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Here's just a little story I wrote guys. I hope you enjoy it! Jamie’s day started like any other, by slamming the snooze button on the alarm clock blaring beside her bed and closing her eyes again. The period between waking up and actually getting out of bed was her favorite time of day. She ran through all the things she had to do, she enjoyed the heat she’d built up over the night under the covers, and she of course checked to see just how wet her diaper was. After spending the ten minutes between alarms snuggled under her blankets, she rolled out of bed and toward her shower. She untapped her Abena M4 and carefully considered her options as far as body wash went. After selecting a body wash that smelled like chocolate and oranges, she took a shower and dried off. Walking into her room, she grabbed a diaper from her stack in her drawer and laid it out on the bed, settled her butt into it, and with a dash of baby-powder she wrapped the soft, plastic-backed Abena around her hips. She stood up, and for the first time she looked at herself in the mirror. Jamie was a little shorter and a little chubbier than a lot of the other seniors at her school. She had curly brown hair down to her shoulders that had been died underneath. She turned around to continue her morning routine, and after dressing and putting on makeup, she headed downstairs. “Good morning sweetie! How’d you sleep?” Her mother was making her lunch in the kitchen as Jamie grabbed some Eggos from the freezer. “Great as always mom. The water was a little chilly though. Again.” “I’m gonna blame your dad on that one. Oh, dear your diaper is poking out of your pants, lemme get that for you.” Her mom tucked the plastic under Jamie’s shirt. “Keep me covered mom, thanks.” Jamie rolled her eyes and sat down at the bar to eat her waffles and Nutella. She finished her breakfast and threw away her paper plate. “I’m on my way to school mom, love you! Tell dad I love him too!” “Make sure you bring a change dear, I love you too!!” She heard her mom yell from their bathroom. Jamie opened the door and felt the cool autumn breeze. She cranked her car up and closed the door. She took a second to think about how in the world she’s gotten into this situation. Jamie was not incontinent. She did have a small bladder, but she could mostly hold her pee. But, ever since she could remember, diapers had fascinated her. She remembered standing in front of her older cousin Amanda’s dresser when she was five and taking out a Goodnight pull-up that Amanda wore for her bedwetting problem. She put it on and walked downstairs hoping no one would notice. They did. Everyone kind of laughed it off like “Oh she wants to be like Amanda!” But from that point on, Jamie was hooked. A few years later, when Jamie was 9, she asked her grandmother, who she stayed with for weeks at a time during the summer, if she thought it was weird for someone who’s not a baby to want to wear diapers. Grandmothers have a way of seeing through questions like that though, “Jamie, are you asking for a friend, or for you?” It didn’t take long for Jamie to break down, and because Jamie’s Grandma knew there was no harm in letting someone have a little fun, Jamie was wearing Goodnights before the night was over. She pulled the Goodnight around her hips and the padding hitting her skin made her shiver. She loved the feeling of the material sliding across the couch she was sitting on, and the way it hugged her. It was familiar, but absolutely foreign at the same time, and Jamie was absolutely in love with it. From that point onward, whenever Jamie would visit her Grandma, she would be diapered by the time she left. At first, she would just wear her pull-ups. Eventually though, when curiosity got the best of her, she started wetting them. The first time her Grandma happened on Jamie wearing a wet pullup, rather than being angry or disgusted, her Grandma just laughed and bought her wipes. “There’s no harm in something that’s not hurting anyone. I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself, and that I can be a part of that.” Grandma was always supportive of her grandkids, and this was no exception. Pretty soon though, Jamie was sneaking whatever diapers she didn’t use at her Grandma’s back home. She would hide them under her bed, taking them out whenever her parents weren’t home. Jamie would wear them around the house, using them as she needed to and hiding them in the trash when her parents got home. This went on for a year or so without a hitch. One night though, Jamie found herself in a situation she hoped she’d never be in. Jamie’s mom and dad were leaving, and Jamie and her sister, Dakota, went their separate ways. Dakota was two years younger than Jamie, and loved video games, so she retreated into her room to spend the night playing COD online. Jamie on the other hand was excited about being able to lounge around in her goodnight in the living room. When she heard the car doors shut, Jamie ran upstairs to her room and pulled the Goodnight around her waist. She ran down stairs in just a t-shirt and her pull-up to watch some television in absolute comfort, when she saw the door lock turn. Frozen, she watched as her mother came in the living room in full view of the couch Jamie was sitting on. “I forgot to leave you guys money for pizza…” Her mother looked Jamie up and down, eyeing the still dry goodnight in plain view. “Alright. Well. We’ll talk about this later.” Her mom left a $20 on the counter, turned around, and left again. Jamie was frozen, but could feel the sweat beading down her back. Suddenly, and for the first time, she was filled with shame and horror. She just knew that her mother would come home and disown her for being such a freak under her own roof, but she would have to wait at least three hours before her parents came home, and that those three hours would be filled with anxiety and dread. She went back upstairs after calming down for a minute, and took the diaper off. She knew that if she was still wearing it, it would only make it worse. Her plan was to try and convince her mother that she’d been having problems with bedwetting, and that Goodnights were the only thing that kept her from peeing in the bed. Her mother had to understand, right? It was at this point she realized that she was laying on her bed with tears streaming down her face. Her crying turned into a fit, and her fit soon turned to sleep. As she woke up, she realized that her mom was sitting on the end of her bed gently waking her up. “First of all,” Jamie’s mother began, “I want you to know that I haven’t told your dad, so for right now he’s not in on what I walked in on. Now, what was that?” Jamie sat up and stared down at her feet. She was profoundly glad that her mother hadn’t told her dad, as she doubted that her dad would even partially understand her plight. “It’s really weird and I’m sorry” is all she could manage. “Do you have a problem? Is there something I can help with, because bedwetting and incontinence can be signs of some serious underlying issues, and if you’re having problems with that, it might be a good idea to see a doctor.” Her mother had bested her. She now knew that if she decided to use her bedwetting excuse, her nurse mother would just take her to the doctor to have an issue that wasn’t really an issue checked out. “I guess I just like them. Grandma has been buying them for me because I like them, and they make me feel good, and I like them. But they’re really weird, and they’re really gross, and I don’t want to be a freak, so I’ll never touch a diaper as long as I live I swear!” As Jamie continued explaining, she got louder and more frantic, trying not only to explain herself, but also convince her mom that she’d never touch a diaper again. Her mother clutched her tight, and held her as Jamie started sobbing again. “Shh shh sweetie. It’s alright okay? You don’t have to be upset, it’s okay, it’s okay.” She held her daughter as she calmed down. “I’m so sorry mom, I swear I’ll never be a diaper freak again.” She whispered into her mom’s chest. “Sweetie, listen, if diapers make you feel good, and you enjoy wearing them, then you don’t have to feel weird about wearing them. Is wearing diapers something you’d like to keep doing?” Jamie froze again. Her mother had just asked her if she wanted to keep wearing diapers, without any sarcasm or condescension in her voice. Jamie blinked hard, looking her mother in the face. “Be honest with me, because as your mom, it’s my job to make you happy.” “Well, I mean, I don’t want to need diapers all the time, but I’d like to be able to wear them every now and again, yes.” Her mother brought her in again, giving a moment of silence between the two. “Alright then. We’ll see what we can do about having you some diapers to wear. I can get you some from work if you’d like, or you can keep wearing your Goodnights if that would make you happy. Either way, if you want to wear diapers, you can change yourself, and do chores around the house to pay for it. Your dad and sister are going to have to know about this, and we can say that you’ve started wetting the bed if it would make it better, but I’m sure they’d be alright with hearing the truth as well. Above all though, I need you to remember that you are normal sweetie, and that you’re not a freak. Okay?” Jamie started crying again, but rather than stressed out, desperate crying, she was crying because her mom was being the angel that she needed her to be at this moment. “Yes ma’am”, Jamie breathed, “I’ll make sure to pick up some chores from here on out, and I think I’ll tell dad and Dakota the truth.” That was 6 years ago. Now, Jamie was a senior in high school, and was wearing diapers virtually every day. She’d started just wearing diapers to bed on the weekends when she didn’t have to go anywhere, then, during a bought of sickness, Jamie was forced to wear diapers in public to make sure her jeans didn’t embarrass herself with a wet spot on the front from sneezing. Over the years, it snowballed into Jamie wearing virtually every day. She still had regular underwear, and she still wore them whenever she couldn’t get away with her padding, but after six years of diapers, she was almost always wearing. Now, as always, she was heading off to school padded, although she had no idea that today would be such an eventful day for her. The girl’s locker room was louder than usual. All the girls from gym class filed in and started undressing, but today they all crowded around the new girl. Macy The girl’s locker room was louder than usual. All the girls from gym class filed in and started undressing, but today they all crowded around the new girl. Jamie was in a stall, changing out of her gym clothes, which were a Swallow Valley High t-shirt, shorts, and the regular underwear she wears for gym class. She was changing back into a diaper, jeans, and a Slipknot t-shirt. After years of wearing diapers publicly and even at school, Jamie had gotten used to putting on diapers in tight spaces like changing stalls. She got dressed and walked out, and while walking out of the locker room and past the hoard of girls, the center of the group and new girl on campus, Erika, took a double take on Jamie. “Wait a second, is that girl wearing a diaper?!” She yelled loudly. Jamie looked down and realized that her shirt was caught in the back of her diaper, and the M4 and stripes could easily be seen by anyone in the locker room. Shit, Jamie thought to herself. She normally tries so hard to not be a spectacle for everyone, and any other day she would have made sure to not have her diaper poking out. Today of all days, when they’re showing the new girl around, is when she decides to flash everyone with plastic. Erika looked around waiting for a response from the other girls, but strangely to her, there was really no response from the group now staring at Jamie. Not a stunned silence kind of response either, just a total lack of response. Pat, Erika’s tour guide and a girl that all the other girls loved dearly explained matter-of-factly, “Jamie’s incontinent, and has been for as long as we all remember. She just kinda wears diapers, and it’s not really a big deal. Anyway, like you were saying?” The other girls went back to peppering Erika with questions as she watched Jamie dart out of the lockers while tugging her shirt out of her Abena. It was always weird when Jamie had to deal with people finding out she wore diapers. When she started wearing, she was not particularly interested in wearing to school. She didn’t want to explain to her teachers and especially her friends why she was wearing Goodnights. As the time passed though, and she got more and more used to wearing diapers on the regular, she got more daring. Her mother on the other hand found out, and told her that if she was going to wear at school she would have to tell her teachers at least. Her mother did offer to help by providing some needed daytime protection as an excuse. It didn’t take long for the other students to find out. At first, there was some teasing. But with the help of some good friends, and teachers that made sure to tell the other students that Jamie was sick, and that Jamie had to wear diapers to help her be normal. Eventually, it was just a fact at the school that Jamie wore diapers, and that she couldn’t help it, even though that wasn’t really true. The only ones who knew that though, were Jamie’s family, and Jamie. Everyone else just thought she couldn’t help peeing on herself. It was only when a new student came in that she really had to explain it, and over time the other students just started explaining it, just like how if you wore a Redskins shirt you could get extra lunch because the lunch ladies were huge Redskins fans. As Jamie settled into her seat for Calculus, she heard the herd coming down the hall and stop in front of her class. In walked Erika, who had Calculus without Pat, and had to leave her at the door. Erika was the typical preppy girl. She wore a skirt that wasn’t really a miniskirt, but was also a little higher than Jamie thought she could get away with. She was a little taller than average, with skinny legs, a tiny waist, blonde hair, and big, green eyes. Jamie thought she was very pretty, but she also thought there wasn’t any way they’d get along. Jamie played drums in a punk band after school, loved fast cars and attended car meets every weekend, and had a collection of vinyl records, not shoes. Her love of diapers wasn’t the only counter culture that Jamie was a part of. She went through a lot of the same phases that other girls her age went though. She even went through her horse phase, but as she hit puberty, she picked up drumsticks while other girls started dating. Jamie was even a band nerd, she was a member of concert band and marching band. As all these thoughts ran through her head, Erika sat down in the empty seat beside Jamie. “You’re the girl who’s wearing a diaper, right?” Erika leaned forward and looked at Jamie waiting for her response. It had been years since she had to say something to someone other than just in passing about her diaper wearing, so she almost didn’t know how to respond. “I mean, yeah, I wear diapers so I don’t piss all over myself if that’s what you’re asking.” Jamie had thought that lie so many times it was almost the truth. She could absolutely hold her pee. She even made sure that she didn’t lose her ability to hold it by actually holding it in her diaper, insuring that she wasn’t dependent on diapers, keeping them fun and still interesting. “So, you can’t wear panties at all? What do you do if you go on a date, or you go swimming in a pool? If you can’t hold it at all do you just live with pee constantly coming out?” Jamie looked Erika up and down. Although she was short and chubby, she wore a full face of makeup and had her hair dyed. Paired with her Metal t-shirts she wore, she was normally intimidating enough to ward off these kinds of questions. She noticed something strange about them though. Rather than being degrading or insulting, it was almost like she was genuinely curious about her bathroom habits. It caught Jamie off-guard, and she actually ended up answering her questions. “Uh, I can hold it long enough to go swimming or go to gym class, but when I sit still in class for a while I don’t really feel myself start to pee till it’s running down my leg, so if I don’t wear diapers I have to be doing physical activity or I’ll piss my pants.” Hearing herself tell the lie she practiced for years was almost a little weird. “So, you just sit in a diaper with pee in it?” “It’s a lot easier than having your own piss dribble down your leg isn’t it?” Erika kind of looked away, then started getting her stuff out after that exchange. Jamie had her notebook sitting on her desk, with her customary two pencils wrapped in medical tape to act as drum sticks in class arrangement. “I’m Erika by the way, we moved here last week from Scranton, Pennsylvania. Are your pencils wrapped in medical tape?” “You ask a lot of questions, don’t you? They’re wrapped in tape so they don’t hurt my thighs as bad when I inevitably start drumming on them in class. I play drums and I have ADHD, so it’s kind of hard for me to sit still. Wait, isn’t that the town from The Office? Oh, I’m Jamie too. That might be important.” “Jamie. I can remember that. Yes, yes it is the town from The Office, and it’s a lot more boring than what the show makes it out to be.” Erika said with a chuckle. After this little joke, the teacher started class. About five minutes in, Jamie started to feel the need to pee, but she also noticed that Erika was watching her like a hawk, almost waiting for her to pee in her diaper. It wasn’t for five minutes that she noticed that it was probably because she started drumming in her lap, practicing her rudiments like she always does. After half an hour of holding it, and with half an hour left in class, Jamie let loose in her diaper. After years of practicing, she didn’t even have to stop drumming. She just leaned back and wet herself. This was another normal part of her day, and although on any other day she wouldn’t think twice about it, Erika’s cough made Jamie jump in her seat. She couldn’t wait for the end of the day, so she could just get to band practice. After Calc, Jamie bolted out of class to grab some lunch, where she didn’t see Erika. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she kept looking around to try and find her. Even her friends noticed she was looking around oddly. “What’s up Jamie, you seem shifty today, is everything alright?” Arron nudged her arm to get her attention. Arron was the guitar player in the band she was in, and they’d been in best friends since the first day of Kindergarten. He was tall and skinny with short, straight hair. He wore black skinny jeans and the same kinds of metal shirts that Jamie wore. Today, for him, it was a Metallica shirt. “Huh, oh fuck, I’m fine dude don’t worry. I just had more coffee than normal this morning and I’m a little zonked out.” Jamie finished off her fries and continued the conversation at the table. “You can’t compare Thomas Pridgen and Brann Dailor anyway you moron, they’re both a thousand times better than you are.” “You can’t compare those dudes and me Jamie, they’re drummers and I’m a guitar player, so it’s not even close to the same.” Arron rolled his eyes and jammed his shoulder against Jamie’s. They had tried dating before, a few years ago, but when they couldn’t actually kiss without laughing, they decided it was a better idea to stay friends and bandmates. The rest of Jamie’s classes were uneventful. She wet her diaper again after lunch, but her M4 could handily take two wettings. After class on Monday was punk band practice, so as she got out of her last class and climbed in her car, she heard the voice she didn’t know she’d been waiting for. “What’s wrong with your car?” Erika asked as Jamie jumped out of her skin. Jamie had just poked her head in the car door. “What the FUCK DON’T DO THAT” Jamie screamed as she jumped for what felt like the thousandth time thanks to Erika. She turned around and saw the reason for her scream standing behind her. “What’s wrong with your car?! It’s so low to the ground.” Erika stood back and frowned at Jamie’s car. “It’s my E30 BMW 325is, and it’s on coilovers because it’s a race car.” Jamie rolled her eyes as she explained why her car had trouble going over the speedbumps. “It’s low so it handles, and it’s got a big straight-six engine under the hood. Everyone loves it at the car meets.” “So, do you like to be treated like a baby?” She was still looking around the car, and didn’t seem like she had asked the kind of question that she asked. “If you wear diapers, are you one of those people that like to wear baby clothes and crawl around and stuff? Jamie stood there in astonishment. She’d never had anyone ask her as many questions about her diapers than Erika had, and now she’d been asked a question that she’d never been asked before. “Uh… No, not at all do I like to be treated like a baby! I’m seventeen and I want to act like it! You know, you’re the only person who’s ever asked me as many questions about wearing diapers.” “That’s really strange, because it’s a really interesting thing about you. You seem to be very interesting actually!” Erika sat down in the passenger seat of Jamie’s BMW, and closed the door. “So, where are we gonna go hang out at?” Jamie looked down at Erika, who was putting her seatbelt on and adjusting her seat. “What do you mean ‘where are we hanging out’? I’ve got band practice, and you’re the new girl who I’m sure has to go home.” “I told my mom I was going to go hang out with a friend I made today, and that happens to be you. You play the drums, right? That’ll be super fun to hear some live music!” She put her hands in her lap and smiled a huge, admittedly beautiful smile at Jamie. It was strange. Jamie was finding it hard to say no to Erika. She was pretty, and she was actually being pretty nice, but she was also very curious about Jamie’s Abenas, and seemed like she was going to latch on to Jamie as her new best friend. “You want to go with me to band practice?” “I would love to! I think we’re going to be really good friends.” She said again, with a huge grin on her face. “Do you need a diaper change first?” “What the fuck, no I don’t, oh my god.” Jamie was going to have to talk to her about her diapers.

So I know it's been over a month since I've posted anything but I wanted to let anyone who's interested in this know that I haven't abandoned it, life's just been extremely busy as of late. But I have more planned and I think you're going to like it. I'm hoping to be able to post more sometime this week. The next chapter will introduce the main plot and I'm excited to show it to you.

(3)Gemma sipped a cocktail. Stephanie wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but it was red and there was a cherry in it. She herself was nursing some eggnog; there was brandy in it, but not too much. It was her second glass though. Mandy and Jess each had a glass of red wine. Pentatonix’ Christmas CD was playing, the newly engaged Justin and Stacy and some other couples were dancing, and the four women had commandeered a table in a corner to talk.“She said she was from Santa Claus?” Mandy asked. “Like North Pole Santa Claus?”Stephanie shrugged. “Well she said he doesn’t really live there, but is there one at the South Pole I haven’t heard of?”“No, it’s just that—”“She knew stuff,” Stephanie argued. “I mean she knew intimate stuff. About me. About my life. Things she couldn’t possibly have known.”Jess shook her head. “And she just came and sat down with you?”“Like I was her destination. Which I guess I was.”Gemma reached out and placed her free hand on Stephanie’s. “OK, Steph. I think we get what you’ve been saying, but you have to admit it’s pretty wild.”Stephanie looked at her friends’ faces one at a time and realized that she was seeing concern. They were worried about her.“I’m not losing my mind, guys,” she said. “It happened!”Mandy smiled. “I don’t doubt that for a moment, Steph. But maybe you’d had some, like, wine or something before leaving home? Maybe some of it was alcohol talking?”Stephanie sighed and shook her head. “No. It wasn’t that. I swear I didn’t have a thing to drink. You know me: I don’t ever drink to excess. I don’t like to be vulnerable.”Her friends had to acknowledge that much was true. “But that still didn’t mean you had a sit-down on the train with Santa’s helper,” Jess said.“Yeah,” Mandy agreed, shaking her head. “I mean I’m not the world’s smartest chiquita, but like one thing I know is there’s no such thing as Santa Claus.”Stephanie turned to Gemma, who was polishing off her drink. “Hey, don’t look at me,” the taller woman said. “I never believed in him in the first place.”“Never?” Stephanie asked. “Even when you were a little girl?”“What can I say?” Gemma smirked. “Mom didn’t believe in teaching us to believe in fairy tales.”Jess laughed. “And thus we have Gemma, the Woman Without an Imagination. Perfect for this job, I’d say.”“I have an imagination, thank you,” Gemma retorted. “I could imagine you as a friend, couldn’t I?”All of them laughed this time, but Stephanie regained composure quickly.“Come on, guys!” she begged. “I need help here. What should I do?” Gemma got up to get another drink. As she did, she looked seriously at Stephanie. “Well, it seems to me that you have two questions to deal with.”“Which are?”“First, do you believe she was on the level? And second, if so, which of her options do you take?”Stephanie slowly drank from her own glass as Gemma walked away. Leave it to Gemma to treat this thing logically. She didn’t honestly know if the old woman had been what she claimed. In the moment it sure seemed so, but as she recounted it to her friends it all just seemed so...silly. And yet…Mandy interrupted her thoughts. “Are you actually entertaining the thought that this woman may have been legit? I mean, like, an elf?”Stephanie looked up, confused, and shrugged. “She was a strange person who knew too much about me to be any sort of coincidence. Guys, she even knew I used to dream about acting! No one knew that. Well, I mean except for you. How is that possible without there being something…” She really didn’t want to say the word out loud. “...supernatural about it?”Jess spoke up. “Maybe you should just assume the old woman was Santa’s emissary? I mean if she wasn’t, then no harm no foul, but if she was, then…”“Then you’d have a major life decision to make tonight,” Mandy said.“Oh God.” Stephanie drained her eggnog and got up to get a third glass. “I just wanted a nice evening with you guys and now it’s my whole future.”She walked over to the eggnog table, smiling as her co-workers commented on how “cute” her outfit was. That’s what I wanted. Looking back across the room at her friends, it suddenly struck her that most young women her age would have gone for sexy but she went for cute. What does that say about me? She wandered back to her friends with her refilled beverage.“Steph,” Gemma, who had returned while Stephanie was gone, said, “We’ve been talking.”“Yeah?”“Yeah. I mean, what are you leaning toward?”“You mean which option?”“Yeah,” Gemma said.Stephanie smiled. “That’s easy. The first one. I get to keep all of you as friends and lose the diapers. Easy peasy.”She raised her glass as for a toast, but no one followed. “What’s wrong?” she asked. Gemma’s serious expression was echoed on the faces of the others. She continued. “It’s just that...we’re not sure it should be that easy.”“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked.Mandy answered. “You’re not really, like, happy.”Jess added, “You never have been, as long as we’ve known you.”Finally, Gemma picked up the refrain as “The Little Drummer Boy” came on. “I mean we can deal with the mindless drone work, Steph. You just don’t seem to be able to. I think you need something more.”“More?”“I don’t know,” Gemma said. “Maybe like she said: maybe you made the wrong choices.”“But I always liked math!” Stephanie protested.“Maybe that’s not enough?” Mandy asked.Stephanie pictured the countless hours she had already spent poring over sheets of numbers, entering them into computers, crunching the results, analyzing what came out, printing it all as reports and shipping it off upstairs so she could start again with new numbers. Then she pictured years and years more of the same drudgery. They were right. It wasn’t enough. The only time it had even been interesting was the day last year when she’d caught that egregious error in the Bellamy account. She knew right away that someone had made a horrible mistake and, sure enough, there was all sorts of commotion upstairs as a result of it. There were a few other, smaller moments along the line, but most of the time it was enter, crunch, analyze, print, ship, again and again and again and again and ag—. This was her life. This was not what she wanted from her life.“But I’d have to keep the diapers,” she complained. And then with a sudden realization: “And I’d never see you guys again.”Her friends looked at each other, some secret passing among them. It was Jess who spoke up, a tear in her eye. “We talked about that. We hate it.”“It, like, absolutely sucks,” Mandy agreed.Jess went on. “You’re our best friend. But that’s why we think you should do this. Friendship is about thinking of the other person, not yourself.”“Fine,” Stephanie said. “Think of me. I don’t want to lose you all! It would hurt too much. Hell, it hurts that you could imagine life without me.”Gemma put her hand on Stephanie’s. “We can’t,” she said. “But we don’t have to. If you hit the reset button, we’d never have known you. We wouldn’t know what we were missing at all. Heck, you might not even know. And as for the diapers, you’ve always had them anyway; nothing different there.”“Yeah,” Jess said. “We’ve had this much fun together. Time for you to get some more enjoyment out of your life. And tomorrow we won’t even realize that you’re...gone.”She choked back a tear on the last word, and Mandy gave her a hug.“God that’s weird,” Gemma and Stephanie said simultaneously and then, after a brief pause, burst out laughing.Gemma raised the glass she’d procured while Stephanie was refilling her eggnog. “To Stephanie!” she said. “To friendship and silliness and the single most bizarre way to end a relationship that anyone has ever heard of.”Everyone raised their glasses. “Hear, hear!”“Well,” said Stephanie, “let’s stay as long as my diaper holds out and enjoy ourselves, OK? If this is the end of my time with you and perhaps the end of my 20s, at least for now, I might as well have a good time.”“I’ll drink to that too!” said Jess, and they all raised their glasses once again.

7.) That night, when Remy and I were in bed, I couldn't sleep. I looked up at the ceiling. For some reason, the words that Ginger said were still stuck in my head. Was I believing her? What reason did she have to lie about this? Anyway, it was better just to ask. So I broke the quiet midnight silence with my soft voice. "Hey Remy..." I heard him groan something under his breath. "Um. Are you afraid of losing me...? 'Cause of how jealous I get?" It took a little while for me to reply, mostly because I was half asleep when she asked the question, but also because it was an odd question to have been asked in the first place. With carefully chosen words, I gave her the honest truth. "I think you're going to write yourself out of my life at this rate, because you don't trust me. And trust is a very important part of love and life. You should just let me take care of you, and trust me that I'll always act in your best interests." "I... I know. But you know I always get jealous. Of everyone. You remember your old girlfriend? And then there was that girl at the bank? I don't mean to be. I just... I can't help it sometimes. I love you so much. And I don't want to lose you." "You think I'll just leave you for Ginger?" "...well, no..." I pouted and closed my eyes. I knew I didn't have a leg to stand on in this argument. "I would never leave you behind, I promise. Where I go, you go." I opened my eyes to tell her that, too. Though the way she looked at me was less like a fiancée. She looked back with raptured admiration and adoration. Like... a child. "I love you, you know," I said with a pout. He kissed my forehead. I sighed into the bed and wrapped my arm around him. I was being silly, wasn't I? "You're right... I'm sorry. I'll try not to get jealous of Ginger. She's just your friend. Guys can have female friends. Right?" I didn't sound certain, but I was determined. I didn't have to be jealous, not if it was worrying Remy. "Now put your headphones on, you can help me test my product in your sleep, and it'll help you rest without getting stressed out." After all, it had put her to sleep before, right? And I'd put the little player on the dresser on her side of the bed, too. Ginger had suggested that I be direct with her, and not ask her things, but give her directions. That she'd have less anxiety when given instructions. I could do that. I sulked into the bed and pulled the stupid headphones over my head. They were small and cheap and that still bothered me. I turned on the sound of ocean waves and closed my eyes. I wasn't tired, not really, but before I knew it, I was sound asleep. ~~~ A whopping TWELVE more chapters (up to 19!) are available on Patreon! Please consider supporting us!

Writing this chapter was harder then I thought. I had the whole date planned out and most of it written only to scrap it all. I realized that all they were going to do was talk about their pasts, but we already know Becky's and Mrs. Randels would be interesting but it offered nothing to the story. It took a while but I think this worked out better. Chapter 9 The soft comfortable bed was a contrast to a pounding headache. She had clearly drunk too much last night but the memories were fuzzy at best. Looking down she learned she was naked, save for her soaked diaper. She normally didn't sleep naked but she clearly had been really drunk. Becky found herself yawning as she rolled over on her side. Her open mouth had found itself invaded by the bare breast and nipple of the person sleeping next to her, Mrs. Randel. Mrs. Randel started to stir as she felt a mouth on her breast. "Are you awake or just a little frisky?" The voice of Mrs. Randel was softer more like one would speak to a lover or small child. "I'm sorry Mrs. Randel I didn't-" "Becky I told you last night just call me Brianna." Mrs. Randel reaches her hand down and began running the crotch of Becky's diaper. Becky found herself moaning as she did. "As much as I would like to say here all day we need to get to work and your soaked. Go take a shower, I'll use the main bathroom." The naked Mrs. Randel slid out of bed and left the room with Becky still laying in her wet diaper. Becky was confused but didn't argue, she made her way into the bathroom, stripping off her diaper and stepping into the hot shower. She let the hot water wash over her, it seemed to help her hangover a little. She was trying to put together what happened the night before. She remembers going to a restaurant where she was the only diaper girl, she remembered talking for hours with Mrs. Randel about everything. She had explained everything that happened with Emily and Mrs. Randel who had asked to be called Brianna had explained her past. She remembers drinking too much and Mrs. Randel bringing her back here, after that it's a blur but she does remember being face first in Mrs. Rnadel's naked crotch at some point. She had slept with her boss, this was either really good or really bad and she was leaning to really bad. If anyone above found out they might do something, though Becky couldn't think of what. Drying off Becky knew that she didn't remember everything that had happened, but she does remember feeling happier then she had in a long time. It was then she realized she didn't have anything to wear, however, Mrs. Randel was waiting for her when she opened the door. She was finishing getting dressed when Becky left the bathroom. "I was going to come in soon to make sure you didn't die in there. Come on I got some D2+ diapers from work for you." Becky didn't argue and just went along with it for the time being. "Mrs. Rand... Brianna, Thank you for last night. I'm sorry if I came on a little strong when I was drunk" Becky wanted to ask what happened but figured it would be best to believe it was her own fault. Brianna finished taping the diaper closed. "You don't remember much of last night do you?" Becky wave her had to the side, showing she did remember some of it. "Don't worry about it Becky, you were a lady last night. It took a while for me to get into your diaper." She said with a wink. "I haven't been with someone in a long time, it was a wonderful night." "Your welcome, I think. What do we do now? What about work? I don't have anything to wear and-" "Becky calm down." Brianna laughed. "I think I have a blouse you can wear to work today and I can drop you off. As for work, what about it? We work in different building and won't normally see each other at work. It shouldn't be an issue for us unless you don't..." Brianna had let that float for a moment waiting for Becky's response. "No it's not that, it's just why me?" A warm smile stretched across Brianna's face that melted her heart. "Your kind, understanding, beautiful and that diaper makes you have the cutest butt." Becky found herself blushing, "I... Thank you. It's just hard for me, I haven't dated since... Since the change." "I know, and we will take this one day at a time. For now, lets get something to eat and get to work." Brianna had made a quick breakfast for them both before they were off to work. It was a quiet car ride but wasn't borning. Becky was still trying to remember everything from the night before but she had been too drunk to remember. Whatever Brianna had given her for the hangover was helping though not as much as she would like. Her thoughts turned back to Brianna and the relationship she now found herself in. Brianna was gorgeous and kind, but she was a woman and Becky herself was a diaper girl. Was Brianna looking for a lover or a daughter? Becky liked the idea of a relationship but what happened if Brianna wanted a little baby and not a wife? Would she become like Lisa, living the life of a child or baby just to make her mommy happy? She did have feelings for Brianna she couldn't deny that but was this a good idea? The car suddenly stopped next to her own. "I'll see you late cutie," Brianna leaned over and gave her a kiss before Becky got out of the car. Becky watched as the car drove away, this had turned into an interesting week already. Becky made her way inside to the check-in desk. "Oh, Ms. Rivers you don't need to sign in. Ms. Jones has taken care of that for you." "Oh," Becky wasn't sure what the protocol was yet. "I guess I'll just head in." Becky got to the room she had been testing in yesterday but it was locked, unsure what to do she knocked. A moment later Ms. Jones opened the door. "Sorry about that Becky, didn't want anyone to scare me like yesterday. Did you have a good dinner with your boss? Maybe a raise?" It was clear Ms. Jones was doing her best to poke fun at her to lighten the mood. "It was nice, but I drank too much." "I'm sorry. Well, let's get to it, hop up and let's get you changed. Becky assumed the position and her D2+ diaper was removed and the ridiculously thick D5 was placed under her. She still couldn't believe how thick the diaper was, she couldn't walk in it and could only bearly stand. Once her diaper was taped shut she was moved into the sitting position before Ms. Jones started removing her blouse. "I have to be topless?!" Ms. Jones had already removed Becky blouse and was working on her bra. "This part might get messy and we don't want your clothing dirty do we?" Becky couldn't argue with that and soon found herself naked safe for her diaper. "So what are we te-" A massive pacifier was shoved into her mouth. "That's a pacifier that is normally used in the playpen, this is a new model." Becky thought back to yesterday and the bottle she had tested, she had fallen sleep drinking from it. As she was thinking of the bottle she suddenly remembered the date last night, Brianna had said Diapered 4 Life wasn't testing any baby bottles yet she had been testing it that day. Suddenly she was confused, she was only supposed to test stuff from Diapered 4 Life. Becky pulled the massive pacifier out to speak. "Diapered 4 Life doesn't make pacifiers or bottles why am I testing them?" Becky was looking over her shoulder to see Ms. Jones coming back. "I know." Ms. Jones said pushing the pacifier back into her mouth. "But you made Mommy Kayla very unhappy." Suddenly she felt a sharp pain on the other side of her neck. When she turned to look she saw a needle being removed. The pain in her neck was suddenly turning to warmth, and it was spreading. First, to her chest and her mouth, the pacifier was still there but she suddenly found herself sucking on it and drool dripping from her chin. A moment of fear caused to slide off the changing station, as the diaper was so thick she couldn't walk, all she could do was lean on Ms. Jones. "It's ok sweety, Lily will love her new little sister." Was whispered in her ear. The warmth was spreading down past her tummy and into her head. Everything suddenly felt fuzzy and happy. She felt even more warmth began to fill her diaper, a slight hissing sound in the form and a loud fart in the back. "That's it, little baby, poop out all those big girl thoughts you won't need them anymore." Becky wasn't sure why but she found herself giggling as she was pooping, the feeling of it filling her diaper just filled her with joy. Ms. Jones lowered her to the ground where her diaper squished as she hit the ground. The pleasure of sitting in her own mess returned but her infantile mind just caused her to laughed at the feeling. Becky's simple mind was so focused on the pile of poop on her butt she never notices Ms. jones pull out her phone. "It's done."

Though it will probably never happen now at my age, I think the subconscious reason that has stopped me from becoming a bedwetter is that a partner may now want to deal with it. I do have to wear protection at night, and I do use it rather than getting up, but I'm partially awake when that happens so no leaks which could affect someone else in bed with me. I think this is the ideal situation where you get all the good parts of wearing and none of the bad parts that sometimes accompany it And if I do find a soulmate who doesn't mind, going the rest of the way would be super-easy from here Be considerate of others who might matter to you. Bettypooh

I had my first diaper leak in over a year yesterday, I was at work and I felt wetness in my crotch area, looked down and saw wet spots forming on my right pants leg, headed to the locker room for a quick diaper change and all was good for the next 4 hours until I messed my diaper, back to the locker room once again.

Before reading this it is strongly recommended that you read both: Subliminal Baby: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/54377-subliminal-baby/ Subliminal Baby 2: Steven's Regression: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/55332-subliminal-baby-2-stevens-regression-finished/ Steven has the chance to change his life back to normal if he can pass his brother's test. It could be the most important test of Steven's life. This has been available on my Patreon for the last week and everything I post can be viewed one week early on my that page for $5. For $10 you get the early access plus exclusive stories. I also publish pictures on there and recently made my first captioned image and I hope there will be more of those to come. https://www.patreon.com/Elfy88 A big thank you to everyone who reads and comments on my stories but an extra big thank you to everyone who supports me financially and allows to keep my schedule of posting updates to stories every four days: DannyDazzler, Daniel O, Sophie S, Dre, Scy T, Joseph D, Persi S, Ceneroz, Rob, Drew J, Kyle L, Keen L, Darrell, Jack C, Frank S, S Millard, Cheryl C, Carlota C, Alex W, Ron M, M, Tsidt, Britnee L, Trenton M, Geoffrey J, Robert J, Chris, Cole T, Babybb, J Land, Tim F, Chris B, WillNotWill, Jerry J, Charlie S, Orion F, John, Kevin H, Tom H, Sterling W, Ryan, Jens B, Thomas R S, Matthew S, Pierry L, Matthew, John D, LuvsSissy,Epsilon89, Paul O, Kimberley S, Cole S, Cole, Art M, Guilyn, Erik P, Bojack D, Shihouin10, Scott S, Diapering Daddy, Miguel A, James B, A Random Patreon, Eric C, Ben R, Lin J, Ben F, Henry C, Bob, Michelle G, Kent J --- Ritchie helped Steven with his shoes and took him out to his Mother’s car. Ritchie had a license but no vehicle of his own and his Mom was granting him use of her vehicle for the day. Steven jumped into the backseat and into the car seat that his mother had installed some time ago. He sunk into the seat as Ritchie tightly strapped him in. “Oh, one more thing.” Ritchie paused as he was closing the door. From his pocket he pulled out a baby’s bottle filled with apple juice and placed it between Steven’s legs. Ritchie winked and closed the door. Steven’s first instinct was to pick the bottle up and start drinking it. He stopped himself before the latex teat touched his lips. If he wanted to stay dry, the last thing he wanted to do was take more liquid in. As Ritchie pulled out of the driveway to head to the shopping centre, Steven flung the bottle to the opposite side of the car. He wouldn’t handicap himself, he already knew that he would struggle with this challenge, he didn’t need to make it any harder for himself. The drive to the shops wasn’t a particularly long one but to Steven it felt like hours had passed. He wanted, even needed, this trip to be over and done with as quick as possible. All he had to do was get back home with a pull up that wasn’t leaking, the shorter the length of time he spent out of the house the better. Eventually, the car pulled up in an open car park and Ritchie let Steven out of the car seat. Steven blinked in the sunlight and looked around at the crowds of people heading to the shops that morning. Steven was surprised when all of a sudden, without any warning, a small amount of urine squirted into the pull up. Steven gasped and looked down. It was only a small leak but he hadn’t had any idea it was about to happen. The padding dealt with the small leak quite easily but it showed how quickly Steven could lose control. He felt like a ticking time bomb and felt like he could blow at any moment. The warm spot in his pull up was a reminder of how tenuous his grip was. “Everything OK, bro?” Ritchie asked when he saw Steven looking down at himself. “Uh huh.” Steven said. He quickly looked away and tried to hide the fact that he was already wet. The last thing he needed was for Ritchie to check him in public or something. “One more thing.” Ritchie popped open the trunk of the car and pulled out a backpack. Steven watched as Ritchie handed the backpack to him. He slipped it on to his back without asking what was in it, he didn’t need to ask. Diapers and changing supplies rattled around the bag as the two boys began walking into town. It seemed like the jewellery store that Ritchie was heading to was clear across the town. Every step Steven took made him feel vulnerable, the pull up didn’t fill the space between the thighs like the diaper did and that made Steven nervous. It was already wet and he knew that it wouldn’t take much more to make it leak. “Here we are.” Ritchie said as he pushed open the jewellery store door. The shop was a very classy establishment. It clearly had a regular clientele of richer people and the uniformed employees looked more like butlers than store workers. If Steven felt out of place before, now he almost felt like he had a spotlight on him. “Good morning, Sir.” An older man in one of the uniforms walked over to Ritchie with a smile. His name tag revealed his name to be Cecil, “May I be of assistance?” “Hello.” Ritchie replied, “Yeah, I’ve just got engaged and I’m looking for a ring.” “Congratulations, Sir.” Cecil smiled, “What kind of budget are we operating on?” “Well I’m not rich…” Ritchie admitted, “But I have some money saved up.” As Ritchie and Cecil started talking about options for what Ritchie could buy and his financing options, Steven started to withdraw into his own world. The pull up didn’t stay warm like his diapers usually did, Steven was already starting to feel uncomfortable as the pull up began to go cold. He found that his crotch felt a little itchy but Steven resisted the urge to adjust himself in case he damaged the material. Everything he was doing was to avoid leaking. There was one thing that Steven couldn’t control though. With his bladder control so weak he knew that despite his best intentions if his body wanted to evacuate it’s bladder he would have very little option but to let it happen. It was a scary feeling to know that it could happen at any minute, he just wished that his brother would hurry up. Ritchie was deep in conversation with Cecil over the merits of certain rings and Steven was pretty much ignored. He was stood behind them and impatiently tapping his feet. Steven looked around at the store and thought that not only would leaking be embarrassing for him but it would be even worse in a posh store like this. Apart from Steven and Ritchie, most of the customers in the quiet shop were clearly quite wealthy and even without drawing attention to himself, Steven knew he was getting some interesting looks. Steven gasped suddenly as he felt another small stream of urine enter his diaper. Again he had no control of when it started or ended, he was just glad that it was only a very small stream. The pull up didn’t soak it up straight away and Steven could feel it slowly absorbing, he held his breath and was very grateful that he couldn’t feel a leak. He was so close to ending this nightmare. “I’ll take this one.” Ritchie said as he pointed to a nice looking golden ring. He had a wide smile on his face and he looked over his shoulder to give Steven a look. Steven gave him a weak smile in return but was clearly preoccupied. “An excellent choice, Sir.” Cecil replied as he opened the glass display and pulled out the little box that the ring was sitting in. Steven thanked every God that he could think of that it seemed like they were soon going to be leaving. He watched his brother walk with Cecil over to a table near the entrance, the table had a computer on it. “Let’s discuss payment plans…” Cecil suggested to Ritchie as they sat down. Steven let out an audible groan. He had thought that they might be leaving soon and now it sounded like they were going to be there even longer. As Steven had walked over to the desk he could feel the now swollen pull up rubbing against his thighs, it became pretty obvious that the pull up was at it’s limit. “Sit down, little bro.” Ritchie said with a smile. Steven didn’t want to antagonise his brother when Ritchie controlled his future. He wordlessly followed instructions and came around the chair. As he sat down he felt the padding squelch underneath him and he shuddered slightly, he prayed that it didn’t leak a single drop. The discussions took another twenty minutes as Cecil and Ritchie discussed payment plans and insurance and everything else you could possibly need. Steven felt like he was on a tightrope the whole time, one slip and he would drop over the edge. “I think that’s everything.” Cecil eventually said, “If you want to bring the ring over to the cash register we can authorise the payment.” Ritchie stood up with a big smile which prompted Steven, who hadn’t really been paying attention, to also stand up. Almost immediately he realised he had made a mistake as a very sudden pressure dropped on to his bladder. Steven almost lost control straight away, he gasped as he used everything he had to squeeze his bladder sphincter shut. “Everything alright?” Ritchie asked as he heard Steven’s gasp. Steven couldn’t speak but he nodded. It seemed to be good enough for Ritchie who smiled and turned around. He walked towards the counter with his ring and handed his card over to Cecil who started typing into the computer and scanning the credit card. “Come on, We’ll be going in a minute.” Ritchie said to Steven who was still stood in front of his chair at the desk. Steven nodded but didn’t move. His face was screwed up in concentration as he felt an almost unstoppable need to urinate. He knew there was now no way he would make it all the way back home without leaking, he was almost certain he wouldn’t be able to get out of the shop without an accident at this stage. He felt like even the small movement towards Ritchie would be enough to cause him to flood his pants. Steven watched as Ritchie paid for the ring with a permanent smile on his face. Steven could see his older brother glance sideways at him a few times and he felt sure that Ritchie knew exactly what battle was raging inside Steven’s body. “Thank you so much for your help.” Steven said as Cecil handed him back the credit card and receipt. “No problem at all, Sir.” Cecil replied, “And good luck in your future!” “Come on Steven.” Ritchie said as he walked to the shops exit and waited for his younger brother. “Are you alright, Sir?” Cecil asked as he looked over to Steven who was sweating slightly. Steven knew he had to leave but he was sure his tenuous grip on his bladder would be lost as soon as he took a step. He could see that most people in the shop had turned to look at him as people waited for him to leave. He felt like a toddler whose parent was waiting for them to catch up. “Come on!” Ritchie said with a little more impatience. Steven whined slightly but knew he had to move eventually. Maybe walking would help take his mind off of the pressure he was feeling. Steven took one step forward and immediately knew that he was in trouble. The pressure grew intolerable almost immediately and a small stream escaped him. It was the end of the resistance, Steven couldn’t get his bladder back under control and he felt the warm stream entering his pull up without any way to stop it. Realising that a leak was a matter of time, Steven started running towards the exit to the store. His bladder was out of control and began flooding the pull up. Unfortunately for Steven, the subliminal messaging had taken it’s toll and halfway to the door he felt his balance leave him and he dropped to his knees. As he felt warm urine on his legs outside of his pull up, he felt salty tears filling his eyes. Steven could hear shocked murmuring from the people in the store as the wet spot on his pants rapidly grew and urine ran down his leg. He didn’t dare stop, he crawled straight out of the door and past his brother. He found himself on the busy high street with pee dripping on the floor beneath him. It felt like after just a few seconds, everyone could see what was happening. Not being able to take the shame, Steven sat back on his padded butt and looked down to see the wet patch underneath him growing. The car was too far away, he would never be able to get there on his own and he would have to pass hundreds of people on the way. What was he going to do? “Come on.” Ritchie said as he suddenly appeared behind Steven. Steven looked up in confusion as his brother picked him up. Even though he was covered in urine, Ritchie clutched Steven tightly to his chest and began hurrying past the shocked onlookers and to the car. Ritchie had thought that watching his brother humiliate himself in public again would make him happy, that he would enjoy watching Steven struggle. He had enjoyed it each time he had watched it in the past but something was different about this time. He didn’t feel joy, he felt concern. As the two of them hurried towards the car, Steven was clutching on to Ritchie as if his life depended on it. Ritchie realised that his brother was totally relying on him and for the first time he felt like maybe Steven had learnt his lesson, that it was time to end the punishment. When they reached the car, Steven’s crying had calmed down into a soft sobbing and he put up no fight as Ritchie strapped him into the child seat. “It’s OK.” Ritchie whispered to his younger brother, “You’re going to be alright.” The reassuring words comforted Steven and he reached over to the bottle that he had thrown away earlier. Sucking on the nipple helped to calm him down as Ritchie stepped into the front seat and started the car. Steven felt awful that he had failed the test, he had been given a chance to grow up and put all of this behind him and he had wasted it. Helplessly wetting himself in public and leaking, humiliating himself yet again. Maybe he was nothing but a baby and maybe he should be kept that way. He felt terrible and he was sure that his treatment would continue for a long time to come. When they pulled up at home, Steven was despondent. Ritchie picked him up again and carried him through the front door. Steven was placed on the ground and he immediately dropped to his hands and knees. He heard footsteps and saw his mom appear from the living room. “Oh dear…” Karen said, “He didn’t make it.” Steven lowered his head in shame. He had let everyone down. “Mom, I want Steven to be given the chance to grow up again.” Ritchie said with a smile. Steven felt all his breath escape him in shock and he quickly looked up at his brother. Was this real? Surely it wasn’t just a trick. “Are you sure?” Karen asked her older son, “He failed your test.” “He did.” Ritchie said as he looked down at Steven, “But yeah… It’s time we put all of this behind us.” Steven felt so happy and relieved that he could cry. He immediately spun around and hugged Ritchie’s legs. “Thanks.” Steven whispered to his brother when Ritchie bent down. “We’re even.” Ritchie said with a smile as he hugged Steven back.

I say fie on the toilet! It's made slaves of you all! I've seen it sitting in there, lazy, slothful, porcelain layabout feeding on other people's doo-doos while contributing nothing of its own to society!

Got caught wearing a diaper by a sales girl at Walmart,was wearing one at the time and as I bent over to get a pack,my jeans rode down.She only said ''your in the right department''

Yeah I've been caught wearing girls panties by my mother, more than once. Mom (and dad, gulp) found my diaper stash a few times so that qualifies as a yes IMHO. Talk about embarrasing, the last time mom cleaned out my closet was when I was a new college freshman. Hmmm, there were sister's very cute panties, pantyhose and a cute bra that actually fit nice, clean disposable baby diapers, clean cloth baby diapers and one wet (ew!) one too (moldy!) and a real pair of Gerber plastic panties that sis had put on here dollies. It was so compelling back then and remains so to this day. I should have not left it all there. I should'a been ready for that one - I had it coming! Arghhh! This was especially embarrassing, dad made a huge scene and they told my sister too and she was mad I had ruined several pair of her panties and pantyhose! I stayed at college without going home for almost a year! Too damn embarrassed to face them. Total humiliation. Now I love socializing with others in a setting where diapering and such as a lifestyle are actually promoted and nobody minds. Its so nice I'll never go back to using the potty. Its nice not to be in a situation where anyone is the least bit embarrassed. Some people on this earth are just "supposed to" use diapers. Some of us don't act so old and we love to be taken care of. I like people who are like me. Friends can really by friends and you can just relax and "Little out". Using diapers is the norm. Its "OK" to be infantile or just plain little. I like being able (regardless of "headspace age") to comfortably wet and drop a nice load in my wet diaper and not being made to feel bad (So fuckin' what?) Its expected that some of us pull out a pacifier and familiar blankie when we feel insecure (again, so what?) I feel truly comfortable in my own skin now. I feel like a human being. Babies are as close to perfect as the creator made humans so its actually good to feel like a baby. I can show my toddler side and even sometimes my girlyboy sissy side. I've always yearned to be in back in diapers just like most of us here, regardless of your age. Now I am. Actually, I have found that I LIKE being "caught" in my diapers as part of a large group of the same. I also like "catching" others wearing their wet diapers (oh, waves, hi DW) and having only happy feelings as a result. Its a "Feel Good" thing. Its good for a diapered Littles self-esteeem. There's solidarity in that. We're brothers and sisters. We are family. We are generation "Little". We've always been around, it's just that our Infantilist Megawave is finally cresting! Once the world discovers the lifestyle (and it is a lifestyle for some of us) then the world will never be the same. Why should it? And why should we feel embarrassed for being human? Everyone here looking for kinship on DailyDiapers should try it! Just come to a munch near you, even it it's just once. Plus, you have no idea how much your visit might cheer someone else here up. Word!