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Sissy2Baby:
An accident had me in diapers and I've loved them ever sense.
Mom and I
were traveling to visit family when she turned right and into a
culvert mom
thought was a road. I remember it being foggy and mom mistook
a break in a
fence for a right turn we were suppose to take. I had lower
fractures in
both legs and was in cast to just above the knees by the time family
arrived. I was also wearing a diaper and pair of rubber pants
under a
hospital gown.
It was painful for me only in those first few hours at the hospital
and I
worried some about mom since she'd struck the steering column.
Mom would
end up staying at the hospital for a couple of more days while I
went to my
aunt and uncle's home that following morning. There were seven
kids in this
family and the house was huge.
One of my older cousin's had been a bed wetter and it was her
diapers and
plastic pants my aunt gathered up for me to wear. No one
seemed to care or
comment and my aunt acted very nonchalant over it. Ages for
the kids ranged
from four to sixteen and it was Julie, the oldest, who more or less
took up
caring for me. I remember her telling me, when I asked about
the sizes,
that her mom, my aunt, had made the baby pants from shower curtains
for the
third to the oldest to wear at night.
I actually didn't need to wear the diapers during the day but my
aunt
suggested it for the sake of "comfort" since getting
around was next to
impossible. The doctor had told my aunt that the cast were
designed so I
wouldn't or couldn't use my ligaments which would tug on the bones
and that
would pose a risk as I healed. He also said I shouldn't put
any pressure on
either leg for at least two to three weeks.
I was, in a word and in spite of the discomfort, in a kind of heaven
at the
time. My aunt actually spent a lot of time with me when we
first got to the
house talking me into the diapers and plastic pants believing I
needed that
talk. I didn't but I understood that if I seemed to happy over
those I
might not get to wear them. I thought it was kind of funny in
some ways.
Julie, the oldest cousin and who was more or less in charge of me,
had asked
me in secret a couple of days later if I liked being babied a little
and I
admitted that I did a little. We sort of conspired with each
other after
that and I would tell her when I had to wet so she could rest her
hand over
me while I did so. I did number two on the toilet. That
wetting turned her
on although I didn't fully understand why but it didn't matter much.
In
return for that favor she would play with me to climax before I'd be
diapered again.
As you might imagine it didn't take long to accept fully the play or
her
babying me. That is also when I became fascinated with girl's
clothes.
This was 1956 and girls then wore dresses with petticoats and Julie
also
wore a garter for nylons that went under her panties. I didn't
know much
about girl's clothes or girls for that matter but she would allow me
to
sneak a hand under her slips and to her panties when we
"played". Before
long that too was almost a routine.
There was lots of baby stuff in the house and Julie would sneak in a
few
things into the room I was using. I began nursing a baby's
pacifier when
she changed me and sometimes, when it was safe, I'd get a
baby's bottle she
would fill with milk or water. These were glass bottles at the
time and
they are still a big turn on for me. She hid everything in a
box we kept
under the bed I was using.
The house was always busy but during the day the kids did chores and
worked
the farm and garden often leaving me and Julie more or less to
ourselves. I
was in a room on the first floor furthest from the kitchen and you
could
hear someone walking in the hall. That allowed us a warning so
we could
hide the baby stuff or stop doing what we were doing. Since
Julie stayed
dressed it wasn't difficult hiding our "play" time if
someone was to come
in.
I started wearing a long girl's tee shirt which, for them, served as
nightgowns, but for me a way to be covered and still be changed.
They
looked like tee-shirts and were white so it wasn't all that feminine
looking
but I started thinking of it as a girl's dress. Julie's room
was next to
mine and we shared the bathroom. The house, two stories with
an attic, had
four bathrooms in it.
Mom came home a few days later and took over a bedroom that was next
to the
kitchen for her recovery. Her face was badly bruised and she
had to wear a
brace for her teeth. She spent maybe a full week in her own
bedroom
sleeping from the medication she was taking. Meanwhile I was
becoming more
and more babyish for Julie.
Julie liked treating me like a baby and I loved the treatment and
sometimes
would get changed two or three times within a couple of hours.
One night
after everyone had gone to bed Julie came in and I got to pretend I
was
breast feeding. For a boy of ten this was way beyond anything
I had ever
known till then so I was more than eager to do whatever she wanted
me to do.
I'm not sure how it began because I can't remember the conversation
or what
started it but I got to wear one of her baby doll nightgowns and in
those
days they were really more like baby dresses than the sexier
versions of
today. The panties that went with them were puffy short leg
bloomers and
easily fit over my baby pants and diaper and after that night I was
her
pretend girl baby.
We never had actual intercourse but she showed me how to rub her
while she
would masturbate me and I always got to wear one of her baby doll
nightgowns
when we would play at night. As you might imagine I leaned a
lot about sex
but in a remarkably unique way and I've brought a lot of those days
with me
into adult. We had planned on visiting for couple of weeks
before the
accident but ended up spending nearly the whole Summer there.
When the cast came off I still spent a couple of weeks on crutches
and
wearing leather and metal braces and sadly the diapers and baby
pants, for
daytime at least, went away. Up until then I was using an old
wicker style
wheel chair they borrowed from a neighbor. I did get to wear
my diapers and
baby pans at night and that is sort of funny because my aunt again
explained
that it might be better for a while until I could get out of bed on
my own.
It was nearly September before we left and my cousin gave me three
diapers,
two pair of baby pants and one of her baby dolls with panties in
kind of sea
green that I kept for a very long time. Mom never found the
baby doll but,
not too long after we moved into our new place, she did find the
diapers and
ironically she wasn't as surprised as I thought she would be.
I think she felt bad over the accident and that I'd gotten use to
wearing
them. She didn't actually diaper me, but she didn't toss them
out like I
thought would happen, and at night I'd diaper myself. I also
had a couple
of baby pacifiers and a glass baby bottle I had hidden that she
didn't know
about. I'd fill it with water or milk at night after she went
to sleep.
Seven years later I still fit easily into those diapers and the
plastic
pants and they were still in pretty good shape and when I went into
the
service I used the Gray Hound Bus Terminal Lockers and Gray Hound to
ship my
baby stuff where ever I went. On liberty I'd get a room and be
a baby
adding a baby blanket and a few accessories I'd purchase as gifts.
I once met a transsexual prostitute and explained to her what I
liked doing
and a little bit on why and she pretended she was my cousin. I
actually
thought she was a girl for a little bit of time and then, when I
found out
she wasn't, ignored that part. She was very good as a girl and
she played
my cousin better than I remembered of those days. It also
pretty much
locked me into women (and feminine men) that are dominate.
To this day I love dressing as a baby girl and the frillier the
outfit the
better. I have several baby dresses and ruffled panties which
I adore over
thick soft cotton diapers. I also love "playing"
while dressed. I have met
a couple of adult baby girls, a dominate daddy type and one mommy
over the
years.
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