls. Her mouth opened in shock and she quickly withdrew her hand. “You’re a boy!” she declared.  I was then forced to explain that I was really Raymond, that I was 12 years old and I was helping to potty train my little sister. After hearing my story, the girl, whose name I learned was Roberta, said she would help keep my secret. We talked about how it felt to be wearing diapers and girls clothes – she was really curious about my situation. She hoped I would be coming back next week to Sunday nursery school and I told her I thought it was probably a good possibility. grown up than mine. “Come on Sweet Baby, we haven’t got all day.” I got off the changing table and slowly walked towards Mommy who was holding it in position for me to step into. I put one leg into the suit and through a leg hole at the bottom and then the other. Mom started pulling it up on me and instructed me to put my arms through the armholes. When it was all the way up, she zipped it up the back and made a few adjustments and then pronounced it to be a perfect fit. I have to admit she was right, it fit perfectly like all the clothes she bought for me. She “poofed” out the balloon bottom of my suit and you could hardly tell I had a diaper on. "Run along. I just have to pack a diaper bag for you and Liz and then we'll be ready to go to the lake.”  In ten minutes Daddy was driving our family to the lake. Liz and I were in the back seat wearing only our swimsuits and sneakers. It took almost an hour to get to the lake and there were a lot of people there judging by the number of cars in the parking lot. Dad got the stroller out of the trunk, set it up and put Liz in it. He then got out the blankets and cooler and arranged them on the stroller so they would not have to be carried. Mom started pushing the stroller and Daddy told me to come to him. He then picked me up and carried me with my legs around his waist and holding me up with one hand under my bottom like a toddler. In his free hand he carried Liz’s and my diaper bag. We then headed for the beach.  We had to walk a ways but finally found a nice spot to put our blanket down. Mom and Dad took off their outer clothing so they only had bathing suits on too. “Do you girls want to go swimming now?” Mom asked. Naturally we both said yes. “Before you go in the water, I have to put on your swimming caps.” She opened the diaper bag and retrieved a small pink cap for Liz and put it on her. She then reached in the diaper bag and pulled out a yellow rubber swim cap. “Come here Raymond, let me put this on you. We don’t want to get your hair wet.” She stretched the yellow cap over my head concealing all my hair including my pigtails. The strap hanging down from the right side was pulled under my chin and snapped secure by my left ear. It really felt weird to have my head encased in rubber. Things sounded different too since my ears were covered. “OK girls, you can play in the water but don’t go too deep. I am counting on you Raymond to keep a close eye on your sister.” I promised that I would and we then headed for the shore.  We played in the water for about a half-hour and then came back to where Mom and Dad were sunning themselves. My disposable diaper must have soaked up about ten pounds of water. My swimsuit helped to hold it in place. When I sat down in the sand, there was a big “squish” as the water was forced out of my diaper. Liz and I started making castles in the sand. It wasn’t long before two other little girls came by and asked if they could help make castles. We said sure. The girls were Becky who was 7 and Jessica who was 5. They asked about us and I told them I was 8 years old. I didn’t think they were dumb enough to think I was 4. After playing for nearly an hour, I could see that Becky was hesitant about something. Finally, she got the nerve to ask me, “Are you wearing a diaper?”  I had no choice but to tell her that I was since it was fairly obvious. I said that I didn’t need diapers but it was just to make Liz feel better since she still had to wear them. Becky thought that it was really nice of me to be so good to my little sister.    When church service was over, Mom came and got us. I waved goodbye to Roberta and some of the other little girls I had been playing with. This didn’t turn out as bad as I thought it might thank goodness. Daddy took us to a restaurant where we had breakfast. Liz and I were both seated in high chairs at the table. On the way home, he said that since it was such a warm day, how would we like to go the lake? Liz immediately said 'Yes!' Normally I would love to go to the lake too and it was far enough away that I was unlikely to run into anyone I knew. “Do I have to wear diapers if I go swimming?” I asked.  “Of course you do. But don’t worry Honey, I bought a nice new swimsuit for you. I’m sure you’ll love it!” I was rather doubtful about that.  Since I was Mommy’s helper, I was told to get Liz undressed and change her diaper. Fortunately, it was only wet. Mom had already changed out of her dress and into shorts and a halter-top. She got Liz’s swimsuit out of the dresser drawer and helped her put it on. It was a light pink one-piece bathing suit with a dark pink short skirt attached at the waist.  I was the only one left still wearing a dress. Mommy helped me undress and then told me to get up on the changing table so I could get my diapers changed. They were soaked and I am not even sure when I did it. That’s a scary thought! I was surprised when Mom reached for my package of disposable diapers and removed one from the plastic wrap. “Since we are going to be away all afternoon, I think this would be a good time for you to wear a disposable diaper.” Even though it was a thick disposable, it actually almost felt like regular underwear compared to the thick diapers I had been wearing for the last two days.  She then went to my dresser and got my new bathing suit out of the drawer. She held it up in front of her to show me and said, “Isn’t this the cutest little bathing suit you have ever seen?” It was primarily yellow with a stretchy puckered top half and a big ballooned bottom with elasticized leg holes. There were cartoon ducks and geese and some other birds all over it. “Come here Honey and let’s try it on.” The bathing suit I was supposed to wear was more babyish than any other I had ever seen. Even Liz’s looked more  About 15 minutes later I got a strong urge in my bowels. I held off for maybe another ten minutes but then I couldn’t hold it anymore. I pooped in my diaper! Within a minute, Becky and Jessica smelled that someone had pooped their pants. Becky went over by Liz and felt the bottom of her swimsuit. Her diaper was clearly empty. She then came over by me while I was kneeling in the sand and felt my behind. “My gosh, you pooped in your diaper! I thought you said you didn’t need diapers.” I could contain myself no longer and actually started to cry from embarrassment. Mommy, hearing me cry, came over and Becky then told her I had messed my diaper. She also felt my bottom to confirm that I had.  She took me by the hand and brought me over by the blanket where my parents had been sunning. Reaching into the bag she brought out the changing mat and spread it out flat on the sand. “Let’s get your suit off Baby and we’ll get you cleaned up in a jiffy.” Liz and the other two girls were standing by closely observing Mom and I.  “Please don’t change my diapers in the middle of the beach in front of everyone!” I begged. Mom wasn’t listening and unzipped and started pulling down my bathing suit to around my knees. I was instructed to lie down on the changing mat, which I slowly did. She then proceeded to pull the tapes off my diaper and use the front half of the diaper to clean the mess off my bottom. Becky and Jessica became wide-eyed in astonishment when they saw my little penis.  Mom used baby-wipes and cleaned up my bottom and then put a new disposable diaper on me. “It sure is lucky we brought disposable diapers for you today. This would sure be a lot more difficult with cloth diapers.” I was told to stand up and Mommy helped me put my bathing suit back on. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” How could I tell her that I have never been so humiliated in my whole life?  Becky came up to me and said it was OK if I was a boy and still needed diapers. They would still play with us. For some reason this made me feel a little bit better. I was surprised when Becky asked me if Liz was only wearing diapers to make me feel better and not the other way around. I explained to her that Liz needed to wear her diapers too. We continued to play for another 45 minutes until Dad announced that it was time to leave.  I have to admit that other than the embarrassing “pooping incident,” I had a fairly good time playing with Liz and the other girls at the beach. I could never tell Tommy or my other friends this of course.  POTTY TRAINING - Part 4  By Moe  The first two weeks of my new “diaperhood” passed more quickly than I would have expected. I no longer bother to protest about wearing baby girl clothes and diapers since I figured out it was futile anyway. Tommy came over most days and played with me even though I was a little girl now for all outward appearances. As far as I know, he never told anyone else about my predicament and I am really grateful for that. I haven’t seen him as much lately though. Maybe he is getting tired of playing with girls.  In addition to becoming sisters, I think Liz has become my best friend. Maybe even more so than Tommy. We seem to get along very well whenever we’re together. And that is all the time since we eat, sleep and play together. Liz is totally ecstatic with our new relationship and just loves being with me all the time and having a 'sister'. Even Mom is appreciative since she dresses me and changes my diapers and I in turn help dress Liz and change her diapers.  Mom made Liz and I matching sundress and bloomer outfits and a matching sundress for herself (but no bloomers since her dress is longer). Daddy took a picture of us 'girls' in our sundresses while we were all visiting a nearby park. It’s funny, I don’t even particularly notice when someone includes me in with the 'girls' anymore. Once in awhile I even think of myself as a girl now that I am dressing and acting like one all the time.  One thing is starting to bother me. I have noticed that more and more often my diapers are wet and I don’t even remember peeing in them. Also, whenever I have to poop, I find it very easy to just do it in my diapers with very little or no effort at all. Two days ago I even woke up in the morning with messy diapers. Am I losing my toilet training? I’m not so sure I won’t need potty training for real. I haven’t said anything yet to Mommy or Daddy about my concerns.  Mommy has told us today that our potty training is going to start tomorrow. Dad bought a small child’s wooden chair and converted it into a potty chair for me. He cut a hole in the seat and installed wooden tracks so that a plastic pot can be slid into position under the hole. At the front of the hole, a rubber scoop was glued to the wood for my male anatomy. The chair legs were sawed down so that the chair only sits about 6” above the floor. Finally, a strap was added to the back of the chair so I could not get up unless I was released. Basically, my potty-chair is the same as Liz’s except that it is slightly larger and has the scoop in front.  I slowly wake up as usual fairly early the next morning in my crib. I don’t even think of it as Liz’s old crib but now it's 'my' crib. I have done it again! I have made a mess in my diapers during the night and didn’t even know it. What does this mean? I could climb out of the crib but there is nothing to do since I need to have my diapers changed. Coming into our bedroom, Mom sniffs the air and says, “Someone has made poopies in their pants and I think I know who.” She walks directly towards me and lets down the side rail of the crib. She tells me to roll over so she can feel my bottom. When she confirms that I am indeed the “stinker”, she asks me if there is anything I want to say.  With some sobbing and tears, I confess to her that I think I am losing my toilet training. “I never imagined that we might have to potty train both you and Liz for real. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. Fortunately, today is the day we start your training so let’s hope everything works out OK. Now we better get that messy diaper changed.” The dirty diapers now go into my own diaper pail with my name on it. Mom dresses me in some pink terry cloth shorts and a sleeveless top with “Mommy’s Little Angel” in children’s blocks printed across the front.  Mom wakes up Liz and her diaper isn’t even wet. I dress her in shorts and a top that match mine. During breakfast, Mom tells us about our potty training. “You will each sit on your potty-chairs for at least 10 minutes when you first get up in the morning and after each meal. You can also sit on your chairs whenever you feel the need. You can get out of the chair early if you have done your ‘business.’ That is, if you go pee-pee or poo-poo in your chair. We will keep the chairs in the bathroom so you get used to the idea of doing peeing and pooping in the bathroom unless Daddy or I need the bathroom. Then we’ll put the chairs in the hallway just outside the bathroom door.  “If you can go three days without wetting or messing your diapers, you can then wear ‘big girl’ training pants. Is this clear? I am sure you don’t want to wear diapers anymore like babies do.” Mom looked at us both to make sure we understood how the training program was supposed to work.  When breakfast was done, Liz and I were taken into the bathroom where our potty-chairs were lined up in a row. Mom pulled Liz’s shorts down and removed a couple tapes from her disposable diaper and slid them down her legs. She then eagerly sat down on her potty-chair and waited for me. Next she pulled my shorts down and unpinned one side of my diapers and slid them down to my ankles. With some help from her, I sat down over the hole in my potty-chair with my penis tucked safely behind the front scoop. Mom then took the strap from one side of the chair, put it around my chest, threaded it through an opening and secured the end behind the back of the chair. There was no way for me to get out of that chair without help. Liz is confined to her chair in about the same way.  Since I had already messed my diapers during the night, I had absolutely no reason to go to the toilet now. All I could do was sit there with my knees in front of me since I was sitting so low. After a few minutes, I heard a tinkling noise from Liz’s chair as her pee-pee hit the plastic bowl under her seat. She was beaming with pride and called for Mommy to come quick. “I made pee-pee in the toilet, Mommy!”  “Why that’s wonderful, Precious. I knew you could do it! See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” The strap around Liz was released and she stood up so that Mommy could put her diapers back on. After her shorts were pulled up, Liz asked if she could stay with me. “At least part of the training plan seems to be working quite well, don’t you think, Raymond?” I had to agree that Liz appeared more willing than ever before to try and use the potty-chair. And now she has succeeded in using the potty for the first time. It truly may have been because I was sitting right next to her. The question may be, who is going to help train me?  After my ten minutes are up, Mommy came and released me from my potty-chair. With my diapers pinned on and my shorts pulled up, Liz and I went outside in the backyard to play. We both still had to put on our baby harnesses and get leashed to the clothesline pole so we would not wander away. Hanging out to dry on the clothesline were about a dozen of my cloth diapers. Shortly before lunch, Liz called to Mommy saying she wanted to sit on her potty-chair. She came right out and took Liz inside to the bathroom. A couple minutes later Mommy was again showering Liz with praise for using her potty. After lunch, Mom took us both to the bathroom for our after meal potty break. When Mom pulled down my shorts and plastic pants, she found that my diapers were soaked. I could offer no explanation and since I was pretty well “peed out,” could do nothing on the chair. After our ten minutes were up, Mommy led me shuffling along with my plastic panties and shorts around my ankles into our bedroom. I hopped up on the changing table (I certainly didn’t have to be told what to do any more) and was put into fresh diapers. Liz and I then took our afternoon naps. The rest of that day and the next few were pretty much the same. Liz seemed to be doing very well with only a couple of “accidents” along the way. On the other hand, I was a complete disaster. It seemed I was always going in my diapers shortly before our potty time.  After five full days of training, I had only managed to pee a little bit into the potty twice. I think it was more a chance of luck than a result of any toilet training. Meanwhile, if Liz manages to get through one more day without an accident, she will be awarded with her first pair of 'big girl' training pants.  Friday was a big day in our household and everyone in the family was cheering for Liz to get through the day without any accidents. There was a close call late in the morning where she almost didn’t make it to the potty in time but otherwise made it through to dinnertime without a problem. After dinner, Daddy handed her a small box. Liz ripped it open and she found three pair of colorful training pants. As far as she was concerned, they were big-girl underwear. Dad told her she could go in her room and try on a pair and she quickly hurried off. In a minute she was back and showing us her new panties. She could not have been happier if she had gotten a brand new doll. I was really happy for her. I then looked down and saw that here I was wearing thick diapers and a girl’s sunsuit and sitting in a high chair. Liz is making progress in growing up as toddlers do while it seems I am regressing further and further into babyhood.  Well, that’s my story of how I happen to be sitting here on a potty-chair. It's ironic that a month ago, I was a normal 12 year old boy and my little sister was completely dependent on her diapers. Now my sister is free of her diapers and I am the one who needs diapers. My parents are feeling guilty about what happened to me. I am sure there is some way I can make this pay off for me. The strange thing is, I'm not 100% sure that in my subconscious I may not want to wear diapers. Even being a little girl has its advantages. Mommy gets me up in the morning and dresses me, fixes my hair, changes my diapers, bathes me, feeds me and everything. Even Daddy seems to treat me nicer now.  My ten minutes are more than up and the plastic pot under my seat is still bone dry. What if I can’t get potty trained? Could I be wearing diapers to school this fall? At least it is only mid-July so there is plenty of vacation time left. Or is there?  THE END

I doubt it. She had a bunch of different costumes on in the episodes so no reason to think ageplay will reoccur. Honestly I hesitate to call it ageplay, it more seems like the "sexy baby" archetype that exists in pinup/nude photography. Never watched it. I just dl'd the first two episodes of the new season and fast-forwarded through them looking for the scene from the trailer/anything else diaper related. Seems pretty absurd. 

From the gurlgle maps street view.

I was there this past June, I enjoyed the stop in, and had a good experience. Parking is not a worry, it’s off street, and as mentioned it is a shared lot. It is in an industrial park, so expect that type of surroundings. Sorry I didn’t a few photos, when I was there, maybe next time. But it’s not a short trip for me, New Jersey to Chicago Illinois needs planning. I was visiting a friend in the area, and he is a frequent customer there. He was only too happy, to make the trip with me.  Good trip, enjoy!