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For some reason, that makes me think of one of the Ultimate Warrior's priceless rants: "Normal people, the people that walk the streets every day, we cannot understand!" On a more serious note, maybe we could refer to the non-padded as "the bathroom-bound."

I very rarely take naps anymore and I wish I did. I started making it a habit in my freshman year at college, since I had an 8 AM class and nothing after that until 2 PM on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. It was a great to stay refreshed! I've yet to nap while wearing a diaper, although I often go to bed wearing them (for fun and comfort, not out of necessity).

I like these suggestions in particular, but I appreciate in general what you said about fleshing out the main characters. Thanks for the advice!

Not necessarily. People know we're different by our usernames and signatures. It's all good. I also agree with diaperbrownie about not letting the situation go on forever. A lot of us are in the same situation of being unemployed and back home, but ultimately, things will change and when we're independent again, we can pursue our lifestyles to the fullest.

I have the same question, since I live in a different town than most of my friends from college, so we stay in touch with Skype most of the time. We do, however, meet up on the occasional weekend when I drive up for a movie, a party, or a roleplaying game. Also, I live at home with my parents, although I'm not sitting with them on the couch watching TV all the time if that's what you mean by "around other people." But I do interact when I can, although I'm strongly introverted, so I get exhausted from prolonged social situations and need time alone to think and recharge as sarah_ab mentioned.

At the moment, I'm developing an idea for a diaper fetish story that involves a BDSM relationship--specifically, a relationship between a Dominant woman and a feminized submissive man, who switch roles every so often. Having never gotten into BDSM myself, I'm curious to know if anyone who's written D/s characters or has been in such a relationship can give me any pointers.

I appreciate that having a diaper fetish is an undeniable part of our identities, much as it is for someone to be gay. On the other hand, we're all adults and therefore free to do and enjoy things outside our parents' jurisdiction without them necessarily having to know about it. In my own case, I've moved back home after being unable to find a decent apartment and a steady job, but my parents still allow me my privacy and, so far, I've haven't been caught. I know that my mother would never accept the idea of me liking diapers and I'm okay with that, but to make things easier (and because it's sexual for me), I don't keep my diapers in any place where she's liable to see and I wear them only when I know no one's around. It's not a matter of denying my own pleasure, but making things easier on everyone at home. I did the same thing with my roommates in college--not that they wouldn't be able to accept it, but why make it their business? So I don't think you have to stop liking diapers, but I think your mom isn't going to be happy knowing about it, so you have to be more discreet about how you enjoy it. That way, you'll be fulfilling your own desires while respecting her feelings, as much as they might clash with your interests.

Speaking as a male, it's going to be hard to let go the first time because of all the years we've grown accustomed to using the toilet and having to "hold it" until we find one. I recommend trying to breathe deeply and slowly, and relax into letting go. It's also easier (for me, anyway) to go standing up than sitting or lying down.

I initially put down "Other," but then added the option to wear 24/7. I have to admit that I'm feeling mixed on the issue. Does wearing diapers all the time imply that I'm using them as well? Do I have to upfront about it or is it just another underwear choice (with only select people like doctors or tailors knowing)? I guess, for me, I'm still thinking with the mainstream social more that toilet training is necessary, so I'm not exactly dependent or eager to become dependent on diapers. They're more of a sexual thrill and occasional comfort source than an everyday resource.

Single, straight, and have yet to be a real relationship (but one day soon, that may be different!).

For me, it was around age 12. My parents had been babysitting two of my younger cousins that evening, one of whom was still in diapers. They'd gone home early that night, but when I went into my bathroom, I saw a pair of unused baby diapers sitting in the sink. I closed the door and did my business, then looked at the diapers for a while. Since I was already inside, I decided to open one of them and slip in on. Of course, being twelve and a boy, I couldn't really fit into them, so the tapes didn't exactly reach across my hips, but I liked how they felt against me. Apparently, I lost track of time in there, as my mom knocked to see if I was all right, so I left the diapers right where they were in the sink. Eventually, Mom put the two diapers in the linen closet, so I eventually took them and put them under my bed without ever drawing attention to myself. After my nightly experiments with the diapers, I knew I was hooked, although it took several years of binging and purging before I finally accepted being a DL and found a way to moderate my tastes.

That was pretty funny, but what had me laughing out loud was at 4:59: "And thus began the sex."

I like how you had a little scene for each babysitter at the end, just to see how far they've come. It was strangely satisfying. Well done!

Not to nitpick, but I think you meant to say Kirsten in the second paragraph. Otherwise, it was another great chapter and I like how you're writing the dialogue for each character. Keep up the good work!

Wow, I didn't expect that kind of an ending with Caroline... but I sure wasn't disappointed! This is turning into an interesting story!

I like how you build up the suspense in the second part of the chapter and that your main character wasn't even wearing a diaper by the end. You should keep the story going!

I'd say it was about the same for me. Around the time I turned 12, two things developed for me: puberty and a fascination with diapers. When I consider my various fantasies and feelings, I guess I have to say that I like the feeling of putting on a clean diaper and the sensation of all that padding around the *ahem* "male equipment area."

Thank you for reading it! And just so everyone knows, I'll try to get the first chapter of my new story-in-progress up early next week, so stay tuned!

Thanks, brighteyes. I'm glad to know that I could evoke something out of a reader. It means my story did its job.

Well, here it is: the final chapter of "Forever Young." Thanks again, everyone, for reading and for your comments. I'll get to work on posting the whole story on the main site, and in a week or two, you can expect to see the first chapter (or "episode") of my next story on here. Stay tuned! --- Chapter Twenty So there I was, sitting on a couch next to a timid young girl named Clarissa, having just spilled my entire story to her. A story that happened… oh, let’s see, maybe three or four years ago. Honestly, it’s so hard to keep track when every day is like a fleeting moment and every year feels like a month. But that’s all part of the price of being immortal, with all the time in the world to waste. Clarissa was exhausted. The poor thing had been up all night, and I felt that dawn was soon approaching. Still, she was a good listener and I could sense her surface thoughts of acceptance, even a little sympathy for everything I’d been through. But I knew she’d feel that way even before I showed up. I chose her because she reminds me so much of my mortal self—alone, unloved, and desperate to be a part of something grand and noble. So there I was in her apartment, being the confident Elizabeth to her frightened Julia. “Now that you have heard my story,

Just to drop in my two cents here: I thought that, all grammar and sentence spacing issues aside, Pampers08 did manage to get her point across in the original point. It took a little work, but I understood what she was saying altogether. With regards to the original post, I think it's great to have an understanding friend and it's nice to hear about people who aren't just knee-jerk reacting to the community. Congrats, Pampers!

Regardless of how true the information presented by the article may be, I did notice a few things about the article itself and the website it's on that might be important. For one thing, the site is called EzineArticles.com and it's basically a site for freelance article writing, like Suite101.com. You don't necessarily have to be an actual expert to write an article in the site's "Healthcare Systems" category. Another thing that caught my attention was the fact that the words "diapers" and "nursing home" are repeated ad nauseum. This isn't so much bad writing as a cheap form of search engine optimization, so that when someone does a Google search for "diapers+nursing homes," this article is guaranteed to be on the first page of results. The author also tries to grab the reader's attention with bold words and repetitive CAPITALIZATION, which is not so much the approach of an official publication, but handy if you're trying to draw in casual online viewers. Like I said, this isn't necessarily about the claim of the article, but its format. I leave the judgment of its content up to my peers.

Turns out I still have time to post the penultimate chapter of this story. Enjoy, and have a Happy Thanksgiving! --- Chapter Nineteen Two nights later, Elizabeth was leading me back down the stairwell and past the rainbow-colored candles. She had bought me a black suit—my “baptismal clothes,

The only midnight premiere I ever went to was back in 2005, when they released Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith. Waited eight hours in line with my friends and had a great time... right up until the film cut out on us about ten minutes before the end. I saw the whole movie about a week later, but at the time we were all very, very upset. But that whole night was fun, anyway!

I was hoping she'd at least have a hook for a hand. Not "piratey" enough for me. Rule Thirty-Four in action!