Vermont

I go to the urologist quite a bit. They always insist I drink water whilst waiting for the Dr. So I can give a sample or they can do an ultrasound etc.  I always end up having to strip to my nappy for the Dr. Nothing worse than standing there literally filling my nappy in front of him and his nurse assistant. Or lying on the ultrasound  bed in just a nappy and flooding it. Also urodynamic test. Filling my bladder more and more one time they just kept filling it and it wasn't coming back out.... they gave up so I stood up and as I did I turned into a fountain peeing everywhere. Embarrassing 

Pro tip. Throw a couple of diapers in the spare tire compartment of your car, or stick one under your car seat. Nobody will ever see it, and you'll always have a spare near by. But also consider keeping a spare backpack in your car too. Have a spare diaper, change of pants, powder, wipes, a few small plastic bags, and any other emergency supplies you might need. No need to always carry it with you. I also keep the backpack in my car, and it works fine for me should I ever need a diaper bag.

Hello love, I just got out of a very long relationship where I couldn't really explore my abdl side. Im a registered nurse in San Antonio so I have a good job and an apartment with an extra room. Were you female by chance? I'm also 28m. 

My bad. Mikey, not Moo.  No offense meant, I'm just that bad with names.

63. My Unexpected Bonus Once Tess was out of the door, I turned my mind back to our plans for Christmas. I had the dates that my little would be away now, and I doubted there was anything I could do to change her plans at this stage. So we would need to reschedule the day of regression play to before she went. That gave us less than a week, which would certainly make the process harder. However, I was confident in my ability to organise any event quickly and efficiently; that was one of the things that made me sure I was destined to be a little’s Mommy, even before I remembered Tess and knew she was the one I would be nurturing. The big one in that kind of relationship needed to be confident, assertive, playful, and organised; four areas I excelled in. Once Tess was gone, I quickly finished getting myself ready, and jumped in the truck. I had things to sort out this morning, especially now I needed to make Christmas come early. I didn’t need to worry about work; especially now that Reznor owed me for taking on some of his work last Saturday. He would cover for me if Jessop was in before I arrived. I drove down to Pine Ridge, and parked at the side of Brock Street. I had stopped here so many times, to ambush Ffrances for a quick fumble when she was on the way to work. This time it was different; I walked over to the hedges I’d seen her emerge from so many times. It was strange, but in all the time we’d been together, I hadn’t actually visited her at home. She lived in Pine Ridge somewhere, but I didn’t know if her apartment would be somewhere in sight of work or not. I could only hope. “Hoping to follow me home?” her voice surprised me as I peered out through the gap in the hedge. As expected, it was a residential cul-de-sac. I guessed that the lack of Ffrances’s car anywhere in sight meant that she had walked here, while there was plenty of space to park a car at the end of the little road. So she probably lived a few hundred yards away, where walking would be quicker than starting up the car. Unless she had a garage, of course. “No, how about I bundle you in the back of my car, and take you back to my place?” I joked. And then the serious thought: “Tess is being weird again. You know I said she didn’t want to talk about the details for plane tickets and all that?” “Yeah. It was only last night. So she admitted she wants to stay? Is she asking if Spike can crash for Christmas?” “No! No, what world does that even make sense in? A guy like that, she knows we’re not going to be so…” I paused, and took a deep breath. That wasn’t the issue. “She’d know better than something like that. But anyway, she’s tried to do it herself. Doesn’t want me to check the details or anything. Some of those forms can be a real pain, but she’s sure. Like she feels she’d be letting me down if she asked for help, she has to do it all herself, you know? Well, she told me now she’s sent it off. But if she’s made even a small mistake on the visa, or the declarations, they won’t let her board the flight. She’d be so broken up. So I hope it’s right. But…” “But refusing help is a problem, right?” Ffrances always knew where I was coming from, it was like she was reading the words off the back of my head. “She feels like she has to be an adult even if she doesn’t want to. You think that she’s finding it harder to find her littlespace?” “Yeah. She… she acted like the hypnosis helped. And after we treated her like a little one for a day, she was smiling and grateful for the next few days, even if she felt obliged to deny it. But maybe that only lasts so long. I’ve given her a pacifier, and she said that helps, but I don’t know if it’s enough. I think she feels like she can’t be little, because she has too many responsibilities. She needs another chance to play, I think. To remind her there’s nothing wrong with being a little.” “I know someone else like that,” she said. I heard a faint sound while she was talking, her phone vibrating, but she pulled it out of her pocket with one hand and didn’t look at it yet. “Definitely interested in being little, but can’t imagine abandoning their adult responsibilities. Responsibilities they shouldn’t even have. I want to help them both, if I have to move heaven and earth to do it. But the Christmas plan runs into a logistical problem. When’s she going?” “Thursday. In the evening. I can get the tree, the decorations, and everything. Maybe we offer her a chance for a ‘proper family Christmas’ before she goes? Regression, presents, proper feast. You know the kind of thing. There should be time later in the day. I mean, I know there’s some old-fashioned families who have a full roast dinner at lunchtime on Christmas day, so if we did that we’d be leaving the evening free for her flight.” “Okay. I don’t know how much you’re willing to cook. And remember I’ll be little too, so I won’t be able to help you.” “You don’t need to–” “I told you, it’s not a problem. It’s my choice, right? Not yours.” “Okay,” I conceded. “If Tess really wants to have a little sister, and if there’s nobody else you can find. How about your colleague?” “Hmm?” “You said you know another little. Someone we’ve both met, you said. But our neighbours aren’t the type, and we’ve barely spoken to them. It has to be somebody from your work, right? Someone I met at that charity picnic.” “You know the people at work aren’t the only people I know, right?” She said it like she was being sarcastic, but those words could only make me worry. Not just because she was evading my question, when having another volunteer would have been so helpful. But because she’d said it was someone I’d met, and the only time I’d spoken to her friends at all was meeting a gaming group in an old comic shop. Not the kind of people I wanted my little associating with. And perhaps she sensed my nervousness, because she added: “Someone you met first.” Then I could be a little calmer. I’d been thinking back to that picnic, but if I’d actually been paying attention, I realised that I’d brought my girlfriend along to my office party last Christmas, where she had attracted a lot of compliments on her outfit and her wit. But I was sure nobody had mentioned anything like littlespace there; it was a professional event, and we hadn’t drunk enough to bring up embarrassing personal preferences. But perhaps she had exchanged numbers with someone when I didn’t notice? Or someone needed therapy, that was possible. I did work in an industry that was somewhat famous for leading to breakdowns among those who cared too much about the company. If they’d been referred to a shrink at PRMCT, it was quite possible Ffrances would have recognised them; and that would give them a reason to be talking about ways to relieve stress. But…  there was another little on the Upper Ashfields site, and I hadn’t noticed? I found that even harder to believe. I had a natural gift for recognising people with a dominant or submissive streak; I know know within a few minutes of talking to someone new whether they would enjoy that kind of thing. That was how I’d found Ffrances so easily; maybe I’d been the first person to approach her already knowing what would turn her on. And it was just the same for littles; it was obvious in the way they walked, the way they talked. I’d known Tess would be a perfect little as soon as I saw her face, even before she realised it herself. So how could one have been working on the same site as me without me noticing? Maybe Ffrances was wrong, that was possible, even if it would be so disappointing at this stage. Or it was one of my neighbours; but who? They were mostly older people, too old to have any thoughts of childhood. One other option popped into my mind. The fourth ex-Mrs Heeling was a young woman, way younger than her then-husband, and dressed even younger. I’d put it down as him trying to prove how young and virile he still was, but perhaps she could have been expressing another side of her personality. I was sure she’d tagged along to a bunch of company events with him. Had Ffrances gotten talking to her at last year’s Christmas party, fellow spouses, while I talked Ken’s ear off about progress on a report he was supposed to be delivering to management the following week? I could see that being possible. “Was it Barb–” I started, but Ffrances held up a finger for quiet, quickly reading a message on her phone. “Anyway!” she said. That was a line in the sand; she didn’t want to tell me what someone else had said in confidence. But I was sure if it was true, I would be able to find out by careful interrogation of Ken the next time he happened to be in the office. “Enough about other people’s secrets. Tess sent a message. She’s asking if she can have something extra special for a Christmas present. And with so little time, she’s found the courage to come right out and ask if I can hypnotise her again. So I think any more planning will have to revolve around what she’s going to ask for. She might already have ideas in mind. But I’ll do my best to merge our plans, after you already put so much effort into it.” “That’s great,” I smiled. “So we didn’t need to worry about finding her a little friend after all.” “You never know, she could want something that takes two. Maybe that’s why she left it until a special occasion before bringing it up; she knows it’s a big ask for you after last time, and doesn’t realise there’s another option.” “I’m not being regressed,” I told her again. “Not unless there’s no other way she will do it. And you’re not either.” “Why don’t we leave that decision until she actually says what she wants? I’ll text her back, see if she’s more comfortable talking to me, or to both of us together. But there’s not much else for us to talk about now.” The conversation had taken quite some time, but she still found time to bite my neck and push me backwards into the hedge before she completed her walk to work. By the time we were done I was sure she would be late; and I felt like it would have been disrespectful if I didn’t at least stop for a shower before work and work the pieces of orange leaves out of my hair.       I wonder if you can guess any better than Gabby can 😛 Who do you think Ffrances is talking about?