Rachel Emily

There were two toys, one plushie and one doll, that were very special to me, that I lost when I was eight: a white plush kitty (turned gray from all the years of being dragged around by yours truly

I no longer know how I should define myself. Until this year I would have called myself a strict DL, but I've really started to explore my little girl side--I own three dolls and am looking to get more. At the same time, I've found I really enjoy pacifiers--especially surprising, since I'd tried them (and baby bottles) years before and felt utterly ridiculous. For some strange reason, I find far more comfort in those things now than I did then.

Oh, yeah, I had to go through that with the extra-large diaper pins I ordered. In one of them, the stamping machine apparently goofed, because a portion of the pin was so long that it folded under, and I couldn't get it open. I had to try, with a camera that didn't have a close-up lens, to take a picture of the defective pin that wasn't blurry. Arrrrrgh! Fortunately, I was able to do it, and the company sent me replacements that work great, but I

You just answered the question I was going to ask. I have horrible

I've written about this before, but when I was ten, my youngest brother was in diapers (the earliest version of Pampers, in fact). Mom, however, still had my other brother's old cloth diapers in his dresser, largely unused. I became intensely curious about those diapers and what they felt like. One day, I couldn't stand it any longer, and sneaked into my brother's bedroom, grabbed a diaper out of the drawer, and tried to put it on. Unfortunately, I couldn't find any pins, so I had to be satisfied with drawing it up between my legs and lying there, pretending to be a baby.

I smoked for seventeen years, during most of which I was in diapers. There was never any disconnect for me, since I was more on the DL end of things then, and didn't really indulge my adult little girl side until after I quit. (Smoke-free for four years and counting.)

Well...I probably wouldn't go out in full adult little girl regalia, but it would be nice to go out with my pacifier, or holding a stuffed animal. I'm prone to panic attacks in crowds or places where there's a lot of noise or activity, so having those things with me without fear of judgement from others would certainly help.

I wasn't forced either, nor did my mother suggest diapers for practical reasons--in fact, there were situations in which I wish she would have used diapers on me. I had two surgeries--at age eight and age sixteen--that made going to the bathroom impossible as I had casts on both legs. In fact, when I was eight, she had me urinate into an empty soda can! Even though my brother was still of diaper-wearing age, and there were cloth diapers available (I was only fifty pounds when I was eight, so they would likely have fit).

It occurred to me I never answered the original poster's question of "wet or dry.". The more I think about it, the more obvious it is that I like certain aspects of being wet, and of being dry. . I love the feeling of a freshly powdered cloth diaper--it evokes dim memories from my toddler years of being freshly bathed, powdered and put in my crib for the night. On the other hand, I love the warm feeling that spreads through my diaper when I first wet.

Zoe, I'm kind of the same way with my plushies. (A plush tiger and a teddy bear that has a realistic heartbeat when you turn a knob). The teddy bear especially is

On second thought, it might have been chocolate Ex-Lax. Whatever it was, to my little-kid mind, it resembled a large candy bar. Bear in mind, I

Much like any other, but there is a noticeable "medicine-y" smell.

I've always said that I wear diapers because I liked the way they felt, which I think is an honest answer. No pseudo-psychology, just plain, simple and direct. Before I went on hormones, that feeling was sexually arousing. Now, however, it just feels good against my skin--no different, say, from liking the feel of silk.

If they looked fairly clean, maybe. Even if they looked clean, however, I'd still be wary--I would have no way of knowing how long they've been out there, what bugs might have landed on/crawled all over them, and so on.

I got them through Amazon, but I think they get them from Baby Pants.

I think I should add that you have to take the bulk of the diaper into account when picking the right plastic-pant size. (Believe me, I learned this the hard way).

I have difficulty changing, period, because of limited mobility. (Hard to get myself exactly centered on the diaper--changing typically takes about twenty minutes). But before the estrogen took effect, I did have the same...um...challenge

Save for the occasional accident, I have good bowel control, but I have an overactive bladder. Meaning I'm wet more than I'm dry--I might make it to the toilet one time in ten, and then only if I happen to be extremely close. So I guess you can say I am, for all intents and purposes, bladder incontinent.