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Agreed, and I especially have no respect for people who act as if the idea of respecting others' beliefs applies only to their beliefs. Anyone reading this has likely seen some account of people claiming that their religious freedom is under attack because it is no longer socially acceptable to demonize people who don't conform to their religious doctrine, or isolate their children from any ideas they disagree with. Personally, I am open to the idea that there is more to the universe than we've been able to observe, and I am open to the idea that there isn't (agnostic). Though if God is as described in Christian canon, he'll easily be able to tell the difference between someone sincerely trying to follow Christian principles and someone using them to stroke their ego.

Some, it probably keeps them productive and they always know when to change. I am starting to feel when I am diapered and I leak, I know when to change and I can get myself up to change. I have not been myself this year and I miss the feeling of a diaper being over me. Going to push for going 24/7 this month, on my second diaper change today so lets hope I can keep this up and remind myself.

Sharleen and I By Tali "Good morning sweety!", said my roommate Sharleen in a happy tone as she entered the room and opened the window. She didn't actually wake me up, I've been awake for about five minutes, but I still stretched a little as she pulled the covers up. "You're a little wet", she said as she checked my diaper. I felt the urge to pee as soon as I woke up and let go. After all, that's what diapers are for, and besides, I knew I wouldn't have to stay wet for long. "Why don't you go and take a shower while I set things up", she said. I smiled, got up, and went to the bathroom. I took my shirt off, and then the diaper. It was summer so I didn't put anything else to sleep with. I started the water and stepped in the shower. At first I was a little nervous about going to college, I never spent a lot of time away from home, but my parents are quite wealthy and could afford me renting a small apartment in the city instead of living in the dorms. They said, however, that I need to find a roommate to split the rent with. I lived by myself for the first month, but then Sharleen came. We quickly became very good friends. We liked the same things, had the same interests, and did almost everything together. One night, while we were drinking and talking about our childhood, I told her how I used to suck my thumb until almost the age of thirteen. Sharleen laughed at that and added that I must have looked really cute sucking my thumb. "Why don't you see for yourself?", I said and put my thumb in my mouth. She almost rolled of the couch laughing. "Oh, you look so CUTE!", she said. I laughed too and started to make baby sounds with my thumb still in my mouth. Sharleen wanted to take a picture of me sucking my thumb and I agreed. She took several. "If you think it's so funny and cute why don't you try it yourself?", I suggested, and Sharleen did just that. We were both having fun, fooling around like that, acting and giggling like little girls. We even had a pillow fight. Finally, we became so exhausted (And us drinking didn't help much either), that we fell asleep right there in the small living room. Me half on the couch half on the carpet, and Sharleen on the carpet with one leg flung on the coffee table. I finished rinsing the shampoo off my red curly hair, smiling at those pleasant memories. After that day, incidents like that became more and more frequent. Sharleen told me the following day that she never had so much fun and that it has been a long while since she acted like a little kid and liked it. I liked it too, so the reasonable thing to do was just keep doing it, Right? Right. So we kept acting like babies every once in a while, making it more and more like the real thing. It was Sharleen who first introduced me to adult-sized diapers. Until then I didn't know that those things ever existed. She bought a package one day, and suggested that we put them on. At first I thought she was crazy for even suggesting that, but the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to try one on. The idea just had an appeal to me that I just can't describe. And besides, Sharleen's pleading look was all the convincing I needed. She smiled as she handed me one of the diapers and I went to put it on. On the way I felt its softness and the smoothness of the outer thin plastic layer which made a quite crinkling noise as I did so. I took off all my clothes besides my bra, socks, and my short pink t-shirt, and proceed to put my diaper on. 'Put my diaper on...', I thought. I must be crazy! But still, I wanted to try it. I flinched a little as the diaper touched my skin, as if my own body was asking me if I'm sure about all this. I hesitated for about two seconds, and then decided to do it. I held it against my body and taped it in place. I put a hand on my diapered behind and moved it to feel the texture. It felt wonderful, and I knew I had to see how I looked. I walked over to the full-length mirror in my room. I couldn't help but giggle as I saw my reflection in it - my shirt ended high and didn't even covered the top of the diaper. My diaper was entirely on display! I made a few poses in front of the mirror and giggled at each one, I looked so cute and babyish! I started to pace like a model on my tiptoes around the room (Which turned out to be a little difficult because of the bulk between my legs). 'And now this cute spring collection diaper is not only flattering and comfortable...', I smiled and I imagined the announcer's voice as I placed my hand on my behind again, '...It is also waterproof!'. I got out of my room and entered the living room. I blushed a little and lowered my head because I knew Sharleen was there and I was embarrassed of having another person seeing me in a diaper. Even if that other person was Sharleen. My blush, however, turned to a shy smile when I noticed she was diapered too. It was actually very hard to miss that fact, because she was only wearing her diaper and her short yellow shirt, which did nothing to hide it. Sharleen muffled a laugh when she saw me. "What's so funny?", I asked, "So I have a diaper on, big deal. You're wearing one too!" "It's not that...", she said laughing a little, "I have never seen such a poor job putting a diaper on... No offence of course". "Non taken", I replied, "It IS my first time, mind you..." "What, you NEVER put a diaper on someone?", she asked. "No", I answered, "You know I have no younger siblings and I never babysat. Did you?" "Yeah", Sharleen said, "I enjoyed it and the money's good too. But right now I guess I have to take care of that diaper for you. Lie down" "Lie down?", I asked, "What for?" "Well, you silly baby, I need to readjust your diaper, It's WAY too loose" "And can't you do it with me standing up?", I asked. "Oh, come on!", she said, "It'll be more fun that way! It'll be like I'm the mommy and you're the baby!" I liked that idea so I just lied down on the carpet. Sharleen smiled and leaned down. She started to open the tapes, looking into my eyes at the same time. Her look felt so warm, so nice... Like she was soothing me with her gaze. Her green eyes just stared into mine in such a loving and caring way - Like a real mother would watch her tiny, helpless babygirl as she changed her. She taped the diaper tightly, still looking into my eyes, and helped me up. "Silly Baby...", she said, "Can't even put on a diaper by herself...", we both laughed at that. By that time I've finished my shower and toweled myself dry. I got out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me and smiled as I saw Sharleen kneeling beside the quilted pad, her long black hair tied behind her head. She was holding a disposable diaper in her hands. "Well, you sure did take your time in there", she smiled and patted the pad. I didn't need a second invitation, I lied on the pad, savoring its softness. It felt warm and nice, it also made me sleepy. "Is my baby sleepy?", Sharleen asked and touched my nose with her finger. I giggled. "Well, you just keep those big baby blue eyes open. It's a nice day, and mommy had planned an exciting day for her and her baby!" It was, in fact, a very nice Saturday morning, and like every other Saturday, it was 'mommy and baby day'. Sharleen and I decided that every Saturday one of us would play the mommy role, and the other the baby's. We switched every week so each one of us got to be the baby once in a fortnight. And today is my turn! Sharleen removed the towel and started to diaper me for the day. I pouted my lips a little as she sprinkled the baby powder on my diaper area. "Why is baby making pouty faces at mommy?", Sharleen asked. I pointed to the pacifier, which was standing next to the pad. "Me want paci!", I said in my best baby voice. "Silly Mommy...", Sharleen said as she picked it up for me. "I forgot how much you love to suck your paci when mommy puts you in diapers". She got the pacifier close to my mouth. "Open up!", she said, and I did just that. Sharleen couldn't help but smile when she saw my mouth half open like that and my eyes wide with excitement waiting for her to put the pacifier in my mouth. She slowly put it in my mouth and I immediately began to suck on it. Sharleen laughed and tickled me under my chin. My giggles coming out slightly muffled because of the pacifier caused her to laugh even more. I really liked my pacifier. I picked it out myself. It was light blue and was the biggest baby pacifier I could find. Yet, it still felt small in my mouth. Sharleen played a little with the tip of my pacifier. "Baby likes her paci?", she asked. I nodded. I rubbed the baby powder into my skin. Playacting or not, having Sharleen touch me down there would be just too weird for the both of us. I leaned on my forearms and Sharleen slid the diaper under me. I lowered myself slowly onto the diaper. Every time I felt a diaper being put on me, it was like the very first time. I just couldn't get enough of the feeling it gave me. Sharleen taped my diaper tight. First one side, then the other. And then, there I was. Encased in that wonderful garment. Wearing nothing but a diaper, and it made me feel so great! Sharleen took my hands and helped me up to a stand right in front of her. I couldn't help but smile at the fact that I was taller than her by a full head. 'Mommy' actually had to look UP to see me, her 'baby'. She helped me put on one of my pink bras and a tight, short translucent shirt. Sharleen took my by the hand to the couch, sat down, and helped me onto her lap. Well, not exactly her lap. Her frame is smaller than mine, and she can't support me fully on her lap. So my behind rested on the edge of her left thigh, supported by the couch, and my feet rested past her right thigh. Whenever I play the mommy role, the situation is different as I'm capable of supporting Sharleen fully on my lap (Through not for very long). Sharleen supported, however, my back and the back of my neck with her left arm and I wrapped my hands behind her neck. She took out my pacifier, picked up a baby bottle full of warm milk, and presented it to my lips. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and started to suck on the nipple. I snuggled up close against Sharleen, feeling warm and secure like a baby in her mother's arms. "Good baby, finish it all up", I heard Sharleen's soothing voice as she petted my hair. When I finished the bottle Sharleen told me what a good baby I was and that she had a surprise for me. My eyes lit up with excitement, causing Sharleen to laugh. "Come", she said, and we got up and she led me to the kitchen. She had me sit on one of those high chairs one can find at a bar. Normally we use it to climb on in order to clean the top shelves and other high places. My feet didn't touch the floor and I was so excited about the coming surprise that I kicked my legs back and forth, causing Sharleen to laugh and me to smile shyly. "What a fussy baby, can't you hold your patience a little longer?", Sharleen asked as she came up behind me and tied a bib around my neck. It was a special bib she made for me in our first days of 'Baby-play'. It was white with a pink trim and had my name on it in big letters. She had a same one only with her name on. She arranged a few things but I couldn't see what she was doing. When she faced me again she was holding a large serving of chocolate and vanilla ice cream (My favorite!) with whipped cream and syrup on one hand, and a spoon in her other. My mouth and my eyes opened widely with awe. "I thought I should treat my adorable baby to an ice-cream since she's such a good baby today", she said. Sharleen scooped some on the spoon and held it against my lips. "Open wide baby!", she cooed, "Here comes the airplane!". That caused me to laugh, and some of the spoon's portion to land on my bib. The rest of the feeding went just like that - Sharleen making cooing noises at me, spoon feeding me the ice-cream and even having some herself. When I was done, she fed me the ice cream that spilled on my bib and around my mouth. I was starting to feel a slight headache (Typical phenomena caused after eating ice cream too fast), Sharleen felt it. "Awww, is my poor baby's had aching? Here, let mommy make it all better!", she said and planted a kiss on my forehead. I couldn't help but laugh a little; she was really good at this. Sharleen untied my bib and helped me up. She led me to the couch, sat down first, and helped me onto her lap. She first played some tickling games with me. She wasn't tickling me hard, but still, I giggled and squirmed. I'm a little ticklish, but I didn't try to stop her or get off her lap. I like when she tickles me like that. She started gently, almost petting instead of tickling. But soon she found the sensitive spots in my tummy, arms, neck, and under my chin. "Tickle tickle tickle!", she said and soon we were both laughing our heads out. When Sharleen decided she had her fun, causing me to laugh hysterically, her moves became gentle once again. She started to rub my tummy, relaxing me. I started to become sleepy again and Sharleen laughed at my attempts to stay awake. "Is mommy's frisky baby girl getting tired?", Sharleen asked. She left me on the couch and returned with a pajama. It was not an ordinary pajama; it was an adult sized footed sleeper in pink. Sharleen got it from a store that sold footed pajamas in adult sizes. She helped me into it, zipping it in the front. The feeling of the soft fleecy material made me feel so warm and nice (And more sleepy as well). Sharleen helped me sit on her lap again and I wrapped my arms around her neck. She started cuddling me. Cuddling time was my favorite part when I played the baby role and Sharleen knew that. Whenever she rubbed my back or gently petted my hair and face with me so close to her like that I always felt like a real baby cuddled in the arms of her loving mother. She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. Oh, it was that look again... So gentle and caring. I looked back into her eyes and saw nothing but love. The love of a mother to her baby. I don't know if it was the way Sharleen cuddling me like that or the way I was dressed, but when she did that I felt so tiny and helpless, and loved, just like a real baby. "My cuddly baby loves it when mommy pampers her like that, doesn't she?", Sharleen asked. I just closed my eyes, nodded, and let out a cute little baby-yawn. Sharleen took the hint and readjusted me on her lap. This time I was lying on the couch with my head resting on her lap. I put my thumb in my mouth and started to suck on it as Sharleen petted my head. I caught a glimpse of her turning on the TV and browsing through the channels before selecting a foreign movie. She hit the mute button so she wouldn't disturb me. How cute of her! Besides, she didn't need the voice because the movie had subtitles. Sharleen noticed that my eyes were still open. "Now you just rest your eyes for a while baby. All babies need their naps", she said in a soft voice and started to hum a lullaby, all the time petting my head. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I know I was sound asleep. I woke up to the wonderful sight of Sharleen smiling at me from above. It was like seeing an angel looking down at me. I smiled back at her. "My sleepy baby is finally awake!", she said and touched my nose, "Did you have a nice nap sweety?" I nodded. It was true, I slept like a baby. Literally. She hugged me close. "Does baby want to play with mommy?", she asked. I nodded excitedly, I loved the baby games we played together. "Okay, so let's get you out of that sleeper first", she said. She unzipped it and helped me out. This proved to be a slightly difficult task, however, as I was so excited about playtime I just couldn't seem to keep still. "Let me give you something to drink before we play. I don't want my baby to get dehydrated", Sharleen said, went to the kitchen and returned with a baby bottle filled with orange juice from the refrigerator. I wasn't excited to say the least. I pouted my lips. "Come on baby...", Sharleen said holding the bottle against my lips, "You need your liquids". I stomped my feet. "NO!", I said, "Me wanna pway NOW!". I said in my best baby voice and managed my pouty face. I was smiling inside, however. Sharleen wasn't the only good actor! "Come on baby...", she tried to coax me into it and took my hand in hers. "Don't give mommy trouble. You've been such a good baby so far...". I 'gave up' and opened my mouth. Although I like to play the 'baby brat' role every now and then, I just didn't feel like it today. "That's a good baby!", Sharleen said and handed me the bottle. I grabbed it with both hands and drank its contents. Just like a baby. I felt a slight urge to pee. Nothing serious, I can hold it. I was only playacting as a baby. I handed her the empty bottle when I was done. "Good baby!", she praised me, "Finishing it all up for mommy!". I smiled at that. "What game are we going to play first mommy?", I asked. "How about hide and seek?", she suggested, "I know how much you like that game" "YAY!!!", I jumped up and down clapping my hands with excitement. I LOVE playing games like hide and seek or tag even when I'm not dressed like a baby. "Okay baby...", she laughed at my infantile response. "You just run and hide and I'll find you. Don't forget the rules...", she added, smiling mischievously. I knew the rules alright. Whenever we played hide and seek the 'baby' wasn't allowed to walk or run. Only crawl on her hands and knees like a real baby. And if the 'mommy' found the 'baby' she was allowed to do what she wanted with her, which in Sharleen's case was simple - Tickling me to death. She started to count and I crawled as fast as I could. I hid behind the bed in Sharleen's room. I wasn't sure why I liked this game so much. Sharleen ALWAYS found me no matter what, and I always ended up on the floor laughing so much from the tickling I almost couldn't breath. Oh well... My diaper crinkled every time I made the slightest move. How on earth does one can hide when the noise from diaper is giving them away? I crouched on my arms, face down and my behind pointing up. The bed was hiding me completely. Completely? Oh no, my diapered butt was exposed! Alas, before I had the time to lower it down, Sharleen entered the room. Oh hell, I knew I was doomed. Only a blind person would miss my diapered butt peeking out like that. I heard Sharleen's shoes tapping on the floor as she walked. Like a vicious predator hunting for prey. She spotted me almost as soon as she got in, I could tell, but apparently she decided to play with me a little. "Well, I have no idea where my baby is hiding...", she said. I could hear her steps approaching me. "Well, I'm getting a little tired from searching for her. Perhaps I'd just rest my heard on this white pillow peeking out from behind my bed..." Okay, NOW I'm doomed... "Hmmm, that's odd...", she continued, getting closer and closer to me. "I don't recall having a pillow like that... It looks like a diaper!". When she said the word 'diaper' she also slapped on it playfully. I looked up and saw her smiling down at me. "Hi Baby!", she said playfully. "Looks like mommy found you, again, as always... And you know what that means don't you?" I certainly knew what it meant. In less than a second she leaned over and started to tickle me, and soon enough my uncontrollable laughter could be heard throughout the entire apartment. Sharleen laughed too, apparently she found tickling me to tears very amusing. But I should have known it by then, it happened so many times before. "HA HA! Thop mommy! I ha- HA HA HA! hafta go to the bafroom!", I managed to say between my hysterical laughs. I wasn't lying either. Sharleen didn't hear me. Or chose not to hear, I don't know. And sure enough, a few seconds later the inevitable happened. When I realized I was peeing I was in shock. It's been about twelve years since the last time I wet myself involuntarily. I just couldn't hold it any longer and soon felt the warm liquid being absorbed by the diaper. "What's wrong?", Sharleen asked and stopped tickling me. The look on my face, and the visibly wet diaper have said it all. "Oh my God! You wet yourself!", she exclaimed and felt the dampness. "Oh sweety, mommy is so sorry!", she said and hugged me. "I thought you were only kidding when you said you had to go to the bathroom". Actually it wasn't that bad. So I wet myself without noticing, big deal. Everyone else in my position would have done the same, it's not like I wet my bed or something. And even if Sharleen stopped tickling me prior to the accident I still would have wetted my diaper anyway. The bathroom was off limits when we played the baby role. When Sharleen saw I wasn't acting like it was such a big deal she smiled at me. "Well, come on baby, let's get you changed". She took my hand in hers and off we went. She spread out the changing pad on the floor and helped me lie down on it. She took the pacifier and put it between my pouty lips. My pout quickly turned into a smile. As I was lying there, smiling with the pacifier still in my mouth. Sharleen looked like she just saw the most adorable thing in her life. "Hold that pose baby!", she said and almost ran to grab the camera. As I waited for her I was thinking about how cute I must have looked. Sharleen always loved seeing me sucking on pacifiers or bottle nipples, and if I was smiling at the same time she thought it was even better. Sharleen returned with the camera. "Okay baby, hold that pose for mommy. Smile and keep your paci in your cute little mouth!". She took several pictures of me laying there, smiling behind my pacifier with my legs spread and my wet diaper in plain view. That ought to make some cute photos for our baby photo album. When Sharleen was done taking pictures she proceeded to change me. She knew I don't like being in wet diapers for long, they get so cold and clammy. She opened the tapes on each side of the diaper. I must have wetted a lot because the diaper was soaked, there was a huge yellow spot between my legs shamefully indicating what I've just done. "Looks like my baby has really opened up her levee", Sharleen said, causing my to laugh. Whilst she disposed of the used diaper, I cleaned my diaper area with some baby wipes as gently as I could. She came back and sprinkled me with baby powder and I giggled as that wonderfully scented snow tickled my sensitive diaper area as it landed on it. I rubbed it into my skin. I lifted my legs up and we repeated the same process with my posterior. I lifted my behind and lower back off the pad and she slid a fresh diaper underneath me. She brought the front up and taped it tight, expertly encasing me in that wonderful thing. She smiled at me and tickled my stomach, causing me to giggle. She helped me up and hugged me. "I wuv you mommy", I said. "And I love you too baby", she said and started to tickle me again. I laughed. I wish this weekend would never end. Part 2 - Sharleen's Birthday I woke up really excited today. It was Saturday again, and it was Sharleen's turn to be the baby, but it was also a very special day other than that. Today was Sharleen's birthday! I got up early, showered, and got dressed for the day (white shirt and a tight purple skirt, along with some sandals). Then I went to Sharleen's room to wake up the birthday girl (or rather 'the birthday baby', I thought and giggled). I entered the sweet angel's room. The cutey was soundly asleep, her thumb in her mouth. I cold see her diaper bulging from under the thin covers. I imagined they were very wet. Sharleen could wet her diapers during the night at will (I know it seems like a paradox, but whenever she decided she's going to wake up wet, she did. I wish I could do that!). I opened the curtains. It was a nice sunny morning and the room was illuminated entirely. "Wakey-wakey baby girl!", I said cheerfully. Sharleen only rolled over so her face wasn't facing the sun anymore. She always had a rough time waking up in the mornings. "Is my tired baby sleepy as usual? Wake up sleepyhead!", I said in a sing-songy voice and sat on her bed. Nothing. "Oh, I know, maybe you want mommy to tickle you all over until you're awake?", I asked, but as soon as my finger touched her soft ribs she jumped. "I'm up! I'm up!", she laughed. The sweety is even more ticklish than I am, if at all possible. I rubbed my baby's back as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Do you know what day is it baby?", I asked and smiled at her. "Yeah", she said excitedly, "My Birfday!". I laughed at her sweet babyish voice. "That's right baby, and I have a surprise for you today, but first let's get you changed before your diaper will leak. Go ahead and take a shower while I set all the stuff up", I said. A little later she returned, clad only in a towel. I took it off for her and helped her onto the pad. I sprinkled a generous amount of baby powder on her crotch and behind, and diapered her tightly. "What ith the thurprise mommy?", Sharleen asked me. "You haven't had breakfast yet sweety, Patience is a virtue...", I replied and laughed. My mom used to tell me that all the time. We walked to the kitchen where I tied her bib behind her neck and sat down. "Would you like to be fed on mommy's lap, baby?", I asked her. What a question, of course she did. So she sat on my lap and I scooped some of the sweet mashed bananas on a spoon and held it to her closed mouth. "Now open up baby, you do want to grow up and become big and strong don't you?", I teased the spoon at her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth. When she finished it all, I handed her a baby's bottle filled with orange juice. "Drink it all up while mommy go and get your surprise", I told her. I went to my room and when I returned Sharleen proudly showed me the empty bottle. "Good girl!", I said, "Now it's time for your surprise!" "YAY!!!", Sharleen exclaimed as I pulled out the present I was hiding behind my back, "A pwesent for me!" "Go ahead, open it up dear", I told her. Sharleen tore the wrapping paper. It was a CD collection of her favorite Rock group I knew she wanted. "Wow, this is great Tali! Thank you!", Sharleen spoke without a baby voice. "Your welcome", I replied and then tickled her under the chin. "But don't worry sweety, I have a present for Baby Sharleen as well as the adult one!" Sharleen eyes lit up. "YAY!!! Two pwesents!", she said. "That's right baby, and mommy will give it to you when we get back", I said. Sharleen seemed a little taken aback by this. "You mean we're going out?", she asked and I nodded. "With me dressed like this? You can't be serious!", she said. "No of course not", I said, "You can wear your overalls and no one will notice you're wearing diapers! Come on, it'll be fun!" "I don't know about this...", Sharleen said hesitatingly. Neither her nor I have ever worn diapers outside of the apartment. Playing mommy and baby privately was one thing. Outdoors - another. "Would it help if I wore diapers too?", I asked her. Sharleen pondered about it for a moment. "Oh hell - why not, I'm feeling like doing something freaky today!". And so, we went to our respective rooms to change. Sharleen into her red overalls and me into a diaper. "Wow, don't you look cute!", I said when I came back and saw that Sharleen had tied her hair in two bunches. "Ready to go?", I asked. Sharleen took my offered hand and off we went. Neither of us have ever worn diapers outside, and it was quite weird. Sharleen's diaper made a slight crinkling sound with every move she made, but it was a very faint sound. No one would ever connect this sound with her wearing a diaper (Well, maybe besides all the mothers out there!). My diaper was less noisy, because I put on some tight panties over it, which muffled the crinkling sound. However, while Sharleen's baggy overall pants hid the diaper completely, my tight skirt bulged a little. We walked to a nearby mall where we just walked around aimlessly, window-shopping. After about an hour and a half we decided to grab a bite. We went to the burger place located on the second floor. The male cashier, who couldn't be older than sixteen, seemed a little taken aback by the two beautiful women who walked to the counter (probably because we were holding hands). I ordered a Happy-Meal for Sharleen, and fries and coke for myself. While I paid for the stuff, Sharleen took out the little princess doll she got with her meal. "Oh, isn't it sweet?", I said and petted her hair, "A princess for my princess!". The cashier was in shock. "Now there's an image he won't forget soon...", I smiled. After we finished our meals we decided to return to the apartment for another wonderful day of 'mommy and baby play'. On our way back, Sharleen stopped and said she had to go to the bathroom, but since we were halfway back, and there was no public restroom in sight, she decided to just wet her diaper. I smiled as I heard a hissing sound and realized that my little girl was peeing her diapers in public like any real baby would. I even envied her. I would never have the courage to do something like that. When we entered our apartment, it was completely dark. "What's going on here?", I asked as Sharleen switched on the light. "SURPRISE!!!" Sharleen and I almost fell backwards in total shock. Just before everyone else started circling us, I managed to give her the 'I had absolutely nothing to do with this' look, not that it helped very much. So there we were, in the same room with Sharleen's parents and grand parents along with her little sister. And we were both wearing very WET diapers! Sharleen was the first one to regain consciousness. "Oh, what a wonderful surprise!", she exclaimed with a fake smile that could fool everyone but me. "How did you guys get here?", she asked. "We told the landlord we're going to throw you a surprise birthday party, and he gave us the key", her mother said. Well, we can't blame him actually. Sharleen's parents and little sister visited us many times before and he knew exactly who they were. "Honey, are you okay?", Sharleen's father asked her. "You seem a little flush...". Think fast, Tali, think fast... "Oh, it's nothing...", I quickly said. "We're just coming back from the mall and we decided to walk instead taking the car, and it's a little hot out there... As a matter of fact, I need to freshen up a little bit and could use a change of clothes. What about you Sharleen?", I asked. "Oh yes, definitely", she said. "Meanwhile, why don't you all make yourself comfortable?", she suggested. "There's a CD in the stereo, hit play", she added. "Good thinking!", I thought. With the stereo on, no one would hear our diapers crinkle as we move. So off we went to our respective rooms to change. Just before Sharleen opened her door to her room I saw her mouth a 'Thank you' at me. Sharleen closed her door first, and just before I closed mine I could hear her mother say to her father quietly but still audibly: "Did you saw the outfit your daughter was wearing? And her hair! She looked like she's two years old instead of twenty!". I muffled a laugh. If only she knew... Soon we both finished changing out of our wet diapers and into more sensible clothes. The party was fun, considering. Sharleen's grandma makes the best cakes in the world! After a while it was time for all to leave. We said our good-byes at the door, where also everyone gave Sharleen her presents. Sharleen's eighteen-year-old younger sister Andrea was the last one to leave. "Why don't you meet me downstairs, I'll be down in a minute", she told the rest of her family before she handed Sharleen her present. When the door was closed Andrea handed Sharleen the present she got for her. "Happy Birthday", she said and then added: "I bought you a sweater. But if I had known, I would have bought you a nice big package of adult sized diapers..." The entire room became silent. I held my hand to my mouth in shock, how does she know? Poor Sharleen lowered her head, her face were deep red with embarrassment. "How... How did you know?", she managed to ask. "Oh please, could that BE more obvious?", Andrea asked, "The way you two walked, the crinkling noise, the outfit you were wearing... And by the way you walked I'm guessing they were wet as well. I can't believe it! My twenty year old sister and her foreign roommate like to dress in diapers and play like babies!" Sharleen eyes became filled with tears and she started to sob quietly. Before I could console her Andrea hugged her. "It's okay sis, it's okay... Let it all out...", she soothed her. "Okay, so I'll grant you the diapers", I said, "But how do you know about all the baby stuff?". Andrea just smiled at me and said: "You might want to hide your baby bottles deeper in the kitchen closet...". Sharleen was calmed down by now. "I still don't understand how could you find out when all the others couldn't", she said. "Oh, look at the time!", Andrea said and let go of her sister. "Mom and Dad are waiting for me downstairs, I gotta go!", she opened the door and smiled mischievously. "And as for your question... Ever heard about the expression 'It takes one to know one'?", she winked at us and left. "I'll be back this evening", she said from the hallway. Part 3 - It takes one to know one Sharleen and I just stood there, dumbfounded, trying to realize what just happened. I was the first to break the silence. "Oh well...", I said, "Never mind that now, I'm sure she'll explain it all later... But now it's time to get someone back into diapers...". "Let go Tali, I'm not in the mood...", Sharleen said. "Oh, come on...", I said in a coaxing voice and rubbed her back, "I know you want to... And besides, you know the rules..." Sharleen seemed to think about it a little, but I already knew she made up her mind. "Don't forget I haven't given you your baby birthday present yet...", I said. Sharleen smiled. "Okay mommy!", she said happily. "Good girl!", I said and took her hand. "Now let's get my birthday baby girl in diapers before she pees all over the place!", Sharleen laughed at that and put her thumb in her mouth. After I finished re-diapering Sharleen, she was trying to get up from the mat but I stopped her. "Lie down baby", I said, "Mommy hasn't given you your 'pwesent' yet, has she?". Sharleen smiled. "Now close your eyes...", Sharleen did just that and I took out her 'baby gift' from my pocket. "Okay, you can open your eyes now" Sharleen opened her eyes and saw me holding an adult sized pink pacifier. It was bigger than a normal pacifier and so was the silicone teat, which was big enough to fit comfortably in a grown up person's mouth. There was something written on the outer plastic brim. I held it closer to her eyes and she saw it said 'Sharleen' in engraved golden letters. It was real gold and it cost quite a lot, but it was worth to see the look on my sweet baby Sharleen's eyes when I presented her with it. Her beautiful green eyes widen open and her mouth dropped in awe. She immediately jumped up and hugged me. "Oh thank you mommy! I wuv it!", she exclaimed, "And I wuv you too!", she added. "And I love you, angel", I said, kissing her on the forehead. She opened her mouth and I deposited the teat of the pacifier between her lips. She started to suck on it contentedly. We played like that for some hours, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. It was Andrea, so there was no need in hiding all the baby stuff before we let her in. Sharleen, however, took the pacifier out off her mouth and wore some shorts over her diaper. The poor thing... It must be embarrassing for her getting found out by her younger sister. I invited Andrea to sit on the couch and then before I sat myself, I guided Sharleen to sit on my lap. She buried her head in my shoulders and sobbed quietly, too embarrassed to even look at her sister. Her face was, of course, beet red. Andrea noticed the discomfort of her sister and started to rub her back. "Oh, don't worry...", she said, trying to calm her. "I'm a diaper lover myself...". Sharleen stopped sobbing immediately, her eyes wide with amazement. "Wh-what?", she said, flabbergasted. Andrea smiled and nodded, she put one hand on Sharleen's shoulder and with the other she lowered her pant's waistline, exposing the top of the diaper she was wearing. Sharleen immediately jumped from my lap and hugged Andrea. Andrea laughed and I saw tears of joy in her eyes. I couldn't see Sharleen's face because her face was buried in her sister's shoulder, but I was certain she had them as well. I was starting to tear myself. It was so touching! After we all calmed a little we sat down again. Sharleen was making her way to my lap when Andrea asked me excitedly: "Can I hold her?". Sharleen seemed excited by the idea and gave me a pleading look. I agreed, of course, and Sharleen almost ran to Andrea's open arms and waiting lap. As Sharleen got into position on Andrea's lap, I handed her the pacifier. "You might want to use this", I said to Andrea. She took it and placed it in her older sister's mouth. Sharleen started to suck on it contentedly. Andrea told us all about how she started to like diapers. She said it all started when she was eleven. Her body was starting to change and she started to wet the bed at night. After a few wet nights in a row, her mother took her to the doctor and he said that having relapses in toilet training for girls at that age is perfectly normal, because her body is starting to change rapidly and she's turning into a young adult. He recommended Pull-ups, however, in order to protect the mattresses and avoid washing the bed sheets over and over every single morning. Andrea told us how ever since she put a Pull-up on for the first time she knew she was 'hooked'. She tried to be in Pull-ups for as long as she could, and of course, her bed-wetting problem had lasted more than it should have. She decided to quit, however, because she didn't want her parents to get suspicious. But she didn't have to diaper-less for long. She found out about sites on the internet dealing with infantilism and diaper-loving. She told us there were only few at that time, but now there are a lot more. Sharleen and I were surprised at this because we never heard of other people who like playing the same games as we do. I made a mental note to check out those sites as soon as possible. "And that's about it", Andrea continued, "Well, until I found out about you two today. I think it's very cute and sweet, and...", she paused a little, "...I want in". "What do you think?", I asked Sharleen, although the answer was written all over her face. She nodded vigorously and hugged her sister close. Andrea and I both laughed at that. "Well, it's settled then", I said. "You're welcome to join us Baby/Mommy Andrea!" "What do we do now mommy?", Sharleen asked, her pacifier still in her mouth. "Well baby, since I'm the mommy today, and I have two cute baby girls to look after, I suggest they should be dressed for the part... Now let's see, please lie down you two. There's no need for baby girls to hide their darling diapers under yucky grown up women's pants!" They both did just that and I took the short pants off Sharleen and the long jeans off Andrea and folded them neatly. "Now I'm sure you two must be starved by now, I'll better fix you two a little snack" I started to walk towards the kitchen when I heard Sharleen's voice from behind me. "Mommy, since today is a special day, can you be a baby too?". What a silly question was that, of course I wanted to be a baby too, but I tried to hide my excitement. "Oh well...", I said, "I suppose I COULD make three bottles instead of just two..." "YAY!!!", Andrea and Sharleen exclaimed in unison. I started to walk to my room when Sharleen spoke again. "Where are you going Tali?", she asked. "I was just going to my room to change", I replied. "No you're not, we're supposed to do that for you, remember?", she said and smiled. It wasn't long before I was lying on the mat where Sharleen and Andrea took off my skirt and panties, powdered me, and taped one of those wonderful diapers on me. And if being diapered by Sharleen was great, being diapered by both Sharleen and Andrea was even greater. They cooed at me using baby talk all the time. Sharleen went to fetch my pacifier and returned just prior to Andrea lowering my behind onto the diaper before pulling it between my legs and taping it. I just lied down over there, eyes closed, feeling pampered and helpless just like a real baby. Their soothing hands felt so great as they diapered me that I didn't even mind the occasional gentle tickling. I felt so secured and loved. I knew that Andrea was stronger and bigger than Sharleen, and I was sure she could have me sit on her lap or cradled in her arms. I couldn't wait for her turn to be the 'mommy'! We all went to the kitchen and prepared three bottles of warm chocolate milk and put on our bibs. Unfortunately, we didn't have one for Andrea, but we promised to get her one the following day. We had some ice cream and birthday cake left, and decided to make a baby feast in honor of Sharleen's birthday and the new Baby Andrea. So there we were, three cute adult baby girls dressed only in t-shirts and bibs and wearing nothing from the waist down besides our diapers, having a feast, which turned out to be a very messy affair. We took turns spoon-feeding each other and suckling on our respective bottles. We even started a small food fight. We all had the time of our lives, and by the time we were finished, our faces and bibs were a mess of whipped cream, ice cream, and crumbs of chocolate cake. After that we all sat on the couch and watched a movie, with Sharleen and I sucking our pacifiers and Andrea sucking her thumb. About halfway through the movie we paused it for a much needed diaper change for everyone. Mine was wet since almost the beginning of the movie, and although I enjoyed the warm sensation of a wet diaper against my crotch at first, it was starting to get cold and uncomfortable by then. It turned out that Sharleen was wet too, and Andrea was apparently slipping very well into the baby role as she wetted her diaper not once but twice! Her diaper was soaked and the huge yellow patch was clearly visible. Sharleen went to the bathroom and got the baby wipes while I helped Andrea lie down on the mat. We decided to change her first because her diaper was most likely to leak. I undid the tapes when Sharleen came back with the wipes and the baby powder. We cleaned her gently with the wipes and sprinkled a generous amount of powder on her entire diaper area. We slid a new diaper under her behind and brought it between her legs, taping it tightly. Andrea seemed to love every moment of it. She sucked on her thumb during the entire procedure, and we could tell she liked it because of the way she wriggled her toes. Apparently it was her first diaper change performed by someone else. I helped Andrea up and we changed Sharleen, and then it was my turn to be changed by both of them. Once we were all snugly diapered we fixed ourselves three bottles of warm milk. We then laid the waterproof mat on the floor in front of the TV and sat on it. We continued to watch the remaining of the movie like that, drinking the warm milk from our baby bottles and snuggling close against each other. By the time the movie ended, it was getting pretty late, and it was time for Andrea to go home. She changed back into her jeans and we walked her to the door. We all hugged before she left and she said that she would definitely come back the following week! Sharleen and I also decided to get some sleep. As I tucked Sharleen in her bed, I asked her if she enjoyed her birthday. "It was the best I've ever had", she said with a smile, "Not just because I got to spend it with my best friend, but also with my baby sister". She emphasized the word 'Baby' and we both laughed at that. "And did you like all you're presents?", I asked. "Oh, they were all wonderful, but the best present I got today was my sister as a baby like me. I'm the luckiest baby girl in the world - Fortunate enough to play 'Baby' with whom I love the most, you and Andrea". I smiled and kissed her on the forehead. "Sleep tight, Angel", I said as I slid her pacifier in her mouth and left. Soon we were both sound asleep, drifting to very sweet, happy (And WET) dreams.

I've been 24/7 for a few years now, and have lost most of my control, as far as I can tell. Not much dribbling, or at least I don't think so, although it's hard to tell when a wetting has finished and I'm pretty sure there's some dribbling for a while after each wetting.  Wetting often starts without warning these days, particularly at night, although not in my sleep, again as far as I can tell. I'm always in a nappy.

When I get sent to bed then I cuddle my teddy and my rabbit. When Mummy comes up to bed with my bottle, there's no room for my rabbit, so I cuddle my teddy and Mummy until morning.