Vickie

Hugs.

Thank you, thank you, thank you. It is not only the one I was looking for but it has been updated from when I did have it.

I don't follow this board regularly. Only when I am having a lot of stress in my life. I was about to post the same sort of thing. He needs to talk to someone who can help him. If I had been the one to say it first would I be attacked on here for doing so? I really don't know much about the rest of you. I have not been following others to know if they are getting help or even need it. I think we (and most people) need some help from time to time. I can't take crowds. At least where they know me. I can get lost in a crowded stadium but 10 or 15 people at a party can overwhelm me. I can perform on stage yet have people sing Happy Birthday to me in a restaurant and I have a panic attack. So if someone tells me I need help after saying that on a message board where we should be friends I would think they care about me. From a lot of the feedback I see on this board to post people make I try not to post. Anyone (except the cool ones) post anything he or she risk attack and ridicule. Lighten up people, we are all sick, crazy people who are in need of help. Our diapers, baby stuff and boards like this is how we deal with our problems. Don't take any part of it away.

It was great and I lost it when the computer died a couple years ago. The girls are bored and start out just talking to him. When it is over he is a sissy baby. I know it can be very, very hard to come up with a story that is believable enough to fall into. A kid is forced by mom or an aunt is very much over done and hard to believe. Big sister little easier to believe but still overdone. Ex boyfriend/girlfriend forcing the subject maybe, but still. Sometimes right after a major news event things can be ripe for a good story. Teenage girl on class trip to Aruba gets sold into the baby slave trade written right after a girl vanishes has a great chance of working. I read the story I am now looking for after I got snowed in at a remote motel in the hills. I had just gotten home after the storm and was surfing the net and found it. So I was really open to it.

My turn. I am looking for a story of a traveling salesman who checks into a hotel in a snowstorm. He does not know the hotel is a baby hotel. The girls who work there work as pro-momies. At first they don't want to take him in since he does not know the nature of the hotel and is not an AB or DL. But there are no customers due to the storm and they really don't want to turn anyone out into such a storm they let him rent a room. He late finds out the nature of the hotel.

I shave down there also. The only down side to it is you don't get to shave it for a few days. You don't want stubble down there. So once you start you should keep it shaved. If you just trim you and don't go too close you don't have the stubble problem.

All of the local thrift stores near me think I belong to a costume club. I told them I am into costumes and history. They think I belong to several local historical clubs. Hence anytime a large size outfit that comes in is put aside for me. I tell them I modify them to use as costumes for Victorian and Steampunk clubs. As well as Civil War and Revolutionary War Clubs. As a result I get the in on a lot of prom gowns, wedding gowns and bridesmaids outfits. I also tell them that some of the people who wear these outfits all day in the hot sun wear diapers under them.

For a gun new-be the judge may not be the best gun. I use a Springfield XD-9. I love it. I want to kill the pert not the house behind him. You miss and the bullet goes on to find another target. A 9mm is good enough up close. I would not shoot at a target far away. So up close and personal is the way to go. But get lessons. And join the Pink Pistols. (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual and Transgender gun club) Also join the NRA. They give decals for your windows. My neighbors often see me coming and going with my handgun and my SKS Rifle. As for the Marines, I was the one the Marines protected the most. You have heard of Devil Dogs? I was a Devil Doc in Vietnam.

Being a clerk is a job. A boring job at that. They just don't notice. Any stunt you do raises the chance you will be noticed. Browse the aisle for 20 min and they think you might be a shoplifter. They watch and record it. And now that you had their attention they might even show it to their friends. Think of these things. Go 5 or 10 miles from home and no one knows you. Go to a store in an area that has a lot of senior's and their stock will be greater and it will be more routine to sell them. Most people who work for a living are decent people. Even more so in a drugstore. A drugstore does not want workers who are rude. If they think they are for you they will think you are in need of them and feel sorry for you. The two types I think that might look close are those that have to wear them and might be looking for someone else who has to wear and be understanding. Or other kinks like us. I worked part-time in a CVS and I hoped I could meet someone. (didn't work)

We should state our age if we mention stealing. In the mind of a person doing the stealing they have found a way to justify it. It is called 'Justification'. It is a lot easier when you are young. I was raised in a strict Catholic family. I could 'justify' my actions when I did it but later would be racked with guilt. As a TG I stole clothing as well. I could get in and out a Goodwill Collection Box with ease. I found a lot of baby stuff as well as clothing. When the guilt came on I could just go return the stuff. And when I had purges I gave even the stuff I had bought. Now as an adult I make sure to never throw out anything. I give it to Goodwill. And I shop Goodwill.

One of the times I came to at the scene I heard the girl who hit me screaming "I killed her, I killed her". "I should not have been on the phone". If people would just shut up and drive. If you are driving then that is where your FULL attention should be.

It was not a big cycle. Just a 125 Vino from Yamaha. I had a helmet on luckily since it cracked. No padding except a backpack with my laptop and a rain suit in it. I landed on my back off center to my right. The doctor thinks the laptop acted like a spine protector. And no damage to the laptop. I had one black ass to go with my other white ass. And a long black strip up the back to the right shoulder. It ran about 4 inches to the side of the spine.

I think it was funny. But I think the come-back "will you go away now" was also funny. And I think both were meant to be funny. I often say "get out of here" or "that's sick" in jest. However it works in person better than on line.

If it is firm I don't mind leaving it in and just go on wearing. If it is soft I want it off right away. Also if I climax in the diaper I want it off. In both case's I like to be far from home with no change. That is the best way to force it.

Almost a month ago I was in a motorcycle accident. I was stopped in traffic in a construction zone and had my feet down for balance. It looked like we would not be moving for a while. Then wham I was hit from behind. I woke up on the street with police all around the EMT's were fixing a neck brace on me. At the hospital I lost control and messed myself. I was so sore and battered I could not reach to clean myself. They diapered me before letting me go. When I got home I had change myself and believed I did not need a new diaper. And I was not in the mood to wear diapers. (they are for fun, not for real) I wet the bed. It seems the pain meds have me sleeping so soundly that I don't know I wet. The landlady works with the mentally challenged and had diapers so she gave me some. (I was not going to tell her I had a lot of my own) It only lasted about a week but I think if I work it right they will think I still am having problems if they find any old soiled diapers around in the future. It is amusing to look back now. What it was like to really have to wear them. I love my fantasy and while I know in my head that it is not like that in the real world it was easy to block it out. I mean when I play I go into the mindset that I am being forced to wear them. And that I enjoy. And I know that I would not want to be forced any other time. But what it was like when I had to yet did not want to was not fun. And now it is harder to fantasize. Has anyone else here had their bubble popped?

I have tried a couple of variations. One is if you get a firm log and you are not going to be able to use it. (you have to go to work, etc) I took mine and put it in a plastic sandwich bag and used it as a bun wrap in my hair. I had long hair at the time. So I used it to puff up the hair. I looked sharp and smart as well as very corporate. The plastic held the smell. On the way home from I poked a few holes in the plastic. Knowing it was very slowly oozing out into my hair was a turn on. Another variation was to put the sandwich bag shit in my bra. (one on each side makes a nice booster). Or just in my panties. Makes you sit very carefully knowing to bust the bag will cause a stink.

A troll? Drat, does that mean I just chugged a bottle of booze for nothing? LOL

Maybe you should have said "I pooped in my diaper, want to change the diaper for me?"

For the last few weeks I have been trying this idea. I hung a bell on the bathroom door so I would hear it whenever I went to the potty. I told others it was so we could hear when the room was available with out having to sit next to the door and wait. Since wearing a diaper does make it easier I was not too surprised to find myself peeing when I heard the bell. I was surprised how I had to run the the bathroom if I was not in a diaper. It would trigger a need to go. I also have been asked to remove the bell because others have noticed they had to pee when they heard the bell. The bell does not cause uncontrolled peeing in others or in me. But it would cause the feeling of a strong need to go. In a diaper it works in my sleep. I had to take the bell down for the others.

Enema's are for now and suppositories are for a prolonged time. For the here and now I have gone with an enema. But I like some risk so for me I like suppositories. I insert one then go out somewhere. Like the park or shopping. It is while I am out it will happen. If I am given a task to do then I must rush to get it done because I don't want the smell to give me away. It makes waiting in the check out line interesting. Squirming and holding while waiting for someone with 30 items in the express line does make for some excitement. You know you will not make it back to the car let alone home.

Just got back from seeing it for the second time. I loved it so much the first time I got right back in live for the next showing.

Pull ups seem to be the best for most who are truly with incontinence. They can change themselves and pull ups are easier. But we will always have the bed ridden and for their care givers diapers are a lot easier. And if the patient is in traction then pull-ups are impossible. I had to take care of my mother when she was sick and I would have never been able to use pull-ups on her. So for that reason alone they will never go away. But they will not be a stock item in most stores anymore.

A person could have fun with a care giver and food coloring. Imagine drinking a lot of red food dye or some other more interesting color. A color that has no natural meaning. Purple maybe?

My favorite thing is to take chances while in diapers. I usually wear a very short dress over the diapers. A dress is better than a skirt and blouse because the hem line comes up a lot more on a dress if you reach up. It makes me keep my arms down and I have to walk very carefully. And no bending over. One day I was home from work with my car in the shop. So I dressed as above and walked a few streets down and took the bus to the park. Once there I had a soda and sandwich and spent a couple of hours reading a book. (and peeing) On the way home I took the wrong bus and ended up in the wrong area. So while waiting to get the bus back to the park to start over a police officer pulls up and asks me what I am doing. He then asked me a lot of questions. While this was all going on more police came. They finally let me go. Since my diaper was full I was so scared that it would sag to the point that it would show from under the hem.

I think the use of ice is one of the best and most used tools we use in self bondage. My last play-time I had the key and a fish weight on the same end of the line. I then ran the line up to a small pulley wheel and over to another pulley wheel. Then to a plastic one gallon milk jug. The jug was filled with water and frozen. Just before I used it I cut a hole in the bottom. In the wooded area behind the house I had tied a pulley to branches of two tree's about 30 feet apart and set the jug on the ground under one and ran the cord from it, up over the two pulleys to the key to the lock. One of the trees was way out in the open where a lot of cars passed by. That was the tree the ice jug was put. Under the key was were I would play. I was out of sight in the woods but close enough that I better keep quiet or someone would check. Everything within reach was metal so I could not cut it or un-tie it. I have about a dozen small locks that are all keyed alike. So my collar was locked on and to a small chain. It ran to a cord about six feet away. On the chain was a few round bells like you see on horse's. Small but loud. So I could hang myself since the cord was not that strong, but I would make a lot of noise if I moved. I then went way deeper into the woods to strip to just my diapers and bra. After stripping I went back to under the key and put on the restraining gear. All with bells on them. All were locked on. I could move but I could not take large steps or put my hands in front of my self.