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The scales of gender and identity as well as sexuality are so full of gray areas, there is no single label for anyone really. Just be yourself, live how you want, and don't worry about the labels. The only use the labels have are if you want to make certain changes, other than that, don't worry too much about it.

Rehabilitating Cathy - Part 5 Withholding Miss Mallory pressed a button on her intercom and then began to examine papers on her desk. Cathy was dismissed. A few moments later the door to the office opened and Cathy saw, by twisting her head around, one of the yellow-clad matrons enter. Her dolly ride led her back to the carpeted corridor and along it to a pair of grey metal double doors. On the other side and perpendicular to the corridor from which she emerged, was a long wide cinderblock corridor floored with painted concrete. The matron pushed her along to another larger pair of double doors from which a muted clatter issued. Through these doors, Cathy discovered, was the cafeteria where all of the girls ate. She got a confused impression of girls dressed in pink stripes sitting at long tables. Her captor pushed her over to the side where a number of other girls sat, some on dollies and some on benches, all attached by thick hoses to bulging plastic bags hanging from overhead racks. She looked around. All of the girls were dressed in short pink-striped cotton dresses, so short that the skirts never failed to reveal the bulging waterproof panties that contained the diapers all the girls wore. As Cathy surveyed the crotches she could see, she noted that the majority of them exhibited the blue stripe that, she now knew, indicated that the diaper inside was wet. The woman unbuckled Cathy's gag but didn't remove it. Cathy tried working her jaw and was beginning to persuade it to move when the guard returned and yanked it from her mouth. Cathy spread her jaws in relief, only to have her mouth invaded suddenly by a much larger gag, which was quickly strapped in place behind the nape of her neck. The yellow-clad guard then hooked a bulging ivory bag to the rack over Cathy's head and led a thick hose from it to a fixture in the front of her gag. With a click, Cathy was suddenly presented with a flow of soft, mushy, flavorless paste. She couldn't prevent it from oozing from the various large holes in the sides of her gag, so she was again forced into the rhythmic swallowing that she'd experienced in before. Once she'd gotten the hang of it, she looked around. She recognized Mary and Linda on dollies not far from her, jaws working steadily as they nursed at their thick bags of mush. Linda's indicator stripe was blue, but Mary's was not. From time to time one of the women in yellow would check the bags and the diners. Each time one of the big ivory bags emptied out, she'd replace it with a clear bag that looked like water. When Cathy's bag sagged and emptied and was replaced, the fluid that began to flow rapidly into her mouth was the same slightly sweet liquid that she'd sipped in the van. After Cathy's fluid bag emptied she sat there for a while as the dining room emptied out. A woman in yellow unhooked Linda's feeding tube and replaced her gag with a smaller one and then pushed her on her dolly out of the room through the double doors in the center of the long side of the room. A few minutes later the same woman returned and disconnected Cathy's tube and began pushing her toward the door. As she rolled out through the door she glanced back at the feeding area. She noticed that Mary's diaper now sported a blue stripe. As they moved down the echoing corridor, Cathy looked around curiously, trying to take everything in. They passed a glass door on the right that was marked "Changing Room". Through the glass she could see Linda on her back on a large changing table with her legs up in the air, ankles joined by a hobble bar like the one Cathy had worn that morning raised high by a winch cable descending from somewhere out of view above. Her plastic panties were off but Cathy couldn't tell whether the wet diaper had been replaced before she was pushed out of view. Cathy's guard pushed her along endless corridors, turning here and there until Cathy was completely lost. Finally she stopped at a barred door and placed her ID bracelet against a rectangular silver plate at doorknob height on the wall next to the door. A loud click and the woman in yellow pushed Cathy's dolly against the door, which swung inward silently. She pushed Cathy into the center of the cell, turned her around so that she faced the door. The guard took a piece of note paper from her pocket and wrote on it for a moment. She put the note into the patch pocket sewn into the front of Cathy's dress, just above the top of the diaper, pausing a moment to reach down and pat Cathy's defenseless crotch with her hand, and then left, closing the door behind her. Now I wait, thought Cathy. I wonder what's next. Cathy waited, rather uncomfortably, on the dolly. Time passed very slowly. She dozed off, waking from time to time to empty her bladder. She woke to the click of the opening door. A matron came in, pulled up Cathy's skirt and inspected her diaper. The woman first prodded the front of Cathy's diaper and then reached around behind her and felt her bottom, obviously checking for signs that Cathy had dirtied herself. "Changing time," said the woman as she wheeled Cathy out into the hallway and down to the changing room. After a brief but nonetheless humiliating visit to the changing room, Cathy found herself in a fresh diaper returned to the dolly and rolling back into the cell where she'd already spent many hours. After a short while the lights in the corridor dimmed. Cathy heard the sounds of chattering girls in the distance, increasing in volume to signal their closer approach. She began to hear the sounds of doors opening and closing. The door of Cathy's cell gave a distinct click. The light from the corridor was suddenly reduced as a girl appeared in front of the door. The girl, a tall brunette whose slim shapely legs descended from below the hem of her skirt, pushed in through the cell door, closing it behind her. She was carrying a large satchel over her shoulder. She walked over, took the note from the pocket of Cathy's dress, and read it. "Hi, Cathy Philips," said the brunette girl. "My name is Jessica Netley. You and I are going to be roommates." The cell was a good size, maybe seventeen by thirteen feet. The walls were cinderblock, painted with a glossy two-tone green pattern. From the middle upward was a pale green, while the lower half was a darker shade. The ceiling was white. A small window occupied the geometric center of the wall opposite the cell door. Two narrow beds, unmade, occupied the corners farthest from the door, each with its headboard pointed away from the door. Each bed had a mattress of the institutional type that Cathy had grown accustomed to in her last home. It was a normal matteress size, but it was only about four inches thick and quite firm. On top of each mattress was a pillow and a stack of neatly folded linen. Cathy's new roommate, for that's who she was, set about making the two beds. "I'll take this bed," Jessica said, dropping her satchel on one. "Not that you have much to say about it at this point, of course," she remarked with a grin. Jessica walked back around and stood with her back to the door, facing Cathy, "I was just promoted to 'thin' today. Wanna see?" Not waiting for a reply, she pulled up the skirt of her shift, revealing pink plastic panties bisected by a blue stripe. Cathy gathered that this girl was wearing thin diapers. I can't say that they are obviously thinner than any of the other diapers I've seen, Cathy thought. I'm sure they feel different when you wear them. "Since you're going to be wearing the mittens for at least a week, I'll have to make the beds for both of us. You should be grateful. Only newbies get such posh treatment. You have to fold the corners very neatly, hospital style. They don't inspect at night, but it's always good to keep in practice. If they find your bed poorly made two days in a row, you loose one level of comfort. That means if you're in light diapers, you go to heavy, or if you're in heavy, you go to double overnight. Or you might go from a thin gag to a thick one. Or if you've got multiple changings per day, you could lose one." "We just had evening free time, which we have every night after dinner and before last change. Now we have an hour in the cell to relax and get ready for last change. After last change, which usually takes about an hour, there's a final hour before lights out. We don't have a TV or a radio, but I do have some books. You can't very well read with your hands like that, but if you like, I'll read to you." By now Cathy was wondering if she'd have to sleep attached to the dolly. "Oh my goodness," said Jessica, "where are my manners. Here I am rattling on and doing housework and there you are strapped to the dolly." With that Jessica unhooked the various straps that secured her new roommate to the dolly and helped her rise. While Cathy flexed her legs and massaged life back in to them, Jessica took the now unoccupied dolly and leaned it against the wall by the door of the cell. "I'll bet that feels better," said Jessica. "You're lucky. When they brought me here they dropped me in my cell just after breakfast. By the time Susan came in after dinner I was so wet and poopy I thought I was going to die." Jessica pulled up Cathy's skirt. "You're not blue, so I guess you got changed pretty recently, huh?" Cathy nodded. "Well, that's nice. Anyway, you'll like it here. People are nice and once you get used to the diapers, it's not so bad. The teachers in the college program are excellent. When I get out of here, I'll be only fifteen credits short of my B.A. And my mom and dad visit me every weekend. Are you a college student?" Cathy nodded. "Hey, great. I'd love to know what your major is. Mine is Fine Art, with a special interest in the decorative crafts of the seventeenth century. I can't imagine that's your major?" Cathy shook her head. Suddenly she heard a click from the door. "That's last change. We'd better hurry if we don't want to spend an hour in line," said Jessica as she opened the now-unlocked door of their cell. As they exited Jessica moved the dolly to the hallway side of the door. Jessica led Cathy down the hallway to the large changing room at the end of the corridor where Cathy had been recently. They'd moved quickly and their room occupied one of the preferred positions closer to the changing room, so their wait was only a few minutes. The changing room about double the size of a cell and contained two changing tables. The walls were lined with counters and shelves. There were four women in yellow, two at each changing table. As the two preceding changees left, Jessica led Cathy into the room, pushing her toward one of the tables and going herself to the other. Jessica addressed the women in the room as she got up onto her changing table on her back, "I'm blue. Cathy doesn't seem to be blue or brown, but she just got changed, I think." The women in blue guided Cathy to her changing table and pushed her back on to it, lifting her up so that her bottom was at the foot of the table. In short order they had removed her plastic panties, unlocking the little metal clasps with their ID bracelets. They removed her diaper, which was still completely dry and clean, replacing it with a new one that Cathy almost immediately realized was much larger and thicker than the one she'd been wearing. As they replaced the plastic panties, Cathy thought to herself, I guess these are what they call night diapers. The women helped her up from the table and Jessica joined her at the door and led her back to their cell, whose door still gaped open. Inside, Jessica closed the door behind them. "Comfortable?" asked Jessica. Cathy shrugged her shoulders. Jessica looked concerned. She stepped forward and quickly lifted Cathy's skirt. She bent down and inspected Cathy's diaper, running her fingers gently along each of the seams where the elastic hem of the plastic panty pulled close to Cathy's soft skin. "Everything looks OK from the outside," said Jessica. "Does it hurt?" Cathy shook her head. No, it didn't hurt. "Is it binding somewhere?" Cathy shook her head again. "I can't figure out what's wrong. Should I call for a warden. She can ungag you and you can tell us what's wrong. Of course, if she decides it's not important enough to have bothered her, we'll both be punished." Cathy shook her head emphatically. No, don't call the warden, she thought silently. I'm simply uncomfortable because I'm wearing diapers, not because there's anything else wrong with them. "OK, then I guess you're OK?" Cathy nodded. "Great! We can read a book for a few minutes before lights out if you like. Why don't we get you into bed and I'll come sit on the side of your bed and read to you. That way when the lights go out you don't have to try to get into bed with your hands like that." Jessica pulled Cathy's blanket and the top sheet down. Cathy sat on the bed and put her mittened hands down. She swung her feet up from the floor and inserted them under the top sheet and covers that Jessica was holding up for her. Cathy slid down in the bed, feeling the slick frictionless movement of her bottom as the plastic panties slid across the cotton sheet. Jessica pulled the blanket up, settling it snugly across Cathy's breasts and under her upraised arms. "Sleep tight, Cathy," said Jessica. "See you in the morning." Cathy tried to respond, but only produced a mumbled grunt from behind her gag. Jessica stepped to the desk that stood at the foot of her bed and returned with a book. She opened it to a page marked with a bookmark and began to read aloud in a pleasant well-modulated voice. Cathy had a hard time concentrating on the book. The story was one that she didn't know, Jessica was in the middle of it, and Cathy's bladder was demanding urgent attention. Not long after Jessica had begun to read, Cathy's bladder gave up the fight and she began to wet. Cathy didn't want to embarass herself by attracting Jessica's attention to her state, so she held her breath as she began to pee and only resumed breathing after she felt the flow had stabilized. Within minutes the wetness felt like it had spread across her entire bottom. A few minutes later the lights dimmed. Jessica put the bookmark back and returned the book to her desk. Just as the lights went out altogether, she got into her bed, pulling the sheets up. "Goodnight, sweetie," said Jessica. Cathy mmmphed in reply. After a while she slept. It was dark. Where was she? As awareness returned, Cathy remembered Meridon prison, her long van ride, her roommate, and, finally, her diapers. Her bladder was very full again. She flooded her diapers for the second time, feeling the warmth concentrate around her bottom, as the bulk of the pee flowed downward. Afterwards she tried to get back to sleep, but something felt wrong. Finally she noticed that Jessica's breathing wasn't regular. Cathy wondered at the source of the faint irregularity in her roommate's breathing. Suddenly she heard a quiet bubbling sound, like a child playing with finger paint in the distance. After a minute or two, Jessica heaved a long quiet sigh and rolled over, causing a slight creaking from the bedsprings. A few minutes later Cathy caught a faint scent that put it all together for her. Her roommate had just soiled her diapers! The mystery explained, Cathy slipped off into a deep sleep. "Wake up, sleepyhead" Jessica was shaking Cathy by the elbow. It was morning. Light was streaming into the cell through the window at the end opposite the doorway. Cathy felt the soggy heaviness of her diapers. She smelled Jessica's dirty diaper. "Quick, get up! Get over to the door. The matrons are coming down the hall for morning inspection and Heaven help you if you're caught sleeping!" Heart pounding, Cathy made it to the door and stood next to Jessica. Jessica was standing facing the door with her legs slightly spread. She had lifted the skirt of her shift up to her hips, exposing her diapers and plastic pants. Cathy could see the blue stripe that ran from Jessica's waistband down out of sight between her's crotch. Jessica's diapers didn't seem any thinner that her own, Cathy noticed. I thought she was a thin. Jessica noticed Cathy's gaze. "At night all girls get thick diapers. Thin really just means thin in the daytime," Jessica said. "Lift your skirt for inspection," whispered Jessica intensely. Cathy could hear the guards coming slowly down the hall. They were a couple of cells away. Cathy scrabbled at her skirt with her mittened hands, finally managing to pull it up to her hips. Suddenly Cathy felt a hand on her thickly padded bottom. Jessica reached up underneath Cathy's skirt from behind and quickly and firmly probed in between her bottom cheeks, pressing the damp cloth of Cathy's diaper up into the crack. Cathy dropped her skirt and turned sharply, glaring at Jessica. "Get back in position before they get here! I'm sorry I did that, but there's no time to explain. Hurry!" Confused and outraged, but unwilling to risk provoking her roommate or the guards outside, Cathy returned to position and clumsily lifted her skirt again. Two yellow-clad guards appeared at the cell door. One of them carried a clipboard and the other had a club. "Inspection," said the woman with the baton. Jessica spoke, "she's blue and I'm brown, ma'am." The clipboard woman made some notes. "A new girl with you, Jessica," she said. "Hmmm ... not brown since yesterday morning. Possible withholding. You'd better explain things to her. First change in five minutes." The two guards moved off. Jessica dropped her skirt and relaxed, turning to Cathy. Cathy stepped back from the door, trying to smooth out her skirt with her mittened hands. She felt the warm wet heaviness of her diaper as it bunched between her thighs as she stepped back to her bed and sat down on the edge. "Do you have to poop?" asked Jessica. Cathy nodded. "Bad?" Cathy nodded again. "Well, you better do it right away. You only have a few minutes before first change." Cathy looked at her quizzically. "Cathy," said Jessica, "as a new girl you only get changed twice a day, once just after getting up and once right before going to bed. If you don't poop now, you'll be much better off holding it until after dinner tonight. Do you think you can do that?" Cathy shook her head. "You'll have almost fifteen hours with the diaper that you're going to get put into in the next few minutes. If you haven't pooped since before yesterday morning, then you've probably got quite a load waiting. They'll have no pity on you. If you mess yourself after first change, you'll be walking around with dirty panties until late this evening. Also, if you're not brown by tomorrow morning, they'll decide that you're withholding. That means you're deliberately holding your poop in, which is dangerous. If they decide you're withholding they'll put a laxative suppository into your bottom at first change and you'll really regret that!" Cathy was terrified, but she couldn't bring herself to deliberately soil herself. As Cathy struggled with her dilemma, Jessica spread her knees slightly and crouched down a few inches. Cathy watched in puzzlement as Jessica took a deep breath and held it, clenching her fists. Suddenly Cathy heard a quiet sizzling from under Jessica's skirt. She was wetting herself, and quite deliberately too! Jessica stood up and smiled at Cathy. "Never pays to have anything in your bladder at first change, even if you're a thin and can get changed anytime you like. Maximize dry time, I always say." The door clicked. "That's first change," said Jessica. "Let's get a move on or we'll have to stand in line." They pulled open the door and stepped out into the corridor. Other girls were emerging from their cells, but Jessica and Cathy were already moving rapidly down the corridor toward the changing room. As they waited their turn, Jessica turned to chat with another girl in line behind them. Cathy tried to concentrate on releasing her bowels, but with the interruptions of the regular forward motion of the line and her own ambivalence to the project, she was unable. Finally, just before she got to the front of the line Cathy managed to release her bladder, flooding her already soaked diaper with more warm pee. Breakfast was almost identical to the previous evening's dinner, except that this morning she was permitted to sit on a bench rather than being strapped to a dolly. The matron in charge of her table removed her small gag and strapped a much larger one in before attaching her to the bag of tasteless pasty food. Cathy was much more comfortable with her diapers dry and recently changed. The ointment and powder rubbed into her sensitive groin during the diaper change had improved her disposition, not to mention her state of arousal. I can't believe they give me this much to eat and drink for breakfast each morning, mused Cathy. I don't have this much capacity. Already her bladder, so recently emptied, was beginning to contend with her bowels for painful attention. Cathy was waiting to be released from the now empty fluid bag when Jessica, who'd been off across the room chatting with a short redheaded girl, returned to their bench and sat down next to Cathy. "I checked your schedule. It's posted over there on the bulletin board, in case you need it. You have Algebra and History this morning. After lunch you have some visitors and in the afternoon you have your first soccer practice. You're lucky you have visitors. That means that you'll get changed after lunch today instead of having to wait until dinner time. I've arranged for you to practice with my team. That girl over there is our captain, Melissa Argolis. Come on, I'll take you to your Algebra room, B24. No point worrying about a notebook or a pen, with your hands in those." Cathy stood in line outside the door of the Algebra room to which Jessica had brought her. Her linemates were all girls of about the same age, though only one of the others was gagged and none of them wore mittens on her hands. Her attention was increasingly focused on keeping her diaper clean and dry. She would have willingly wet herself to release the pressure and eliminate the pain from that part of her crotch, but her first tentative effort in that direction had told her that she had reached the point beyond which she couldn't wet without soiling herself as well. A loud clanging clatter exploded suddenly just above her head. Cathy jumped in shock. Bells scattered around the hallways announced the beginnings and ends of the 50-minute-long class periods, and Cathy's place on line had put her, unsuspecting, underneath one. As the girls to her left began to troop into the room, Cathy became aware of a difference in her diaper. The cacophony of the bell had frightened her into completely losing control. She had emptied her bowels into the seat of her diaper before the bell had finished ringing. As she stood stunned and weeping in the line, her bladder continued to drain into her now soaking diaper. After Algebra class Cathy stood in the hallway outside the classroom wondering where her History class was. The gag made asking for help problematical. I wonder what punishment they'll give me for cutting class, she thought. Finally, she remembered Jessica's comment about seeing her schedule on the bulletin board in the Cafeteria. She retraced her steps and found the Cafeteria. The warm, wet diaper would have been uncomfortable by itself, but with the large sticky mass spread across the seat it was almost unbearable. She finally found the schedule bulletin board. There were six large boards, each covered with small index cards labelled with girls' names. Fortunately the names were in alphabetical order, so Cathy was able quickly to find her own schedule. Her schedule for the week was laid out on the card. She found Tuesday morning and discovered that History was in room C17. OK, Cathy thought, Algebra was in B24, so all I have to do is find the C corridor. Not long after, she found herself at the door of C17. She looked in through the glass window at the class, which was well underway from the amount of chalk writing on the blackboard in front. Oh great, Cathy thought, the door is right up front. No chance for me to slip in unobtrusively. She grasped the doorknob clumsily between her mittened hands. After the third try she was able to rotate the smooth brass knob sufficiently to push it open. It opened abruptly and she staggered into the room, suddenly silent. She stared at the teacher and then turned toward the back of the room, looking around to find an empty chair. The chairs were standard classroom furniture, light wooden seats with a small wooden notebook rest all held together with thin bent steel tubes. Cathy noticed that between the construction of the chairs and the brevity of the girls' skirts, she could see almost every diaper in the room. She didn't have time to count, but she was sure that the majority exhibited blue stripes.

its important to remember everyone's idea of a 'normal' relationship is different, and what you fantasize as being a normal relationship is most likely not. in normal relationships people fight. they get sick of each other and need a break they can go for hours sitting in the same room and not talk to each other they go out with their friends separately sometimes they just don't want to hold hands sometimes they just dont want sex sometimes they will spend who days apart from each other, and then come home and sit in separate rooms these are normal things... not to say this is how your entire relationship should be... but if this isn't in your idea of a 'normal relationship' than you idea is not normal. by boyfriend and i don't share every waking thought with each other, we have separate lives, separate friends, separate thoughts, we even go to separate ab websites. he looks at porn without me. i look at porn without him. my boyfriend and I love to 'play fight' where we will be 'rude' and 'mean' to each other and say things that others construe as horrible, but we both know we are completely joking. The other day in the grocery store I said "i think i want something chocolatey" and he says "why you are already fat enough".... we both cracked up about this, the lady near us looked like she was going to slap him. For other people, the idea of saying these things, even jokingly, with their partner is appalling. A normal relationship is one where BOTH people are happy and both are cared for by the other, and where both are respsected and loved and free to enjoy their lives and both parties are completely comfortable, happy, and accepting of their relationship. There is no one normal model.

hi guys just an update im still looking and im still the same im willing to work on any requirements u request but please please i really need a daddy mommy or other cause atm my life is needing a pick me up badly

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My suggestion would be to get out to a munch and get to know some of the other people in the scene. I host one monthly in Madison.

hey i live in oshkosh

Define "Fit" but the simple answer is nope. The problem in the length front to back, not so much the waist. They are designed for toddlers, let's leave them for them...although they do make great stuffers though.

hi am looking for a momma and daddy i am looking to be your baby boy fill time

For the life of me, I can't figure these out. Or the jeans Huggies. It's a container for sh*t, not a fashion statement!

Take cat, take burlap sack, insert cat into said sack and tie closed, throw cat in river. Problem solved.

I don't see how living on my own dime would be better than living off money given to me for free. I have an allowance, so...I'm good thank you. It's better to be given money to spend for yourself than to have to work for it. Right? I did move out once when I was 30 but didn't like it so I moved back in with mother and have been diapered there ever since.

We adults can mess, but we can't mess and be expected to have that be normal. If you are shopping or with someone and you happen upon the familiar odor of poop and realize it's coming from a baby, it's somewhat cute and adorable, which is why you hear the "aww did baby make a poopy?" thing. But if an adult poops himself in a diaper, for the same reason that a baby does, then it's like wrong or something. We can't get away with being poopy, whereas real babies can. What would they do if confronted with the smell and they could talk? Would they have to defend themselves like some ABDls have to do? No, it's normal for babies to be poopy. And it's "cute". Like the emoticon depecting how a baby looks when wet or messy:----------> Which is sooooo unfair to me. I would like someone to tell me my poopy diaper was cute. But no.

The line for me as it should be for all is children. Little children should not be involved in what we do. Other than that, I enjoy scat and scat play often and engage in it often. I'm out in public in dipers all the time. Most of the time I am wet in public, it's nice to be able to pee while playing video game demos at walmart. Some times I poop in public. I do like to poop while in walmart shopping around for stuff (well, not shopping; shopping is just an excuse I use to poop in walmart). If anything, my mother is the one who draws the line on things. I can't be around when she has friends over, and I don't mind leaving because they think me being as old as I am and diapered for fun is odd; I don't like mother's friends too much. The one or two friends I have know my diapers but don't like me to be around them while diapered, especially if I just pooped.

Wait....Blackoutsunset took USED baby diapers from a TRASH CAN? Ok....there's my line. A person can only do so much before he should be considered bordering on inhuman or a social monster. A person that steals used baby diapers from a trash can should be publicly condemned and banished. I can think of only TWO things an ABDL would do with a stolen used baby diaper. One would be wear it. Two would be masterbate to it. For his sake I hope it's the first one. That is plain gross, and my line is that. Stealing used baby diapers is a nono. What if a neighbor saw you? How would you explain that, walking off with their infant child's used nappy? It can't be explained. This is what the neighborhood calls "the man we don't talk to".

For most of the time that I was in DPF it was part of the AB literature that for both babies and ABDL's that, once tried significanlty, cloth was preferred, even by those who grew up with disposables. The early disposables did not have leg and waitbands and fastend with only one tape per sice. The early leg bands were not so good and did not do much for leaks. Then came the 2 and 3 tape models. As gel replace bulk, that was a negative as it felt slimy. If disposables were as complicated then as they are now, they would have gone nowhere. Think of it; 6 tapes to line up and fuss with and even then you can bet on having a let-go at some time or other, as opposed to 2 or even 1 pin that once secured is secure. Mommy always has to worry about leaks and then there's the expense. I had a social worker tell me she was appalled at women on welfare using disposables as the front line diaper. Disposables at their inception were never meant to replace cloth, but only to serve as an auxiliary function for travel and the like. The practice of using them as the main diaper began in the late 1960's when we were rich, lazy and did not think past the next episode of Green Acres. Then it became the norm and nobody looks at the economics of this and it becomes the normal complaint that most working mothers are working to "afford diapers and daycare so that they can work" and not have to take care of the baby. Thoe other problem is how they are disposed of normally. They are supposed to be well rinsed out before being desposed. This is rarely, if ever, done. In the trash can, they attract animals like dogs that tear them out and then scatter them about (I have heard landlords complain of this). Once in the landfill the toxins leech out into the water tables and we see unexplained coloform bacterial incidents to a degree that is far more prevalent than before. The bio-degradable ones would make it worse since they would break down faster and release the toxins sooner and at a greater rate. Cloth diapers have also changed, we now have the contour and hourglass diapers since the 1970's Plastic panties have also deteriorated in quality. They used to be made of thicker, higher quality mateial to last for 3 or 4 children per family now, they are like tussue paper. If you can, get your hands on a pair of Sears, Baby Mate better once or any of the better ones, they are like Comco, and this was in the 1980's The thinner materials came out in the 1970's when the price of oil went up and a paper-thin, crappy kind of plastic came onto the market. The same happened with mattress covers, shower curtains and rainwear. In fact, adult plastic panties brag about being lightweight but do not mention the failure rate or the short lifespan. I have some Comco's that are 3 years old and still useful. As for the crinkle, you can get pretty noisy plastic panties For me, if it is disposible diapers, why bother? I do not even notice them and that is about as ABLG as a glass of beer or a Colt .45 semi-automatic. If you can cross your legs above the knees then it is not a good diapering. Another test is, if you reach down and feel the front of the diaper and you can tell if it is a boy or a girl, it is not a good diapering