Nicky in your Arms

Try to explain your greatest fantasy in a list of ten ... Wearing only a diaper Mommy/Baby SPH ANR Public Outing Spoken to and treated like a baby only Backseat diaper change Nurtured by Mommy's friends Breastfed by Mommy. Fussed over by all.

I can't recall how often a woman’s eyes has melted my soul. Even if she had no idea nor tried to, her gaze in my direction takes control of everything I will ever be. I like to think that I shared a moment with a pair of "Mommy Eyes", belonging to a woman who knew what she wanted out of life and out of love. When a Mommy chats with you, she is taking notes on your personality and when she meets you face to face she compares those notes with how you present yourself in real life. It is perhaps one of the most intense first impressions you will ever be held to. She makes her decision about you within minutes of having met you and if you passed her test, you are in for a lifetime of dreams coming true. And all you have to do to keep up with her on the path she will lead you down is to look into her eyes, read the thoughts she allows you to and listen to the non-verbal messages she sends. Her eyes will speak volumes about Love, about the pleasure of Nurturing you, about the Passion that wells up inside her, about the Tenderness she possesses and about the warmth within her soul. She seeks a companion in life who will read her eyes and heed the signals she sends. The Baby who takes the time to “listen

At the age of two and a half, I was potty-trained. I honestly don’t remember if that included night time or not. (However, I do recall wetting the bed for years after that. Nonetheless, my first memory of life was at that age.) My family lived in a small, village-like community. This village had one street with tons of houses tightly packed on both sides. It was in the semi-rural countryside and everyone knew each other. We had only lived there for about two years at this point. One day my mother dropped me off at the neighbors’ house directly across the street. She had to go to work, and they were babysitting me. I don’t remember who they were anymore, but I do remember that I knew them then. As Mom dropped me off, she gave me a hug and a kiss goodbye. Right as she left, I saw her place a small bag behind the chair by the door. Thinking nothing of it, I sat down with the baby that was on the floor in the living room. I don’t remember who this baby was anymore either, but I knew her then and must have been one of her playmates. These people were not very clean and lived in a house that would easily label them as “Trailer Park Trash

Alyssa Milano. I fell in love with her way back when she was on "Who's The Boss?"

I have had the pleasure of chatting and emailing with a few Mommies over the past few years. But only ever spoke with two (one on the phone and one on Yahoo voice). But sadly, I state I’ve never met a Mommy in Real Life. I remember every one of them for what made them different from each other as well as what they all had in common. Some were wonderful and were able to open their hearts to our conversations. Others were bitter from past disappointments and still held on to those hurt feelings. Others simply found no connection with me (some of which actually told me this outright). But what they all possessed which made them the same was the one thing that they absolutely had to have ... The Heart of a Mommy. Every single person has their own take on what ABDL should be like and every little detail they prefer. Mommies are no different. And in my communications with several Mommies, it would seem to me that they like to get acquainted with an AB Baby, from the inside out, first. Perhaps to see if they have the heart of a baby or maybe to see what they will say when presented with questions they didn’t expect. I’ve had discussions about “feelings

I love her as if I all ready knew her. I know every detail by heart. the way she carries herself with a polished feminine stride, the confidence and power in the way she moves, her poise her grace her lines her curves her make up, her hair, her nail polish, her lipstick, her perfume, her dominant appeal of divinity in motion, her commanding presence which makes me cower before her, the kindness in her touch which saves me from my own inferiority, the knowledge in her guidance which paves my existence, the tenderness and assertiveness she mixes together in her words, the deliberate purpose in the strokes of her fingertips, the way she tears and torments me before caressing my fragile mind, I belong to her … as a whole and forever And I wait to find her, patiently.

It's really neat hearing everyone's "beginning" to their love for diapers/infantilism. No two people every found it the same way. My "beginning" was an event that took place when I was two and a half. I was out of diapers at that point, during the day at least, and the best way to sum it up would be to say it was a case of mistaken identity. I spent a spring afternonn being babysat by a neighbor family. The mother and father had an infant daughter. The mother changed her daughter's diaper, and decided to put me in a diaper, too. Then I was put in a stroller and taken for a walk around the neighborhood. All of my playmates in the neighborhood saw me in a diaper. I went through so many emotions and states of mind during it. I felt embarrassed, humiliated, belittled, pampered (no pun intended), aroused (oddly enough though I had idea what the feeling meant at the time), confused, scared, and loved in a manner that was new to me. It is still, to this day, the most powerful and influential memory I have. The full length story appears as a blog on many ABDL sites, but I also have it listed as a blog on my Yahoo website: http://360.yahoo.com/abbabyforever4 Nicky

beallucanb, did you get the message i sent you?

I'm not central or northeast PA, but I'm not really all that much further away. I live in Lancaster County, and I've never met another AB/DL / Mommy / Daddy / Sitter / Nanny / etc. I'd really like to.