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  1. How far you want to take this depends a great deal on if you are doing this in public or somewhere else. Any mistake in public would be hard to overlook - as to the private aspects are you comfortable in your own space ? It is hard to imagine an adult wearing clothing suitable for the (much) younger set especially with revealing diapers. rusty pins nailed it with a tennis skirt and ruffled bum detailing on a diaper cover covering those diapers - but keep the bulk down ! Crop tops are another thing since they do nothing to the diaper wearing below.
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  3. Perhaps a PM sent to the author may help: Baby Candy By Baby Jennie By babyjennie, July 14, 2006 in Story and Art Forum PAY ATTENTION TO THE NOTE IN PINK ! The story is in multiple parts. babyjennie 73 Diaper Star Verified 18+ 73 688 posts Gender:Male Location:Sydney, Australia Real Age:58 Diapers:Adult Baby I Am a...:Sissy Age Play Age:2-3 Report post Posted October 1, 2007 Dear Chris Knight and Valentine, unfortunately I cannot claim to be the original author. I originally downloaded a 16-page short story called 'Candie' from Bytemine (I think) about a dozen years ago or more. There was no author mentioned or listed, so I'm sorry there was no-one to whom I could even attribute the original. Every time I read the story on my computer, I compulsively edited it. First the misspellings, then the grammar, then I changed the characters' names to the names of my little girl cousins (to make it easier to remember which character was which, and who said what.) Then I added some detail - a few adjectives, a few adverbs - and rearranged parts that didn't read particularly well. Finally I started adding detail, fleshing out some of the characters and trying to provide a more reasonable progression for the main character's gradual acceptance of his feminisation and babyfication. The story 'Baby Candy' at present is now 36 pages long, and still going strong! As I said, I am a compulsive editor - I just can't help correcting bad writing and poor grammar, and every time I re-read a story, I tweak it and add a bit more detail. The story has retained the basic elements of the original, but I think you'll agree that it reads quite differently. After reading some of the comments posted here, after months of searching I tracked down an original - unedited - version of the story, complete with misspellings and typos, and I've included it here for your perusal. Please have a read and let me know what you think of the alterations I made. Hugs from Baby Jennie in Australia Candie Original - DO NOT EDIT! When I was thirteen years old, my parents decided that I should not spend my summer vacation languishing at home in New York city, but instead I should stay with my mother's sister who lived in a rural town in the State of West Virginia: A much different environment indeed. However, I didn't like this idea one bit. I wanted to spend the summer with my friends in New York, but my parents thought that most of my friends were bad influences and that I would be much better off in the countryside. (Making things worse, several weeks before, I had been caught with some friends who were shooting a BB-gun and throwing rocks at our school's windows. Many windows were broken. Even though I was just watching, I still got in a lot of trouble.) I had no further say in the West Virginia matter, and shortly after school ended, my mother packed me into the car and drove me to stay with my her sister, my Aunt Meg. I was apprehensive during the ten-hour trip. I really didn't remember anything about Aunt Meg or her daughters (my cousins) April who was fourteen and Bonnie who was sixteen. I thought I might be in for a long, boring summer. When we arrived, my mother told Aunt Meg that I had been misbehaving lately and informed her about the BB-gun incident. My mother stated that I really hadn't been disciplined enough. I felt she was exaggerating. Except for this one incident, I was never involved in any kind of trouble. Furthermore, I was very meek, timid, and I cried easily. I was quite afraid of authority figures, and I did as I was told. I behaved far better than most other boys my age. Nevertheless, my mother asked Aunt Meg to discipline me as she saw fit, and Aunt Meg was most pleased to do this. Aunt Meg looked down at me and ran her fingers through my rather unkempt, shoulder-length blond hair. She frowned and asked when was the last time I had had a haircut. She said that in her town boys sported neat crewcuts. I begged my mother and Aunt Meg not to make me get a haircut as long hair was the style among my New York peers and I who were budding fans of hard rock music. My mother conceded that I could leave my hair long on one condition: If I promised to behave and do everything Aunt Meg told me to. Of course I said I would. The next day my mother left for New York leaving me behind in West Virginia. Shortly after my mother departed, Aunt Meg made mention of the punk-rock tee-shirt I was wearing. She told me to take it off as it didn't look nice for a little boy to wear such things. I reminded her that I was thirteen years old (most people treated me as if I were far younger because I was very tiny for my age, had a baby-face, and a high-pitched, little-girlvoice that I couldn't help. I was by far the smallest in my class at school and the other kids nicknamed me "Peanut"). I told Aunt Meg that all my friends in New York wore such shirts but she responded that we weren't in crazy New York and that I had needed to learn some manners. She pulled the shirt off me and took it away. Then she led me into the bathroom saying that if I was going to wear my hair long like a girl it at least had to be clean and brushed. I told her I had washed it yesterday but she said that I must wash it every day. She bent me over the sink and proceeded to soak my head. Then she shampooed my hair with her shampoo. She rinsed and dried my hair. She sat me down and brushed it out. Finally, she combed it with a part in the middle. I told her I didn't like it that way, but she said it was too long and that's how I had to wear it, just like I was a girl. She said I was to do it the same way every morning. With my hair parted neatly in the middle, I saw in the mirror that I did look like a girl. When April saw me she giggled and said that now I really looked like a girl. Aunt Meg was quite attractive, and had a great figure. She often wore tight jeans or short skirts, and I thought she looked very sexy. Over the next several days I came to realize that she was very strict and very concerned with cleanliness and manners. I had been interested in women's clothing as far back as I could remember, and when I was about eleven I started dressing in my mother's panties, slips, nightgowns, etc. whenever I got the chance. They were much too large on me of course, but I didn't care. Aunt Meg had a washer and dryer in the basement, but she would dry her lingerie and her daughters' on a clothesline behind the house. I was so fascinated by the assortment of panties, bras, slips, etc. drying out on the line that I couldn't prevent myself from staring at them intensely. Aunt Meg happened to catch me touching some of the lingerie hanging out on the line. She asked me what I was doing. When I didn't answer, she surprised me by saying that if she caught me doing that again she would make me wear everything hanging up! I was so embarrassed I started blushing. Aunt Meg saw my reaction and she laughed hysterically. She teased me further by saying that she would dress me in ladies' underwear and parade me all around town. At dinner that night she told her daughters what had happened. They laughed their heads off and said I was a naughty little boy. I felt so embarrassed. During the next few days I couldn't get this incident out of my mind. I was finding it to be a very, very big turn-on. There were some boys who lived nearby who played ball in the road and in the field. I wanted to join them, but they didn't like me right from the start. They said that I couldn't play with them because I looked like a "hippie" and a "sissy." A few of them thought that I was a girl acting like a tomboy. They wanted to bet me and their friends that I was really a girl! I kept insisting that I was a boy, but everyone was becoming convinced that I was a tomboy. When I refused their requests to take down my pants and prove I really was a boy, they all started chanting, "She's a sissy girl, sissy girl," over and over, and I left. At dinner, I told my aunt what had happened, adding that the boys in her town were stupid and that I wanted to go back to New York. To my chagrin, my aunt acted as if it were all my fault. She said that the boys wouldn't let me play with them because I was a delinquent, had no manners, didn't know how play with others, etc. I became upset and said that that wasn't true, and that it was completely the other boys' faults. Then my aunt really floored me when she said, "Then maybe I should put you in a dress and make you play with the girls." I was so surprised by this remark I started blushing and put my head down. Aunt Meg and my cousins started laughing hysterically. My aunt saw how embarrassed I was by this and was delighted. She added that she was going to take me to the girls' department at Sears and buy me a very pretty outfit. I started sweating and everyone laughed and laughed. Later that night, I kept thinking about my Aunt's remarks to the point that I could hardly fall asleep. The next day however, my aunt made no further mention of making me wear a dress or taking me to Sears, and I was both relieved and disappointed. The day went quietly until dinner time when I accidentally spilled grape juice on my clothes. My Aunt got so angry that she made me immediately strip to my briefs in front of my giggling cousins, and she frantically tried to wash out the stain. She yelled at me, saying that if my clothes were ruined she was going to put me in a dress and spank my bottom. I was so mortified I didn't know what to say. However, in a way, I wished that the stain wouldn't come out and she would make good on her threat. Then cousin Bonnie laughingly warned me about the time a few years ago when Aunt Meg punished another cousin who had ruined his good clothes by playing ball in them. She said that Aunt Meg dressed him as a girl and made him stand on the porch all day while everyone made fun of him, and that I was next. I found this idea both scary and exciting. However, a short time later, Aunt Meg announced that she got the stain out and that my clothes weren't ruined after all. I actually felt a big let-down. Lying awake in bed that night, I got the idea that perhaps I could really get my aunt to dress me as a girl by appealing to her hatred of ruined clothes and dirtiness. I thought that if I went out the next day and really messed-up my clothes in a major way, she would certainly make good on her threats to dress me as a girl. The next morning, I set out on my bike and rode to the outskirts of an abandoned coal mine I had discovered the day before. I had grown used to not having any friends and would often just ride around alone on my bike exploring. I had mentioned my discovery to my aunt at the time, but she forbid me to go back saying that it was dangerous and filthy there. I had specifically selected my white jeans and a white shirt to wear that day, for maximum effect. (Furthermore, as I left the house, my aunt even warned me to be careful of my clothes.) I began operation "dirty clothes" as I dubbed it by climbing all over some old, rusty machinery and an abandoned car that was there. I figured I might as well have fun while I was at it. Next, I rubbed pieces of earth and old coal all over my clothes, face and long blond hair. Just to be certain I was messy enough, I rolled around on the ground in some dirt and mud. I thought the area was deserted, but I was startled to see an old man walking towards me. He said, "What the heck are you doing there, little girl?" I said quietly, "Just playing." He said I had gotten filthy and that I'd better go home right away, and that my mommy was going to give me a good "whipping." I jumped on my bike and peddled home. As I got nearer the house, some of the boys were out. As I rode by they teased me, yelling things like, "Look at the dirty tomboy," and that I was in "Big trouble" for messing my clothes, etc. However, as I got to the house, I had second thoughts. I realized that I might have overdone it, that my Aunt would be furious, etc. I got cold feet and decided to call the whole thing off. I figured I could climb through the basement window, sneak quietly upstairs to my room, hide my clothes, and take a shower. So I lowered myself through the window, listened for my aunt and cousins, heard nothing, and began tip-toeing up the basement stairs. All of a sudden the door flew open, the light came on, and Aunt Meg appeared at the top of the steps! I froze. Aunt Meg took one look at me and screamed bloody murder! Bonnie and April came running down. My aunt was livid! She scolded me severely and demanded to know how I had gotten in that condition. I whimpered that I was just playing outside. She was furious and grabbed me by the hair. She asked me where I had been, and I stammered that I was at the old coal mine. She hollered that I had been forbidden to go there, and that I was really going to be severely punished for this. I put my head down and started to go up the stairs but she pulled me back saying, "Where do you think you're going?" I said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, may I go upstairs now and clean up?" She said "No! Do you want to track dirt all over the house and make a complete mess of everything?" She then told me to take all my clothes off, that she would put them in the washing machine right there in the basement. I hesitated, and Aunt Meg began forcefully pulling my clothes off while Bonnie and April laughed and laughed. She quickly stripped me naked and threw my clothing in the washer. She then hurried me upstairs still naked and drew a bath for me, scolding me the all the while. Bonnie and April followed right behind, laughing the whole time. I was so embarrassed as I held my hand tightly over my tiny penis. Aunt Meg put me in the tub and began washing me very hard with soapy washcloth all over my body. I complained that it hurt, but she kept scrubbing me clean. She shampooed my hair three times. She said that I was going to get a good spanking and punishment that I wouldn't soon forget. She lifted me out of the tub and dried me off. Then she told April to bring in some of her clothes for me. I couldn't believe it! While we waited, Aunt Meg brushed my long hair. April returned with panties, a slip, and a dress! I started trembling. Laughing hysterically, Aunt Meg and my cousins began dressing me in the clothes. However, even though April was only one year older than me, her clothes were grossly too large, and did not fit me whatsoever. My Aunt seemed deeply disappointed but said that I wasn't getting out of it that easy. They thought for a few moments and then Aunt Meg remembered some clothes that another relative had given her for April a while back that were much too small. She had them in a box in the basement. I was then lead naked and blushing to the basement. Aunt Meg opened the box and there were a few pairs of girls' designer-style jeans, some blouses, skippy sneakers, and a few packs of girls' underwear in small sizes. Aunt Meg said that these clothes just might fit me. She opened the packages of underwear and held out a pair of silky white panties with red polka-dots and lace trim around the waist and leg openings, along with a matching training bra. I was shaking all over as my Aunt ordered me to step into the panties. She then pulled them up in place. They all laughed hysterically. They were quite wearable. I was extremely mortified, but I noticed a silky, exciting feel. I was speechless as my aunt said that my boobies needed to grow more while she put the training bra through my arms and clasped it in back. April remarked that my face was beet red. I was so mortified, I had tears in my eyes. (However, a part of me loved the humiliation and control they had over me.) Next came a small pair of girl's designer-style jeans. They fit me well, and gave me a very feminine figure, including a very rounded little butt and girlish legs. April further embarrassed me by mentioning that she could see my panty-lines through the jeans. Next came a soft white cotton blouse with a flowery print. It was of very thin fabric and my training bra could be seen prominently underneath, which was pointed out by April as well. I was so mortified! There were no socks but my aunt had me wear the skippy sneakers without any. The three women continued to tease and taunt me. Aunt Meg asked my cousins to paint my fingernails, which they were more than happy to do. They sat me down an painted them bright pink. They had me remove my sneakers and did the same to my toenails. Then they applied pink lipstick to my lips. Then Aunt Meg combed my long hair in a very feminine style and put some barrettes in. They all said what a beautiful little girl I was. They stood me in front of a mirror so I could see too. I was shocked to see that I really did look like a very pretty, pre-teenage girl! I was so incredibly mortified, I couldn't even speak! I just stood their in shock. Aunt Meg said that since I looked "so sweet", from now on my new name would be, "Candie", and I was a to behave like a very good girl, or else! A second later, she looked at me sternly and asked, "What's your name again little girl"? I whimpered, "Candie." She responded, "Candie what"? (I had forgotten that she had previously trained me to answer ma'am and sir.) I said, "Candie, ma'am. To which she said, "That's a good girl." After a few moments Aunt Meg announced that it was a beautiful day. Then she told me to go out and play. (She really wanted to further embarrass me by making me go outside to be seen.) I pleaded and stuttered that I didn't want to go out like that, but she insisted I go outside and play or else she would, "Whip my bottom." Most reluctantly, I agreed to go outside. I surely didn't want any of the neighborhood kids to see me dressed as I was, so I asked if I could ride my bike, planning to go away from the house. My Aunt said yes, but that I must stay close by and that I had to use April's old bike from now on, not my Stingray that I had brought down with me from home. She asked April to get her old bike out of the garage. It was a little girls' bicycle, with a flowery basket on the front and streamers on the handles. I protested, but Aunt Meg said it was very appropriate for me, and that it was going to be my bike from now on . Reluctantly, I took it out to the roadside. As I pondered my predicament, I saw a group of boys approaching from a distance. I definitely didn't want to see them, so I began peddling the bike in the opposite direction. I rode quickly for about ten minutes and slowed down as I realized I was entering town. Unfortunately, the bike's chain slipped off the gears. As I tried to put it back on, I really noticed how striking my pink fingernails looked. I was so nervous not to dirty myself or my clothes that I couldn't get the chain back on. While fumbling with the chain, I was startled by a voice from behind me. Two cute but tough-acting girls about eleven or twelve-years-old were standing there and one asked what was wrong. I didn't answer, and she said that my chain was off. The other one asked, "What's your name, kid?" I didn't answer again, so she repeated the question louder. I whispered, "Candie." They said their names were Sally and Beth. They asked me a lot of questions like where I was from and how old I was, etc. I said I was from New York and that I was thirteen. They said that New York was very far and that I looked awful small for thirteen, and was I sure I wasn't lying? I told them I wasn't lying. Sally asked me why I was riding a little baby bicycle. I told them I had no choice, that my aunt made me ride it. After a few more questions they said that I was "cool" and asked if I wanted to be their friend and join their club. I didn't answer right away and they said that if I joined their club they would help me fix my chain. I said I would join. They said good, but first I had to smoke a cigarette for my initiation. I told them that I had never smoked before. Beth said that all the big kids smoke and asked if "I wasn't chicken, was I?" I said no, of course not. (I really wanted my chain fixed also, so I agreed to go behind the nearby diner and smoke a cigarette with them.) When we got behind the diner, Beth took a pack of crushed cigarettes out of her pocket and very unskillfully tried to light one. In the meantime, Sally asked me how long I had been wearing a bra. Her question took me by surprise and I didn't know what to say so I replied a month. She bragged that her mother just bought her a bunch of real ladies' bras because she needed them so badly. Beth got the cigarette lit and handed it to me. I took a couple of puffs and that seemed to make them happy. Suddenly, an older woman in a waitress uniform came rushing around from the other side of the diner. Sally and Beth looked scared and screamed, "Run!" I dropped the cigarette and the woman started yelling for us to stop but we all scattered in different directions. I ran over to my bike expecting to make a get-away. However, I had forgotten that the chain was off. The next thing I knew was that another, much younger waitress from the diner had me by the arm and wouldn't let go. She pulled me off my bike and held me as the older waitress, still yelling, came up to us. She asked me what we were doing behind the diner and if we were smoking cigarettes. I was so scared that I couldn't even answer her. She kept berating me and a crowd began to gather. Some people searched behind the diner and a boy found a lit cigarette. He brought it over and the waitress asked if I had been smoking it. I whimpered, "No," but she asked, "Then how come it has pink lipstick on it, just like you're wearing?" She demanded to know where I was from and who my mother was. She said that she knew who the other two girls were and that they were bad. She said she was going to call their mothers. I was so frightened, but I didn't want her to tell my aunt what had happened, so I didn't say anything. She said that I was in very big trouble and I had better answer her. A big crowd had now formed as this was apparently quite a serious incident for the small town. She then said that if I didn't speak up immediately that she was, "Going to pull down those fancy blue-jeans that I was wearing and spank me very hard while everyone watched." With that, the young waitress who was holding me twisted my arm painfully behind my back. The crowd cheered and laughed as the older woman began undoing my pants. I was on the verge of tears and told the women that I would cooperate. To the crowd's dismay, the women brought me into the diner and sat me down. With tears in my eyes, I told them that yes, I had been smoking the cigarette behind the diner, that my name was Candie, that I was from New York and was staying with my Aunt Meg. The older woman scolded me and got Aunt Meg on the phone. A short while later Aunt Meg pulled up in the car. The older waitress told her what had happened and that I was a very bad little girl. Aunt Meg agreed and said that I was already being punished for other things, and that this was the last straw. She ordered me to apologize to the waitresses, but I couldn't think of what to say. To the waitress's delight, Aunt Meg reached down and swatted me several times very hard on my butt, and told me to say I was sorry. I was very startled and said I was sorry with tears in my eyes. Aunt Meg announced that she would, "Settle this further when we get home." She then thanked everyone and pulled me out to the car. She put my bike in the trunk and drove us to the house, scolding me the whole way. When we got home Aunt Meg was still very angry and said that turning me into a girl apparently wasn't enough to discourage my bad behavior. She said that now she was going to turn me into a much younger girl so that I would stay out of trouble. I had some bicycle grease on my hands and had been crying, so first she gave me another bath. Then she dried me and wrapped me in a big towel. She made a phone call, put me back in the car wearing just the towel, and drove us a couple of miles to her friend Tammie's house. When we arrived, she told her friend Tammie, an attractive, very tall lady, that I was her very bad boy nephew who needed to be turned into a very well behaved, little girl niece. She asked Tammie if she could borrow some of her little girls' clothes for this purpose. Tammie was more than happy to oblige. She laughed as she led us to up to her daughters' rooms. She had three girls: Karen, Susie and Chrissie. They were, eight, seven, and six-years-old, respectively. Tammie chuckled that, "I was very pretty for a boy." She also said that, "I was hardly any bigger than her daughters, and that their clothes should fit me very well." Despite all my begging and pleading, the women proceeded to show me numerous little-girl outfits. They held up various short dresses, skirts, blouses, etc. to me. Mockingly, Aunt Meg asked, "With all these lovely clothes to choose from, what does little Candie want to wear today"? I was unable to speak and the women continued to taunt me. I begged them to stop, but they just laughed. Finally Aunt Meg said, "Since baby Candie can't make up her mind we'll just have to choose for her." With that she pulled away my towel leaving me naked. As I quickly covered my tiny penis with my hand, the women laughed and laughed. As I stood there helplessly, Aunt Meg pulled a pair of pink frilly, silky little-girl panties up my legs. I felt hot and was blushing all over. They fit me perfectly! My Aunt was very happy and exclaimed, "Oh Candie, what a pretty little bottom you have!" I felt so mortified, my eyes began to tear. They laughed and said not to be a "cry baby." The woman sat me on the bed and put lacy socks and rather tight Mary-Jane shoes on my feet. Then they started braiding my long blonde hair into two ponytails on each side of my head. I begged them to stop, but they wouldn't listen. When they finished, they tied a bow of ribbon on each ponytail. All my nerves were finally getting to me and I started sobbing heavily. Tammie held out a light, silky petticoat (a full slip with tiers of ruffles) for me to put my arms through, but I kept crying and didn't respond. With that my aunt said mockingly and in baby-talk, "Doesn't little Candie want to stop crying and finish getting dressed? I didn't answer, and she responded, "Okay, little baby, It's very warm out, so if you don't stop CRYING THIS INSTANT I'll take you home in JUST YOUR SHOES AND YOUR PANTIES for everyone to see. Do you want that, sweetheart?" I tried to nod my head no, but I just couldn't stop crying. My Aunt became even angrier and added, "And on the way home we'll go into town and then stop over at the playground. Would you like that, honey?" I sniffled and sobbed, but I just couldn't speak . My Aunt probably thought I was being uncooperative, and she continued, "And when we get to the playground, I'll gather a crowd together, announce what a bad little boy you've been, pull down your panties, put you over my knee, and spank you so hard you won't sit for a week, IS THAT CLEAR?" With that she started pulling me towards the door and saying goodbye to Tammie. Tammie, who was laughing hysterically, looked at me and waved, "Bye, Bye, baby Candie. Have fun at the playground!" I couldn't believe what was happening! Aunt Meg was serious about this, so I knew I had to stop crying. This would be far more humiliation than I could handle! I was able to muster up all my strength and stop crying. My Aunt asked me if I wanted to finish getting dressed and I whimpered, "Yes, ma'am." To which she said, "Now that's a good little girl." My humiliation continued as the women resumed from where they left off. The smooth full slip was dropped over my head and through my arms. To top everything else off came a little-girl style dress with a big bow in the back, puffy sleeves, and lots of lace trim. The women ooohed and aaahed as they straighten the dress out on me. It fit very well, and it was quite short. The woman lead me over to a floor length mirror and I was STUNNED TO SEE HOW I LOOKED EXACTLY LIKE A VERY PRETTY SEVEN OR EIGHT-YEAR-OLD GIRL! I was trembling all over. The woman were extremely happy with the results, and said the I looked, "Adorable." I was told to behave like a good little girl. Before I could even catch my breath, the women led me out to the kitchen. The silky panties, petticoat, dress, etc., felt incredibly smooth and feminine. They made a very noticeable swishing sound as I walked or moved in them. I felt both very scared but also extremely aroused. Tammie said that since I was such a good girl I could have milk and cookies if my aunt said it was okay. I wasn't at all hungry and said, "No thank you, ma'am." Then she asked if I wanted to go out back and play with her daughters. I said, no thank you, again. Aunt Meg said I had to do one or the other. I was afraid to go outside so I choose the milk & cookies. Their coffee was heating so we went into the living room. I sat down on the couch as I usually did when wearing pants. The women started laughing hysterically as I unwittingly sat with my legs spread open. Aunt Meg said, "Candie, dear, unless you want your panties to be all exposed, you have to sit with your legs crossed when wearing a dress." I immediately closed my legs and the women laughed and said that I was blushing again. They then taught me how to sit properly while wearing a dress . I couldn't eat many cookies and when I finished Aunt Meg said I had to go out back and play with the girls. I was feeling extremely self-conscious as one could imagine and didn't want to be seen by any more people, including young children. But Tammie took me by the arm and said she would introduce me. Aunt Meg came along as well. The girls were playing jump rope on the patio. As I looked straight down at the ground, Tammie introduced me as, "Candie from New York" and asked her daughters to make me feel at home as I was very shy. She told Susie that I had to borrow one of her dresses, and Susie said I looked very pretty in it. The three asked me to join them in skipping rope, but I whispered that I didn't know how. Aunt Meg asked them to teach me, and they were happy to. Then Aunt Meg said that she and Tammie were going in, and she warned me that I had better play nice and be a good little girl, or else. She added that she was going to come out later and see me jump, so that I had better let the girls teach me. After the girls asked me a few questions about where I was from, etc., it was time to jump rope. I whispered that I wanted to be a turner, and they said okay but I had to jump later. I got the turning down all right after a few minutes, but when it was my turn to jump that was something else. At first I actually made a few jumps, but I didn't hold my dress down and it came up high, with all the girls laughing at me. They told I had to hold my dress down. However, I became so concerned with holding down my dress, I couldn't even make one good jump. After a while, I was able to hold my dress and make a few jumps. I saw Aunt Meg and Tammie watching me through the window and laughing. Chrissie asked me if I could sleep over at their house that night and go to her seventh birthday party the next day. I told her no thank you. The three girls were all disappointed, and Chrissie asked me, "Why not?" I made the excuse that my aunt wouldn't let me. However, Chrissie went in and asked my aunt herself. To my dismay, a few moments later, Aunt Meg and Tammie came out and said it would be a wonderful idea for me to sleep over with the girls and attend the birthday party! I objected, but had no further say in the matter. Aunt Meg stayed with us for dinner that night, and she ordered me to help set the table and clean the dishes like a good girl, something I had never done. After dinner, Aunt Meg told me to obey whatever Tammie said and to play nicely with the other girls, or else. Despite my pleading, Aunt Meg left, saying that she would see me the next day. Tammie was very pleased that I was staying. Like Aunt Meg, she was also really enjoying my predicament and the control she had over me. Tammie had me play with the girls and their Barbie dolls for quite some time in the living room. I truly felt like a six or seven-year-old girl. Then Tammie announced it was bedtime. I said that it was only eight o'clock, but Tammie said, "Don't give me a hard time, little lady." Karen, Susie, and Chrissie each wanted me to sleep with them, but Tammie said there was no room. However, she said there was an old crib in her bedroom that I would use, and the girls laughed. Tammie wasn't joking however, and she lead us into her bedroom and showed me the crib. She checked to make sure it was long enough to accommodate me, and to my chagrin, it was. Then she really surprised me when she asked me if I was a bedwetter. I exclaimed, "No, ma'am!", and the girls giggled. Tammie said that if I was I had better tell her now and not let her find out the hard way. I again assured her I wasn't, and she said okay. Tammie then sent her daughters to pick one of their nighties for me to wear. They returned with a girlish, satiny nightie and Tammie asked me if I needed help getting undressed. I said no and she told me to change, wash and brush my teeth and she would come back and tuck me in. She and the girls then left. Tammie returned a short while later and asked if I had done everything. I said yes and again complained about having to sleep in a crib. She said that I would get used to it. With that she lifted me into the crib, tucked me in, kissed me goodnight, and raised the safety bars into place. As I lay there in the dark I felt a very erotic feeling come over myself. The silky, ruffly little-girl panties and nightie were really turning me on, especially after having been dressed and treated as girl all day. I began playing with myself and a most intense sensation came over me. I think I had an orgasm for the first time, and in the excitement I urinated a bit afterwards. My panties and nightie were quite wet, and I was scared, so I pulled the baby blanket over me and tried to go to sleep, thinking I would dry during the night. I few minutes later however, Tammie came in and put the light on. She came over to me, and I saw she was holding another pair of little-girl panties. She said that she hoped I hadn't fallen asleep yet, but that she had forgotten to give me a fresh change of panties. She then lowered the bars on my crib. I was quite nervous and told her that I didn't need them. She said that all the girls in her house always put on fresh panties when they go to sleep, and I would be no different. She then pulled back the blanket and started to pull my nightie up. She noticed it was wet and became angry. She lifted my nightie all the way up and angrily pulled off my wet panties. She scolded me harshly for having wet myself. My eyes started tearing and she said that she had went through all this before and that she new exactly how to handle a bedwetter. First, though, she was going to call my aunt an tell her what I had done. I begged her not to but she walked out. She returned a few minutes later and said that my Aunt was very angry with me and agreed that I should be PUT BACK INTO DIAPERS IMMEDIATELY.
  4. What about that other one McAfee ? One should use care in ONLY using one virus removal tool. Having two or more they may fight each other to the death of your computer - each claiming to have removed a virus that the other supposedly caused !
  5. Practice - PERFECT - Practice ! Learn while peeing to resist standing still - move about - get rid of the deer in the headlights look feeling. In the comfort of home push the limits - practice About that peeing while sleeping (horizontal position) and sitting (simulated porcelain throne position) you are going to have to do that while awake or get accustomed doing it sitting by practice. Worried about leakage - consider wearing moisture proof diaper covers (noisy or otherwise). If wearing liquid protection you should have no concern about wetting pants or furniture. Pad the front crotch area with extra pads liners - mask the bulk with tight fitting compression panties. Experiment around - always wear enough diaper to hold the load. Stay soaked to know how much that load will be - know when to say when and the need for a new diaper change. Sometime wearing diapers worn around running water will trigger the flow (it does it for me). Once you have started the flow don't let anyone thing event interrupt it - practice until you can multi-task. Once you are seasoned - remember not to forget the diapers and covers - accidents may happen without notice ! Good Luck and may the Pee flow in unrestricted volumes without hesitation !
  6. It would speed the search - IF - When did you last read this story ? Recently ? Short story (One off) Long story - Multiple chapters ? Do you recall reading the author's other stories if any ? What website do you think you read it in ? Here at Daily Diapers ? ADISC ? Fictionmania ? SissyKiss ? ? ? Location of the story - city - urban - rural ? There is an awful amount of stories out there some with similarities. Yes I know some ???s are personal in nature but it helps to know what tangent direction to begin to look !
  7. I have your story "The Diapering of Liz" complete up through END OF FIVE - may have others. Story saved in NotePad format no comments or critic. When you have a secure platform we are here to help you restore your stories. If you can recall some or all (Titles) of your stories we can start to save them for you in a separate file location.
  8. Make wearing those LOCKING plastic pants interesting - leave the keys someplace distant out of reach (temporarily) or the combination lock place in the small of the back you don't want to make this easy. You could add to the suspense by adding more locking clothing - some which would permit an excursion into public space. Having a dominate mate makes things interesting having to ask for the key to the loo or release from your very own personal porta potty prison. Key safes - time locking devices - frozen in ice blocks - can extend the time to a level to more appreciate your situation pleasurable or regressive. So now that you are all locked up what are you going to do ? How about a trip to Disney to see if Fantasy Land befits your theme park experience !
  9. Of similar topic ? subject ? matter ? - recently here at DD - LINK: https://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?/topic/67515-this-doesnt-feel-right/ From my files - is this the version you were thinking of: Diaper Talk  Story and Art Forum  Completed Stories  Winter Break From School diaperedboilerman Winter Break From School Chapter 1, life I always look forward to the end of December even though it is really cold out and we usually get lots of snow. The two weeks off of school is nice, and of coarse, who doesn’t like Christmas? My name is Amanda and I am in 10th grade. I have a little sister Jacquelyn who is in 7th grade this year also. We call her Jack for short. Our parents are usually pretty laid back when it comes to us. Mom and I get along really well she is my friend and someone I can go to with all of my problems. And when I am sick she is always there to take care of me. I love my mom so much. She has been teaching me how to cook lately and so I have been spending some of my time on weekends learning from her in the kitchen. It is fun and I feel pride when the family sits down at the table and Dad and or my little sister make comments about how good the meal is. Then I get to tell them that I made it! That makes me really happy that they like my cooking. I am also very excited because in 6 months I get my temporary driver's license so everyone stay off the sidewalks because this girl will be driving. Dad said he will be happy to take me out and teach me to drive. Jack says there is no way she will ride in the car with me. But I am not worried. I am sure I will do fine. Both Jack and I on occasion wet the bed. Jack has been doing it almost every night now lately and my mom has put her back in diapers at night. She don’t seem to mind it at all. Heck on Saturday mornings she and I get up early to watch cartoons and she will be sitting there beside me in her wet diaper as if it is nothing. Usually before my parents get up she pees in it again sitting there beside me. It is just pretty normal around my house. I thankfully only wet the bed a couple times a month now so mom just deals with the sheets and my clothes when it happens. Chapter 2 schools out Finally school let out for Christmas break. I put my stuff in my locker, went to the bathroom to pee, and put my coat and boots on for the journey home. It has snowed again last night and all morning so we had about 5 inches of snow to drudge through. Jack gets out at a different time than me and her school is a couple miles from mine so we don’t walk together home anymore as I am now at the high school. Part way home I met up with a couple other friends of mine and we all walked together chatting about some of the boys we liked and what we were going to do over the break. Before I knew it they had all turned off onto their road and I was back to walking alone for the last 4 blocks to my house. Finally upon arriving home, I kicked my boots off, took my coat off and went right to the kitchen to see what mom was making for dinner as I was getting hungry already. I had not had too big of a lunch today. Jack was at the table working on a coloring book she had and I stopped over to see what she was doing. It was a cute picture and she asked me to color a page with her….so I agreed. I grabbed another coloring book and sat down beside her and we both talked and colored until Dad came home from work and dinner was about ready to eat. We had to clear and set the table for dinner. Jack usually sets the plates and salad bowls and I put out the silverware. Mom made Swiss Steak, homemade mashed potatoes and salad with some homemade bread that made the house smell so good. We sat down to dinner and as Dad and Mom chatted about whatever, Jack and I gobbled our dinner down because it was about time to watch one of our favorite TV shows. After we cleaned our plates and Mom made Jack eat her salad we asked to be excused and Dad said yes. We got up and turned on the TV and both of us sat there watching TV. Once our parents finished eating Dad came in and said ok you two, clear the table and wash the dishes. Mom worked hard to make the meal, and you two are going to clean it up. I said Dad can we wait until the show is over please? Dad said yes but then get in there and clean up. While the show finished Mom washed the pots and pans and then they headed up stairs. On the next commercial Jack jumped up, holding herself and ran to the potty. I had to go too. She was taking forever in there. She finally came down and as she walked toward me I could see the crotch of her pants and down the inside of her legs was wet. She sat beside me as the show came back on. I didn’t say anything to her because I really don’t care. Not my problem. But my need to pee was getting worse myself. Finally the show ended and I jumped up and ran to the potty. When I got done I grabbed her and we headed to clean up the kitchen and do the dishes as Dad had asked us to do. Once finished we went back to watching TV. The rest of the night was spent watching TV, and texting my friends from school while Jack played with a game of hers. Mom and Dad had came back down stairs and mom was on the phone with one of her friends and Dad was reading the news paper. 9:30 came around and Jack was kind of looking really tired laying on the floor sort of falling asleep. Mom came in the room seeing her like that and said Jack, Go up to the potty, and then get a diaper and bring it down here to me so we can get you ready for bed. She said ok and slowly walked up stairs. Later I heard the toilet flush, the water running in the sink, then Jack slowly walked back down stairs with her diaper and handed it to Mom. Mom told her to lay on the floor and she did. Mom took her pants off of her and her panties both of which had dried completely from her accident earlier. Mom diapered her up and told her to get into her pajamas, put her clothes in the laundry as for some reason they smell a little like pee and she will be up to tuck her in shortly. Jack agreed and off she went upstairs in her diaper. Mom looked at me and said Amanda, at 10 PM I want you in bed. I said ok Mom. and went back to watching TV. She told Dad she was going to tuck Jack in and then go to bed herself. Dad said he would be up later and kissed her. Mom went upstairs and put Jack to bed and went to bed herself. 9:55 came around and Dad said give me the remote now, you won’t be needing it anymore. I said ok, got up and handed it to him. I kissed him good night and went up stairs. I went in and peed on the toilet and then to my room to change into my pajamas and went to bed. Chapter 3, Saturday The next thing I knew it was 7:30 AM and Jack was in my room in her wet diaper and pajama top telling me to get up. I woke up and told her to go away, I wanted to sleep in…...though in reality all of the sudden I had to pee really badly. She said please come down stairs with me. I knew between my full bladder and her I was not going to win, so I said alright. I flipped the blanket off and sat up in bed. She walked out of my room as I stood up. Oh My God I have to pee. I took off for the bathroom, closed the door, pulled my pajama bottoms down and started peeing in my panties standing over the toilet. I quickly sat on the toilet panties still on and peed. Thankfully I was quick enough to miss my pajama bottoms as my bottom was sort of over the toilet when I lost it. After I finished peeing I waited for my panties to stop dripping before I stood up. I removed my pajama bottoms and inspected them to make sure they were not wet and they were not. I took off my panties and put them in the sink and turned the water on. I got a washcloth and cleaned up the pee from my bottom and legs and put my pajama bottoms back on. I rinsed out my panties and squeezed all the excess water out of them and headed back to my room. I can’t believe I just did that. Oh well.. I took my pajamas off, put on some clean panties and jeans and a nice top and then went downstairs to join jack who was sitting in front of the TV in her now really wet diaper. I sat beside her and she said it is about time. I said shut up, your lucky I got up for you at all. Then I thought to myself I guess I am lucky I got up too or I would have had a wet bed again. Another hour passed and our parents finally came downstairs. Mom said Jack go get that diaper off and put some clothes on. She said ok and went up stairs. Mom called me into the Kitchen to help her make breakfast while Dad turned the news on TV. Mom and I decided to make scrambled eggs, Sausage patties, hashbrowns and toast. Mom got the coffee pot going for her and Dad. Jack came down dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. Dad said it was supposed to snow even more today but not be as cold. He said today will be a high of 28 which is a lot better than the other day when we had a high of 9. Soon we had breakfast done and Mom had Jack and I set the table. Mom brought the food out and we ate. Saturdays are great because Dad is home with us also. Dad asked if we wanted to go sled riding today for a few hours? Both Jack and I said heck yes! How soon can we go? Dad said after we eat lunch Mom will take you as I have to work on my car in the garage. It needs an oil change and an alternator put on it. We were pretty happy about that. The rest of the morning dragged on while Mom and Dad took her car and went shopping and we stayed home. Once they returned Dad had me and Jack help unload the car and put the groceries away. Dad took the trash out, and our Parents brought home KFC Chicken, mashed potatoes, and beans for Lunch for us. They had already eaten while they were out. Jack and I gobbled down the meals and drank the diet cokes down and said can we go sled ride now! Mom laughed and said yes. Get your snow suit and boots on and we will leave shortly. First, both of you go pee. We said ok and ran up stairs to the toilet. Jack went in first and I Waited in the hall, when she was done I went in peed, washed my hands and ran back down stairs to bundle up and wait for mom. Mom made us wear winter hats and earmuffs also. Mom bundled up and we headed to the nearby city park where there was a huge hill. There were quite a few kids there sled riding already and we took our sleds out of the car and took off for the hill. Mom said she would be at the bottom of the hill as she took out her lawn chair and phone and sat down off to the side and kept herself busy doing something. Jack and I must have gone up and down that hill what seemed like 100 times in a hour. We were tired and jack was kind of holding herself and squirming. I had to admit I was kind of really needing to pee also but this was so much fun I did not want to quit. We went down the hill a few more times when jack at the bottom crossed her legs really tight and grabbed her crotch. She looked at me and said she just peed a little in her pants. I said well let's go tell mom. We walked over to mom with our sleds and I said Mom, we have a problem. Jack just peed her pants a little bit and she has to go really bad. Mom said ok then let's head back home. I said no….I don’t want to stop playing yet. Jack agreed she did not want to stop playing yet either. As she jumped up and down holding herself with her legs crossed. Mom looked at Jack and said alright, then just go ahead and pee your pants Jack, you're already wet anyhow. Jack without saying a word removed her hand from her crotch and as she spread her legs out a stream of pee was running off of her boot into the snow. In a moment Jack took off for the hill to go down again. Mom looked at me and said well, are you going to keep playing? I said I……...I have to pee also. Mom said then go ahead and join your sister. I said thanks mom and took off for the hill. On the way walking to the hill I let it go in my pants. By the time I got to the bottom of the hill my bladder was empty and my pants were soaked. I got to the top and zoomed down behind Jack. when I got down the hill jack was waiting for me to walk back up with her. I said don’t feel bad, I peed my pants too. Jack looked at me and smiled and we went back to playing. Another hour passed and I was really tired and so was Jack. We went down one last time and decided to call it quits. Jack picked up her sled and then stopped. I turned to see what she was doing and she was peeing again. Once done we continued back to mom. Mom was now standing instead of sitting in her chair waiting for us. She was also no longer standing with the other women as most of them had left. But she was standing alone at the end of the park now. We headed over to her and she said are you girls ready to leave now? I said yes lets go I am tired and getting cold now. She said ok and as she turned to walk away the footprint in the snow where she was standing was yellow and the snow was melted on one side of the print where her shoe was. I then looked really close her black jeans and the inside was dark. Mom had also peed her pants there at the park. Jack did not notice anything. As we got to the car mom put a towel on her seat to sit down on and we got in the back. We drove home and Dad was just finishing up fixing his car. We got out of the car and Mom made us wait outside the garage for her as she went in to talk to Dad. While standing there getting colder and colder, my bladder was again getting full. Being still in my snow suit and peed jeans from before, I relaxed and let it out peeing my pants again standing there outside our garage. Jack was over in the yard trying to make snowballs to throw at me. After I finished peeing my pants, I returned fire and Jack and I got into a snowball fight. Mom came out and said ok you two, lets get in the house and get you cleaned up. We got in the house and removed our boots and snow suits to reveal our very wet pee soaked jeans. Mine was much wetter than Jacks as I had just peed them again. Mom said both of you, into the shower. Get those clothes off and both of you shower together and get dressed. Dad is taking us to a drive in movie tonight. We were like awesome and we ran up stairs to get undressed, get into the shower and rinse off. And then get some clean clothes on. We put the peed pants and stuff down the laundry shoot and headed down stairs. Mom then went up to get herself cleaned up and change and shower. Mom had put some Macaroni and Cheese in the oven as we were in the shower so we had some dinner while Dad asked me to make a salad for everyone. Jack sat on the couch watching TV with Dad. Soon Mom came back down wearing a nice dress and heels and had her hair done etc. We sat down to dinner and as we ate Dad explained that this was an old fashioned drive in theatre. He then asked do you know what that is? Jack said no! I said well not exactly no? Dad said we will be in the car for the entire time. We pull into the movie lot, pay for admission and there is a speaker that you put in your car so you can hear the movie and you watch it on a huge screen through the front window of the car. I was like wow, no way? He said yes way! He said but here is the thing. From the time we leave until we get back which could be 3 to 4 hours with traffic we can’t get out of the car at all. So I would like to put both of you in diapers for the night so that when you have to pee, you can do it right there in the car. Jack said ok I will Daddy. Dad said thank you. Then he looked at me. I said a diaper? Dad said I don’t want you peeing your pants in the car, and I know how you always have to go. So we are going to put you and your sister in a diaper for the evening. I reluctantly agreed. After all it is not the first time I have been in a diaper…. Just the first time it was not in bed. We finished eating cleaned up the kitchen and then mom told us both to go pee and then go into our rooms. Jack went first and mom went into her room. Jack came out of the bathroom and went into her room to get her diaper on as I went in to try to pee. I could not. I just did not have to go. After some time of trying Mom said Amanda, what are you doing in there. I said I don’t have to pee mom. She said fine come out then. I got off the toilet and pulled my panties and pants up and came out. Mom laid me on my bed on my back, removed my pants and panties and then had me raise my bottom off the bed. She stuck the diaper under me and then applied some of Jack’s baby powder to me and then proceeded to take the diaper on me. She then told me to wear a skirt with my diaper instead of the tight jeans. I got up and put on a skirt and came down stairs. Jack was sitting on the couch in trousers and you could see the bulge of the diaper under them. She didn’t really care. I was glad Mom suggested the skirt for me. Soon we were on our way to the movie. As we pulled into the lot sitting in the line of traffic all of the sudden I had to pee and pee badly. Sometimes I hate my body. Knowing I had the diaper on I relaxed and peed in the diaper. Gheesh, we were not even parked for the movie and I peed already. I hope this diaper holds a lot. Jack was playing her game on her toy and I was interested in how this movie thing worked. Soon we were parked and Dad brought the speaker into the car and put the window back up. It was cool the screen was huge and there was cartoons playing on it now. Dad got out and walked toward the back of the car and then vanished. Soon he came back with two huge containers of popcorn, and 4 Diet cokes for us to drink. He handed us two of the Cokes and one tub of popcorn. Jack and I began to watch the Disney movie that was playing. I had actually never seen 101 Dalmatians before. So we enjoyed the movie. With in no time of drinking half that coke I had to pee again and let it out in my diaper. This was pee number 2 and the movie had been playing about 40 minutes. My Coke was not gone yet and my diaper was filling up. The movie was interesting and soon my Coke was gone and I was full of popcorn too. Mom and Dad mumbled something about intermission needing to get here soon. A few more moments and the movie stopped and a big advertisement came on and in big letters it said INTERMISSION! Mom and Dad said they would be right back, keep the car doors locked. We did and Jack said that she really liked the movie. I had to pee again and let it out...but this time I felt it running on my leg and under my bottom. I reached down and the seat was wet. My inner thigh was wet, and my bottom was wet also. I said oh no! Jack said what is wrong? I said my diaper leaked on the seat. Jack looked down at the seat and then laid back in hers. When our parents returned I told them my diaper just leaked all over the seat of the car. Dad turned around and turned on the dome lights. He asked how many times did I pee in it? I said this is the third time. He looked at mom and said did you bring extra diapers? Mom said yes she did thankfully. Dad told Jack to go up front with mom for a little bit and then told me to lay down on the seat on my back with my head where Jack was sitting. He opened the back door and pulled my dress up under my back. He got a towel and wiped up the vinyl seat and then removed my very soaked diaper. He put the wet diaper on the floor, put the clean one under me. He said I am sorry I don’t have any wipes for you as he brought the diaper up and taped it on me. He then helped me sit back up. I have to admit it felt really good to be in a clean dry diaper. He said let me know if you pee 2 times in this one and we will change you so it does not go on the seat again ok? I said yes Daddy. He then went around and told Jack to get in the back and lay her head on my lap so he could change her. She did and soon we were both in nice dry diapers as the movie started back up. I did find myself needing to pee again and let it out in the diaper before the movie ended. We really liked the movie and once it was over Dad put the speaker back out on the stand and we headed to get in line behind the others trying to leave. That was cool and it was getting late. I looked over and Jack was sleeping sitting there in the seat. Finally on the road I was getting tired too. Mom and Dad were quiet. As we neared the house I asked how soon before we get home? Dad said a few more blocks why? I said I need to pee again. Mom said just use your diaper, that is what it is for. I said oh...ok and relaxed and wet it. I said I am so tired I can’t keep my eyes open. Can I wear a diaper to bed also tonight? I have been peeing so much I am afraid I will have a bad night again tonight. Mom looked at Dad and asked what he thought? Dad said he didn’t care as long as I was not going to want diapered every night again. I agreed to that and Mom said when we get in I will change both of you and tuck you into bed. I said Jack has been sleeping the entire time. Mom said well then she is more than likely wet too. We pulled into the driveway, and I got out and stretched my legs. Mom opened the door and gently woke Jack up and then Dad came around and carried her into the house. He laid her on the couch. Mom came down stairs from using the toilet again and pulled Jack’s pants off exposing a very wet diaper. Mom told me to run up to my room and bring down two diapers, the wipes and baby powder so she could change both of us. I turned and got halfway up the steps when mom said also take your skirt off and your top and come back down in just your diaper and pajama top. I said ok and went into my room, removed my skirt and T-shirt, put on my pajama top and looked in my full length mirror. I actually looked pretty cute in that wet diaper. I went into Jack’s room and grabbed a diaper for her and one for me, the powder and the wipes and headed down stairs. Dad passed me on the steps headed to the bathroom himself. Mom finished changing Jack as Dad came down stairs and picked her up and carried her tired little body to bed. Mom tossed her wet diaper on the floor beside the couch and then told me to lay down. She pulled me toward her body spreading my legs to each side of her as she pulled the tapes off of my diaper. She remarked how she could not believe how wet I was again. I said I know I told you I was worried about peeing in the car again. Mom took the wipes and cleaned my skin, slid a clean dry diaper under me and then applied some baby powder that felt really good then proceeded to diaper me up. I got up and she patted my bottom and told me to head to bed. I kissed her good night and then kissed daddy and went to bed. Chapter 4 Sunday As I drifted off to sleep I was thinking about how much fun we had today both sled riding and the cool movie on the huge screen that we could watch from inside the car. I reached down under the blanket and felt my diaper. I had an odd sense of comfort and protection and quickly fell asleep. As the sun shine hit my eyes I woke from my sleep to see it was Sunday Morning. I flipped the covers off of my body and rolled my feet onto the floor. I looked down at my wet diaper and could remember one time waking up in the middle of the night and relaxing and wetting my diaper. I stood up and stretched and had to pee again. I looked in my mirror as I stood there peeing in the diaper again. I then brushed my hair and headed down stairs. This time I was actually up before Jack. I thought about going to get her up for once, but decided against it. I flipped on the TV and sat on the floor in my wet diaper and pajama top. Soon Jack came down dressed the same and sat beside me. She looked over at me and was a little surprised to see me in a diaper also. She said didn’t you take that diaper off last night? I said mom changed me into another diaper after she changed you last night so I just used it. She said oh that is ok...I just use my diaper too most of the time. I am scared to get up in the dark to go pee. I told her I did not blame her at all and wished mom would let me wear diapers every night too. I said this was really nice to not have to get up to pee, and again this morning I got out of bed and just let it out in my diaper. She giggled and said she does the same. We went back to watching TV until our parents got up. Soon Mom and Dad came down stairs. They took one look at us and shook their heads. Mom said I thought kids were supposed to get older not younger as time goes by? Dad said what do you mean as he looked over at both of us sitting there in wet diapers and watching TV. He snickered and said let them be kids. They are growing up too fast as it is. Mom agreed and called me to come help her make breakfast. I waddled into the kitchen and helped her cook breakfast. Standing at the stove stirring the scrambled eggs as they were cooking I felt the urge to pee again and let it out in the diaper. Now it felt really heavy and was feeling wet on my skin. I knew if I told mom, she would make me take it off and put panties on, but if I didn’t tell mom and I sat down it would probably get the dining room chair all wet. I was not really in the mood to go back up stairs and get cleaned up. So I chose to say nothing. We set the table and I sat down and felt the pee squeeze around my butt and onto my legs. I without looking to draw attention to myself reached down to my chair and it was wet. I wiped the pee off of my fingers onto my pajama top and proceeded to eat without saying a word. At this point I was probably in trouble anyhow so I might as well not care. After breakfast mom told us both to go sit on the couch for a moment and then we would get a shower and clean up for the day. I got up and waddled to the living room with pee dripping down the back of my legs as I walked. There was a small puddle on the dining room chair where I was sitting. I sat down and felt more squish out of my diaper onto the vynl of the couch cushion. I had to pee again now but didn’t dare let it out in the diaper sitting here. Mom came in an said we are going to the mall today and visiting our Aunt for a few hours so she wanted us to dress nicely. My Aunt was sure to have Christmas presents for all of us. I stood up and started peeing in the diaper as soon as I stood up and it was not on purpose. I had to go so bad. Mom looked at the couch cushion where I was sitting and it was wet, about then the diaper failed me and pee poured down the inside of my right leg splashing on the floor. Mom’s eyes got big as she gasp, Amanda what did you do? I started to act upset and fake cry as I said I don’t know mommy, I stood up and it just came out of me. Which was actually the truth. But I did not volunteer the three other times I peed on purpose. Mom yelled for Dad to come quick and bring paper towels to help clean up my mess. I stood there and could not move as the diaper was hanging down on me. Dad looked at me and told Jack to go get another diaper and bring it down quickly. Mom said don’t move. I said ok and stood there. At this point what harm would there be in finishing to empty my bladder so I just let the rest out and more pee cascaded down my legs to the floor where mom had just cleaned it up. She looked at me..are you peeing again? I said yes mommy but I think I am done now. Dad took the clean diaper from Jack, opened it up and put it between my legs to catch the pee that was pooled in the diaper I had on. Mom removed the tapes and the diaper fell down onto the diaper Dad was holding under me. The pee ran over the side of the diaper and onto the one Dad was holding minimizing the mess on the floor. Jack just looked at me in shock. Mom told Jack to go back up and get two more diapers and bring them down. Mom told me to get right into the shower and clean up, and come right back down here as she will put me back in a diaper for now until we see what is going on. I agreed very happy inside as I kind of liked being in a diaper. I told mom the dining room chair might be wet too. Dad rolled his eyes and went to check. I went up and got my shower. I came out went into my room to put on a bra and came down stairs so mom could diaper me up. Mom put my diaper on, then removed Jack’s and told her to do the same. Mom said I think in light of this, we will just keep both of you diapered for the day. Jack nodded and went to get her shower. Dad said he was headed to the Medical supply store to get some thicker diapers for us. He returned with them saying we had the thickest diapers they carry already. He had purchased another pack and a pack of what is called booster pads to put in our diapers so that we could get more use from the diaper. Dad then went on line in search of thicker heavier diapers for us. Mom took out two more diapers and put the boosters in them and said she would put these on us just before we leave. She told me to go get the kitchen cleaned up and I did. While washing dishes I had to pee again as usual, only this time I could just let it out in my diaper. Once finished Jack and I went upstairs to get dressed into something nice. We came back down stairs and I went back to the kitchen to get some juice to drink. Then came in and joined Jack at playing a game as we had to pass the time until we left. Mom told Dad to pack at least 4 diapers and boosters in the car just incase and he said yeah...I think I will pack 6. Someone here seems to not only be peeing more than normal, but is loading herself up in the process as he looked at me finishing up my glass of juice. I got a sad look on my face and Mom said Amanda, Dad is just being funny it is ok. You will be diapered so it does not matter. I smiled and went back to playing the game with Jack. The phone rang and Mom answered it. It was our Aunt. She said that they did not go to church today so it was ok to come over. Mom said ok see you in a few and hung up the phone. Mom said ok girls, time for a diaper change and then we are leaving. Mom Said Amanda come and lay down here. I stood up and felt like I needed to pee. I said, I have to pee right now. Mom said oh, ok go ahead and fill that diaper up then. Jack come on up here. As mom changed Jack’s diaper and put the booster pad in it, I wet my diaper again. I noticed the booster pad made Jack’s diaper much thicker between her legs. Her pants showed the diaper bulge pretty good now. Mom said Jack, why don’t you both wear a dress today. Jack said no Mommy, I want to wear my pants. Mom shrugged her shoulders and said ok as she helped her off the couch. Mom looked at me and asked “ are you done peeing yet?” I said yep, just finished. I walked over and laid down on the couch so mom could change my diaper. Unlike Jack as soon as I felt how thick my diaper was now, I told mom flat out I am not wearing pants with this diaper. Mom agreed and took my pants off of me. I walked up stairs and changed into a blouse and skirt. The skirt was a little shorter than I wanted it to be, but as long as I kept my legs together it would be ok I thought. I came down stairs as Jack was putting the game away. I grabbed my coat and we headed off to the car. When I sat down in the car I noticed my legs were kind of held apart by the diaper. But my skirt rested between my legs so I would be ok. We headed to our Aunt’s house and upon arrival we got out of the car and went in. I sat on the chair in the corner of the room with my legs crossed waiting to see what was going to happen. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen with my Aunt and Uncle talking. Soon she brought out some christmas candy and cookies she had made. The living room was all decorated for Christmas as was the tree. It was so pretty. My Uncle brought us in some kids wine to drink which was pretty much fruit punch. Jack and I drank it down as it was really good and got a refill. Mom said don’t you two drink too much now. My aunt quickly chimed in, it will be ok, the bathroom is right down the hall girls drink up. Mom did not say anything and then asked Dad to bring in the bag. Dad went out and brought in the bag of diapers, wipes etc. and put them in the guest bedroom. Soon I had to pee and relaxed and filled my diaper. This only made my diaper get thicker and spread my legs out more. I could no longer keep my legs crossed. I got up from the chair and sat on the floor with Jack. We laughed and played some games with my Uncle and ate more candy and drank more kids wine. As the night progressed My Aunt and Uncle demanded a family photo and brought out chairs for us to sit on. Jack was to stand beside me sitting on the chair while my Dad and Mom were to stand behind us. As I sat down and Jack went beside us my skirt rode up my leg some. My Aunt snapped the picture of us, and we got up and went and sat back down. Mom asked how I was doing and I said I am ok for now but did go 3 times. Mom stuck her finger down Jack’s diaper and said to let her know if either of us go again. I said ok and Jack agreed. The camera my Aunt was using was an old thing called a polaroid. All I know is the picture comes out of the camera right away and then in a about 5 minutes you can see the picture. It is pretty cool really. My Uncle grabbed the picture off the table and looked at it. He said we might have to retake this one. As he showed it to my Aunt. My aunt looked at the picture and then looked at me. Amanda….are you…..can you come here? I got up and walked over to her. She took me back into the bedroom and showed me the picture. My dress had pulled up so far you could clearly see my diaper and the fact that it was wet. My face turned red. My Aunt said I did not know you were having problems honey. It is ok we will retake this picture ok? I said thank you. My Aunt pulled my skirt up and checked my diaper. She said does Jacquelyn know about this? I said she wears diapers too. My Aunt said oh well ok then….and she walked out of the room. She went into the kitchen and said point blank to my mom, you didn’t tell me both of your daughters were still in diapers? My mom said well I didn’t think you needed to worry about that. My Aunt said she didn’t mean anything mean by it. Just it took her by surprise when this picture developed and she showed my mom the picture looking up my skirt. Mom said yeah, we better retake this one. And that bag I put in your guest room is diapers for the girls. I will need to change them at least once tonight. My Aunt said she would be glad to help if mom needed and she can put our wet diapers in her kitchen trash as it will be taken out tonight anyhow. Mom said ok thank you. Well that was a bit embarrassing but now I don’t need to hide my diaper anymore. I got back up in the chair I was sitting in and this time let my legs stay where they rested no longer caring if people could see my diaper. We turned the TV on for a while and soon I found myself having to pee again. I relaxed and let it out in my diaper. I forgot that mom had told me to tell her when I peed again so I didn’t say a word. Soon my Uncle came in and turned the TV off. He said it is Presents time. I was super excited as was Jack. He told us both to sit on the floor with our legs out so he could put the presents between our legs for us. This of course made my skirt ride way up completely exposing my now really wet diaper. My Aunt said after the presents it looks like a diaper change is needed Amanda. I said ok. At this point I could care less about getting my diaper changed. My Uncle was giving us presents. Jack said oh by the way mom, I just peed again. Mom said ok, you two open your gifts then we will change you. My uncle handed out our gifts to both of us and we opened them. They were awesome. One of my things was something I had wanted for a long time. A necklace that was kind of expensive. Mom must have told them because they got the exact one. I jumped up and gave my uncle and aunt a big hug and kiss on the cheek and told them how happy I was and thanked them. I sat back and opened my other gift. Jack was pretty excited too. We love Christmas. My parents exchanged gifts with my aunt and uncle also and they sat on the couch talking. Without even thinking about it I felt the urge to pee and let it out sitting there on the floor. I looked down and felt my diaper as my Aunt looked up and saw me. She asked if I had just wet again and I said yes. She said I could go change my diaper in the spare room. I looked at her like um…...Mom chimed in that I have only been back in diapers since yesterday and did not know how to put a diaper on. My aunt then offered to change me and i looked at mom and she nodded that it was ok. As I got up to go with my Aunt, my mom asked jack how she was doing...And she responded I am really wet also mommy. Mom asked my Dad to go get a diaper and booster for her and dad said ok. As he came into the room my Aunt was just taking my wet diaper off. Dad took out a diaper for Jack and then had to wait until my aunt was done with me to get the wipes and powder. My Aunt did a really good job actually other than me reminding her to put the booster in the diaper first. I felt much better and went back out into the living room where mom had Jack on the floor naked changing her diaper. Soon we were back to celebrating our first of a few Christmases that week. I ended up conveniently forcing my Mom to keep me in diapers until 3 days before school started back up. Then magically I was able to hold my pee again. Well mostly. I actually did wet the bed one night in my sleep, and on a trip home from the mall one time I made it to the house and peed my jeans waiting for mom to get the key in the lock. Not bad for spending almost two weeks in diapers 24/7 then trying cold Turkey to go back to being out of diapers. The next couple weeks I had a one accident walking home from school, but that was fixed when I just put a note in my locker to remind me to pee before I leave school even if I don’t feel like I have to go. Mom canceled the doctor's appointment she made as other than the one bed wetting and one time walking home from school I was back to normal. Every couple weeks on a Friday night mom would let me wear a diaper to bed, and I would run around Saturday morning in it with Jack. It was kind of like a treat for doing well in school. Other than that I was only allowed to wear a diaper if we went on a long trip somewhere, or to a concert, ball game, etc. Once I turned 18 I had a job working part time and bought my own diapers. Mom said she really did not want me to wear them all the time as it would make me lazy. I told her I understood but it is my life and I am 18 now. Please understand. Mom said but your under my roof. I said ok mom…..So what I ended up doing was wearing diapers to bed every night and in the morning I put them in a plastic bag and stuck them in my backpack to take to school or work with me that morning. On Sundays I would put the wet diaper in the bag up on my closet shelf in the back so it would not be found until I could get it out of the house. This worked for me until summer when I graduated. I did talk my mom into letting me wear a diaper to graduation and she agreed. Summer was not so easy to get away with wearing. I tried to not wear my first night. I could hardly get to sleep with nothing between my legs. And that morning I woke up in a soaked bed that I had to clean up. So my goal now was to figure out how to talk my Mom into letting me wear at least at night. That night I sat Mom and Dad down and said look. Please don’t get upset with me. I am 18 now, and mostly responsible for myself. I have also been wetting the bed more often now than before. I have to wear diapers at night as I am tired of washing my sheets and clothes, and it is raising your water bill too. Dad chimed in right there and said well if you need diapers what is the problem? You have a job buy them. Mom looked at him and said well…..I told her a while ago she was not to wear them, it is going to make her more lazy and she will never get out of them. I said but mommy, it is my problem now and I am sure I will get back out of them soon enough. Dad said honey, it is not hurting anything or anyone and it is saving our washing machine and water bill. Mom reluctantly agreed and said she would say no more about it. She walked in the kitchen and went back to making dinner. Dad winked at me and said happy? I said yes, thank you daddy. He said now go buy yourself some diapers. I said I will right now thanks. I couldn’t tell him I already had a case in my room. Ha Ha. The good thing is now when I order them online I can have them shipped to my house instead of to the fedEx store for me to have to pick up. Diapers make my life so much easier and less stressful. I have a feeling Jack will be in diapers also for a very long time.
  10. No apology necessary - forums are not a full time participation job. I think it would be fair to do like some of the others and RePost them (Adding Repost to the title). In some cases it would be great to have the whole story posted without comments or interruption breaks in the middle. Also if the author edited or changed something in the story it would be a chance to post the edited version. Even some of the previous stories could use some help in this area cleaning up old critic comments of no present value. When I save stories I do just that copy the story content cutting and editing out the critic and comments. With Copy Paste (Select) word programs it would be not be too hard an issue to repost and place them in the COMPLETED STORIES section of this forum. And lastly posting the stories in one uniform font making it easier to read. Actually what I would like to see in the Completed Stories section is an Index by author to find stories by a specific author much faster rather than paging thru pages to find a story.
  11. On a primitive note: a waist belt (locked on of course) with short chains going to ankle restraints (also locked) will prevent the legs from being extended therefore the result will be having to crawl to move about the play area. About those rounded bottom shoes - Sketchers had some marketed awhile back that were a real dud with a lawsuit. These had a small inverted arch to walk on rolling the foot as one walked supposedly burning more weight loss calories. But the idea in this forum was for the shoe to be like inside a ball making walking standing any useful function impossible unless someone had extraordinary athletic ability to walk on two balls of which the larger the design making it even more difficult.
  12. Please change the font to the forum default - LARGER for us visually impaired - Oh and Thanks - now where did I put that magnifying glass.
  13. Would help to give us a time frame that you read this - a couple of months - a year ago ? What story (web) site did you perchance read this in - something current - past - archived (wayback) ? In the same area a personal question what sites do you visit ? Daily Diapers obviously - Sissy Kiss - Petticoat - ADISC - Fictionmania - etc. ? Anything odd/other than wearing diapers in a new town - only diapers worn - plastic panties ? baby clothing ? sissy attire ? Was this new town a plain ordinary jane town or a something in another dimension ? Political religiously correct ? There is more to this tracking searching finding clues leads - any key words that you remember ? Do you save your stories - do a history time search for things to refresh you mind memory ? Sherlock ----- "Shirley" you are not putting us on with a troll search ! LOL ! Watson come here read this ! POST NOTE: Other readers looking for stories - think about helping us out searching for that 'Holy Grail" you seek - a vague description of a black hole is not going to shed much light !
  14. A picture image says a lot - even more amusing when sitting in ones own devilish confinement and mess !
  15. View Vancouver as the cosmopolitan San Francisco of Canada ! Vancouver is not only a city but a huge island off the coast and part of BC. As a neat way to visit consider taking an cruise out of Vancouver.