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    Melanie Martinez

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    As far as I can tell she acts like a Little Girl even in day to day stuff like groceries riding in a shopping cart.She also has a lot of her child photos on her IG so to me that points very strongly that she is masking her true desires and being as flamboyant as possible when in public.

    Melissa Gets Her Bottom Changed

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    On 12/11/2016 at 0:01 AM, Angela Bauer said:

    Hi Neon Narwhal,

    What a fascinating name. Are you related to "The Unicorn of the Seas"?

    I primarily post my stories on the other DD Story section found on the DD Home Page.

    One of my stories is about Carole who decided she wanted to spend the summer following her high school graduation living as a teen baby.

    In that same section many of my other stories are about young women who want to be diapered.

    Your story is too clinical.

    Sarah

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    5 hours ago, littlebabybear said:

    Trixie Cassidy had awoken out of her sleep that morning with a smile. She was glad that her husband had diapered her; hell, she was glad he cared at all. She worked hard to show her appreciation every day, and he seemed to only return it with more love. They had been married a good fourteen years, and she had little doubt it would last forever. But being a mother was not what she thought it would be.*

    She had read all the web sites, of course, but it was another thing to actually have to do it. The first months of Sarah's life had been hard. It was amazing, really, to be a caretaker of a real baby when you wished more than anything to be one yourself. Diapers were easy enough, even dirty ones; she had practiced diapering for as long as she was alive. She didn't mind the vomiting, or even the late night feedings. It was the crying.*

    She could never stand a baby's crying, even now. It hurt her in a way she couldn't define, and it often brought her to tears. She'd even sucked her thumb on a plane, when a child was screaming its head off after being awoken from the bumps of turbulency. It scared her, a little one's tears. No wonder she was never naughty when she was in little space.

    John didn't mind. He rolled his sleepy body onto her, touching the saturated diaper.

    "Did baby do a wee?" he asked, his eyes still firmly closed.

    "John, I'm fine now. What are we going to do about Sarah?" she said, annoyed.

    He huffed.

    "She seems to be AB. Nothing to worry about. I think someone needs a nappy change, though." he said playfully, rubbing her back.

    "I said I'm fine. What are we supposed to do with an adult baby daughter? We can't encourage it, or we'll be known as that weird family that lets their kid wear diapers."

    "Honey, you've got to stop worrying. Why don't we have her see a psychologist if this bothers you so much?"

    "Why would she need to see a shrink? She's not crazy. Unless you count a diaper fetish as a disorder, at which point you shouldn't have married me."

    "Not to counsel her, to have her evaluated. You know, make sure it's not our fault. Honey?"

    She smiled.*

    "Sounds great. Can... Daddy, I need a-" she said, biting her lip softly.

    "I know, baby. Lie down, love, let's get you in some grown up underwear." he said, pushing himself into an upright position.

    "No, Daddy. Baby nappy for me." she said biting the end of her thumb.

    "Honey, I can't baby you today. I have work to do. My novel won't write itself, you know."

    She made a pouty face.

    "Honey, no, please. Daddy has to work. Besides, who's gonna take Sarah to school?"

    "Daddy take sister to school. Daddy love baby at home."

    She wasn't going to stop, he knew that. She was relentless and even more so in little mode. He bent over and pulled her pacifier from the drawer. It was pink and had a bunny sticker over the guard. She had always loved it. He handed it to her and she promptly began coating it in saliva and sucking the latex. She was safe today.

    Sarah Cassidy waited in her bed quietly. She didn't want to lose her diapers. It wasn't something she could explain, and she knew it was ridiculous, but she needed them. They were special. They were good.

    She looked over at the stack. They were standard hospital-business nappies, and although a little boring, they were enough. She couldn't help but feel sometimes that she wanted proper disposable diapers, but she had to reject that. She wasn't a baby.

    Knock, knock.

    "Honey, you in there? Time to get up, darling. School's waiting."

    "I don't want to get up, Daddy. Everybody hates me at school. I want to stay here."

    She could hear the frustration in his voice. He opened the door.

    "Sarah, nobody hates you. You have Michael, remember? And they'll forget about this. Would it make you feel better if you had some padding this time around?"

    She nodded. He removed her blanket and lifted her heavy body off the bed. A wet patch was sitting on her pyjamas.

    "Guess these nappies aren't enough for my big baby girl." he noticed.

    She smiled.

    "Do I have to be a big girl and stop wearing nappies?"

    He removed her pyjama pants.

    "It all depends on you, sweetie. It's okay to be little sometimes, it really is. Nobody can force you to do something you don't want to do. So if you want to wear nappies, you can. If it helps you feel like a baby, that's okay too."

    She nodded. Her father took one of the thin cloth nappies and tore a hole through the middle. He wrapped another one over it and changed her.

    "Daddy, can I... wear real nappies? Not these, but real nappies?"

    He looked at her. Those poor little eyes, those sweet, sweet innocent eyes. He saw those eyes in Trixie all the time. The eyes of a baby.

    "Darling, I... I can't answer that. Tell you what, we're going to see a psychologist today. She's gonna talk to you, and you say whatever comes to your mind. And maybe she can answer that question. But school first."

    "No, no school."

    "Sarah, you are going to school. Don't argue, please. I am not in the mood. Mum and I are going to pick you up at two thirty sharp. Then we are going to go see the psychologist. We will see what we're going to do from there."

    Sarah thought about protesting, but could tell it was better not to. There was a fire in her father's eyes, and it scared her. Was she bad?

    He finished diapering her, then told her to get dressed. He left the room, and sat against the wall that Sarah couldn't see. He held back the tears. Why was this so hard? It wasn't wrong, he knew that. But he didn't know if he could do what he had to do. Dammit, she was meant to be normal. Trixie was okay because she was an adult when they met, but this- this was his daughter. He remembered the sleepless nights, the feedings, the endless diaper changes. He remembered her crying over the lack of milk in her belly and her mother's breakdowns. It was a living hell and he didn't know what she wanted.

    The girl stood there, swaddled in a blanket. She saw her father there, just there. She could see the fear in his soul. He hadn't done this before. He was her rock.

    "Daddy? What's wrong?"

    He turned his head. There his girl stood, and she was scared. And he didn't know who he was anymore.

    *****************************************

    Sarah Cassidy kicked open the door open to the black BMW her father drove.

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