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I've been born DL. Never considered myself as an IC/DL person. It's not even funny. I prefer keeping my personal life private. And I do. If I'm going out in public and it includes some DL activity, I'm always prepared for any consequences. That include not being an exhibitionist. Especially being seen by an obvious soiled diaper. It's easy to hide a diaper, PP's, compression shorts, proper clothing and shielding odor (I adds with daily chlorophyll). Still, an unexpected BM even if I use these protections, I worry of being noticed. Even ridiculed. Incontinent/ABDL people advise these ideas. Over the years I have multiple opportunities using protection to provide "comouflage (disguise)."

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41. My Morning After “It’s okay,” I said, and shrugged in an effort to show Ffrances that it was no big deal. Which, of course, it really was. I’d woken up in a wet diaper, with my girlfriend talking down to me as if I were a real baby. It was a horrifying situation, but I knew that I could use yesterday’s disaster to my advantage with just a little more thought. The most important thing now was to reassure my Mistress. “It’s just… this is weird for me. I wanted to have a little to look after. I read so much about it. But I never imagined being a baby. It was never something I wanted, and now it’s like… having the tables turned. Or pulling the rug from under my feet, I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel. I  guess… it’s not a good feeling for me. And waking up like this… it’s humiliating. No, not humiliating. Humiliation can be fun, but this is like… degrading? I never asked for this.” “Then I won’t do that again,” she said, and squeezed my hand in support. “I wasn’t sure, I thought you might enjoy seeing it from the other side. You know, find out how it feels so you have a better idea what things your little girl might enjoy. If you learn how it feels, you’d have a better chance of arranging it in a way that’s comfortable for her.” “I don’t think I need the education.” And I really didn’t. I’d been thinking about having a little for years now. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her, I’d decided on most of it even before I knew who that little would be. I had it planned out in every detail, and the only parts that needed refining were the steps to make Tess accept it. I knew Ffrances understood me then. Her head vanished under the covers, and I felt her helping me out of the soaked diaper. It could have been more embarrassing, and I felt that in her place I would have let me handle it myself. But that was why Ffrances was the perfect domme; she always knew the right thing to do. In private, when she was the only person to see, and when I was mature enough to think about what we were doing, humiliation didn’t have to be a bad thing. There must have been wipes within reach, because pretty soon she was cleaning me up, and then her hands started to explore my body. In a minute or two  I was no longer thinking about what had happened before; the only thing on my mind was Ffrances, and how she was touching me right now. Some time later, I realised the chorus of birdsong was getting ever louder. It was the alarm on my phone, of course. I reached out and silenced it. And then I could turn back to Ffrances, and ask her what had happened yesterday. Why I’d ended up being the baby, and what I’d missed. I could remember most of what had before my unexpected regression, but it seemed my emotions had been running wild, and I’d barely been paying attention to the things that were important. I’d kept pushing Tess to be younger, she told me. And Ffrances had already thought it would be interesting if I found myself regressing alongside my little one, just for this first time. She hadn’t expected me to keep on using that trigger phrase so many times, or that I would turn into such a bitch once I started feeling younger. Ffrances hadn’t known me in high school, so that one was probably on me. But I still felt like I should have been able to stick to my plan, even if I was feeling frustrated. The other thing I had to ask about was Tess. How she’d reacted to being the baby she had always wanted, and if she’d said anything about doing this again. Ffrances couldn’t say much; Tess had been quite enthusiastic about being a child again, saying that it was nice not to worry. But it felt like she was still too nervous to really say how she felt; repeating the line about only doing it for my benefit. It was clear that I’d have to be a child again, so I could give Tess an excuse to join me. But this time, I would have to check the details with Ffrances up front, and make sure that I wouldn’t end up out of control again. I asked how Tess had enjoyed an evening as a baby; if she remembered it any more than I did. That was the thing that shocked me most: after I’d turned Tess into a baby, she’d been upset and demanded to grow up again. So she’d been six or seven while we ate dinner, unwilling to continue as a toddler, and then asked to grow up again. She was happier being in charge, Ffrances thought, unless she had something really stressful to deal with and wanted to lose control. That gave me a pause for thought; and I wondered how I would get Tess to agree to more regression. Would it be better if I said she could be a spoiled child who always got her own way? But the biggest surprise of all came after I’d already understood that my plans had gone to hell. Tess had asked to be hypnotised again, later in the day. After she had returned to her real age, and I’d been put down for a nap like a helpless infant, they had talked more. Tess wanted a trigger, she said. Something that she could rely on instead of the drugs. This one was relatively simple: if someone she trusted told her whether or not she was going to wet the bed, her subconscious would make it happen. And they’d done it while I was resting, setting up the trigger already. As she explained, I could imagine the conversation in my mind. Ffrances had been more willing than she would otherwise have been to give Tess that kind of trigger, because she knew about the drugs. She wanted to give Tess a way to take control of her bedwetting, so she would have a safer way to make it happen. While at the same time, Tess had been thinking about using hypnosis to cure her problem. They’d agreed on a compromise, without either realising that they were approaching it from the same direction. I made sure to ask for all the details about how it was going to work, and did my best to make sure I remembered them. The part Tess had been hoping for seemed pretty simple. If I told her she wasn’t going to have an accident tonight, then she wouldn’t be able to take those drugs, wouldn’t forget to use the toilet before going to sleep, and wouldn’t do anything silly like drinking too much right before bed. Her subconscious mind would urge her to do all the right things to help prevent it. And more than that, she would feel extra confident, and a little proud of not having an accident. I thought about that for a few seconds before I understood why. Ffrances thought that Tess would be asking permission to wet the bed so that she could feel childish. So in her mind, there was a chance that being told ‘no’, Tess would try the drugs as a backup plan. Phrasing the suggestion like this reduced the risk, and also meant that she would feel subtly littler even without wetting. It was a way to make her comfortable, so she was less likely to resent a refusal, perhaps. The other side of the coin was an interesting one. If I told her that she was going to have an accident, Tess wouldn’t pay attention to the instruction. She might not remember asking at all. I had to try quite hard not to chuckle when Ffrances told me that, because I was sure it would take quite a long time before Tess was confident enough in her headspace to make that request. But in any case, she wouldn’t remember asking. It would just slip her mind; and so would anything she might have done to prevent it. I would tell her she was going to have an accident, and then she would forget to ask me for the other suggestion, if that had been her plan. She would drink more before bed, forget to go to the bathroom, and if her bladder woke her before morning she would relieve herself and fall straight back asleep. Ffrances didn’t go into all the details, but she didn’t need to. She had only needed to tell Tess that her subconscious would make sure an accident happened whenever we said it would. She would be able to work out how to achieve that herself. And because I’d been very careful telling Ffrances why Tess wanted this, and Tess had probably been too embarrassed to go into detail, there was the unspoken rider that being triggered to wet would always make her feel like a child. It would never lose its impact. Those words were exactly what I’d wanted to hear. And I could relax properly now. Having such a powerful tool to help my little was worth even the degradation of being made to wet myself.

Thanks Maly but there is going to be a few things other than PE he's going to be worrying about.😬

45. Day of Rest “She says fine,” Tess quickly skimmed a message from Ffrances. “You’ll have to tell that Adam guy if you’re not coming back tonight, and then call Ffrances if you need somewhere to crash again. And if I’d called her a few minutes sooner, she would have offered to give us a lift into town.” “That’s great. Do you mind if I get a quick shower? Like five minutes, I should of got cleaned up before you got here but I had too much energy.” “That’s cool,” she said. He quickly showed her where she could wait for him, and she spent the next couple of minutes checking in with friends on Clatter. Her phone barely stopped buzzing, and there were plenty more people she could have carried on chatting with when Spike appeared again. His hair was still wet, and he had what looked like another new shirt on. It was strange seeing him like this; somehow a change of clothes made him look more sophisticated. Perhaps it was just that she’d gotten so used to seeing him in the same three or four outfits for most of a year, and she knew that it was kind of a big deal for him when he could afford something new. “Nice shirt,” she smiled, and concentrated for a second to make out the letters behind the creases. “One Finger Death Punch?” “It’s a game, I think,” he answered. “They got a bunch of clothes here, take your pick. People show up who’ve been kicked out of home or whatever, and they got nothing with them. Adam said they’ve had a few guys with amnesia staying in the office. Like guys who don’t know who they are, so they haven’t got a change of clothes or anything. Ffrances bought in like a pallet of assorted casual clothes from some discount retailer, whatever they had left at the end of the season, so temporary visitors can grab what they feel like. I think anything that’s unclaimed from the hospital laundry ends up there too.” They quickly found Adam, sitting behind a desk this time, and signed a visitor register to say that Spike was discharging himself. It seemed to be just a formality, and Tess could see that the two guys were already developing some kind of friendship, but apparently this was the kind of place where you had to fill in forms so there was a record of who was where. If they were used to dealing with people suffering with amnesia or all kinds of mental health issues, Tess could understand why it was good to have an objective record of what people were doing; although it still felt a little too formal. Then they were leaving through the hospital, catching a bus to Raybridge. Kim was going to be in town, and possibly hanging out with her new boyfriend Evan, so Tess had suggested they could meet up and chat for a while. It was always good to meet more people, and she felt like it would be good for her to do something normal after the last couple of days. “So, your cousin…” Spike mumbled, once they were on the bus. “I gather she doesn’t like me. You know anything about that?” “No. I thought she might be okay meeting a friend, but… Ugh, I think she thinks you’re my boyfriend or something. And she can’t get over treating me like a little kid. Like, maybe it’s… how I look. But I think she’s still wishing we could go back to when she used to babysit, like ten years ago. Like, she got this obsession with wishing she was a teenager, I think she might be having a midlife crisis a bit early.” “Well, if she’s legally responsible for you, I can see her being a bit OTT to start with. Give her some time, maybe.” “Yeah. And Ffrances said you look like her ex or something, so she might just be reacting emotionally. I’ll get my dad to talk to her next time he calls, then maybe she’ll try a bit harder to trust you.” “I’m glad Ffrances could help me out. Think she’s a very understanding person. So is she your cousin’s girlfriend, right?” “Yeah. Surprised me, I hadn’t heard about her until the first weekend I got home and she was there. But they’re both fun people now they accepted me. I’ll be glad to get back to normal, though.” “Did something happen? Do you need–” “I’m fine. Just had some fun yesterday. Something… something Gabby asked me to do, to help her do something she wanted without having to admit to her girlfriend how much she wanted it. And it was… well, not as scary as I thought. But more scary for a different reason. But that’s scary like a horror movie, or a fairground ride. The kind of thing where you’re terrified to even try it, but you know you’re going to.” “Sounds interesting. But I get the impression you’d rather not tell me what it is yet. Just know, if you want to share, I’d be happy to join you exploring whatever’s got you so excited.” “Yeah. But like I said, I need some normal today. It’s been a bit overwhelming. Especially after… well, you know. I’m sorry, I’m keeping so many secrets.” “You don’t have to tell me everything. I’ll help if I can, but I’m not your babysitter.” Tess thought about yelling in outrage, and she thought about punishing him in the arm. Either would have been reasonable, and they flashed across her mind for the briefest fraction of a second. But in the end, unable to decide what an appropriate reaction should be, she just laughed. “You never said something like that before. You always stayed away from…” “Oh, I’m not calling you a baby. I wouldn’t do that. But you know who I mean when I say babysitter, and I think it’s funny she’s acting like that. Plus, there’s something new. If you don’t mind me picking up on little things you didn’t actually say.” “Huh?” “Want me to explain, or drop it? Your choice.” “I have to know, after something cryptic like that.” “Fine,” he smiled, and rested his head on the bus window for a second. Looking to see how soon they would arrive, or perhaps gathering his thoughts. They had just passed through Bullocksfeel, last of the small villages on this route, so Raybridge wouldn’t be long now. “You said before about how she acts like she’s your babysitter, her midlife crisis. And when you talked about when you were little, you were half smiling. Like you thought her behaviour is weird and annoying, but it’s weird in a way you can laugh at. And that made me think… last year, you would have been so angry saying that. The thought of you being a little kid, even when you’re talking about ten years ago, would have made you mad. So maybe you managed to disconnect all the negative thoughts. Like, it made me wonder if jerks treating you like a kid is something you can laugh at now.” “I’m still not a child,” she said. “But… well, maybe. Gabby calls me a baby, you know? I don’t think she even realises she’s doing it. And where I’m staying… well… it’s absurd, really. Like something out of a sitcom, not a drama. Like the whole situation is so weird that I can’t get mad about it. The only thing I could do is laugh, and maybe that’s helped some. I still hate being called a kid, maybe even more than ever, but now it’s got so over the top that I can’t take it seriously.” As the bus stopped and they got to their feet, Tess realised that she’d said more than she meant to. She’d mentioned her room, when that had never been something she wanted to share, and had come close to hinting at what they’d been doing the day before. She didn’t need to worry, because this was Spike she was talking to. He’d been bullied for pretty much the opposite reason when he was younger, so if anyone understood her discomfort he would. And when she thought back, she’d been ready to tell him about her room on Friday night, before Gabby had interrupted their casual chat. She didn’t know if she would still be ready to say it now, but she knew she didn’t need to worry about any details that slipped through by accident.