I'm sitting in a poopy Rearz Critter Caboose diaper right now.  Mexican food last night gave me some hot poop in my diaper this morning.   It feels really good right now,  hot and soft and squishy.  Not too wet yet, so I'll sit in it for several hours and enjoy it. 

I play as an older kid, or early teen. I don't want to be a baby and unable to talk or do anything. I want to be independent, able to talk, play, run around in just my diaper, go out to the shops etc. I still need a mummy / nanny to change me and make sure I'm looked after, maybe feed me with a bottle before bed.

This morning,  I woke up and put on a Rearz Critter Caboose diaper and peed and pooped in it right away.  Had Mexican food last night and the poopy is pretty spicy.  About an hour later, I pooped in it a little bit more.   It really feels great right now,  hot n soft n squishy. I'll definitely sit in it for several hours and enjoy it.  Hopefully I'll get to poop some more into this diaper today. 

I love stories about being caught and humiliated

Thanks BabySofia!  Here's more! 😀 Chapter 12 : Little Space is Good Space! Welcome back, my JJ Little Bestie Fam.  At this point, are you now beginning to understand how all of these various events have each served a key role in the JJ Brand that you know and love today?  It all connects together like a little jigsaw puzzle.  Getting drunk on my first night in Philadelphia which resulted in a traumatic injury to my pelvis that I have no memory of.  All I remembered that night was crying in my room, covered in both pee and vomit, having no idea how that even happened in the first place.  All I know is that I was eating at one of Philadelphia’s fanciest restaurants with my sister and boyfriend and then I blacked out.  And because of that, I was completely oblivious to an injury that caused permanent damage to my nerves connecting my spinal cord to my bladder.  And just to let you know, my JJ Little Besties, it is currently 2028 at the time of my typing this and I have still not recovered or have shown any improvement from my untimely incontinence.  I have gotten used to it at this point, but even with it being nearly three months since the incident happened, past Jill was still struggling with the shocking reality of having virtually no bladder control and having to wear diapers for the rest of her life.  The stress that came with having to manage all of the diaper changes, practicing proper hygiene with each change, and hiding virtually every physical sign of wearing a diaper while in public from every nonconsenting adult that have no business to know about my bladder control issues. And while the cause of my incontinence was a very important puzzle piece, every other puzzle piece carries equal importance to creating the full picture of my journey from unfortunate college graduate to diapered celebrity influencer.  The continual nightly bed wettings leading to my need to wear diapers to bed every night.  The fortunate meeting of my boyfriend due to a blind date secretly planned by my sister and her boyfriend (thanks sis!).  This piece was also important as my boyfriend’s love of video games and streaming led to my gradual interest in video games and his influence in wanting me to start my own streaming channel on Twitch.  My gradual tolerance of wearing diapers nightly.  My final farewell to Cleveland and the embarrassing accident on the airplane that ensued.  My worsening incontinence discovered from my unfortunate “fireworks” during the Fourth of July.  My uneventful First Stream on Twitch.  My first fun Twins Days Festival with my sis and how I watched my self gradually lose what was left of my continence over the course of just one weekend.  My best and worst day coming from a job offer that I was forced to refuse due to a viral TikTok called “Diaper Girl” going viral.  And finally, my painful discovery of my diapered reality after discovering the truth about the cause of my incontinence.  And believe it or not, my JJ Besties, this puzzle is not finished.  There are more pieces to add to it.  This next one is how I came to slowly accept my incontinence by learning about the ABDL lifestyle and engaging in little space through regression therapy.  This is going to be a good one, my JJ Littles so grab your pacie and your blankie and let’s get started. Between my appointment with Dr. Davis and Dr. Saunders, I completely lost count of how many restaurants my sister took me to.  During the week, she simply invited me to have lunch with her on a dime.  On the weekends (and some Saturdays when I wasn’t on a date with Gary), she took me to a nice restaurant for dinner.  I knew exactly what she was trying to do.  She was using comfort food as a way of trying to make me feel better as I really felt worried and depressed about the hopeless state of my bladder.  The Pink Trests were certainly doing their job, but I was getting tired of changing my diapers all the time.  My twin sister’s food therapy just wasn’t working.  But I didn’t want her to think that I was showing no appreciation for what she was doing so I faked my very best smile that I could.  If my sister could see a smile on my face, it was just enough for her to get off my back about trying to butter me up concerning the diapered elephant in the room that I just didn’t want to talk about.  After all, I was inflicted with a serious condition of the bladder that I didn’t deserve.  Why was I of all people suddenly hit with such bad luck from a traumatic injury leading to my loss of bladder control?  All I wanted was to use the toilet normally like I used to.  I wanted to wear my Victoria’s Secret panties again and not experience any embarrassing accident in my pants while wearing them. But with all the days that have passed since my appointment with Dr. Saunders, I tried to look at things the way that she did.  I tried to follow the advice of Trisha Leeson and “own” my incontinence.  I even tried to take the suggestions that Glytter told me to heart.  After all, Glytter’s incontinence has been with her for at least 20 or more years at this point. Despite all of these suggestions that have been provided for me to use as coping mechanisms to live with my daily incontinence, nothing was working.  And with my Friday appointment with Dr. Stillman on September 29th, I was wondering if her advice was going to be just as ineffective. Since the very day that I broke the news to my sister about rejecting the job offer at CBS Philadelphia, she has not been leaving me alone about finding a job that can provide a “livable wage”.  Why couldn’t she just listen to me about Twitch, and how my streaming channel was beginning to grow out of control with more and more subscribers and generous bit donations every stream day?  But Twitch was totally out of the question.  Jen didn’t want to so much as hear the word mentioned in a sentence.  Since I showed her the TikTok video, all she gets is angry whenever I mention anything regarding Twitch.  Just seriously.  I am TIRED of her asking me to get a job when I am doing my Twitch job every freaking day during the week!  And in addition to Twitch, my JillianPlays YouTube channel was starting to pick up.  During the morning of my appointment with Dr. Stillman, my YouTube channel had 191,473 subscribers. And my JJ Little Besties, if you are curious about Diaper Girl, it had 256 million views and 27 million likes the Friday that I saw Dr. Stillman.  A lot of different countries all over the world had their own unique version of “Diaper Girl” at this point.  There was even an anime version, with cute anime girls all doing the “Diaper Girl dance” in jogging pants and diapers that were barely peeking out.  Salt-N-Pepa was making record album sales all because of “Diaper Girl”.  At this point, I have gotten over the frustration and anger that I initially had when I saw “Diaper Girl” for the first time.  For me, it was generating an unparalleled level of publicity to my Twitch Channel and my Discord has grown into one of the most active Discords in the history of the platform. All of a sudden, a loud voice broke me out of my reverie. “Jillian Jenners?” A woman called. I turned my back to see a woman in her mid-thirties standing next to me.  She had long locks of black hair that went down to her shoulders with a stylish prescription of bifocals.  She wore a teal blouse with a navy-blue skirt.  She stood a few inches taller than me.  I gave her a nervous glance.  “Hi?” “Jillian or Jill?” the woman asked in a warm and friendly voice. “Jill,” I said plainly. The woman offered me her hand and I shook it.  “Jill it is, then.  I am Dr. Bridget Stillman, and it is time for your session.  Follow me to my office and we can begin.” I nervously followed my therapist to her office, as a series of questions began to flood my mind.  What does this therapist want to know about me?  Why did I even ask for one in the first place?  Is she good at keeping secrets?  Each question that I tried to answer in my mind created ten additional questions.  By the time that I could even think of any additional questions, I was gently tapped on my hand by my therapist.  “Jill?  Jill?” I glanced at Dr. Stillman, giving her my full attention.  “Yes?” The doctor adjusted her glasses and smiled.  “I see that you are very deep in thought.  You almost look a little anxious.  There is no need to worry, Jill.  Everything that is discussed here is completely confidential.  Now, please take a seat.”  She pointed down to a soft tan couch and I sat down.  I glanced around her office and noticed a few bookshelves by her desk filled with various books pertaining to psychology and therapy.  Different fidget toys were laying all over her desk, along with a few board games that I noticed that were stacked on the top shelf of one of her bookshelves.  I even saw…No.  Was it?  Yes!  A Nintendo Switch!  I also noticed a few cabinets and drawers along with a few soft blankets and plush animals on the floor. When Dr. Stillman noticed my eyes moving all over the room, she nodded.  “Yes Jill.  There are a variety of different things that I do with my patients to help with their treatment.  Now please answer this for me before we get started.  Are you comfortable with me sitting beside you?” I nodded.  “Go on ahead.” My therapist sat beside me and gave me a focused stare, as if she wanted me to give her eye contact.  “Good.  Now we are not going to focus so much on your treatment today.  What I would like to do is get to know Jillian Jenners.  To make you feel more comfortable with sharing, I will share with you a little bit about myself.  You already know my name.  Bridget Stillman.  I was born an only child in Pittsburgh.  This bothered me as I never had any siblings of my own.  But I had a lot of cousins.  Then nieces and nephews.  I grew up with anxiety and needed treatment from a child psychologist.  That’s a little bit about me.  What can you tell me about yourself, Jill?” I nervously fidgeted, pressing my fingers back and forth over the fabric of my orange red skirt.  I began with the most obvious facts about myself.  That I had an identical twin sister named Jennifer and how we both grew up in Jasper, a small city in Indiana.  How both I and Jen had totally different interests growing up.  How I always loved watching the evening news growing up as a kid.  How my love for watching the anchor made me want to be a news anchor and to go to school to become one.  How I got my Bachelor of Science Degree in Communication.  How I was so broke that my sister had to bail me out and have me move in with her.  All while I shared this information, Dr. Stillman never once interrupted me.  She just kept letting me speak until I had nothing left to say. After I finished telling her about being taken in by my sister, I became silent.  What else was left to tell her, besides the most embarrassing things that I wasn’t at all comfortable with revealing?  I sighed, as I wasn’t about to give her any other details concerning my private life. Dr. Stillman glanced down at her notebook, which now had a copious amount of notes from all of the information that I provided her with.  “Very interesting, Jill.” She told me.  “Now, tell me.  Were you able to find any work yet?  You look a little uncomfortable.  Look at me, Jill.  I am a licensed therapist and because of HIPAA law, I cannot disclose information from any of my other patients to you.  What this means is that I will never share this information to any other patient.  If I violate this, I will lose my job.  Now Jill, can you tell me what you are uncomfortable with sharing?  Maybe you would like to play a round of Mario Kart 8 with me on the Nintendo Switch?” Those two words triggered all of the newfound passions that I discovered when Gary introduced me to video games.  While my first initial experience was when my sister was gone at work, he really got me to enjoy playing them to the point that I can’t stop playing now.  I gasped.  “You’re a gamer?” Dr. Stillman nodded.  “Yes Jill.  Video games is a big passion of mine when I am not holding therapy sessions with my patients.  It was my escape growing up since I had no other siblings.  I also watch other people play video games on streams.  Have you heard of Twitch?” I gasped.  At this point, the conversation was almost begging to be discussed.  Video games, and now Twitch?  This coincidence almost convinced me that Dr. Stillman could read my mind.  She was merely drawing me out with all the things that she could gather from her cognitive superpowers in mind reading.  “What?  You like video games and Twitch?” Dr. Stillman suddenly gave me a strange look.  “Wait a second, Jill.  You look familiar.   Very familiar.   Why do you look so familiar?  Wait!  Are you JillianPlays?” My heart sank.  My therapist’s rather unique hobby in playing video games and watching streams has exposed me in the most awkward and embarrassing way possible.  I nervously fidgeted on the couch seat as I felt my pink Trest diaper getting warm.  “Um…Yeah…” I muttered.  “Y-yes I…am.  I am…JillianPlays.”  I looked away from my therapist, as things were starting to get too embarrassing for me to tolerate. “Jill,” she said calmly.  “What is there to be ashamed of?  You have a wonderful channel with a following that’s growing every day.  Could it be…that Diaper Girl video on TikTok?” That triggered a level of anger in me that I didn’t even know was there.  “STOP!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.  My face was burning red, and I was now hiding my face in complete embarrassment.  And if that were not bad enough, I was about to cry. “Jill…Is it okay if I hug you?” I was still hiding my face from the therapist.  I didn’t want her to see the face of Diaper Girl, let alone JillianPlays.  “Yes…” my voice squeaked in a very high tone. The next thing that I could feel was the arms of my therapist wrapped around me.  And, as much as I was trying to fight tears, the flood gates opened.  A stream of tears came out of both my eyes as I began to sob loudly. My therapist gave me a soft pat on the back.  “Jill, it’s going to be okay.  What you are experiencing is painful trauma compounded with post-traumatic stress.  You have bottled all of these feelings inside of yourself, and now you are letting everything out.  Can I have your permission to try out a different treatment option?” My face was red and puffy, and it was hard to see my therapist with all the tears that were still coming out of my eyes.  I was short of breath and was starting to hiccup while still crying.  “I’ll try something different…sure…” Dr. Stillman pulled her office drawer opened and I saw her holding something that made me gasp.  I could not believe my eyes.  It was a yellow pacifier, but it was much bigger than a baby pacifier.  “Here.  I want you to begin sucking on this until you stop crying.  Take deep breaths through your nose and relax…” Still hiccup sobbing, I grabbed the pacifier at her request and began to suck on it.  As weird as it felt, I began to find myself starting to relax.  I only focused on breathing through my nose, but I felt very calm and for a moment, it was almost like my therapist was not even in this room.  I finally removed the pacifier and breathed out a sigh of relief.  Although my face was wet, I was no longer crying. “Feel better?” she asked me.  “Believe it or not, some adults with autism use pacifiers to help themselves calm down.  It seems to be very effective for you.  Do you think that this is something that you would want to try the next time that you are upset?” I could not believe it, but I was finding myself nodding up and down.  I was about to give her the pacifier back, but she balled up her hands and shook her head. “Keep it.” She told me.  “Use that pacifier the next time that you are upset.  Now, Jill.  I have another question for you.  Are you familiar with regression therapy?” I gasped.  This was the same thing that Glytter was talking about.  I nodded. “Okay,” she told me.  “Before I talk about this therapy, I would like to address some things that might be bothering you.  Now both Dr. Davis and Dr. Saunders have provided me with their notes from your recent appointments with them.  It appears that you were involved in a traumatic accident that has damaged the nerves in your bladder and now you are incontinent and need to wear protection 24/7.  All of the new changes that you suddenly have to adapt to along with that viral video has overwhelmed you with stress.  Now we can talk about these events at later appointments, but I would like to determine what is causing you the most damage so that I can begin to form a treatment plan for you.”  “Now you told me that you were familiar with regression therapy.  My reason for bringing this up is because this was prescribed to me to deal with my anxiety when I was little.  Now I still face anxiety problems as an adult, but what I find to be the most comforting is to be held by someone.  As a child, my mother began holding me again, and my mind began to return to where it was when I was only an infant, being held in my mother’s arms.  My husband does this to me now, but the place where your mind goes to find your little self inside you is called little space.  Finding this space is different for each person.  For you, it could be just using that pacifier when you are upset.  Is regression therapy something that you would want to try, Jill?” I gave her a soft nod.  “Can little space be something like peeing my diaper while I’m in bed?” I blurted. Dr. Stillman nodded.  “Yes.  Little space is anything that makes you feel like you are little again.  There are many triggers and it’s different for each person.  But no matter who you are, little space is very cathartic.  Little space is good space.” I found myself blurting out more information regarding little space.  I told my therapist about Glytter and how she was also incontinent like I was and how she used regression therapy.  I told her about the ABDL diapers that she purchased for me and how she planned to buy me some additional things to promote that little space. “It’s good that you have a friend that understands little space,” she told me.  “Let her help you find that space and use it to heal your inner child.  There are still a lot of hidden traumas that we need to talk through and discuss, but if regression therapy is something that you want to do, we can discuss all the things that we want in that therapy and I will formulate a treatment plan with those things that you want.  Consider that your homework assignment for next week’s session.  Do you want just a pacifier?  Some patients have gone all the way and have dressed themselves up like babies and live like this full time with their own caregiver to take care of them.  Maybe you don’t want to be that extreme, but this is your treatment.  What does Jillian need to best treat what ails her?  Considering your huge Twitch following…” “And YouTube following,” I added.  “Almost 200,000 subscribers.” Dr. Stillman nodded.  “And YouTube following, paying for therapy is not going to be an issue for you.  As a bit of advice, I would invest some of the money that you are making to secure your finances.” I nodded and took all this to heart.  I shoved the yellow pacifier into one of the smaller pouches in my backpack purse (AKA diaper bag) and zipped up the pouch.  I thanked my therapist for the appointment and told her that I would work on the “homework assignment” that she had for me. For today’s stream, I decided to play Animal Crossing: New Horizons for one more day before starting on anything new.  From numerous suggestions on my Discord, I would be starting on every single 2D Mario game before Super Mario Bros. Wonder released on October 20th.  Super Mario RPG would release on November 17, 2023, so I would want to play the original SNES version before then (Gary could lend me his SNES and game so I could play it without any issues of trying to acquire the game for myself.) After the stream, I focused my attention on a few more boxes that Glytter sent me.  I opened up all of the boxes and could not believe the contents that I found: An adult sized changing mat from Rearz.  A pink Simba glass feeding bottle plus an ABDL baby bottle that looked like it could hold twice as much fluid as the Simba bottle.  A few different onesie bodysuits in different colors and patterns.  A few were from LittleforBig.  A few more were from Land of Genie.  And still a few more were from Onesies Down Under.  Altogether, there were at least 20 different onesies that she sent me.  She also sent three different cotton footed sleepers from Rearz.  And, as promised, I found her Glytter pacifier, which was skillfully crafted, with different decorations around the ring.  I could see the beautiful glitter around the pacifier.  It almost looked too good to suck on.  Along with the pacifier came a few pacifier clips from LittleforBig.  Feeling very self-conscious, I said good night to my sister before beginning my regression therapy treatment. Before I began dressing up in the baby clothes, I took the dish soup from the kitchen and began washing the pink Simba bottle in my bathroom.  The door was closed, so my sister didn’t see me taking the bottle into the bathroom.  After giving it a thorough wash, I filled two glasses of milk from the kitchen and poured enough milk to fill the Simba bottle.  Realizing that I only needed one glass, I poured the extra milk back into the milk jug and placed it back in the fridge.  I then took the pink Simba bottle full of milk into my bedroom. From there, it began.  I laid out the Rearz Little Monsters changing mat and got a Tykables Animooz diaper out of my closet.  I undressed myself and laid on the changing mat.  I removed the soggy pink Trest diaper and used all my changing supplies to wipe and apply cream to myself before powdering the new diaper.  I then diapered myself and put on a LittleforBig onesie that was white with yellow stars, blue clouds, and blue sleeves with white polka dots.  A feeling of excitement came upon me as I began to snap the three yellow crotch buttons.  SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!  The three buttons were securely snapped and the onesie was now securely fastened over my Animooz diaper.  I felt constrained, but in a good way as I felt the snugness of the onesie hugging around the crotch of my diaper and up to my back.  I tied the new Glytter pacifier around a yellow pacifier clip and clipped the pacifier ribbon to the collar of my onesie.  I turned off the lights and I got into my queen bed, holding the pink Simba glass feeding bottle.  I got into the covers and I began to suck on the feeding bottle.  The same feeling of calmness came over me as the yellow pacifier from earlier.  The short intermittent gulps of milk entered me as I began to feel…different.  I no longer felt like an adult.  I was now filled with a sense of excitement and wonder.  Like everything felt like it was brand new once again.  I…I couldn’t believe it.  After my bottle of milk was gone, I began to coo and babble.  I kicked my feet up and down and suddenly felt anxious.  The kind of anxiety that an infant would feel from being over stimulated.  I immediately stuck my Glytter pacifier in my mouth and my infantile anxiety was gone.  This…was good.  I could already feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder.  This…was little space. “Little space IS good space.” I said.  But if you were to hear it, it would’ve sounded like “libble spahs ih gud spahs” since my words sounded like a baby trying to speak for the first time. I woke up and realized that I was still wearing my baby clothes from the night before.  I yanked the ribbon on the pacifier clip and grabbed the Glytter pacifier.  Smiling, I popped it in my mouth and began sucking on it. I was in such a calm trance that I didn’t even realize that the door to my room cracked open.  All of a sudden, I heard a shout from my twin sister. “JILLIAN!  WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!!” I spit the pacifier out of my mouth and glanced at my sister, who turned the light on in my room. Jen’s mouth was wide open as she glanced at the changing mat on the floor, the empty pink Simba feeding bottle, and the top of my onesie with the ribbon of my pacifier clip sticking out from my collar.  “Jillian Marie Jenners, WHAT are you doing dressed up like a baby?  Just look at you!  You are wearing a onesie with a pacifier clipped to it!  You have a changing mat on the floor with an empty baby bottle!  Why, I don’t even know what to say right now…” I held the pacifier in my hands as part of the ribbon dangled down.  “I do.  My therapist recommended regression therapy and to wear all these things so that I can find my little space…” “So you just dress up like a baby to do that?” Jen shouted.  “Jill, I know that you are incontinent, but that doesn’t make you a baby.  But this?  You need to look at yourself in a mirror!  Why Gary, your boyfriend?  He would DUMP you if he found out that you were into doing this.  Can you please stop?” “And stop my treatment?” I said, scowling.  “This is what my therapist recommended to me.” “And THIS is what I recommend to you!” Jen countered.  “Get a different therapist!  She’s a quack, Jill!  Just tell me.  How old are you?” “21…” I muttered. “Well, you could’ve fooled me!” Jen said.  “Jill, infants wear onesies, suck on pacifiers, and are fed with baby bottles.  Are you an infant, Jill?” Having given my sister’s question a little thought, a mischievous smile came across my face.  “Yes, I am!  Look at me!  I am baby Jill!  Goo goo ga ga!” “Stop!” Jen shouted, looking even more upset.  “You are NOT an infant!  I am going to leave this room and I want all of those baby clothes off!” I sighed.  “Really?  Jennifer, this is MY room!” “And this is MY apartment!” Jen said, before realizing the mistake that she had just made.   “Wait…Your name is on the co-lease so you have equal ownership…Fine Jill!  If you want to dress up like a baby, do it in the privacy of this room!  But I DON’T want to see you prancing around the apartment in a onesie and…” She tugged back the underside of the onesie to expose the padded butt of my diaper.   “What is this?  They make baby diapers for ADULTS?  I am so disgusted and mortified right now.  Just…get it back off and put your adult clothes back on.  Your pink Trests are fine…Plus those NorthShore MegaMaxes.  I just don’t want to see those baby clothes AGAIN!”  Jen stormed off and firmly closed the door behind her, with her angry voice still trailing off in the distance. “I can’t believe it!!!!  My twin sister is dressed up like a baby!  URRRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHH!!!!!!!” I hastily put away all of my ABDL paraphernalia, cramming everything into the closet.  The changing mat, the onesie, the pacifier, and the Pink Simba feeding bottle (I will wash this when my sister is at work). The rest of the morning felt awkward, as my sister began to gripe over my lack of a real job and how my streaming wasn’t going to pay the bills.  I was showered and in a new lime green skirt (Skirts were all I wore now, considering how easy they hide my diapers.)  and a black Ann Taylor ruffle button top. Instead of the usual date with Gary, both he and Joey decided to have another Mario Kart night at the Jenners Twins apartment.  I made absolutely sure that all of my ABDL things were hidden in my closet. At around 3:00, everyone came over.  Joey, Trisha, Bradley, Gary, and Mark.  Joey and Gary brought a few 12 packs of soda to share. We all took turns playing four-player Mario Kart.  During the evening that I played, something crazy happened.  I actually got first for the first time!  I came in first with Princess Peach and Gary came in second with Mario.  I just couldn’t believe it. Just about everyone knew about me wearing diapers at this point.  Joey knew, since he watched the VOD during the same day of my embarrassing wardrobe malfunction and discovered the Diaper Girl TikTok.  Just about?  Okay.  Everyone knew because of Diaper Girl.  And considering its popularity at this point in time, everyone has seen Diaper Girl by now.  So, when I announced that I was heading off to the bathroom, they just knew that I was going in there to change my diaper.  Minutes later, I came back out in a fresh diaper, which I could probably wear for the rest of the night, considering how crazy the absorbency is on these Trest diapers. Gary quietly mouthed to me, as if to say, “In a fresh one?”.  I gave him a light nod. The night went on as we guzzled soda, ate pizza, and played Mario Kart to our hearts’ content.  Or, in Joey’s case, it was to our “Karts’” content.  I never got first again that night, but managed to snag second a few times, as my drifting skills were improving and as I grew more familiar with the tracks, my performance was greatly improving. I then saw another surprise.  Trisha actually came in first!  Her Isabelle beat Joey, who came in second as Donkey Kong, followed by Bradley, who came in third as Yoshi. The other thing that I noticed about Trisha was how she occasionally looked at me when I was playing.  I also noticed something very weird about her that evening.  During the entire time that she was over, I did not see her get up once to use the bathroom.  And while it might have just been my imagination, I couldn’t help but notice a crinkling sound coming from her when she walked around the living room.  Could Trisha possibly be wearing diapers?  I don’t have any idea.  Since Bradley was always around her and I didn’t want to embarrass her in front of her boyfriend, I never asked her about the suspicions that I had regarding her undergarments in question.  Besides, Trisha too wore a skirt like I did, so if she was wearing a diaper, it was not at all noticeable. During a few moments while we ate our pizza, both Gary and Joey mentioned how popular my stream was.  Jen then shut the two down, expressing her disapproval by mentioning how something like that was not going to make me a lot of money and that I should get a “real job”.  Before Gary and Joey could counter Jen’s argument, Jen warned them to not make any more remarks about Twitch and that the discussion was over. At around 11:00, both Jen and I politely “kicked” everyone out.  Like the last meeting, which was eons ago considering how busy everyone was during the summer, we all agreed to have another Mario Kart evening again.  Perhaps, at Joey’s suggestion, we should do this once a month.  With that, the next Mario Kart weekend would be in October, and it would be a costume party with it being close to Halloween. After everyone left, my twin sister still looked quite annoyed. I glanced at her with a puzzled look on my face.  “Jen,” I addressed her.  “Just what is your problem?” Jen sighed.  “I don’t know…” she said sarcastically.  “Joey only mentioned your Twitch stream about TEN different times!  Jill, I’ve had it.  I want you to close your Twitch account and get a REAL job!” My heart skipped a beat.  “No!  I am NOT closing my account!” “Jill!” she shouted.  “You need to get a real job!  Just tell me.  How many times have you looked for work this week?” “None…” I told her.  “Because my job is Twitch.” “Not anymore!” she told me.  “We are going into your room and you’re going to close your account.  Then on Monday, I will want you to have a job by the end of the day.” I smiled.  “Then I will just do YouTube…” “No!” Jen shouted.  “You will also close your YouTube account!  It’s a waste of time!” I sighed.  “You who are so good with money…. Do you have any idea how much money I’m making doing this?” Jen fiercely shook her head. I gave my twin sister a smirk.  “Fine.  If you want to close all of my accounts, then I want you to look at the balances before you do.  Sound fair?” Jen nodded.  “Sounds fair to me!  I’m going to show you just how little you’re making.  That a Twitch job is a waste of time, and you should really try to get another anchor job…” I laughed.  “They all know about Diaper Girl.  I could never get another anchor job.” Jen walked to my bedroom and glanced at my laptop setup.  “Show me your accounts.” I got onto my Twitch account and showed her the income that I was making from September alone. “WHAT?” Jen gasped.  “This can’t be right!  The number I’m reading is $74,818.80!  That has to be just this year, right?” I shook my head with a smile.  “Nope.  That’s the amount of money that I made from just a month.” Jen gasped.  “ONE…month?  That’s half of my salary…in one month!  Then how much did you make last month?” “Let’s see…” I said, smiling.  “August.  I made $6,680.25 in August.  And if we include my first month, I have made $81,623.80 off of Twitch so far.  I’m already making almost $30,000 more than my job offer, which was about $56,000…” Jen was now speechless.  She was pointing her index finger at me with her mouth wide open.  “Wow!” she then grabbed me by the arms and began shaking me in excitement.  “Why didn’t you tell me that you made this much off of streaming?!!!  Why, the year is not even over yet!  Who knows?  By next month, your one-month paycheck could equal more than my year’s salary!  Jillian!  Why didn’t you tell me?” I gave my sister a glare, looking a little pissed.  “Why?” I scowled.  “I tried to tell you but you wouldn’t listen to me.  Now, are you going to close my account?” Jen shook her head.  “Why would I do that? If these are actual numbers, then you’re making more than what I could even imagine!” I gave my sister another smirk.  “We’re not done.  We still need to ‘close’ my YouTube account…” I showed Jen the adsense earnings from YouTube, from all the views that it generated so far. “$11,017.50 so far this year. Not bad for a channel with 200,000 subscribers.  I already have a few offers for my first sponsorship.  It’s just a little more but if you add it to Twitch, that’s $92,641.30.  It’s not quite your income, but it’s a start…” “And how do you get all that money on Twitch?” Jen asked me. “Subscriptions and donations.” I told her.  “Do you see the numbers?  I currently have 592,891 followers, and 28,216 have subscriptions.  About 85% of these subscribers have a Tier 1 Sub, which is $4.99 per month.  80% use their free Twitch Prime account.  What this means is I earn $2.50 from each one of those Tier 1’s.  Twitch gets the other half.  I have already reached partner last month.” Jen gave me a skeptical look.  “Okay.  To ensure that this is for real, I want to see your bank account.” Back in mid-July, Jen helped me open a Philadelphia Federal Credit Union account.  I opened up the PFCU app on my phone and pulled up my account.  “Read it and weep!” I shouted. Jen glanced at the balance and gasped.  “$86,473.52?!  Okay!  I believe you!  Go!  Keep making money from Twitch and YouTube and put me in the poor house with my pathetic earnings as a CPA.  Now Jill?  Get back to work!” After that, Jen was silent, and I could see the tears that were coming out of her eyes.  “My sister is making so much money from just playing video games all day…”  She then gave me a serious look.  “Don’t spend too much of that.  You are going to be taxed on your earnings at the end of the year…” I nodded and patted my hands on my sister’s back.  “I couldn’t believe it either at first.  Here…” I gave my sister a tissue and she wiped the tears out of her eyes, before blowing her nose. To quickly summarize Sunday, I went to church with my sister and Joey again and we had a delicious breakfast.  The rest of the day was spent enjoying some more Animal Crossing with my sister. When Monday came around, Jen wanted to personally speak to my therapist, since I had her listed as my representative.  After an hour-long conversation with her, she pulled me aside during my stream break. “Jill,” she addressed me.  “I talked to Dr. Stillman, and she told me to support your treatment.  She explained to me regression therapy in more detail than what I cared to even know.  Anyway, go ahead and do what is good for your mental health.  But let me warn you.  None of our friends can know.  Joey can’t know.  Gary can’t know.  None of our friends!  She spoke about the rule of consent and how my initial attitude towards your treatment demonstrated non-consent.  She expressed to me the importance of supporting you as a twin sister and how damaging it would be to discourage your treatment.  Now, does it mean that I like your decision to both dress and act like a baby?  No.  It’s a tough pill for me to swallow.  I don’t know if I can get used to seeing you act like a baby, but I will at the very least tolerate it for your sake.  I want to support you, even if it means something that I don’t totally agree with.  So get your baby things on after the stream.  Just don’t come crawling to me if you need that diaper changed.” I nodded.  “I would never ask you to do that.  I mean, I have been changing my own diapers since my incontinence began.  Thanks for supporting me, sis.”  I gave her a hug and had a quick dinner, before my stream break ended. I continued playing through Super Mario Bros. again and managed to get through most of The Lost Levels by the time the stream was over. After the stream, I put on all of my baby things and said good night to my sister, fully dressed in the same onesie and pacifier as the night before. “Cute…” my sister said, indicating a strong tone of sarcasm in her voice.  “Well, my little baby sister is ready for beddie bye!”  She saw the empty pink Simba feeding bottle that I was holding.  “Aw…Is my baby sis going to get a milky baa baa?” I nodded with a loud cooing sound. “Well, joking aside Jill, I hope that you have a wonderful sleep tonight.  Again, this baby thing and regression therapy is still very weird to me, but if it’s going to help you heal, I don’t want to discourage that.  Nini my baby sis!” “Nini Jin!” I shouted in my toddler voice. I waddled over to the fridge and filled my pink bottle with milk. I then entered my bedroom and got into my bed.  I sucked down the bottle, feeling a sense of calmness come over me.  I felt my adulthood vanishing before my very eyes.  All of my senses were intensified, and I felt like an infant again.  I cooed, babbled, and sucked on my pacifier when the infantile anxiety got the best of me. Having thought of what Dr. Stillman told me, she was indeed right.  Little space is good space. I calmly suckled my pacifier and before I even knew it, I was fast asleep.