twister_girl

My Chemical Romance, "I'm not ok".

Yeah, wouldn't have worked for this sort of treatment, would have got in the way of the laser. I do love nitrous when it can be used. Whee! The only time I ever truly relax and not have my mind racing about "i should to this, and this, and then that, and why am i wasting time doing this thing..."

Well, yeah, that would do it I suppose. It's fun, that's for sure. I remember my first time. I'd been chasing after this tranny friend of mine. Gorgeous girl (cute boy too, I suppose), we'd know each other awhile. I had a huge crush. One night, she's wandering around in a towel after taking a shower, pacing like a cat in a cage. I thought "that's odd". Then she walks up to me (I was laying on the bed), takes off her towel, sticks her hardon in my face and says "do you wanna suck my cock." Yeah, like I hadn't been thinking about it for months! But right when I'm opening my mouth and going in I thought "What if I don't like it?" Took me about two seconds to decide "oooh, this is awesome, I should've started doing this years ago!" I'll never forget it.

Actually, I have dreams like that. For years my erotic dreams have been overwhelmingly focused on peeing and accidents and watersports.

So, I'm going to my car for a job interview. I put my purse & stuff on the drivers site seat, then walk around to the other side and get ready to get in and go. I looked down and see - a big wet spot on the driver's side seat. I thought "How'd that get there?! Did I? No, I don't think so, I think I would have remembered that." So, I put my fingers in it, sniff my fingers... "Doesn't smell like pee..." Now, the whole time I'm pondering this, there's a light drizze on my head, it's been raining off and on for two days, sometimes quite hard. It was rainwater that had leaked into my car. DOH.

Presumably she's in her 20's like you, and she doesn't give oral? I'm actually a little suprised. I thought not doing that was pretty unusual nowadays. That's a shame, life is too short to be vanilla in the bedroom.

Gotta watch that. Don't push her places she doesn't want to go, or you risk driving her away, as I'm sure you're aware.

I love wetting my panties, I'll have to try it your way.

I've worn a Tena with a heavy night guard the last three nights, worked for me.

I think I"m going to lose weight if nothing else. Normally, I get bored, I eat. Now, since Monday, I get bored, put on a diaper, drink a lot of water and have fun peeing myself. Much lower in calories! God, I did that today. I went out today in my diaper and bought a plastic panty, put that on in a restroom of a coffee shop, got some coffee, and came home. Then I drank half a gallon of water. I was in the midst of several hours of peeing when a friend called and I'm trying to concentrate on the conversation, while at the same time I'm having to pee and just peeing away while we talked. Glad she'll never find out about that. She'd be really mad, and tease me mercilessly.

Get a vinyl couch?

In my experience, the gym is usually really noisy. Everyone 24 Hour Fitness I've been too seems to play music pretty loud. Not sure how far those sounds you're worry about would actually be audible to anyone else. As for you second point, I don't know.

I remember when they chose him and everyone was saying it was because he was "safe". I was thinking "Boy, wouldn't it be great if he read that, got ticked off, and at show time switched his set to things like 'Happiness is a warm gun', 'Helter Skelter' and 'Maxwell's Silver Hammer'?" Not that there was any chance of that happening.

You're saying that reminds me of the worst torture I ever had. I got suckered into one of these "buy our tooth whitening treatment" Don't do it, by the way, my teeth hurt for weeks. Later I read some people are bothered for months. However... They sit you in this chair, put some slimy gunk on your teeth, and then position this directed light thing right next to it, and tell you not to move your head until they come back. And they disappear for fifteen or twenty minutes. Now, not moving one's body for that length of time isn't hard, but try not moving your head - at all, it's not easy. I almost walked outta the appointment after the 3rd of 4th of these little sessions. By the time I was into the last few, I was about to scream. It was soooooooo bad. Not at all fun. Nope.

I did when I was in grade school, a bunch of times. I lived in town, and we used to walk to school, a couple of miles. Imagine! If some parent suggested having their kid walk to school now and the press found out about it, they'd crucify the parents for exposing the child needlessly to all those child molesters and terrorists hiding behind every bush. But I digress. Anyway, at this young age I learned there is something I can't eat and get too far from a toilet. Pancakes. For whatever reason, they go through me in no time. I can't eat them and go on the road. I can have them at home, but I'm not going anywhere afterwards. So, I'd be walking to school after mom fed me pancakes and I'd poop myself. Every time. I'd go sit down in class like nothing was wrong, but people noticed pretty fast. I'd be sent to the school nurse, and she'd change me and give me some clean underwear. For whatever reason, the only underwear they had on hand was girls' panties, which was pretty embarassing for me at the time because I was a boy. But after awhile, I started liking the panties. I really liked wearing them. I didn't mind the pooping so much because I knew I'd get to wear panties the rest of that day. That situation didn't last too long, however. The school must've contacted my mom and told her to stop feeding me whatever she was feeding me in the morning. Yeah, overall it was pretty embarassing. I block it out of my memory for years at a time. But this thread reminded me.

That was prett funny.

I started wetting my panties when I was in college. I haven't done it with anyone, but I'd like too. I'd like to sit on someone's lap, facing them and kissing them and pee all over me and them.

OK, I think I'm outta control here. Day two, I went diaper shopping again. I was out too late to get to any supply stores, so I ended up at a normal drugstore. Got a large Depends, a bag of disposable bed pads, and a bag of overnight heavy-duty Tena pads. So, I've got my Tena diaper and Tena pad inside and a large Depends over that. Definate waddle when I walk, I feel like I've got a football between my legs. Got myself home and immediately starting drinking fluids. I couldn't put my jeans on over this, that's for sure. I put on a long nightshirt, and even it rides up over the massive diaperage. I guess I'll be keeping the blinds closed since everyone in the building walks by and looks in the windows. Why I don't know. Normally I just sitting here playing computer games and not doing anything the least bit interesting.

In the current economy, she might not be able to find a better job, even if she wanted to. Maybe she's afraid to try? Does she have really low self-esteem? Any other "issues"??? In my extended family, there is a girl who never wanted to leave her mom. She got married and has her own house - on the same block as her mother's house. And she rarely leaves their town. She tried to go to the state college right after high school, had a breakdown, and they called her mom and told her to come get her and take her home.

I've been wetting this thing for four hours and it still hasn't leaked, although I can tell it's getting quite swollen.

OK, once, when I was in college, I bought a package of diapers. I wore one once. After I peed in it, I took it off, masturbated and threw it and the rest away. Over the years I've enjoyed wetting my panties from time to time, but not the mess. I bought an 20 oz RC cola while I was out driving around Ventura Blvd. looking for a place to buy. When I finally found a Medical Supply store that sold diapers (the first two I saw just seemed to sell actual equipment, beds, chairs, canes, what have you) I was bursting. There was a cute girl at the phone when I went in. Naturally, I thought "I bet she knows..." She was on the phone talking to someone about the merits of various diapers. So, I looked for the something I'd read mentioned favorably here, and found the Tenas, Classic Plus. They had bed pads too, should've bought one because now I'm sitting on a garbage bag on the couch in case I leak. I think the bed pad would've been a smart purchase, oh well. On the way home, I spotted a few drops in my jeans (I've been having a problem with that the last few years). Now, when I tried putting them on, questions occured to me. I was right on the border between two sizes, I had trouble fastening them, yet they seemed baggy. Should I have gone with the larger size? I pulled the tapes tighter hoping to tighten up the fit. That worked for a few minutes until one tore lose. So, I tossed that one and got out another one out. Tightened it to what felt right, but I don't really know. Remember how I was bursting to pee? Couldn't do it. I'm used to peeing in panties, no trouble with that. But I had to force some out with the diaper. Started rooting around in some boxes looking for this one cute nightshirt I have packed away. It's a pastel purple with a kitty on it. It's so cute... I peed a bit more while doing this, and then, what with the moving about, a tape tore off. OK, enough of that. I decided I needed to go to the store. So I put my jeans back on, leaving my diaper on for those who are wondering, and drove to Walgreen's. I debated between duct tape (the Handyman's Best Friend as Red Green would say) or packing tape. I went for packing tape. I came home and taped them up rather securely. I certainly wouldn't want to rely on those feeble tapes if I were going to work with these, or something. It feels all nice and snug now. A few minutes ago, while checking the boards, I had a nice pee, probably not all those 20 ounces I drank, but a nice pee. For awhile my crotch and bottom felt quite warm, but not now. I guess it's all absorbed somewhere? Now I'm drinking another soda, and then I'm going to start in on a twenty-ounce bottle of water. That ought to get something going.

Just go to a store and try something in the changing room. Unless you're area is VERY conservative (I've never been to that part of the country) clerks proabably won't care. They're gonna be watching the clock, not caring about you. I'm sure they've seen x-dressers shopping there before. You live in Buffalo, what about making a trip to NYC on a 3 day weekend? Or some neighboring town a couple hours away where nobody knows you? Have you found any local tranny-bar hangouts and asked for good places to shop? Do you have Ross out there? The changing rooms are right across the hall from one another. Someone will ask to count the items, they'll see what you're taking in, but so what? As for hair, if you have all yours yet (you're 26, you probably do), why not let it grow out? I don't think clerks are as judgemental as you think. I think most of them are too bored and disinterested to care much. You can't buy based on size. Yeah, if you wear a 36 boys jean you can buy anything off the shelf, take it home, and know it'll fit. Doesn't work like that with women's clothes. Sizes are out to lunch, the sizes mean very little. It varies by manufacturer. For shoes, I wore a 7.5 mens. Always. Womens? Varies wildly, anywhere from 9 to 12 depending upon the style, the width, strap or not - you just have totry it on to be sure. When you're trying on shoes, make sure you're wearing the sort of socks or hosiery you'd be wearing with them "for real". If that means you wear black pantyhose under your jeans to try on heels, that's what you need to do. Oh, and if you don't shave with a razor, learn. Shave each direction, up, down, left, right. It helps. If you can afford it, start getting electrolysis. A road trip to New York might be best if you want help, I'm sure they've seen it before. I remember one day a male friend & I went to a store in San Francisco and were looking at heels. The girl asked me if I wanted to try stuff on, I said "no, he does". She didn't care, didn't miss a beat, and helped him just like she would have me. And if anyone around really noticed him trying on heels, they didn't react.

Garbage has several songs on the "Beautiful Garbage" CD you might like.

That was the first thing I thought. First time I hear that lyric I was like "did I hear that right?"

girls: face, breasts, how they're dressed, butt boys: face, how they're dressed