Thanks.  I'm wanting to give them a try. I also want to try the Kiddos Extreme diapers as I love super thick diapers. 

My diaper is poopy and I'm sitting in it right now.  I pooped my Northshore purple Supreme diaper a little while ago while sitting in my recliner.  Then I went poopy in it again while I was making some bacon and eggs for breakfast.  Then I sat back down in my poopy diaper and ate my breakfast.   Now, I'm still sitting here in my extra poopy diaper surfing DD again. 

I want to thank EVERYONE! who has supported me and the story by reading on Kindle or buying the book.  I am truly honored that my writing has found an audience.  I write every morning for about 2 hours.  I'm currently working on a sequel to this story, and a non-fiction ABDL book, which by the way, I"m looking for some collaborators if anyone is interested.   I plan on posting all the chapters of The Gift, but after this one I'll start removing the earlier chapters so I don't violate kindle's policy. Chapter 16 Daniel rubbed his temples, then dragged his hands down his face in frustration. “Guys, seriously, I’m not transitioning. I’m just switching up my look, okay?” The chat scrolled relentlessly: user420: “Bro, you’ve said that like five times.”  PixieNite: “It’s giving egg 🌈💅”  RetroFan77: “We love Briella. Just be you, girl 💖” Then a giant superchat box flashed on screen: $50 from OGDragon: “I’ve been here since the start. Time to come out, man. The trolls are gone. We’re all in on Briella.” Daniel stiffened. “Okay. I’m done for tonight.” KnightSnack: “Wait! How many of y’all would drop cash if our girl shows up glam tomorrow? Dress, wig, and maybe some makeup. let’s razzle dazzle!” Small donations started rolling in one after another, the notification sounds piling on top of each other. Daniel watched the ticker climb—$5, $10, $20... Then another superchat exploded onto the screen: $250 from DeeZeeSimp: “If Dannyboy’s lookin’ cute tomorrow, I’ll match this. Let’s goooo.” Daniel hesitated, mouth dry. “I’m... I’ll think about it.” He reached for the mouse and quickly ended the stream. The silence afterward felt like a vacuum. *** Daniel checked both directions while he tried to look through a rack of tops without “looking” like he was looking for one.  They’ll think I’m shopping for my girlfriend, this is no big deal.  Goodwill seemed like a good choice to get something cheap and he was sure that no one would bother him.  Eventually he found the dress section.  Daniel had always been slim for a middle aged guy who spends most his time gaming.  After he did some research and a few measurements, he figured he could wear a size 14 or 16  dress, which he was sad to see placed him in the plus size category.  Still there were lots to choose from. He quickly lost his reluctance as he began browsing through the dresses.  So many colors, styles, patterns.  He then realized that several women nearby were looking and no one paid him any attention.  He started taking things off the rack and holding them up to him.  Then he saw it, Briella’s dress.  A white ruffled dress, adorned with lace, with a gathered bodice and princess sleeves.  He held it up to him then nervously looked around.  No one was paying a bit of attention to him. Daniel stood in front of the cracked full-length mirror tucked into the corner of the Goodwill fitting area, adjusting the white lacey dress over his frame. It had delicate floral embroidery and a slight poof to the skirt, something between a garden party outfit and a low-budget bridal rehearsal look. It was marked size 14, and to his surprise, it fit. A little snug in the shoulders, maybe, but it zipped. That alone felt like a win. He knew it was absurd. He looked ridiculous. And yet… there was something intoxicating about it. The sheer absurdity of it, the softness of the fabric, the way it made his arms and legs look almost fragile in the mirror. He grabbed his hoodie, threw it over the dress, and bolted from the fitting room before he lost his nerve. On the way to the register, he passed the accessories and noticed a synthetic chestnut wig perched lopsided on a display head. It had thick bangs and curled slightly at the shoulders. It looked more cosplay than couture, but something about it made him stop. He picked it up. It was $7.99. What the hell. His chat would eat it up. At the checkout, a cashier with short purple hair and a silver septum ring scanned his items. “Cute dress,” she said with a little smile. “Doing a themed shoot or something?” Daniel cleared his throat. “Uh, no. Just… streaming.” “Oh! Twitch?” He nodded. “That wig is gonna photograph really well,” she said. Then, without missing a beat: “Girl you’re gonna look great.” Daniel blinked. “What?” The cashier just shrugged, still smiling. “The dress, the wig. I mean, you’re clearly going for a look. You’ll kill it.” He didn’t answer, just grabbed the bag and left, feeling like his face was on fire. He couldn’t decide what unsettled him more, that she’d assumed he was dressing up as a woman… or that he hadn’t corrected her. Twenty minutes later, Daniel was in a Walgreens, scanning a wall of makeup kits like he was defusing a bomb. He snatched a “Glam Beginner's Essentials” kit off the shelf foundation, powder, lip gloss, blush, mascara, and a tiny instruction card with a cartoon of a doe-eyed girl. He added a pair of press-on nails and a set of makeup remover wipes for good measure. As he stood at the checkout, he caught a glimpse of himself in the security mirror. White hoodie zipped halfway up. Wig box under his arm. Makeup in hand. A different person stared back. Not Briella. Not Daniel. Someone in between. He didn’t smile. He didn’t panic. He just paid and left. *** The overhead ring light cast a soft, flattering glow on Daniel’s face as he adjusted the camera one last time. He took a steadying breath, reached up, and tugged the chestnut wig into place. The synthetic bangs framed his face just right, softer now, a bit thinner in the cheeks than he remembered from a few months ago. He smoothed the front of the white lacey dress. With the padded bra underneath, the slight puff of his developing chest gave it just enough shape. Over the bodice was the faux-leather belt he’d added as a nod to Aurelia’s Embrace, the magical item that had started this whole transformation in his fantasy RPG. In the right light, it looked like cosplay. But when he sat down and looked at the monitor… It didn’t look like Daniel in drag. It looked like her.  “Okay chat,” he said, his voice soft but steady, “you win.” The stream exploded. 💬 OMG YESSSSS BRI-BRI LOOKS AMAZING 💬 Our girl is glowing fr fr 💬 $100 DONO IF SHE DOES THE BUBBLEGUM KISS FACE AGAIN The tips and superchats came rolling in, each one triggering a sound effect he’d programmed weeks ago. Chimes, bells, fireworks. He barely had time to read them all. At one point, a fan offered to commission artwork of Briella for his Twitch banner. Another sent in a voice message calling her “the queen of cleric cosplay.” Daniel laughed until he cried. Real tears. He wasn’t pretending tonight. He was Briella. The makeup had made his skin glow. The press-on nails made typing slower but prettier. And when he did the end-of-stream thank-you shoutouts wearing a fake tiara one of his fans sent the previous week, he didn’t feel humiliated. He felt seen. He signed off at 2:11 AM, peeled off the wig, and curled up on top of his comforter without even changing out of the dress. He’d clean up tomorrow. *** Mary carried a basket of clothes down the stairs.  She was feeling bad about her last conversation with her son.  Maybe he was just growing up?  She sat her basket down and checked the door of his basement apartment, it wasn’t locked. She went in and found Daniel splayed out across the bed still in the delicate dress, the wig beside him and face covered with smeared makeup.   “What the hell is this!” Daniel bolted upright with a gasp, mascara-streaked eyes wide. “Mom, what, what are you doing?” “I live here! What are you doing?” She took a sharp step forward, eyes raking over the mess. “Are you crossdressing now? Is this some kind of kink? Have you lost your damn mind?” Daniel rubbed his eyes, trying to find his footing. “It’s not, Look, it’s not what you think.” “No? Because what I think is I just found my forty-eight-year-old son passed out in a wedding dress.” “It’s not a wedding dress. It’s a costume, well, kind of. It’s stream content.” Mary blinked. “You’re dressing up like a woman for strangers on the internet?!” Daniel stood up, stumbling a bit as the hem of the lace caught under his foot. “Yes! And guess what? I made almost two grand last night!” That stopped her cold. He ran a hand through his hair and pointed toward his computer. “People love Briella. It’s a character, like cosplay. I do voices, I wear outfits. It’s like acting. You know how many guys are out there throwing cash at girl streamers? You think I was gonna make money being another middle-aged dude playing video games?” Mary’s mouth opened, then shut. “I tried doing things your way,” he continued, his voice picking up steam. “I tried jobs, I tried being normal. It never worked. But this? This works. I finally found something I’m good at, something people want from me.” “You mean they want to look at you dressed like a doll,” she snapped. “It’s easy money!” Daniel shouted. “You think I want to wear a dress and makeup? No! But they love it! They pay more when I lean into it. I’m not stupid, I’m giving the audience what they want.” Mary crossed her arms. “And what about what I want? What would your father have wanted?” Daniel looked away. “He’s dead. And you just want me to sit in the basement and rot.” “I want you to act like a man!” she snapped. “Well maybe being a man never worked out that well for me,” he muttered. Mary stared at him, really stared. Then, slowly, she set the laundry basket down. “This isn’t just an act, is it?” she said quietly. Daniel didn’t answer. Mary shook her head, stunned. “You’re not just doing this for your streaming, ever since you got back from Florida you’ve been different.  Did you get estrogen down there, go to a transgender camp or something?” “What is the big deal, it’s a dress and makeup, why are you being such a bitch?” Daniel whined. “You need help.  Go to the doctor, go get some counseling, go see Father Brown,” she demanded. “No Mom, I’m not doing that, I’m fine.”   “No Daniel you're not, this has gone on long enough, you’re not living here in a life of sin and debauchery under my roof.  If this is how you’re going to make money I want you out!” He stood straighter, still dressed in the soft, lacey dress that hugged his changing body in ways he could no longer deny. “Fine,” he said, voice flat. “I’ll go.” Mary blinked. “What?” “You want me gone? Then I’ll go.” He turned toward the desk and unplugged his laptop, then moved to the closet for his backpack. “I’ve got some money saved. I’ll figure it out.” Mary was silent.  Daniel leaving?  She believed he would stay here until she passed away.  “Wait a minute now where are you going to go?” Daniel had a moment of doubt, he felt the female emotions welling up and started to cry.  “You don’t understand, I didn’t want this, but I can’t stop it,” he said.   Mary stood in the doorway, arms still crossed, but her expression flickered, confusion, fear, and something dangerously close to sympathy. “What do you mean you can’t stop it?” she asked, more softly now. Daniel wiped his eyes with the back of his hand, smearing mascara and leaving a faint streak of foundation across his cheek. He couldn’t even look at her. “I mean… it’s like I’m turning into someone else. My body, my feelings, the way people look at me, it’s all different. And the worst part is, part of me… likes it.” His voice cracked. Mary waved her hands in frustration, “Just stop taking the hormones, that’s what’s got you like this, you’re a man, you don’t understand what it’s like to feel like a woman.” Daniel sighed, it seemed like his only choice, the truth would only make him seem more crazy,  “No Mom, I can’t.” Mary took a few steps back and then asked,  “Where are you going to go?”   “I’m going to go stay with Linda, she needs help now anyway that Jim is dying.”   “You think she’s going to be fine letting her transgendered nephew move in?”   “She already knows,” he said.  Mary nodded with a grim expression, turned on her heels and walked back up to her bedroom where she cried for nearly an hour.  She was still on her bed when she heard Daniel’s car leaving the driveway.    

A retro Luvs, taped, but pinned, too, and worn with plastic pants.  About them, I decided to try a pair of high waist, to get the bulkier look I go for. So babyish!

I woke up about an hour ago because I was peeing my overnight diaper. My diaper was already pretty well soaked and as I sat up in bed I felt a big squishy mess spread up between my legs and the smell of the poop hit my nose. I don’t know when I pooped but I did have a dream that I messed my diaper while I was away from home. I am positive that I was really pooping when I had the dream. I just finished changing and am about to leave home for a while. At least now k am pretty sure I won’t have a pooping accident while I am out.