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they wanted  me to stop  because of the too many times i  expose my diapers to  girls on facebook  and some  girls for real .   The  last time i did it   i  did not feel so good  and i was wearing diapers to work no problem   but  on the day of  when facebook gave my sister in law a  diaper friend suggestion  because i ckick on a diaper girl on face   it send me  to  no more facebook and we start  to  stop exbiitism  and shame fantasy  and  they want to make me stop but   somehow i got them to  say okay balance the use and thinking of diapers   they dont believe i can go cold turkey right now    i  know exposer is wrong  and i wlll not  do it    and i am going  back to  wearing and ustng  at home only  and reading  and watching  youtube   

3. A New Place “I’m not a baby!” They weren’t the words Tess had expected to say when meeting her new housemate, but the possibility of being underestimated had always been at the back of her mind. The last couple of weeks had flown past impossibly fast. From being a looming possibility, the big move to San Lorenzo was now only two days away. Gabby had quickly agreed to let her stay, saying it would be great to have a house that didn’t feel so empty, and she never once said anything negative about Tess’s age. The adults sorted out the paperwork with a minimum of fuss, and the toughest thing Tess had to deal with was her mum saying over and over that they would miss her, and asking if she was sure about this. She knew that it was going to be hard. She might still be in the right district to go to Raybridge High, but Palmerston was still miles away, and the school busses didn’t cover that area, so she would have to walk fifteen minutes every morning to get to the bus stop. She had to pack up all her belongings ready to move, and communication with her new housemate over this period had been by email, with infrequent responses. Apparently Gabby was out of town right now, so couldn’t share any pictures of the house other than what she happened to have on her phone, and there was no opportunity to get to know each other properly before she moved in. Now she was at her new home. Meeting Cousin Gabby in person for the first time in a decade, and seeing the place she was going to be living. Her parents had dropped her off, and offered to help her unpack, but Tess insisted that she would be able to do it herself. When she made such a show of independence, they weren’t going to argue with her. It was one of their best qualities, almost enough to make up for jetting off around the world to further their careers every year. They had stayed long enough to have a quick look around; to see that the house was tidy, the kitchen well-stocked and the bathroom immaculate even when Gabby had only returned from her vacation a day before. Tess hadn’t even thought about that, but her dad said it showed that she wasn’t the type to leave chores to the last minute. In the circumstances, he said there was no way she could have rushed to tidy up before they came to visit, so he was sure that Gabby’s housekeeping skills could be taken at face value. Now, Tess was seeing her own room for the first time, and it wasn’t what she might have expected. She hadn’t been quite sure what she expected – Gabby had said it was a spare room, so she thought it might have been a guest room of some kind. Simple furniture, no personality, used occasionally when a stranger came to visit. Or filled with boxes of unwanted junk, like the collection of old exercise machines Liz’s brother kept in his family’s garage. There would be a bad in there, she was sure, because her dad had made sure to ask Gabby about that, and she’d said it was fine. Tess hadn’t been sure if she would be helping to move boxes from her new room to some other part of the house; if she would need to do a thorough spring-clean before she could actually move in. And if so, she had wondered how much Gabby would try to take charge, or would leave her to her own devices. What she certainly hadn’t imagined was that the room would be an immaculate temple to the colour pink. Pink walls, pink carpet, and pink sheets on the bed. Pink lacy sheets, as well. There was a rocking chair in the corner, and that was also pink, with frilly pink antimacassars draped over it, and a pink-painted desk with a matching chair that looked like it would be a good few inches too small for Tess to use comfortably. It looked like the whole room had been furnished out of a Barbie accessory catalogue, or some kind of knock-off Disney Princess merch. She had never seen a room that screamed “baby girl” quite so loud, even when visiting friends who actually had babies in the house. “I’m not a baby!” she yelled, and turned around to face Gabby, who just had a smug grin on her face. She couldn’t believe she was being asked to live in a room like that; there was even what was unmistakably a changing table in the corner, and the only boxes in sight were pink stackable crates, decorated with stickers of cartoon stars and crowns, and filled with what could only be little kids’ toys. “Why is there all this…” “I’m sorry,” Gabby answered, but Tess was sure she was laughing a little under her breath. “I didn’t have time to redecorate. The house was sold furnished, you know?” She kept on explaining, but Tess wasn’t fully listening. She was taking another couple of steps into the childish room, trying to see past the decor and decide if she would be okay living here. The room wasn’t too small, she realised. There was more furniture in here than in her old room, especially counting all the toy boxes, but when she paced between them it took her eight steps to reach the far wall. If she could get rid of the clutter, and move in some clutter of her own, it would probably be a pretty big space. She was still angry, of course she was. She didn’t want a room that looked like it had been decorated in a candyfloss factory, but she was starting to realise that there hadn’t been time for Gabby to do anything about it. She had only known Tess was coming a couple of weeks ago, and she’d been back home for less than a day of that. There was nobody to blame for Tess’s current situation; it was just bad luck. So she would put up with it, and deal with it as quickly as possible. Like an adult. “I can put up with this,” she said. “For a while. Can I at least change the sheets?” “We’ll get you some the next time we go shopping, dear. And I’ve got a friend who’s a decorator, Malcolm. I’ll give him a call and you can look into picking some colours you like.” “Thanks,” Tess sighed happily. A problem easily dealt with was almost as good as no problem at all. And more importantly, it meant that Cousin Gabby would try to make things easy for her. That was a good sign for the next few months, she was sure. Because even if she’d been upset when she first saw the room, she knew there was no choice about staying now. Her parents were leaving the country the day after tomorrow. They’d already made arrangements to sell their house; half their furniture had been carted away by a wholesale auction firm, and their visas had been confirmed. It was too late to change her mind now, so she had to stay here whether she got on well with Gabby or not. Tess was really glad that it had turned out so well.

4. My Compromise “I’m not a baby!” I’d seen the words in email more than a dozen times already, and John Naylor had already told me that it was Tess’s favourite thing to say when she was upset about something, but it was the first time I’d heard her say that in person. I’d had half an hour to get to know Tess and her parents, talking as we walked around the neighbourhood, and I still couldn’t get over how cute she was. I’d been sure to remind myself that she had grown up since the last time we met; I didn’t want to be disappointed on seeing her face to face. But she barely looked any older. If I’d seen her in the street, I would have guessed that she was nine or ten at the oldest, and I could understand why kids at school would have picked on her. She was an easy target; someone they could envy, perhaps. She was so small, so cute, that everyone would want to be like her. Practically perfect, with silvery-blonde hair swept back in a tight ponytail and an expression that looked so innocent and dreamy in between moments of intense focus. I’d just left her parents unpacking some of her stuff in the kitchen – she was a picky eater, apparently, and had wanted to bring some of her favourite stuff in case she didn’t share my tastes – and taken her upstairs to show her the new nursery. She yelled. Well, I half expected that. She would realise just how good it felt to sink into her little headspace when she tried it, but right now she was still trying to be as adult as possible for her parents. I did my best to comfort her, explaining that it was only temporary, that she didn’t have to keep it like that if she didn’t want, and that Malcolm would be happy to decorate again. When her parents joined the conversation I explained that I’d already paid Malcolm to redecorate, and that if Tess picked a colour scheme he’d be here just as soon as he finished his current big job. They all seemed satisfied with that, although John pointed out that he’d be willing to pay some of the costs. I assured him that he didn’t need to, that I could cover it. Easy to be generous, when I knew my new baby would have changed her mind long before it was convenient to have a decorator in. She had a lot of stuff with her; almost as much as all the things I’d already bought to get ready for her visit. I helped as much as I could, did everything possible to reassure her parents that she was going to be happy here. Before four o’clock they were gone, and it was just me and Tess in the house. A family, alone at last, and I couldn’t resist a smile when I thought about how much fun we were going to have. * * * We spent the evening watching TV. I’d picked out a movie that Jenny at work said was a classic; a family movie that I should have seen when I was a kid. I figured that I needed to get to know Tess, so she could trust me with her problems. We laughed along with the movie, and by the end we were feeling like family again. In the circumstances, I felt like it would be appropriate to offer Tess a glass of wine. I had a bottle of some low-alcohol stuff that was more like grape juice, and I figured that after all the pressure she’d been under to act her age, she would appreciate it if I treated her like an adult a little more than I had to. That would make it easier for her to trust me. I got up a few times to refill our glasses. We were on the second bottle now, and it was easier to talk; but this was reduced-alcohol wine so it was only like drinking a glass or two. And apparently Tess was feeling more comfortable with me, so she came out and asked if she would have to look after herself. She told me that she could make her own dinner if she needed to, that I didn’t have to look after her, and that she didn’t need a babysitter anymore. It seemed a strange thing to come out with, and I was pretty sure that wasn’t what she really wanted. She just felt obligated to say it. I gave the best answer I could on the spur of the moment. I said that if she acted like an adult, I would have to treat her like an adult, and made some lame joke about splitting the bills or something. It made sense in context, and seemed funny enough. And then I turned that around and said that if she wanted me to treat her as a baby, she just had to act like one. She didn’t argue then, because it was clearly a joke. I think she was starting to warm up to me, and she didn’t need to be so defensive. And I knew that if she remembered the conversation, she would have to dismiss the next time I called her “baby” as a continuation of the same joke. I went to fill the glasses one last time, and hesitated. She’d had a long day, and I knew she must have been exhausted. Not to mention that she had school in the morning, and it would be her first time rushing to catch the bus. I gathered that her old home had been on the edge of Raybridge, so almost within walking distance of her school; but from here it would take ten minutes of brisk walking just to reach the nearest stop for the school bus. I glanced back into the lounge, and saw Tess bouncing in her seat, smiling. Well, that was a good end to her first day, but it had its own problems. I knew Tess had to be tired, but she was also excited and giggly. Not good for a child who needed to sleep. So I reached to the back of the top shelf, and found a little plastic tray loaded with vitamins, painkillers, bandages, and a selection of assorted first aid stuff that I’d never found the time to sort out. I opened two small packs of tablets, and took out one of each. A sleeping pill would certainly be good for her in her current state, to make sure she actually slept before her early start. But I wasn’t sure if a whole one would be too much given how small she was, so I broke the tablet in half. Then it was time to hesitate again. I didn’t know what her parents’ attitude to medication had been; they could have been the kind to insist that you didn’t take anything unless it was absolutely needed. And even if we were friends again, she might not trust me enough to just take a pill when I said it was a good idea. That was a question it would be better to put off until she was a little more sure of where she stood. So I crushed the tablets up with the back of a butter knife, and tipped the white powder into one of the glasses. The strong taste of a sweet dessert wine would mask the flavour, I was sure. And she would be a lot happier with a good night’s sleep before having to learn the new route to school. Twenty minutes later, the movie was over and I knew I’d made the right choice. She was already sleepy, and went straight to bed. The nursery door was ajar, so I looked in on her twice before the morning and found her sleeping soundly. Everything was going perfectly now.

If I'm at work in my diaper that is already wet and I have to go potty, I go into the bathroom, a private, no stalls, and I don't untape my wet diaper, I wiggle my diapie down with the regret that I have to use a toilet rather than mess my diaper, when done, I wiggle my wet diaper back up, make any necessary diaper adjustments, pull my pants on, and go about my day wetting as the need arises. If I think I am going to or getting close to leaking, I close my office door and change my wet diaper, cleanse my diaper area with adult wipes I keep in a file cabinet, put my wet diaper in a plastic bag then in my brief case, then in an outside trash receptacle. If I have to change like this it is already close to the end of the day so I go "commando." I am, however, very good at knowing the capacity of my diaper, and I don't flood my diapers, but wet with smaller to moderate pee pees throughout the day, so I arrive home wet, greet my wife, then change. I could have been in a diaper for 12 hours by that time. It's early morning at home and there was no necessity to wiggle out of my wet morning pink MegaMax diaper. I just relaxed and messed my diaper in the kitchen while getting coffee. Much better than wiggling my diaper down!

Loving this story so much so far!!!! Can't wait for what's next