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    • That is exacrly the motivation I had before I started. I am sure you will find a way to make one for yourself. If I can do it, you can do it. I am no longer willing to share the details of how I make my stent. Too often I received messages about bad results from people who followed my directions. Sorry.
    • im a middle kid age 13yrs old regressed,like to wear kids cloths and kids underwear over my diaper looking for a daddy to change me and bred me on a regular basis  
    • im a middle age regressed to 13yrs old,i like wearing kids underwear over my diaper and looking for a daddy to change my diaper and breed me on a regular basis  
    • use a razer that you would use on your face,hold your balls in a fist tight and shave your balls and get a erect penis and shave it down words then shave under your  balls and your ass hole and butt  
    • I was golfing yesterday, and dribbling away while sipping a $12 beer. As an aside, golf is perhaps the only venue where they actively encourage you to drink while operating a motorized vehicle. Anyway, I got to thinking to myself as I walked past a port-o-let baking in the sun, that I really don't know if I could go back at this point. I mean, I'm sure I could regain my bladder's tone and capacity, eventually, if I really had to, but, what I mean is, if I had to give up diapers, cold turkey (I'll have to look up the origins of that expression, I've never understood it beyond knowing what it's supposed to mean...), I'd be pretty useless for a while. I'd be stopping to go pee every 45 minutes or so. How would I play golf? How would I drive to other cities? How would I fly anywhere or get any work done at my desk? How would I relax in bed and watch TV with my wife, if I didn't have a competent diaper on? How would I sleep?  It wouldn't be impossible, but it would be difficult.  One thing I wish I could remember, but I'd be making it up if I said I did, was how I slept those first few days or weeks when I stopped wearing diapers to bed completely... it would have been the fall of 1988, I think. I have a vague recollection of not sleeping well during earlier experiments with weaning me off of my infantile overnight underpants, which barely fit anymore, at that point, but on those earlier occasions, there was no certainty as to what the outcome would be. My parents would resolve that "the time had come" (as it did a few times...), and that they'd wake me up in the middle of the night, and no more drinks after dinner, etc, and maybe I'd go a night or two without an incident, but then the bedding would be turning in the laundry machine for a few days in a row, and I'd yawn deeply at the dinner table, and one of them would say, "I think you could use a good night's sleep tonight, and it's not your fault that your body isn't ready yet..." And out would come the rectangle of white plastic, discretely hidden in my folded pajamas, when it was time to get ready for bed.  But on that last goodbye to baby pants forever (or not, as it turns out...), I'd been dry for a while - I was having only a couple of accidents here and there, and then I went maybe 6 or 10 days, and then they said, hey, I think maybe you can wear your "big boy underwear" to bed tonight... it's worth a shot... and then, that's it, I didn't really look back. Had I been more tactical, I probably should have wet the bed, or my diaper, every couple of days, thus extending my access to free boxes of my coveted secret loves, but, part of me wanted to make my parents proud, and to be able to go to camps and to sleepovers with abandon, and to finally be an equal to my sister and brother, who had been sleeping without protection for years. So, I rolled with it, and it took me a few months to realize that I really missed wearing diapers sometimes, and I've told the story before about how I, like many of you here, then started crafting my own.  But I don't remember if I slept well or if I was apprehensive, those first few nights spent not ensconced in taped-on white plastic. I sure as hell would be apprehensive now!
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