sissy2baby

It's "Di" Sexual for me as in divided relative to the sexual aspects. At one time it was asexual although definitely bordering strongly towards the fetish very early on. I believe this began asexually because most of the connections occurred slightly before puberty. However, a couple of experiences later changed all of that fostering some very strong sexual connections and deep emotional responses to diapers and diapering. Remarkably I can be both, hence that Di Sexual aspect or rather which way I go is almost completely dependent on who it is I'm with and how they approach it.

It's been said that we don't remember days, only moments. I don't remember the day but I do remember that first moment mom talked about diapers and plastic pants. My sister was months old then, born near my eighth birthday, and soon after she was born I began wetting my bed. We shared the room, my sister and I, and mom was changing her from her nap when she asked me to come feel the mattress. My sister's mattress was dry and I said so and mom explained why - again. I knew what she was saying and the reason for it and how excited I was. A few times before this she had talked about putting me back into diapers and plastic pants and it was both thrilling and frightening that notion. Washing everyday was becoming difficult, although it was waking to cold wet bedding and clothes that I hated most. I don't remember the words but at some point I agreed and clearly she was hoping I would because she already had those diapers and plastic pants ready. I'd wear them that very night and for the remainder of the day it was all I could think of. When dinner ended and my sister already fast asleep I returned to my room to be diapered. It was just as I imagined, perhaps even better laying over the diaper she took a moment to fold. I was on my back, legs slightly apart, already laying on the diaper when she sprinkled me with baby powder. My room had already begun smelling like baby powder from my sister and I loved that smell. Even more so now that it was on me. She used both hands to bring the diaper on and over me, and I remember it spreading widely between my thighs before she pinned it closed with diaper pins. When she brought the plastic pants up I bent my legs at the knees raising them so she could slip the baby pants over my feet before extending them up almost straight so she could tug them on. I raised my bottom and those too were set in place. She was very proud of me for being so understanding and was sure that I wouldn't have to wear them for very long before my bed wetting would end. She said that last, covering me with just the top sheet before leaving me alone. As soon as she left I began to admire what I was wearing. I don't know how long I laid there playing over the soft plastic but I do remember that doing so was incredibly erotic (a word I wouldn't use for years to come), and before long I was rubbing myself till I brought myself to a dry climax. For months to come that was my routine, adding my sister's pacifiers and an occasional baby bottle filled with water to those nightly fantasies. The image of a thick cloth diaper pinned on with diaper pins, under plastic baby pants gathering separately over the diaper has always been a huge turn on for me. The smell of freshly washed cotton diapers, baby powder and that unique smell of plastic baby pants has never left me. Calling myself a diaper lover has never seemed powerful enough.

When I began learning to fly the first thing you also learn is that trying to go potty is next to impossible. I've likened it to trying to pee in a Volkswagen on a bumpy road. I carry four disposables and two pair of snap-on plastic pants and get into my diaper and a pair of plastic pants before my pre-flight. It's very comfortable and so very practical. I've also grown accustom to wearing them when I know I'm going to be out and about for a time or for long drives. I'll wear a All-Through-The-Night under a pair of plastic pants. I carry a change in a small back pack.

I remember one time, around the age of five, that mom had to put some kind of salve on my bottom for a rash. Not sure what caused it, but she borrowed a diaper and plastic pants from a neighbor and had me wear those to school under a pair of overalls and tee shirt. I went to the bathroom in a stall so none of the other kids would know but I remember being very excited for most all of that day. Ironically about two years later I would begin wetting my bed after my sister was born and was put back into diapers and plastic pants by my aunt. I became deeply hooked on them from then on.

On top of most everything else, I do have a strong fetish for plastic pants. It was a cousin who turned me on them after discovering I wore diapers and plastic pants to bed. He was curious about the diapers and what they felt like but didn't much care for them after a short trial period. He did keep the plastic pants on and before long that was all I was wearing. We played with each other after he took the initiative and I was hooked. Sissy2Baby

You have "are" having a wonderful time of it and I believe there are far more of "us" than people realize. Hugs Mary Beth

I am a precocious toddler girl discovering almost every day how much fun it is "not" acting my age, nor gender, and it began when I discovered that my sister's things were prettier. When she arrived I was eight years older. I loved her dearly and she became my first doll. Ultimately she also became my first role model. I went back into diapers and plastic pants a year later for bed wetting, and thanks to a lot of girl cousins... dresses. I love cloth diapers, soft girlish baby pants and something silky covering me. Sissy 2 Baby

It really is the little things that count and they are easier to acquire and hide. I began by buying a toddler girl's birthday card as a "cover" then something cute and adorable as a gift. A girl's pacifier first, baby bottle next, jewelry (bracelet, etc.), a soft satin cuddly doll, baby blanket set and so on. You might also enjoy, as I do, shopping the thrift stores in your area... almost everything a baby girl or sissy baby needs can be found for pennies on the dollar and there are just scads of little things that will tug at you including some of the cutest plushy and cuddly dolls you'll find. Moreover, you can also find a lot of retro style "girl's" toys and accessories including my newest and most favorite nylon quilted baby blanket. Ebay is a really great resource for little girl clothes in our sizes (plus) and nothing is more enjoyable and more feminine (or sissy) than some of the 1950's retro baby doll nightgowns I've won. In those days the baby doll was actually inspired by the Bishop or "float" baby dress (no waist), and some include puffed sleeves, two layers of nylon (the first is almost always opaque) and even panties that will easily fit over a diaper and plastic pants. Rarely is the cost too prohibitive if your on a budget, and even if your not it's really a lot of fun simply shopping for that special little girl and who better to indulge? Good luck! Sissy2Baby