Little Faerie

Oh that was good. And I rarely say that about fanfic. To seamlessly incorporate fetish material into the story without going over the top is even more impressive than getting the tone right. Well done!

Nope. I did a Tyra Banks episode on fetishes with my ex boyfriend, and as benign as that was, it was still heavily edited and left out important stuff, aside from Tyra's snarkiness. I'll pass this time around, thanks. Besides, I have a daughter and I don't want her to find out. She was very young when I did the "Diaper Dame" segment so there was no explaining to do, we just took her to Grandma's for the weekend, and she's not likely to ever see that show. Now, she would ask way too many questions and it's not a part of my life that she knows about. We do those things behind locked doors while she's asleep or away.

From my perspective, everything seems to be geared toward boys! It took forever to get a girlish print in the AB geared disposable diapers, and a lot of the cloth "training pants" I find are unisex or outright masculine. Even most of the AB dresses out there are designed for flat chested boys! I suppose it might be all about definition... what I think of as unisex you may see as feminine, while I see it as more masculine but a girl "could" wear it, something that is made to please the maximum number of AB's but doesnt wholly please many of us at all. Please, point me to all the girly stuff you're finding!

At least that's what they say in the fairy tales after the princess gets married. So far it's true. What the hell am I talking about? DADDY AND I FINALLY GOT MARRIED!!! XD It only took me a month and a half to get around to posting it, but understandably I've been a busy girl. We got married August 11th, the dress was deep purple (hey, why should I follow some silly tradition started by that prude Queen Victoria? I'm no virgin, let there be purple!) , the bouquet had fern, dogwood, heather, and a baby pink rose in the center, and no, there were no bridal diapers. Like Wash, Daddy likes a slinky dress and anything under just ruins the line . We'd been together 2 1/2 years and engaged for 2 of them though we have known each other since we were teens. The story goes something like this ... Once upon a time in a land not so far away there was a young maid of 14. She was out with friends one day and spied a handsome yet funny boy a few years older than her, whom they joined with and had lots of fun hanging out at the town fair. She couldn't take her eyes off him. One day, she went to visit a friend and there he was, and again they had a good time and laughed so much. Something about this boy was really special. He offered to take her home that night, and well, this was the 90's and she lived on a gravel road. They were gone FAR too long to have been driving the whole time . He was too much older to be allowed by her parents to date such a fair young maid though he was welcomed as a friend as he was a very smart and charming boy, so they continued their affair for a year and a half in secret, best friends and lovers all at once. He asked her mother if he could court her when she turned 16, and she consented freely, unbeknownst to the girl. All the girl knew was that she loved this boy, so much that she told him every last secret she had, even her deepest darkest desires and he told her his. Then a very sad day came suddenly just a few weeks before her sweet 16, he had to move half a country away to take care of his mother, with no warning. The girl moved away too, and they could not find each other. Months stretched into years and they began giving up hope. They married other people and had unhappy and unfulfilling relationships, lives fraught with turmoil though strangely their troubles and lives parallelled one another. They thought about each other, and one of her secrets turned in the back of his mind. He hadn't understood why his little maid was into such strange things at first though he never judged her, but as time went by he wanted more and more to have a mate who understood he wanted to be her "daddy" and that he needed her to sometimes be his "little girl". She sometimes had boyfriends who understood her strange desires but his girlfriends never did. Then 8 years after his disappearance, the girl chanced on his Myspace profile online. He was concealed, no real name, big sunglasses and a hard hat hiding his hair, but she recognized him the instant she saw his lips. She emailed him, thinking he had probably forgotten all about her, but not so. He remembered her vividly, and the very next day they were on the phone with each other. They were both in other relationships, so they began rekindling their friendship mostly platonically. I say mostly, because these two did not know how not to love each other, or how not to have passion for one another. Their bond grew strong over the next two years, and eventually they were both single as they came to know beyond a doubt they were not with their true loves. The time came when he offered her a plane ticket, a chance to see him for the first time in 10 years. She happily consented to spending her summer vacation in California with him. The moment she stepped off the airport escalator she KNEW, and leapt into his arms. Poor man, he was so very nervous at first, as his little maid had blossomed into a shapely woman and he was unsure such a woman would want him as he had "no game". But she did, very much. She loved him for his intellect and his wit, and thought he was most handsome even if he didn't think so. He pampered her in every sense of the word, and treated her like no one ever had before, loved her in ways she'd never experienced. She cooked him the tastiest meals any woman ever had since his beloved grandma and loved him the only way she knew how, which was completely, imperfections and all. Once again they were best friends and lovers all at once. She spent that summer in bliss, and could not bear to go home at the end of it, so she didn't. Before even a month was up, the lovers signed a lease and when her daughter's summer vacation was over, brought her there also to live with them. They were engaged that very November, and in two years despite a few hardships and setbacks which only made their love stronger, they were married, and they lived (hopefully) happily ever after. So yeah, ABDLs can find happiness, and surprisingly can find it with people who never thought of being interested in diapers or anything else. He still has no inclination to wear for himself, and that's completely fine with me. He is Daddy, through and through. Our daddy/little girl dynamic works perfectly as it is and I wouldn't change anything about it. Turns out he's a damn good actual father as well, I have a tweenage daughter from my first marriage and though some step families are awkward, ours isn't. We can't have children of our own but he treats her as if she's his own flesh and blood. It's amazing. I can't explain how incredible it is that I am this blessed with a husband who is handsome, funny, responsible, and matches my strangeness in the bedroom, all these things and more. I'm happy for the first time in a long time, and life is good.

Please do not lump Asperger Syndrome, which is a neurological condition and a form of Autism, in with ADD, which is a biochemical mental condition. Being autistic is nothing like having ADD, and being the mother of an autistic child I see that difference every day. I myself have an array of AS symptoms that my daughter also has, some of which are sensory integration things like tasting sound, and it's just not comparable to ADD. There is no pill, no "cure" for autism. You can't "grow out of it" or take stimulant pills to fix your attention span. It's often genetic, and in my family runs back generations in some form or other. It has nothing to do with how much sleep you got as a kid, because you're born with it, and it's not an easy thing to deal with. I know there are a couple of people on these boards who have Asperger's, they can tell you it's no cakewalk and nothing like ADD. Please do some research on these topics before you say things like this. That said, I was one of those unfortunate kids who grew up in the late 80's and early 90's, with no protection for my bed and an uncooperative bladder. My parents believed that threatening to spank me "next time" would fix it, but all that did was teach me to wash my own sheets and drove me to swipe my cousin's and nephew's diapers. When goodnites came out, they wouldn't get them, so I spent my own allowance on them and hid them. Life is much better now, my fiance happily allows diapers whenever, whether I need them or not. He even helps me pick out prints

diaperpt, your friend's headaches may be caused by otherwise asymptomatic low blood sugar, if all it takes is eating some gingersnaps to ease it off significantly. Ginger is typically a stomach remedy, but those cookies are carb heavy which give a boost to blood sugar pretty quickly. I get this weird headache in the front of my head when mine is crashing, and nibbling a quick carb fix like crackers or gingersnaps resolves it until I can get some "real" food in me. One of my favored cookies, so I recommend them even if that isn't the case, just because they're tasty ^.^

Y'all are making me a basket case here XD

They are fabulous. I have a pair of "little girl panties" with a training bra, and also absorbent training panties from them. The fit is loose on custom undergarments, so keep your measuring tape snug I know that Kat from DiaperKitten has bought dresses from Auntie V, and they're adorable. The work is professional quality, and totally worth the prices. After all, it IS custom work. I highly recommend VSC.

Oh, it's NyQuil "Cough" not "Cold". It's harder to find that variant because it's abused by teens trying to get high.

After years of treating it with strong narcotics because I never could get a doctor to prescribe ergotamine based migraine abortives, I discovered purely by accident that Nyquil will abort a migraine headache. I managed to have a cold and a migraine slam me at the same time and downed a liberal 2 tbs of NyQuil, I was out of vicodin at the time, and about 45 minutes later it just vanished, then I fell asleep. I later looked up why it would do that and it turns out that psychoactive drugs have profound effects on migraines, which is why the ergotamine based migraine abortives work so well. They're doing studies using psilocybin with minor success too. The main ingredients in NyQuil are Dextromethorphan, which aside from being a cough suppressant is a mild to moderate hallucinogen depending on the amount ingested, and Doxylamine Succinate which is an antihistamine/hypnotic with side effects such as hallucination and sleepiness, and together that seems to speed up how fast it works. In normal doses, it just makes you sleepy and feel weird, or for some people gives them a very mild type of hallucination such as geometric shapes when eyes are closed, or if one looks at wood paneling or textured paint it seems to slide a bit. Some people just get a little tired. I'm one of those people that get the full range of side effects including the slidey walls and eventual sleep, and it gives me bizzarre and vivid dreams when I sleep on it. Anyway the mechanism that causes the sedative and hallucinatory effects is also the one that works on certain types of migraines and cluster headaches, and it turns out that mine are the kind susceptible to it. The Nyquil for colds which contains no acetaminophen (no tylenol) is the type I used. I have tried Delsym for one which only has dextromethorphan and it will kill a migraine too but it takes an hour and sometimes it comes back so it seems that the combo of those particular ingredients is the best to use as a migraine abortive. I checked with my new doctor about using the cold formula Nyquil for when I get a migraine and don't have a cold, and she approved. It is a lot safer than having to take hydrocodone ( I had to use 2 vicodin when I got them!) if it will work on you, so if you are able to take it, grab the tylenol-free formula and give it a shot. At worst, it won't work and you can take the hydrocodone safely about 2 hours after trying the NyQuil if you're still awake lol.

Having had children I tend to be decent at guessing ages, the girl on the largest package size looks to be about 3, which is the typical upper age of diapers. I attempted training my daughter at that age but she was still in pull ups until age 5 because otherwise I was doing way too much daily laundry. Oh, she'd use the potty from age 2 1/2, but not consistently, or without having been asked. It was sort of random. I don't know HOW many incidences of wet pants in kindergarten I had to deal with, I lost count. She is older now, and sometimes I still have to remind her because she just flat forgets until we're 5 miles down the road or she's so busy playing. Thank goodness she isn't a bedwetter too... I have enough sheets to deal with on my own! My mother complains that I was the exact same except that I wet the bed on top of all that... maybe it's karma lol. But yeah, those kids look the right ages to be in those... the younger one is probably about 2 1/2.

I'd rather have real apple cider any day. Pour in cup, put cup in microwave, press the button. Seems a lot simpler than fiddling with those annoying little throwaway cups when they don't even taste as good and generate trash. I paid $25 for my one to two serving mini coffee pot that came with a permanent filter and auto-timer, and can make any blend of herbal tea or coffee I want in it. I never understood those Keurig things. I'm not judging, I just don't understand it.

In my experience if it doesn't taste good, it's not healthy anyway (overboiled broccoli anyone? How about too-soggy brussels sprouts? I love both of those when lightly steamed, but once they're too cooked all the flavor and nutrients are gone). Generally foods that are raised in a natural environment and not overprocessed have higher nutrient content, and taste way better. I'm a health food junkie (I mean real health food, not granola and protein powder) so I'm really familiar with "eating what's good for me" I think the junkiest food I have in the house is homemade strawberry preserves. Think about it... popular conventional baby foods are made from foods raised on chemical fertilizers and treated with pesticides, in dead soil. Knowing that, I'm honestly not surprised it tastes icky and sometimes unidentifiable. But, I can see how some AB's are attracted to the thought of eating unpalatable baby food, if that's what they were made to eat as young children or perceive that such food is the "proper" thing for a baby to eat. So much of being an AB is either past experience or perception of how early childhood "should" be. I don't have that attachment because my parents didn't ever give me baby food, they mushed up whatever they were having which was usually something homegrown, and that is kind of what the brand of organic baby food I mentioned does... they take food adults would eat such as fresh berries or carrots and puree it. My parents' actions quite possibly responsible for the vast array of foods I like and why I'm so particular about quality . Come to think of it, have seen the Sprout baby food around but had ignored it in favor of this one. I haven't tried it yet, I might do that now. Thanks Moogle.

I was browsing the other day and came across a new brand of baby food, in pouches, called Ella's Kitchen Organic. Having never seen anything like it, I read the packet, and it made remarkable claims about quality and tasting good. Well, I'm pretty skeptical about baby food tasting good... even babies don't like most of the jarred stuff. But, I figured why not give it a try. It's a little over a dollar per packet, but as I found out, so worth it. They even make a strawberry one, and none of their stuff is watered down. The awesome part is that it tastes like real food! I mean, it's really good. So those of you who like eating baby food for whatever reason, if you can find this one, try it. I bought it at Ralph's, so it's probably most easily found in the Dillon's/Gerbes/Kroger/Ralph's chains. Enjoy

To answer your last question first, enourien is Greek for "to urinate in" and is the root word for eneuretic. My cats are not in fact named Agent, but rather Agent M is Mischief, and Agent S is Salek (czech pet form of Solomon). Perfidious: dastardly, treacherous, and sneaky. I am no linguist but words, their origin, and languages fascinate me. Combine that with my love for botany, and you have a recipe for confusing my poor neighbors. My plant labels are all in the Latin botanical names! Yet, I cannot do something so simple as two digit long division and get the same answer twice... we all have our strengths I suppose. Also, speaking of the little furry brats the neighbor's felis catus had better stop eating my nepeta cataria before I put my size 11 foot abruptly in contact with its gluteus maximus! Lol that was probably entirely more than you asked for, but there you have it. Logophilia? Oh yes, I am afflicted with it, but what a good thing to love!

How do we know who's won? Will you be posting the winners?

The reason I need new plastic panties is not because I wet on Daddy's couch. Oh no... this is much worse. You see, there is a secret plot by all of Catkind to take over the Earth. They have been plotting a long time as part of a secret society called the Feline Empire. Once, in Egypt, they nearly succeeded. What do cats have to do with plastic pants? Well, not much exactly, except if I had some, I could PROVE it wasn't me. You see, they have a divide and conquer strategy. Agent M of the Feline Army has instructed her subordinate, Agent S, to release the P.E.E. (Primary Enourien Expeller) onto the couch and bed to make Daddy believe I had purposely wet it and lied, thus causing tension in the governmental structures at the home base. This, next to the H.A.R.F.(Hairball And Regurgitation Firearm) that Agent M frequently deploys, is their most powerful weapon yet. The implementation of the P.E.E. has resulted in multiple meltdowns of the infrastructure, spankings of Little Faerie, and sore bottoms. If you send me some Large plastic panties, then I can wear them and prove to Daddy that it isn't me (at least not every time!), so that we can put up a united front against the Feline menace. If that method were to fail, then we could use the large plastic panties to capture and restrain the Agents until they talk and tell ALL of their plans. Will you help bring down the Feline Empire and save all of Mankind from the perfidious deeds of cats everywhere?

Aspartame is a proven neurotoxin. There is a plethora of research on it, it's just not the research the FDA touts. The FDA also thinks that genetically engineered food is good and that perfectly good food should be irradiated which destroys nutrients, so take that how you will. Epileptics are advised not to consume aspartame because it can worsen and trigger seizures. It is also a migraine trigger for people who have migraines. It's not the remote cancer possibility I worry about, it's the direct effects on the central nervous system. I used to consume it in soda, 2 or 3 cans a day, and after a short time I developed debilitating pain and muscle spasms like a twitch, which can only be described as sharp, shooting, burning pain like someone stabbing me repeatedly with a red hot ice pick, in random places of my body but especially arms, legs, and temples. Painkillers wouldn't touch it. I went to the doctor over it after I ruled out everything I could think of like prescriptions and pesticides, I endured it for months before I finally went, and she could not figure out the problem either until she asked about drinking diet soda. I told her I drank non caffeinated ones, and she told me to stop drinking them immediately. I followed her advice and within two weeks the sharp nerve pain and the twitching was gone. I didn't touch the stuff for a long time, then I had one and nothing happened so I started drinking them again and within a week my symptoms were back. I quit and they vanished. If that isn't aspartame toxicity I don't know what is. It is not "no big deal", and can have disastrous consequences for health from many angles. I suppose some people can consume it for a long time with no effect, but then again some people can eat a pound of bacon for breakfast and smoke like a chimneystack and live to 100. You could be that lucky sliver of a percentage, or it could kill you. Me, I'm staying far away from it... I don't fancy being in unnecessary severe pain and dropping things or falling over at random.

So I got bored, and ticked off that the Westboro Baptist "Church" is going to go protest in Joplin with their bilious hateful rhetoric, where my family members were recently buried under their house (but found alive!) because supposedly people in Missouri have sex with animals (Really? Well, I guess my ex husband DID have a lot of chest hair...) and therefore deserved the tornadoes, according to one of their BS press releases. Anyway, a friend and I were having a discussion about it and I got this idea for a comic strip. Fair warning, it IS offensive. To the WBC anyway Also, it's a hand drawn sketch, so it ain't perfect. I'm not very high tech with my art. http://www.flickr.com/photos/faeriesight/5761424228/

Heehee! I'm a big Lady Gaga fan, her music's pretty good, but what I really love about her is how artistic she is and how she advocates for people such as her support of the gay community for example, and encourages others to do so as well. This spoof is funny and entertaining, and I have no doubt she herself would laugh at it if she saw it. I admit though I totally would not be opposed to seeing her in any kind of absorbent underpants

Yes, too many times to count. My mattress is covered by a plastic sheet below a quilted cover and the sheets, so I only have to change the bedding if it happens. I wet the bed less often than I used to, but I still keep plastic on it because good 4" memory foam toppers are expensive to replace.