Trading Post

Evelyn looked at her daughter's nervous expression and gave her warm smile before handing her Pooh bear toy over, "here you go sweetie now be good for your cousins and if you have a trouble come get me." Amber smiled as she gently took her cousin's hand and took her little sister's bedroom, already her little sister had the room prepared for the Tea Party her stuffed animals lining the table with a special place of honor for her Tigger toy.

That, I have not done yet - it might be a bridge too far. I did have to tell my one buddy that I'd be feeding diapers through his trash stream, but I bagged them discretely. I was staying there for a week - there was no other option. Other than that, with the exception of hotels, who are being compensated to but up with their guest's solid waste peculiarities, I've taken my nappies back with me, in my overnight bag - I don't want any of my friends, or their wives (who are commonly also my friends, and usually friends with my wife...), or, God forbid, any of their progeny, to have to deal with an Inspire+ the weight and dimensions of a dead raccoon, that is wedged in a bathroom garbage can. That might be it for "Uncle Sherri" staying over.  But in general, your point lands. I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop, and for someone in my world to say, "Ew, that's disgusting!", either outright, or, in their internal monologue, and then I'll notice that Justin & Katie aren't inviting me, or us, over anymore, and will never really know why. So far, that hasn't happened. I've been extremely lucky. I do still try to be discreet about it, although, you are correct, that I no longer stand at the far side of the room, and remove tabs like I'm defusing a bomb, when I stay at Dave & Anne's place, for example. I know Anne is prone to getting up early, and reading, and sipping tea, in the morning silence, and I know that their guest room is proximal to their living room, and that she can probably hear the muted but not indistinguishable background notes of someone fussing with their big plastic diaper, a hollow door away. That part, I've resigned myself to.  You are 100% spot on about there being zero justification, nor necessity, to show off my boxer shorts, or neon pink thongs, or whatever else I might have an inclination to wear, and nappies should be no different. But, neither should they be subject, in theory, to obligatory extra layers of shame-induced security. With one very important exception: I will be wearing my Kevlar body armour, when I sleep in other people's beds, both this weekend, and on into perpetuity. (If any federal agents are scanning this, please know that the armour I am referring to is actually made of vinyl and terry cloth.) It is liberating, though, and somewhat unexpected, to have somehow crested this tipping point, to where a significant number of the people I interact with, socially, outside of work, or at least, the people I care about, are up to speed on "this" situation, at least somewhat. The next chapter may be my siblings - I live close enough to my sister to never have to sleep at her place, when she visits. She doesn't drink, anyway, so while I'll sip something with her husband, I've never been unable to drive, leaving her place. But my brother is another story - he lives half a continent away, and he has the same blood type I do: IPA. So, when I stay with him, I go back to James Bond levels of diaper secrecy, which also happens when he stays at my place. I'm not sure what my siblings would read into my current wardrobe preferences; they were there when my stepdad waved one of my homemade diapers around, and yelled at me, when I was 13. I don't know what they made of that episode - we haven't spoken of it, since. Do they think he was mad because I'd started wetting the bed again, and hiding it? Or, did they figure out that it was something weird? My brother was 9 or 10 at the time, and my sister was 17, so I'm thinking that he probably did not put two and two together, although I wonder if he's done any addition since, on the topic. But my sister... not sure.  I haven't spoken publicly about this - you have to keep some powder dry - but I've had a couple of private conversations here, about a couple of episodes, when I was young, that I barely remember, where she tried to extort me with her knowledge that I had a box full of Pampers in my closet at all times, in order to get me to cooperate with whatever she needed at the time, such as cleaning the sink, or dusting, or whatever she was trying to get out of - that, you could see as being not exported from the realm of ABDL fantasy writing. But, she did used to want me to play dress-up with her and her friends, here and there - I think she thought it was hilarious to make me a prop, when I was 7 or 8 - it was a bit of a power trip for her, at an age where she didn't have much power. I never did that to my brother, but I did used to punch him once in a while, as a big brother should. He later gave that back to me in spades, as an aside. But back to the main point - I recall one juncture where I was supposed to put on one of her old Halloween costumes, when I flat refused to, because one of her friends was the older sister of one of my friends, where she then said, "I'll show her your diapers..." I reacted somehow - I honestly don't remember what I said or did, but the result was her saying something along the lines of, "Don't get so bent out of shape, I know you like wearing them, retard.." (My apologies for employing the "R-word" there, but that is what she used to call my brother and I. It was a different time.) I don't know if that was a dig, or an observation, but it's one of the memories that has stuck with me.  So, "coming out" to them, with some kind of medical wireframe to fill in the why of it, could fail spectacularly. Or, it might elicit a shrug. 

Hi everyone my name is Jackie I live in Easthampton Massachusetts. I’m a full time trans girl, I transitioned to female in 2010 and though I’ve been a diaper lover for a while now it wasn’t til this March I decided to fully embrace all that me and made the transition into diapers 24/7 on March 28th and I’m glowing, I’m so happy and I’d love to get to know some of you here and make some friends who accept me for me, a wet and messy girl in diapers. 

A nice story. I think I remember reading this one at some point. But I don't remember. Agu! Nya! Nya!

How the journey going?