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I didn't say I was a biological female. I said I was a real girl. Real means to exist, and I do. Nice try, tho! Oh, I get it! You're one of those so-called "trolls" that Mommy's & Daddy's warn us about, right?

i am very confused by your analogy... could you please elaborate... because it doesn't make any sense to me...

Your ignorance is showing dearies Let me educate you with some truth DNA doers not delineate sex or gender- it shows none of that. Chromosomes are far more than XX or XY; in fact there are 36 known chromosomal variations in what is considered to be of both sexes. There are many persons who were born with a body that had 'female' organs, looked 'female' from outside, developed as 'female' during puberty, but have no ability to bear children because of their chromosomes, which do not follow the normal 'female' pattern of XX Using your logic they cannot be female- i just hope their heterosexual husband happens to be there when you tell him he married a guy- I do like seeing people get what they deserve What you have not considered is that many Transpeople are Intersex, having both male and female parts (inside and outside) throughout the entire spectrum of possibilities- and they were born this way I know people with both a penis and a vagina- one has gonads and ovaries too. Now pray tell, in your error-filled mind, which are these persons- male or female? According to you they have to be one or the other- and if they have surgery that doesn't change so then you have the possibilities of a woman with a penis or a man with a vagina or a woman with a vagina or a man with a penis- and nothing else is possible. Whatever your choice of your four possible answers is, you are very obviously going to be wrong Thus your precepts must be in error, because there has to be a correct answer to every question. In other words, your way of thinking is wrong from the start which has led you to erroneous conclusions from that point forward Consider the many cases of babies born with physical birth defects which are surgically corrected at some point after birth. Is this person still a 'freak of nature' to you, even though you can't tell there was ever an issue to be resolved? And what of women who have breast reconstruction after cancer- since they no longer have what they were born with they cannot be a woman any longer. Or women whose bodies do not produce estrogen (either from birth or post-menopause)- can they still be a woman? Not since they aren't complete if I use your flawed logic to determine that. You speak ignorantly on matters of which you know little, and the little which you think that you know isn't true Persons with all the physical and mental aspects of women are born with penises on a routine basis, and they are surgically altered from very early after birth to points much later in life in order to 'correct the defect'. I won't even go into the many documented cases where the doctors ended up removing the penis from males and ruined their lives because of this kind of ignorance. I will point out, however, that there are also many cases where such 'penis bearing females' only discovered the 'defect' after the age where puberty was expected, then had the 'corrective' surgery at that point. Which are these persons- male because of the penis they were born with? Then explain how people like this give live birth to children! Which are they if this surgery was done shortly after birth versus later on in life? Judging from what you say here, these are not women so the men who married them must be gay, and the families these couples bore do not exist but are figments of everyone's imagination since we know that only women give birth. And what of the sterile women, whose chromosomes are not XX, but one of the 35 other known variations, some of which leave women infertile? Are they not 'real women' because of that? Or how about women with the XXY chromosome pattern who give birth to live young- since they have the "Y" chromosome they can't be a woman using your logic. Your logic is very flawed and your position untenable except under the premise of refutation of fact as being a proper viability. You are entitled to your opinion, but you are not entitled to proclaim it to be fact if you can't prove that it is- and this time the proof points in a different direction. Personally I don't care whether a person is male, female, both, or neither- to me we are all the same born of one species with a whole spectrum of possible genders and possible sexes- not just two. I am intelligent enough to know that I can't define who or what someone else is and always be right, so I choose to not define who or what anyone is- then I'm right every time IMHO It's a far better way to be. Bettypooh

Chapter Thirteen "Now... First!" Summer, still feeling somewhat distracted by all the commotion that had just stopped, could only stand there dumbly for a moment, until Heather repeated, "First position!" Summer quickly slid her feet into position. "Good! Now, second... No, no..." Summer looked up, confused, sure that she was right. "You have to feel the music, Summy! Move with it! Restart the song for me, Valerie!" The music started again, and Heather again barked, "First!" Feeling a little more self-conscious now, Summer started to fan her feet out, only for Heather to shake her head. "What are you doing? Don't take all day! Didn't you ever work with music on your little cheerleading squad?" Summer blushed as the music stopped and began one more time. "First!" Heather called, and Summer tried it again, trying to match how she'd done it the first time around. It was apparently good enough, as Heather didn't make her stop again, though she was a bit surprised by the next move. "Now, demi plie! No, even a demi is deeper than that!" Summer squatted down further, feeling a bit flustered, having been preparing to just slide out to second position. She began to stand back up, only to be told, "Stay there! Hold it..." The words turned out to be quite apt, as a moment later she felt her bladder evacuating itself just a little more. She wobbled as her hands shot down to her crotch, blushing as she felt how soggy her Pull-Up had gotten during her little lesson. "No, no, your hands don't go there!" Heather snapped at her. "I know we didn't talk much about that, but even a little baby like you must know a lady never touches herself like that! Certainly not while dancing!" Blushing, Summer moved her hands, wishing she could at least cross her legs, but of course that wasn't a ballet move. "One more time, Val!" Summer straightened back up quickly, gasping as more pee trickled out of her and into her Pull-Up as she moved, starting to ignore her inner pleadings with her bladder now. She pressed her thighs together as she waited for the first few notes of the song to ring out once more, knowing she had to contain herself before that, or, most likely, the battle was over. "All right, we know you can do first position," Heather said. "Let's start with second this time." Summer whimpered softly as another cramp hit her bladder, making her squeeze her legs tighter together, rather than spreading them apart. "Don't tell me you've already forgotten it!" Heather shook her head, starting to walk over. Summer tried to protest that she hadn't, that it would just take another moment, but Heather was already in front of her, kneeling down and grabbing her feet, twisting and pulling them into place, forcing them away from one another. Summer gasped as, at last, her bladder gave in altogether. This time, it wasn't a trickle that made its way into her waiting padding, but a flood, soaking her Pull-Up all at once as she stood there, stunned at how helpless she was to stop it now that it had begun. She was sure all the flowers were swept away now, as the Pull-Up felt heavy and droopy between her legs. She knew that Heather noticed, too, by the grin on her face. She blushed, squirming slightly, then turned an even brighter red as she felt a drop of urine begin to run down her inner thigh as Heather let her go and she pulled her legs back into their normal standing position. Heather shook her head as she stood back up, looking over at Valerie. "She's just not ready yet," she told her. "I can keep giving her private lessons, but I think it's going to be quite a while before she's ready for real classes." Valerie nodded, though she looked rather disappointed at the news. "It's a lot harder than cheerleading, isn't it, Sum-Tum-Tum? It's not just wearing a short skirt and jumping around and trying to show your panties off to as many people as you can, now is it?" Summer glared at her, wishing she could ask why Heather had wanted so badly to be in the squad, if that's all she thought it was. Instead, she felt her eyes go wide as Heather roughly patted her bottom, forcing several more drops of moisture out of the sodden padding and down her legs. "Oh, no, Summy!" the other girl exclaimed in mock surprise. "Look at this!" she declared, flipping the tutu up, showing the soaked Pull-Up off to Valerie as Summer stood there bashfully. "Guess we didn't do so good of a job at checking her, or taking her to the potty, did we? Look at how soaked she is!" Summer could have died as Valerie pointed at her, saying, almost excitedly, "Look, she's leaking!" "Oh, this just won't do," Heather fretted. "Let's get her up to the bathroom before she makes a mess all over." Valerie was all too happy to do as she was told, getting up from the couch and grabbing Summer's hand, leading her upstairs as Heather trailed behind. Summer could hear Heather pressing numbers on her phone... As much as Summer didn't want to know who she was calling, she was feeling just as nervous about who it could be. There was very little chance that it would be good news for her. "Get her into the tub, we'll change her there," Heather instructed. "I'll get the supplies." For a moment, Summer had a flash of hope. She would be alone with Valerie in the bathroom! If she could just get her to take her Pull-Up off before Heather got in, she'd be able to use a toilet like a normal person! Except, of course, that her bladder was already empty, and, as much as her tummy was beginning to feel upset from the castor oil, she was pretty sure it didn't work fast enough that she'd be able to empty them yet. So all she could really do was stand there in the tub staring at Valerie, who was standing in front of the toilet she wanted so badly to be able to use again, someday, feeling awkward, until Heather came in. "Sorry to bother you," she was saying into her phone. "I just thought I'd tell you that you should probably pick some diapers up for Summy... Well, she's an awfully heavy wetter, so I think it would be a good idea for her to wear them at night, at least, to protect her mattress. Yes, no problem!" Summer fumed and whined behind her pacifier, trying to make herself heard. She even tried to reach out and grab the phone from Heather, but she just swatted her hands away absentmindedly, as if she really were just a little toddler. She tried to defend herself, to tell them that the only reason she'd wet so much was because of all the juice, but nothing but soft, babyish sounds made their way out from behind her pacifier. She felt tears of frustration forming in her eyes, running slowly down her cheeks, to match the liquid making its way down her legs. "Hmm... I think Pampers would be good, don't you, Summy-Tums?" Summer shook her head vehemently, feeling her tears begin to fall more quickly as Heather simply ignored her, lying, "Oh, she loves that." It just wasn't fair! Summer wished she could believe that Pampers wouldn't fit her, but by now, she knew better. She stomped her foot, trying to get her mother's attention on the other end of the line, as if she'd know just what that meant - Heather was already hanging up, anyway. "All right, you can go ahead and start getting her undressed," Heather said to Val. Valerie was eager to do so, pushing the tutu out of the way and ripping the sides of the Pull-Up, letting it fall to the tub with a dull, wet splat. "See? It's a good thing we had her in here, or that might have gotten the floor all wet!" Summer endured the cold baby wipes, squirming at their touch, and sulkily stepped into her fresh Pull-Up. Valerie took her hand and helped her out of the tub, reaching out and tickling her belly once she was on solid ground again. Summer was very much not in the mood for this, so she tried to push her sister's hands away. When Valerie persisted, however, she reached out for her sister's shoulders, shoving her away by them instead, a little too hard. Valerie stumbled backward, slipping on the linoleum floor and falling backward, head bouncing against the wall. Immediately, Heather leapt forward, grabbing Summer's arm roughly, giving her a shake whenever she tried to pull away, then holding her other hand out to Valerie. "Are you okay, hon?" she asked as the dazed girl got back up, sniffling softly. "I-I'm all right..." she said uncertainly. Heather had her sit down, running her fingers over her head gently, cooing softly at her as she fought back tears. "Come on, let's go sit down in the living room," Heather told her, helping her up again and shepherding her out of the room, Summer still in tow. Once Valerie was sitting, Summer found herself thrust in front of her. "Apologize to your sister," Heather ordered her. While Summer was upset about what was going on, and not happy with Valerie for how she was contributing to it, she would have gladly done so - she hadn't meant to push her quite so hard. But, of course, she couldn't, not with the pacifier still firmly stuck in her mouth. She tried pointing that out, but Heather didn't take it so well. "Yes, I see your pacifier, and I know you're just a little toddler, but even you must know you can't act like that!" Summer stomped her foot, her hands clenching into fists. Why could they not understand what she was trying to say?! Of course, that only made things worse. "Don't you throw a tantrum, young lady! I'm sure your mommy doesn't let you act like that when she's here, and you sure aren't going while I'm around. You apologize right this instant! I'm not playing with you!" Still unable to do as she was told, Summer just glared at Heather, willing her to figure out why she was staying silent. Instead, Heather dragged her over to Donald's armchair. Summer knew what was going on even before Heather sat, and was trying to thrash her way free even before she was pulled over her lap. "One more chance," Heather told her. Summer shook her head desperately, trying to stop it, to give herself more time to find a way to get one of them to take her pacifier out. Then she felt Heather's hand, swinging down hard against the back of her Pull-Up, against her all too well spanked bottom. Summer's pained yelp was lost in her pacifier's bulb, though tears quickly sprang to her eyes as Heather continued the spanking, her hand somehow finding all the most painful spots to hit. If it hadn't been for those other spankings earlier in the day, Summer was pretty sure this one would barely have hurt at all, especially not through her Pull-Up. Now, though, it left her sprawled across this younger girl's lap, bawling her eyes out. Finally, Heather seemed satisfied, and she got up, guiding Summer over to the corner of the living room and putting her nose into it. That was almost as bad as the spanking had been - here she was, an adult, made to stand in the corner like a naughty toddler, red bottom clearly visible around the edges of her Pull-Up, face still wet with tears, on display for two younger girls. If the pacifier, and the wet Pull-Up, and her ride in the car seat, hadn't been enough, this was definite proof that she was just a little kid now. And not a particularly well behaved one at that. After what felt like hours, Heather let her out of the corner, sitting her down in the middle of the floor. Valerie was still sitting on the couch, sulking, glaring at her every now and then. A few minutes later, she perked up at the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. Summer's stomach, which was already churning from the oil, gave a lurch as she wondered who it would be. It was somewhat of a relief to see her mother walk in, even if she was carrying a bag that she knew had a package of Pampers in it, Pampers that she would eventually find herself in. "Why don't you run these up to your little sister's room?" she suggested, holding the bag out to Valerie, who was all too enthusiastic to do so. "I want to thank you for this," she said to Heather once they were 'alone', as Summer was sure her presence there didn't really count. "I know it was short notice, and a little strange..." "Oh, trust me," Heather smiled. "It was my pleasure." "Well, good," Summer's mother nodded. "Because it would be great to have you for the rest of the week. Now, if you need to run, I understand, but you're more than welcome to stay for dinner. My husband will be home soon, so you'd only have to watch the kids for a little while longer, and then you can relax." "No problem," Heather said. "I'd love to!" Sure enough, just a few minutes after her mother vanished into the kitchen to cook, and Valerie came back down from her room, Summer's stomach flip-flopped again as another car roared to a stop outside the house. Donald was a nice enough guy, but he had always seemed to her to be trying too hard to be getting on her good side, even once he and her mom were married. She'd just met him too late in her life to be able to think of him as her father, something she knew he hated. Would he make a big deal out of this, as some kind of second chance to build a relationship? She hoped not. There were already far too many people making a big deal out of her new status. She didn't need another one. He came in, walking behind the couch to give Valerie a kiss on the top of her head, and when she saw him look at her, Summer knew she'd been right. He walked over to her, swooping her up into his arms, then sat down in his chair, setting her down on top of him, her legs straddling one of his, wordlessly accepting it all, as if there was nothing strange about it. She winced as he began bouncing her up and down, one arm around her stomach, sore bottom thudding against his leg, as he began chatting with Heather, asking her what grade she was in, how she was doing in school, all the normal things she could imagine him asking any babysitter they hired if he had a moment alone with them. It was only once her mother called them all in to dinner that he gave any indication that he hadn't just been enchanted to believe she really was a toddler, and always had been. He paused for a moment while Heather and Valerie hurried into the dining room, giving her one final bounce. "Your mother told me about all this," he told her, rubbing her back. "And, I must say, you're even more suited to it than I expected. It'll be nice having a toddler around the house again." With that, he stood up, with her in his arms, and carried her to the table, setting her down at her place. And, though the hard wooden chair beneath her made her squirm in pain, she was quite relieved not to have found a high chair waiting for her there.

What types of books do you guys like to read for fun/pleasure?

Ok. So, for the most part, you're a discreet DL, especially in public. And, you have a partner's acceptance. Perhaps you even have some encouragement. Maybe you even have some participation! What is acceptable to you? What could you tolerate? What might you even enjoy? What might even be too much to handle? LIKE: (For guys, especially) A frontal grope? An audible "whump" on your padded butt? A quiet, but perhaps discernable "comment"(by the partner) regarding "bulk", "bundled" condition or even need for "a diaper change"? NOTE! - This is NOT about FORCED "exposure"(i.e., diapers/plastics required to be shown to the world for shock value..) of diapers, plastic pants or "adult baby wear"! AND, IF YOU READ MR. BROWNIE'S REPLY BELOW, THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT AND WASN'T ALLUDING TO!!!!!! How much could you accept and how far are you willing to go before YOU'd have a total melt-down of embarassment?

In my class, we have been reading the book Beloved by Toni Morrison. Have any of you read it or seen the Oprah Movie? It is really weird. It is about a mother's baby that died and it's ghost came back to life as an woman in her 20s that totally acts like a baby. It is so weird!

Beachbnuni, please either ask everyone who posted 'off topic' to make posts on topic.. or i will consider you personally harassing me and will have to take legal action against your harassment. thank you and have a nice day.

Gender is not biological..... SEX is biological..... gender is the term used to describe how a petson identifies not how a person is biologically gender can ver much be fluid as it is linked to emotions and feelings gender and sex are closely related terms but do NOT mean the same thing it seems many people are using the two terms interchangably when they should be used very differently

I chose the wrong words. Not less human. Intolerant of others. I am not responding to any more on this thread. I'd just like you to reflect on how you are coming off. At the end of the day, change comes from ourselves, and having an argument on a forum serves no purpose. Good day.

beachxbunni123, they way you are typing makes me feel that you don't view a transgender individual as a person. Why don't you come down from your soap box? Why don't you do some reading on social power, prejudice, oppression, and privilege. Reflect on that, and tell me if you feel any different? Edit: we are talking about gender, right? Gender is a fluid construct. The point is that I am not trying to debate about who is in what category. Assigning people into a category is WRONG. This leads to marginalization and oppression. Read up or take a walk in their shoes.

I have only read *parts* of page 3. Not trying to perpetuate this flame war..it needs to stop. WTF does it matter to you Diaperdragon or beachxbunni123 if they claim to be women. IMO they are women. You are letting your ignorance show. Why don't you reflect on the social reality of someone who does not fit your pre-defined gender construct? You can't go around and say, well "you don't act black, or you aren't a real woman. What if you were born in the wrong body? What if you were satisfied with your body and someone told you that it was wrong? How would that make you feel? I know I rambled, but just think about it.

i know some of you at least have people that accept it (it = our lifestyle of using diapers and / or other baby items) even if they dont want to get involved. but for those of you that have to deal with people that wont accept it and may even go as far as to try to shame/ridicule you to stop, dont you hate it? i mean sure they often find it "weird" and dont understand it, but that doesnt mean they have to fear it and refuse to accept it. im speaking as one that still lives at home with my mom, whom knows im a diaper lover, but just refuses to accept it and just let me be, so i have to sneak diapers in and if she finds out that i did she tries to get me to stop, and i know i cant.

I'm sure many good thoughts and much good rationale and commentary has been offered. Maybe it's because I've had 40+ years of coming to grips with and becoming comfortable with my DL side/life/world. For the life of me, I simply do not nor will I ever understand WHY people feel they have to reveal their diaper urges/desires/needs to someone else who may, or may NOT accept it! And, in the instance that making such revelation simply helps a person lift a great burden of guilt, shame and self-loathing off of their own shoulders - with little consideration of what it might do or mean to someone ELSE or how it might affect them - WHAT does it accomplish? Too, when the revelation is made, it's 50-50 whether it's going to be accepted or rejected. Time after time, I read how someone has faced the rejection, then whines about their revelation and reality BEING rejected! WHY, unless you plan to live the rest of your life with someone - a significant other - do people feel they need to "come out" to other people? WHY, when people DO come out - and, a lot depends upon HOW the revelation was made - do they get all bent out of shape when such revelation is NOT acceptable to the other person or what their into rejected? There are a great many expectations in our "community" with trying to rationalize and become comfortable with something that is, for the most part, considered abnormal, if not simply just odd, if not "mainstream". So, we're different. WHO CARES what OTHER PEOPLE think, unless such revelation is going to impact our living situations or economic situations! Thus, revelation needs to be carefully considered and thought out rather than just dumping it into someone else's lap, hoping for the best, and letting THEM deal with it, though WE now feel better because we've "gotten our deep dark secret off our chest". No. I don't hate having to keep it a secret. I don't HAVE to keep it a secret. I CHOOSE to live my DL side/life/world discreetly. WHO ELSE HAS to know? NOBODY. And, that's the bottom line - for ME. As for anybody else, it's YOUR life to live. Do what you feel you have to do, but be prepared for the consequences of what you choose...

all this talk of real made me remember something .... so a few years back i got some samples of the female condom named "reality" .... in the informational booklet there is an "faq" section ..... one of the questions reads "what happens if reality slips or tears during sex?" all i could think was ... then thats some damned good sex

same here Bliss, I though it was a reasonable question, one which im sure a 'few' people have considered. its not sexual for all, but it is for a big enough proportion that i think its worth asking? I know its something i have thought about, who else does that, and why. It would seem some folks just wanna bury their head in the sand when it comes to what they think is the more seedier part of this fetish/life style. back to the question, I have, and I do enjoy it. I have enjoyed all the uses a nappy can offer.

If its a UPS Store type box, they can ship to it. Just not Post Office locations

honestly, i've had to read Beloved for three different classes starting 11 years ago in high school, and as most recently as last year... and i still just find it an awful read... i dunno i just could not get into it and enjoy it like so many other people have been able to..... but now... hitchhikers.... incredible!

People don't have to accept anything nor do you have to care if they don't. It's not your house thus you got to play by their rules, either don't get caught or don't indulge until you move out. I chose the first one, I never got caught and moved out before I did.

well the start up price does seem outrageous but they are making a HUGE effort to cater with baby resembling diapers which look way cuter than tedys. But so far Bambino has always been better than ABU in the Absorbency range. I will definitely give these a try, when they are in stock, no way I'm throwing away 300 dollars right now...

Because everyone here who posts negative feedback think they have the right to rule the boards. Who cares if you've made 2000 posts here, doesn't make you forum god. If you don't like the topic or have any interest in it, DO NOT POST to it. Simple!!

What's with all the negative votes? It's a perfectly sensible question. For some people, it's similar to a clothing fetish - deal with it. Who are any of us to judge each other?

Consider moving out. You don't want to be 30 years old and sneaking out wet diapers around your mother and be unemployed. Despite how much we hate it, we have to grow up sometime.

I've been 'into the Trans scene' for 10+ years and have watched it grow into the more solidified group it is today - even though it is still somewhat fragmented Among ourselves, we used to say "TG" for "transgender" and "GG" for "genetic girl" way back then. Transgender meant anyone not living full-time in a non-birth gender; post-op had the obvious meaning; and TS meant someone living full-time in a non-birth gender. The division of words divided the community, and while that division is growing smaller it is still there I like the use of "cisgender " since it's a clear-cut, precise, and appropriate expression but I need to say that you/we don't need any more new words or phrases- what we need is to find and use common terminology and settle on it's meaning Ages ago, Virginia Prince proposed the word "Transgender" to mean what we now know as "TS". Shortly thereafter she changed it to mean what we now know as "TG" where it has stuck fairly well; most people understand what you mean when you say "TG" To try to redefine it now, or to try to use another word for it will only lead to confusion and a longer path to social acceptance "Cisgender" is the last new word we need- let's get behind it, use it, and keep it's definition intact And let's stop right here with new terminology because it is not needed and is only going to confuse the situation, thus making it worse for everyone cis or trans You can't change what something is by calling it a new name. As long as the current word is adequate and not disrespectful, put your effort behind keeping it's definition clear because that's where your effort is needed and will do the most good <close rant> Bettypooh

Because referring to cispeople as "normal" merely perpetuates binary essentialist gender roles as the accepted standard, and marginalizes anyone who doesn't fit the mold as "deviant."

Being incontinent and in diapers 24/7 I found that when I switched to the Dry 24/7 I used at least one less diaper a day so it is actually costing me less than the Bambino's or the Abena's. I also find I like them a lot better. If your not using them to capacity they may not be for you.

People here are quick to condemn any ABDL folks who reveal their diaper desires to anyone as 'forcing' their fetish on them. Come on folks, do you truly think that is the case? Sure there are always those extreme members who will flaunt their diapered behinds in public and actively participate in baby play and childish antics but the poor person who inadvertantly is 'outted' by an innocent diaper reveal or discovered by a nosy friend/lover/parent/neighbour is hardly forcing their fetish on to them. It seems to me these days that anyone caught wearing diapers is accused of forcing their fetish on to others.

Not to be a jerk but MOVE OUT! Your mom doesn't need to be a part of your fetish and will be very happy to repress that memory and move on. Til then understand that there is nothing you can do to make her accept.

"So maybe I am misinterpreting this but it sounds like Jess is going to give him a spanking." Sorry to disappoint but you won't see that in this story. While my writing contains some AB-type of elements, you'll find I usually stop short of scenarios that are really outrageous or unbelievable. I'm not 100 percent sure I'd really consider myself an AB (but perhaps you can decide that for yourself based on my stories) but suffice it to say that most of my stories stop short of becoming a serious AB kind of stories. People don't get spanked, people don't sleep in cribs, people don't sit in high chairs, and they don't dress like babies. The things that happen in the story are a bit more subtle than that. I totally understand that plenty of people on these boards LOVE to read kind of thing, but its just tough for me to rationalize it in a story and have it be believable. I hope everyone will still finding the story enjoyable. Feel free to leave more comments. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Sam slipped on a green polo shirt and combed his shaggy hair a little. He figured that he looked presentable enough. Dinner at 7 pm meant that Sam stood a decent chance of being able to get home BEFORE the clock struck 9:30. Trying desperately to put the previous day's accident out of his mind, he confidently pulled a pair of baggy jeans over his pair of navy blue boxer-briefs. He walked out into the living room and saw Jess looking gorgeous as ever sitting on the couch in a pair of tight jeans and a purple sweater. Walking up behind her, he smirked a little bit as he caught a glimpse of the waistband of her black and red striped panties peeking out from her jeans. 'Not the sexiest pair she owned' he thought, 'but still a turn on'. Sam had given Jess her space for the past 24 hours, knowing full well she was probably a little upset about his accident on Sunday. But now, he thought he might stand a chance at having yet another romantic encounter with Jess. After the incredible sex they'd had over the weekend, he figured anything was possible. "Ready to go?" he asked Jess. "In a minute. We need to talk first. Have a seat." said Jess patting the couch. As Sam slowly sat down on the couch, he couldn't help but glance at Jess' breasts. The sweater she was wearing showed off a little more cleavage than usual. "Whats up?" he asked tentatively. "I wanted to have a little discussion with you about your... protection." said Jess. Just as Jess said that, he glanced at a familiar looking gym bag sitting by the front door. He sighed, knowing full well the contents of the bag. "I realize that wearing... diapers isn't easy for you. Its not always easy for me either. But you are my husband and I love you and I accept you for who you are." said Jess putting her hand on Sam's. "Uh... thanks." he said awkwardly. "And I want you to know that what I'm about to tell you has nothing to do with your accident yesterday." "Oh, c'mon, Jess. You said so yourself there was nowhere to stop. I did my best to hold it but-" "Sam..." began Jess putting her hand on his shoulder. "What?" he asked. "Please don't interrupt me when I'm talking. Sam, you know I was a nurse. Changing a few diapers is not a big deal for me. Even the occasional messy diaper is okay with me. But what bothered me the most yesterday is that I was trying to be understanding, I was trying to be there for you, and I still got an argument. Trust me, no one WANTS to change a poopy diaper. It was just something that had to be done. I had a great vacation, Sam. Seriously I did. But I'm standing there and all I wanted was to help you get cleaned up. All I wanted was to make sure my husband would be comfortable for the car ride home. All I wanted was to make sure you didn't get a rash which, trust me on this Sam, would have made just sitting down pretty painful for you. I just wanted to be there for you and I got that same attitude that I always get when we're talking about your protection. I understand it was an accident. I really do. I know accidents are bound to happen. But sitting there in a poopy diaper and arguing with me about needing a change was... well, really immature to say the least. I would expect that from a two year old... but not from my adult husband." "I'm... sorry." said Sam staring at the floor. "But Sam, it happens all the time. I'll ask you to lay down so I can diaper you, and I'll get an argument. And I think we both know if you're peeing in your underpants because we can't find bathrooms fast enough, then its time to wear some protection. You know you have a problem. You know you need protection. All I'm asking is for you to be mature about it. Okay?" "Y-y-yeah." said Sam hesitantly, unsure of what Jess was going to say next. "Remember when I counted in the car?" Sam nodded, eyes still fixed on the floor. "Sam, look at me." He looked into Jess' eyes. She looked more serious than ever. "So, since you've been acting like a child, I'm gonna start treating you like one. So... from now on, when I tell you you're going to have to wear a diaper, I don't want any arguments. My goal isn't to have you wearing diapers 24/7, but you're going to wear protection whenever I think you need it... since you've proven to me that you can't make that decision yourself. And if you argue with me, I'm gonna talk to you like you're a little 5 year old and I'm just going to ask 'do I need to count to three?' And then you'll know I'm serious. I'm done arguing with you, Sam. I'm so, so done. And since you haven't been very responsible about your diapers and you throw a tantrum every time I try to get you to wear them, I'm going to be totally responsible for diapering you. You won't have to worry about getting the tapes right anymore or me checking them because you won't be allowed to diaper yourself. I'll be in change of all diapering and diaper changes. And when I'm not around, Shelby will fill in for me. But until further notice, when it comes to your protection, I'm going to be calling the shots." Sam was speechless. He didn't know what to say. This conversation was all so sudden to him. "I just want to lay down some ground rules so you'll know what to expect. I'll expect you to come to me whenever you need a change but I'll probably check your diaper fairly regularly since Shelby told me you're not always completely honest when you have an accident. Now you may not feel this way now, but I'm doing this because I love you. I know that wearing diapers hasn't been easy but, I've given you plenty of time, and now you need to accept that you need diapers. In a lot of ways, it'll be easier for you now that you don't have to worry about taping yourself up, or accidents, or changes or any of that. I'm not trying to run your life. You're still an adult and you'll be making all the decisions when it comes to your job, our money, your car - all that. But when it comes to your diapers, you no longer get to make any decisions about it." Sam sighed. He still couldn't bring himself to speak. "And we'll see how you do these next few months. If you cooperate with me and with Shelby whenever she's here, then I might reconsider all this. If you're mature about everything these next few months, then I might consider letting you practice with your tapes a little. Shelby and I will show you how to do them and, eventually, if you want to be more independent, I'd consider letting you diaper yourself. But we are not at that point yet. For now, its completely out of your control. So I'm bringing your diaper bag with us to dinner tonight. Shelby knows all about it. And wherever we are at 9:30, which will probably be at Shelby's, I'm going to tell you that its time to get ready for bed and you're not going to give me any arguments. And... you should also know that the best way you can impress me right now is to listen to everything I say when it comes to your diapers. And you know, Sam... if you cooperate with me and do what I want... I'll be a lot more likely to cooperate with you and give you something that You want." said Jess looking into Sam's eyes and putting her hand on his again. Sam was still speechless. He realized now that he had finally pushed Jess too far. It was no use to argue now. Jess always won anyway. The only thing he ever seemed to accomplish was making her madder at him. Feeling her warm hand on his was the last straw for Sam. He knew he had lost the petty struggle he had fought with Jess. He was now at a crossroads. One path led him to trying to stand up for himself and tell Jess that she couldn't push him around. But he knew it was just another way for him to deny his wetting problem. He knew it would lead to to fights, anger, and distance from his wife. The other path promised a new relationship... perhaps a closer one which would be sure to have a more promising sex life. The only catch was that he would have to give up his independence, at least when it came to diapers. But after the amazing sexual experience he'd had over the weekend, he knew there was only one right choice. He loved his wife... he wanted to make love to her... he wanted some release of the tension that had built up between them. He had to give in. "So what do you say, sweetie? Are we going to have any problems?" asked Jess. Sam wanted to speak but the words simply wouldn't come out of his mouth. "Don't look so afraid, sweetie. I love you. I just want things to be better between us and I don't want us to fight so much. So what do you say? Are you and me going to have any problems?" "No." Sam said quietly. Jess smiled. "Good. I'm glad to hear it... come here." she said leaning in and wrapping her arms around him. "You know I love you and I just want to take care of you. Right, sweetie?" asked Jess as she stroked his back. "Yeah." said Sam quietly doing his best to hold back tears. He didn't know why he felt so emotional all of the sudden. In truth, he couldn't imagine his life would change all that much. He'd still be in diapers. He'd still get ready for bed at 9:30. And yet he suddenly felt such an overwhelming wave of emotion... it was all he could do to hold back tears. Part of him felt frustration and a little resentment... but mostly he just felt relieved somehow- like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Now are you ready to go enjoy some of Shelby's good cookin'?" asked Jess. With a sniffle, Sam smiled and nodded his head. He had to admit that Shelby was a really good cook and he knew full well that the chicken pasta she'd be cooking would be amazing. With that, the two of them stood up and left the apartment. Sam walked slightly behind Jess staring at the gym bag draped around her shoulder. They arrived at Shelby's house a little after 7:30. "Hey Jess. Sam! How are you?" she said leaning in and giving him a hug. He liked the smell of her perfume but, somehow, her hugs always made Sam just the slightest bit uncomfortable. Maybe it was the fact that he always felt that he didn't know her that well. Maybe it was the fact that her large breasts seem to press right up against him when she embraced him. Either way, the hug actually served to put Sam at ease a little bit. Considering the argument they'd had the last time he'd seen her... not to mention the embarrassment he'd faced, he was glad that there were no hard feelings. In fact, it was almost as if those two days where Shelby had diapered him for bed had never happened. "Can I get you guys anything to drink? Jess, is Sam allowed to have a beer?" asked Shelby. "I don't see why not. I drove tonight. Sam's wide awake. Your bathroom's only a few feet away so I don't see what could go wrong." smiled Jess. Sam blushed a little at this comment but said nothing. "You want a beer or a glass of wine, Sam?" asked Shelby. "Oh, um... a beer, please." said Sam. "Isn't he polite?" said Jess with a smile. "He most certainly is." said Shelby twisting the top off a bottle of beer and handing it to Sam. Jess leaned in and kissed Sam on the cheek. He looked at her and they both smiled. As usual, Shelby's cooking was fantastic. Overall, Sam was pleasantly surprised by the way the evening was going. Apart from Shelby's condescending question to Jess about him having a beer, everything seemed pretty normal. They discussed their jobs, the stresses of day to day life, and they even talked a little about their vacation in the mountains. Sam cringed when the topic came up but, to his surprise, there was no mention of his diapers or his accident. Jess only spoke of the massage appointment Sam had made for her and praised him for being so sweet. "Can I get you another beer, Sam?" asked Shelby as she picked up Sam's plate and fork. "Sure." said Sam with a friendly smile. "Wow!" said Jess abruptly, as she opened the blinds and looked out Shelby's window. "What's up, Jess?" asked Shelby as she sat the dishes in the sink. "Its like a blizzard out there!" said Jess, eyes still fixed on the window. Sam got up to look over her shoulder. Sure enough, she was right. While there had been no snow on the way over, the streets were now carpeted with at least an inch of fresh, white, powdery snow. The large snow flakes seemed to be blowing in almost horizontally as the frigid wind gusted wildly. Sam was pretty surprised. It was late in the season for such a snow storm and he hadn't heard any recent weather reports. "Maybe we should head home." said Jess looking apprehensively out the window. "Shit, the roads look horrible." said Jess. "You guys should stay here tonight." said Shelby. "Oh, we couldn't possibly do that to you, Shel." said Jess. "No, seriously. The roads are going to be horrible. Besides, it'll be fun being snowed in together. You guys can call in sick to work tomorrow and sleep in. And Jess, you can relax and have a glass of wine if you don't have to worry about driving anywhere." said Shelby. "Well, I mean, if you don't mind. I guess... we could. I mean... we have all of Sam's supplies for the night and..." "Good, its settled. I'll make up a bed for you guys on the floor and I'll pour you a glass of wine." said Shelby with a smile. With two quick calls to their offices, Sam and Jess were off the hook for work the next morning. They'd had plenty of vacation time saved up. Talking to Shelby, both Sam and Jess agreed that their biggest vice was spending too much time at work and too little time cutting loose and having fun. The atmosphere was Shelby's apartment quickly became more like a party as they laughed, joked, drank wine, and watched; out the window, the thick haze of snow blowing in- which showed no signs of stopping. Sam eventually excused himself to use the restroom. His bladder had become pretty full after several beers and a few glasses of wine. Just as he flushed the toilet, he glanced at his watch noticing the time. 9:27. In all the fun of being snowed in, Sam had completely lost track of time. As he exited the bathroom, he could only hope that Shelby and Jess had lost track too. Sam sighed as he walked back into the living room and saw Jess kneeling on the floor with a folded diaper in one hand and a bottle of baby powder in the other. "Shel, do you have an old towel we could borrow." asked Jess. "Sure, let me run and get it." said Shelby walking out of the room. "Time to get ready for bed, sweetie. Although you know you can stay up as late as you want... as long as you're, you know, all ready." said Jess with a small grin on her face. Sam nodded and sat down on the couch. Shelby came back into the living room with a towel in her hand. "Okay, here's that. I was gonna go put some dishes in the dishwasher. Do you guys need anything else?" "Nope. Thanks, I think we're all set." said Jess. "Okay." said Shelby walking out of the living room. "Okay, assume the position." said Jess with a friendly smile. Sam felt awkward about taking off his pants in someone else's home but he said nothing. Nervous, he started but sliding down his jeans and stepping out of them. He now stood before Jess in only his polo shirt and boxer briefs. Actually, a pretty dignified outfit when Sam considered the garment he was about to put on. He nervously glanced toward the kitchen. Shelby's back was turned to him. "Sweetie, you know its nothing she hasn't seen before. She's diapered you too, remember?" said Jess. Sam nodded and slowly slid his underwear down before sitting down on the towel that Jess had set up on the floor. "Legs." said Jess. Sam laid back and grabbed his legs. Jess sprinkled baby powder over his butt and testicles before rubbing it all in. She then slowly unfolded his thick, disposable diaper. Sam figured she was probably going just a little slower because, after having two glasses of wine, she wasn't quite as efficient as usual. Still... his diaper fit just as snug as ever as she pulled it up between his legs and pulled the numerous tapes into place. In some ways, Sam was glad he wouldn't have to fiddle with those tapes anymore. While it had never happened, he was always paranoid he might get them wrong one night while sneaking out of bed to use the bathroom and pee all over himself later in the night. Just as Jess smoothed out the last of the tapes, Shelby emerged from the kitchen. Sam sat up and tried to cover his crotch with the front of his polo shirt. "So is that brand pretty absorbent?" asked Shelby sitting down on the couch. Sam grabbed his pants and draped them across his lap. He was too shy to actually stand up and put them on. Doing so would reveal to Shelby a clear view of his diaper. Instead he just used them to cover himself. "Yeah, I'd say so. We haven't had any leaks since we started using them." said Jess as she folded Sam's boxer breifs and set them inside the gym bag along with the bottle of baby powder. "Hmmm..." said Shelby staring at Sam, and taking another sip of her wine. "Is everything okay?" asked Jess. "Yeah... I'm just thinking..." said Shelby, eyes still fixed on Sam. Sam said nothing. He just sat silently in the middle of the room, now uncomfortable that he'd become the center of attention. He felt like a nervous child. "Thinking about what?" asked Jess. "Well, Sam, I know this might be a little embarrassing for you but I think it would probably be best if you kept your pants off for the rest of the evening." Sam raised his eyebrows but still didn't dare say a word. He wondered if Shelby was doing this just to humiliate him... just to get revenge for the argument they'd had earlier. "Jess, I'm not trying to embarrass your boy here but the reason I say that is because when Sam has an accident, at least when he's around me, he's not always very... up front about it." said Shelby. "Well, Shel, just know that I'm going to be checking his diaper constantly to make sure that I know as soon as he-" began Jess. "No, I know that. Its just that... well, I know he's a bit accident prone when he drinks and, we've all been drinking. I just don't want him to spring a leak or... you know, do a number on my couch because we didn't check him. You know, no pun intended." With this both Shelby and Jess snickered. It was hardly a big laugh. In fact, it was pretty obvious that they were both trying to hold in their laughter but, due to the fact that they'd both been drinking, they simply couldn't help themselves. Jess looked at Sam, who hadn't said a word the entire time. She tussled his hair a little. Sam had wanted to say something but he didn't dare argue. He felt like a toddler as he listened to the way Jess and Shelby talked about him... as if he wasn't even in the room. "Well... Shelby... its your house so, its your rules. You know Sam and I would both be embarrassed beyond belief if he ruined your sofa or something. But Sam and I had a talk today and he's gonna come and tell me just as soon as he has any accidents. Right, sweetie?" Sam nodded. Jess folded up his pants and put them into the gym bag. "I know its a little embarrassing to go without pants, Sam. But it'll make diaper checks a whole lot easier and, just so you know I'm not cruel. I'm getting up right now to turn up the heat in here so you won't be cold and I'm gonna run to my bedroom and grab a sweatshirt for you that I sometimes sleep in. Its a few sizes too big and I think it'll really keep you warm tonight." said Shelby getting up off the couch. Shelby returned and handed Sam the sweatshirt. Sam retreated into the hallways and pulled his polo shirt off before pulling the sweatshirt over himself. It almost went all the way down to his knees and the sleeves covered most of his hands. Just then, Sam's cell phone began ringing. He instantly realized that he'd left it on the coffee table in the living room. "Sam!" he heard Jess shout. "What?" he shouted back. "You should probably get this. Its your office calling." he heard Jess say. Sam walked into the living room and picked up the phone. It was his boss. While Sam was as respectful as he could be, he made it clear that he couldn't come into work. He knew he had plenty of vacation time and that his boss had only called to try and persuade him. He knew full well just how much he was valued as an employee and the call only served to reinforce that feeling. But Sam was distracted during the call as he sat down on the couch. He pulled the sweatshirt down to cover his diaper but the fact that Shelby and Jess were sitting right across from him still made him a bit nervous. He felt like they were staring at him again. Shelby took another sip of wine, then leaned over and whispered something to Jess. She smiled and then shook her head. Shelby whispered to her again. Jess shrugged her shoulders... then giggled a little. Just as he was becoming positive that they were both making some kind of mean comments about his diapers, the two of them got up together and left the room. After a few more minutes of politely apologizing to his boss and explaining that he would come into work if the weather cleared up tomorrow, he hung up the phone. Sam could hear giggling down the hallway. Curious about what Shelby and Jess could possibly be doing in her bedroom, he slowly walked down the hallway. Shelby's bedroom door was open just a crack and the lights were on. As Sam came around the corner, he peered into her room. Shelby and Jess stood in the middle of the room staring into the large, bedroom mirror. Shelby standing there in only a pair of tight jeans and a low cut, black bra that exposed a lot of cleavage and Jess in only a lacy red thong and a matching red bra. Sam couldn't believe his eyes. But as soon as he caught sight of them, they noticed his reflection in the mirror. "Whoa." said Shelby grabbing a pillow off the bed to cover herself. Jess quickly ran up and hid herself behind the bedroom door, leaving it open just wide enough for her to poke her head out. "Hey, Sam." she said. "Ever heard of knocking?" he heard Shelby say. "I'm sorry. The door was, um... open." said Sam with a blank stare on his face. "What are you guys doing?" he asked, knowing that it was a reasonable and logical question. "I guess we had a little too much to drink, eh Shel? Well, we uh... went to Victoria's Secret earlier today when we were shopping and... Shelby thought it might be kinda fun to try on some of the things we bought today... you know, see how they fit." "Cool." said Sam with a smile on his face. He could feel the familiar sensation of his erection beginning to press up against the inside of his dry, powdered diaper. "Um... do I get to see?" asked Sam, still grinning, thinking about the incredibly sexy sight that he'd glimpsed for only a quick second. "Maybe later... if you're lucky." said Jess smiling and shutting the bedroom door. Sam could hear them whispering inside the bedroom. "He scared me when I saw him standing right there. You need to teach him to knock." said Shelby. "You shouldn't have left the door open, Shelby!" said Jess. "I guess I'm a little more tipsy than I thought. So do you like this bra on me?" "Yeah, its really sexy. Your boobs look great in it." "Really?" "Yeah, I'm totally jealous of your boobs." He heard them both giggle. "Whats Sam doing?" "I don't know, I think he went back to the living room." Now fearful that he could be caught eavesdropping, Sam retreated back to the living room. With his erection pressing up against the inside of his diaper, he had to waddle awkwardly to get out of the hallway. Sitting down on the couch, he couldn't help but think about the wonderful sight that he'd seen. Jess shopping for lingerie at Victoria's Secret was a good sign for their sex life. In fact, Sam knew that she owned very few thongs. She'd always said that they'd felt like a permanent wedgie. The fact that she'd purchased one said a lot. The temperature in the apartment had gone up considerably and, even though he was only wearing a sweatshirt, he felt very comfortable. Figuring he was alone, he now began to massage the front of his diaper a little. It felt good but, unfortunately, the thick padding made it difficult for him to get a grip on his penis. It was so frustrating to be so aroused and have such difficulty getting any satisfaction. He just wished he could watch his wife try on lingerie. He felt so left out. On top of that, he now had to pee. Determined to get her attention again, he marched back down the hallway. He knew full well that he'd have to ask Jess to untape his diaper in order for him to make it to the bathroom. As luck would have it, the bathroom door was closed and the light was on. Thinking it was Jess, he walked right up and knocked on the door. "Um... can I help you?" he heard Shelby's voice say. "Shelby? Its Sam... I uh, have to go pee." "Well, I'll be out in just a minute, you'll have to be patient." Sam then turned and knocked on the bedroom door. "Jess?" he said. "Sam? Don't come in. I'm changing." "I have to go pee." Sam announced. "Okay, well I'll be out in just a minute. Go into the living room and lay down on the towel. I'll come untape your diaper in just a sec." Sam rolled his eyes. All he wanted to do was pee in the toilet like a normal, adult human being. He was tired of being ignored. Still feeling a little bit tipsy, his bladder now full, Sam just stood in the hallway peeing into his diaper, enjoying the warm feeling of the garment expanding as it absorbed his urine. Once his diaper was good and full, he waddled back to the living room feeling the bulging garment sag underneath the baggy sweatshirt he was wearing. He thought for a moment of plopping down on Shelby's couch. His diaper, absorbent as it was, just might leak a bit. While the thought made him smile a little, he really didn't want to cause any trouble. So he simply sat down on the towel Jess had left on the floor... now totally ready to get changed out of his warm, soggy diaper. He heard the flush of a toilet down the hall, then the sound of the bedroom door opening, then the sound of Jess talking to Shelby. Jess emerged wearing a short, pink satin nightgown. Not the scantily clad thong that he'd hoped to get a better look at... but not bad either, he thought to himself. "Okay, lets get that diaper off so you can run and go potty." said Jess kneeling down and pushing Sam's shoulders back. "Actually, Jess. I um... couldn't hold it so I... um." "Oh yeah, I don't know how I missed that. You're soaked, sweetie." said Jess, now staring at Sam's bulging diaper. Just then, Shelby walked out wearing a relatively unimpressive pair of sweat pants and a tight, white t shirt. Her black bra almost visible underneath. "Whats up, guys?" she said. "Well, Sam had a little accident here and I think he could really use a change right about now." said Jess. "You need a hand? I wouldn't want you to ruin your new nightie." said Shelby kneeling down on the floor. "Sure, thanks, Shel." said Jess. "Its what I'm here for." she said with a smile. "Lay down, sweetie." said Jess pushing back on Sam's shoulders. Just as he did, he felt Jess ripping the tapes open. Despite the fact that the room was pretty warm, the cool air felt strange on Sam's warm genitals. "Legs." Sam grabbed his legs and Shelby slid the diaper out from under him. "I'm gonna wipe him down, you wanna grab me a new diaper, Shel?" "I'm on it." she said unzipping the gym bag, pulling out another diaper, and unfolding it right before Sam's eyes. Shelby quickly ran the cold wipes over Sam's genitals before sprinkling powder on them. Sam knew that Jess couldn't do much for him while Shelby was there but he had still hoped she'd linger on his genitals with the baby wipes for a little longer. No such luck. Quite the opposite. In fact, just as Sam began to get an erection, Shelby slid the diaper underneath him and pulled it up between his legs. As she taped it into place, Sam couldn't help but thinking that was the quickest diaper change he'd ever experienced- no doubt due to the two experienced diaper changers in front of him. "Well, I'm going to bed. Can I get you guys anything else?" asked Shelby. "Nope, I think we're good." Sam and Jess walked over and laid down in the makeshift bed that Shelby had set up on the floor. It was really no more than pillows and couch cushions, but still comfy. As Jess was pulling the covers over herself, Sam caught a glimpse of a pair of pink, satin panties under Jess' nightgown. Sam could only wish that they were at home and dream of what might be to come. She snuggled up behind him and put her arm around him. She whispered in his ear. "I'm proud of you, sweetie. You did really good tonight. See how easy it is when you don't argue?" said Jess patting Sam's diapered butt.

There are also a large number of males posing as females on this site. New folks don't know it, but those of us who have been around a while do.

Well I would think if you got married and had children, you'd pretty much have to give them up. Kids are nosy by nature, and walking in on Daddy humping his poopy diaper is a sure fire way to scar them for life.

I honestly can't think of any diaper that's worth $3 a piece especially from a company that is known to outright lie, stretch the truth and otherwise be dishonest in their marketing. Maybe they should rethink their price, and people would be a lot less skeptical. By pricing something so expensive (I'm guessing so they get a huge cut of the profit), it really cuts out a lot of their potential market. So even if this diaper is super thick and amazing, which I somehow doubt, the cost makes it not worth it no matter what.

Scandalous tape issue at Bambino - you mean something they legitimately thought people would like, were honest about it and what it was, it didn't work out - so they switched back? Thats not scandalous - thats trying something they thought would work and help and it didn't work out. Its not scandalous. Scandalous is flat out lying about a product and its features and exaggerating the truth. That is scandalous which is what we have seen from ABU in the past unfortunately...Now, the diaper seems interesting none the less but you can't help but notice the huge price tag, their backtracking, and the fact that it holds however much it does which is basically unnecessary to begin with because nobody is going to urinate that much - and also, another tidbit - just because it can absorb a lot does not mean its "absorption speed" is good meaning if you are urinating fast - the diaper can't keep up with the absorption fast enough so it leaks out. There is more to a diaper than pure amount it can hold. Just putting in my 2 cents. The diaper looks cute but not willing to pay that price at all for something like that.

I'm sorry, but I have to point out that you aren't a "real" boy/girl unless everything matches. Thus why transgender terms exist in the first place. I realize that some transgendered persons don't like this and prefer to refer to themselves as the gender of their mental state, especially online, but in reality that is just a lie.

Let's go by the universally accepted dictionary definition for "girl", shall we? http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/girl 1. a female child, from birth to full growth. 2. a young, immature woman, especially formerly, an unmarried one. 3. a daughter: My wife and I have two girls. 4. Informal: Sometimes Offensive. a grown woman, especially when referred to familiarly: She's having the girls over for bridge next week. 5. girlfriend; sweetheart. 6. Often Offensive. a female servant. 7. Usually Offensive. a female employee. 8. a female who is from or native to a given place: She's a Missouri girl. 9. girls, ( used with a singular or plural verb ) a. a range of sizes from 7 to 14, for garments made for girls. b. a garment in this size range. c. the department or section of a store where these garments are sold. Sorry sweetie, but until the plumbing matches the mental state you won't be a girl, and to call yourself one is a misrepresentation. You can be transgender, and that's just fine. Or you can even be gender neutral. But until the hardware has been reworked to match the software, you are not a girl.

Ur wrong and regardless of how many surgeries you have and how you try and define yourself. You are still your original gender by DNA and that's the one thing that you can't seem to get pass. You call yourself what ever you want, but frankly it's nothing more than misrepresentation of gender. The fact here is that Transgender people will never understand what it means to be a women/girl or boy/Man biologically, genetically, physically, emotionally and mentally.

So lets Define REAL and Biological. The fact that trans are not considered REAL Woman/girl and are not considered Biological natural born women and girls. Transgender people don't even have the privileges of their perceived gender.

If I went to another country...where no one knew me....and i knew no one....and there were no social complications...I would go in huge diapers with a dress and bonnet and bottle and stroller and cause a huge accident in front of a crowd of people and proceed to be changed in a pulic restroom, all the while acting totally like a baby and sucking my baba and stuff. In other words...it would have to be an extremely rare circumstance.

Make her soil her diaper, hopefully it is soft and squishy. Remove the diaper and then hang it around her neck to use as a bib. She will have to constantly smell her excrement. Do not put another diaper on but rather have her tell you when she has to pee/poop again and then put the bib diaper on for her to use. If she has an accident, then she will have to be punished further but this is a good way to teach the little ones a lesson.

The warm mass is extremly erotic, isn't it? I like to sit and play vidgames. Sometimes I will get too involved in the game I am playing and be playing and playing for hours and hours upon hours and hours and then put down the controller to realize I completely filled my diaper at least twice without even feeling it or smelling it. This is why it is good to live alone and single. Were I dating a girl (or man) they probably would have wanted to change my sticky and stale butt after hour 15 of halo in a full diaper. "Happiness is a very wet or messy diaper" I love this line. I'll fill to that, man!

Sorry Bettypooh but I'm going to have to disagree with you. According to society and our world, one is identified as either A. Male or B. Female. For example, when they have to identify bodies of people, they either identify them as MALE or FEMALE. It it totally your choice and your right if you would like to be gay, cross dress, or even get cosmetic surgery to make you appear to look more 'feminine'... but this does not mean that you are CHANGING your gender, you are rather 'mutilating' it (Again I am NOT at all trying to be harsh). There are 2 genders: male and female, the intersex cases that you are talking about are genetic mutations-- a medical dysfunction that's not supposed happen that way. If there is no medical dysfunction and one still wants to mutliate their body I consider that a distorted way of thinking. Again I am not being harsh, I support those with genetic dysfunctions having operations though-- same as someone would have a breast augmentation if they had undergone a masectomy. ********NOTE:************* One thing that's necessary to mention is that TRANSGENDERED are NOT LESS of a human! Just because one has a genetic mutation of some sort it does NOT make them not normal! To say that a human with genetic issues isn't normal is the equivalent of saying people diagnosed with cancer aren't normal and not only is that a ludicrous, incorrect way of thing but it's outlandish, immoral, and ultimately wrong! For some people on here to say that a transgendered or a hermaphrodite is "not normal" is wrong, inappropriate, and that behavior is not tolerated. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Of course you exist, no one said you didn't! But that doesn't make a transgender a biological female. Again: Let's put it this way... Would you call someone who had a breast augmentation/"boob job" someone with NATURAL breasts? No! Okay... so would you call someone who is a transgendered female a BIOLOGICAL female? No! CASE CLOSED!

So is yours Bettypooh, your Ignorance and and uneducated knowledge is seriously lacking. You trying to educate me:roflmao: That is so funny because it seems that you are the one who needs to be educated and needs to GO BACK to SCHOOL. DNA dose tell what gender a person is. Chromosomes are XX and XY. Their are so many DNA variations and I know most of them. The only RARE case is true Hermaphrodite and they are SO RARE that they are virtually unknown in the human species. It's either you have one ovary and one testis or incomplete set's of sex organs at BIRTH. Intersex people for the most part are STERILE from birth to DEATH and can't bear Children Naturally. It's fairly obvious that you don't understand University or medical school level GENETICS or Medical Science. Then let's see you try and explain Turners syndrome women. Let's be clear, your logic and science is so flawed that NO intersex group and NO intersex expert that I know of from Alice Dreger to Milton Diamond will ever accept your warped logic and theory I see your also wrong again and way Ignorant here as well. First off, Trans people are not INTERSEX PEOPLE. Let's get that Idea out of your HEAD because according to current HBSoC and WPATH guidelines, Intersex people are exempt from being called TRANS. Also in the DSM manual, Intersex people can be called Trans if an intersex person Reject what is assigned to them Medically. Trans people do not have both male and female parts at birth. Only Intersex people such as myself who have both male and female parts at BIRTH. You seem to be so Ignorant and stupid to think that Trans people are intersex and think it's ok for you to try and pass yourself off as an intersex person without having the DNA, Biology, physiology and physical features of an intersex person. Well it's not and as an intersex person, I am So offended and so pissed off at your remark. Your way of thinking is so stupid and so uneducated that it makes me wonder how you got through school thinking like that. Your conclusions are so wrong and frankly down right sexist. It seems that it is you who speak so ignorantly and trying to mansplain intersex in the context of your transgenderism. You Don't know what it means to be an INTERSEX person and even what it means to be a Biological NATURAL Born woman. The fact that you have tried to insert yourself into place where people have asked questions for Biological born women only, shows how sexist you are and how you are still holding on to your MALE privilege and Male upbringing. The fact is their are documented cases where their are intersex people who can have kids, not NATURALLY, but medically assisted. Which is something you don't seem to understand and can't comprehend. The fact is, Intersex people can't father or even bear children NATURALLY. They have to have some type of medically assisted help for that one. Judging by what you are saying, you are so dumber than a doorknob. It seems to me that your grasping at straws trying to prove your so called points and illogical theories that will not hold up to any Academic standards. Really, You think your so Intelligent, but in REALITY, your so ignorant and SEXIST. I have a Right to my opinions as with everyone elses. Also if you Don't like how the REAL WORLD operates, there's the DOOR and you can always leave at anytime. I am Intelligent enough to know who's BSing people and who's trying to Mansplain things. The fact is Bettypooh, You and all the Transpeople in here HAVE no RIGHT to call yourselves intersex or Women. It's clearly nothing more than Misrepresentation of gender and clearly deceiving people. It's also Sexist and offenive towards Natural and Biological born women and FAB (FEMALE AT BIRTH) and I'll leave you with this to ponder, the strictest definition of intersex that is accepted by medical science and mainstream Society; Intersex –noun Biology . an individual displaying sexual characteristics of both male and female. — n 1. the condition of having characteristics intermediate between those of a male and a female 2. gynandromorph hermaphrodite Compare hermaphrodite an individual, esp a person, exhibiting such physiological characteristics Intersex Intersex

Well maybe you should read page 3 in order to avoid making false accusations in your post. If someone felt they were born in the wrong body, I don't feel they should personally mutliate the genitalia that they were born with (Unless they were born hermaphrodites or intersex which constitutes as a medical reason). If someone said that they were 'born in the wrong species' and felt they were more cat-like do you think they should mutilate themselves to look like a cat? No. If someone does have issues with their body, then they need to talk to a professional and get the help they need--which they deserve! Just because an transgender suffers from emotional issues and intersex/hermaphrodites suffer from physical issues they need to realize that they will and can get help and are loved!

That is false. Again, I suggest you read page 3 in order to avoid making false accusations in your post. EDIT: Thank you for acknowledging your false accusation in your post. If you had read page 3, you wouldn't have made that false accusation and would have found I have previously specifically stated … Again, false. According to the law today, a body is identified as A. Male or B. Female. If you disagree with the law, then I suggest you speak with your local offical about it.

Far be it for me to be an expert. I'll talk to anyone but as an XY chromosome male, I would never want to date anything but XX women. Period, end of story. All this TG/TS/BS stuff is just a way for people with confused views to do their thing. Fine, do it but don't claim to be a biological girl/guy.

beachxbunni123, I totally agree with you and what you have said. You have said it very clear and right to the point.

Nice try, but your so called Science is FLAWED and illogical. It doesn't prove anything and frankly as I have said, T-girls do not count towards Real, biological natural woman/girls.

Let's put it this way... Would you call someone who had a breast augmentation/"boob job" someone with NATURAL breasts? No! Okay... so would you call someone who is a transgendered female a BIOLOGICAL female? No! CASE CLOSED! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for your apology, I appreciate you doing that and I really enjoy a lot of the posts you make .

I disagree with you. Sex and gender should not mix like OIL and Water do not mix

So silly of you to try and count yourself as a REAL Biological Natural Woman like LuvsGurl. As I have said, T-girls do not count as a REAL Biological Natural woman/girl