Jennifer Funshine

I used to have lotsa fun bath toys, plastic blocks and duckies, pretty much anything that could squirt water from its mouth. Really it all depends on what room I'm currently in. If I'm in the dining room I'll be scribbling away in my coloring books, cuddling with my teddy bears in the bedroom or gaming on my pc in the living room. When I'm out and about I take my 3DS for games and music.

I was always a fan of "Slink" voiced by the late Jim Varney if my memory is correct. I can still remember seeing the first Toy Story in theatres one afternoon on Christmas Eve and I was completely in awe by the use of cgi back then. I loved watching those army guys go about their mission with such seriousness, especially after the one had his legs crushed from being stepped on, lol Truly epic!

For as open as I am about my sissy baby side, I don't go out dressed up in baby wear. This personal, delicate part of me is nestled deep and I prefer to keep it as such. I won't compare my suffering to be accepted with those of African American's plight for equality because it's still my personal choice to be this way, minus my incontinence. However, because people's judgments are solely based on the clothes I wear and not on who I am as a person, this brings us back to the nature of equality again. Given that history is destined to repeat itself, I suspect it will only be a matter of time before Infantalism is accepted into mainstream society. Will this be a good thing? Yes and No. Yes, because of the obvious reasons Adult Babies won't have to hide anymore and No because there will be increasing demand to accept the next major fetish/lifestyle. The term "Be careful what you wish for" is appropriate here. I would love to be able to express my inner baby self outside but never at the cost of it becoming the catalyst for something seemingly worse, striving for acceptance as well.

Oh goshies, what a broad question, I really don't know how to answer, shy of making a giant list. I've been gaming for about 20+ years and my tastes vary from system to system. There is one title however that I always find myself returning to, even to this day.

I come here because it makes me feel normal! *giggles* Seriously, of all the things I ever wanted to be when I was growing up, I never thought I'd become a Sissy Baby so early on in life. There's just something about being pretty in pink-- and diapered.

Well I have a history of medical problems and after my stroke is when I started having urinary and bowel incontinence issues. Before that I was rather in the closet about my desires to be a Sissy Baby... now I am one 24 hours a day. I suppose in retrospect I got what I wanted but being incontinent all of the time does have its drawbacks. I mean, I never know when it will happen, though over the years I've gotten a fairly good grasp on things and I follow a changing schedule, as well as for meal times and such. Learning to take a potential negative and turning it into a positive was key. I am diapered every night and all through early morning. In the afternoon I'll take a break and slip into panties since I'm at home most of the time and thus, close to a washroom, lol. I will admit, wearing and wetting my diapers is still a fun and engaging activity and since I live alone, I'm free to be the baby girl I always hoped I would be.

As an Adult Baby I just love the feeling of a puffy, wet diaper nestled in between my legs, particularly whenever I crawl or lay down in my play-pen. I also believe that a full diaper is a happy diaper. Since they can be quite expensive, I feel much better knowing that I have used my diaper completely and thus, got my money's worth.

What song are you listening to?

Spanking is the classic catch-22, often observed as a punishment I came to dread being spanked at an early age. Now as an adult baby, it can be very arousing, provided that it is not done with any object of any kind. Over the knee hand-spanking is certainly a pleasure enhancer, it's direct, it's humiliating and can be great fun given the proper circumstances. Considering how old the practice is, I can't think of a better punishment for an adult baby.

Diapers for me, began as a necessity and still are to this day, a means of not fearing waking up to a heavily soiled bed. When I was a young bedwetter, it was all about fear. Now that I live alone I enjoy more of a sexual attachment to them, which is inevitable. They're diapers, they cover up a sexually-prone area, eventually that attachment will occur regardless. Of course, given enough time those feelings will taper off and a nice equalibrium will form, at least that's how it is for me. Diapers are my protection from a fear of failure that plagued my childhood but also a kind of stress relief for adult feelings that my mentality doesn't always understand how to come to terms with.

Well, most anyone that knows me knows I'm a sissy baby, which is nice because they also understand that I need to be hugged at least four times a day I hug all my friends, both online and off. I honestly could not get through my day and/or night without a good huggle.

I currently reside in Prince George and it certainly gets lonely up here but I also have Skype if anyone wishes to chat outside of DD.

There are certainly a lot of "triggers" be it a favorite movie or a song but for me it's the smells of baby powder and a fresh diaper that pulls my heart into baby mode. If I'm out and about shopping for baby wipes or a new pacifier (I use Nuk 3) I'm immediately put into baby mode just by standing in the isle. Afterwards I rush off to the girls toys section to look at all the pretty dollies and my heart just melts, lol. Anything Disney Princess or Care Bears related does the trick too.

When I'm about to go down for my nap, which is usually around 1 p.m. I'll play classical music. Anything from Beethoven to Bach helps me concetrate on sleep and I also enjoy the "stories" behind the uplifting melodies. For night time I play a Disney Babies cd filled with soft lullabies.

I once spent two months drinking straight baby formula from my bottle and actually developed a taste for it. A good method for indulging your baby tooth is to mix in some strawberry syrup commonly used for milk.

Oh goodie, goodie gosh! Thankies for the cute pic of Love-A-Lot Bear, Blazey! *hugs* Really appreciate all the warm welcomes, especially from Pudding, whom I've missed for quite some time. And thank you Sophie, I'm happy to be a part of the community.

I've always held an interest in both sexes, growing up. Predominantly, my interest was for women and I did my best to be a presentable "date" for the girls I was involved with. But ultimately my young, boy-ish looks and lack of self-confidence jeopardized my chances of maintaining a true girlfriend. At this time (around my late teens) I became instinctively aware of my desire to dress and be feminine in front of others guys, which I think was due to how often I was dismissed by the opposite sex. So I simply switched gender gears and accepted the cards fate had deault me to begin with. I am and will likely be a sissy baby for the rest of my life.

I can remember really enjoying the original CSI, there was something unique about the casting and it seemed all the actors really clicked. My first introduction to the series was the "King Baby" episode. A good friend of mine who knows about my AB tendencies actually went out of his way to record it for me when it first aired on cable. Granted, it's not a very encouraging depiction of the lifestlye but it was still