adultbabydreamer

What if someone was taken to the hospital and his records were switched with someone who had the exact same name? Let's say the other person wore diapers for medical reasons but said they didn't need them. The nurses and doctors would then overlook our main character's protests of "but I can use the toilet!" and "I can change myself!" and so on.

I listen to a free hypnosis track by Arcadia. I don't feel hypnotized, but hearing that sweet voice say all those nice things always makes me feel safe and babied. Also, when I read stories about grown-ups being shrunk in to babies and loved, when I listen to lullabies, when I feel a fuzzy blanket against my cheek, and when I'm sleepy. The smell of baby powder does it too, and the way bubble bath feels.

Mine would have a windowseat with cabbinets under it for toy storage. There would be a bookshelf by the windowseat full of stories for Mommy or Daddy to read me. There would be an adult-sized cradle, rocking horse, bouncer, swing, and play mat with lots of hanging toys. There would be lots of huge plushies in my gigantic play pen.

Very nice, Sonofninasayers! *smiles* I personally don't mind having brothers or sisters in my fantasies, but I have to be the youngest.

Hi hi Fwamommy! *waves*

(ZoroDaddy with me as a little girl, age seven or so) (I'd reeeeally like to baby Darth Vader! Think it'd do him some good; me as a mommy just this once) (Santa as a daddy with me as a little boy about five) (Hagrid with me as a not so little three-year-old half-dragon half-boy) (Ariel with me as a six-month-old baby boy. That face, that hair, that singing voice... and the added perk of being Disney royalty) (Sweeney Todd with me as a little diapered goth girl)

Wow! Lots of neat fantasies! I have one where I'm the 27 inch tall captain of an alien ship that crashes, and when humans see me, they mistake me for a baby because of my size and my soft skin. I tell them, but they mistake my language for a baby's babble. I begin to regress mentally, and then my arch enemy lands on the planet. She's gorgeous and the size of a human female.

Nothing yet. Looking to start a collection of soft plushies though. Maybe some dollies too, the kind with the clothes attached.

I'd like to be Baby Jesus in a live nativity. I'm only a couple weeks old, it's winter, and Mommy is fussing at the directer because she doesn't think I'm dressed warmly enough.

But but... I'm confused! Where would the tail go? The diaper would have to have a slit for the tail. Otherwise it would be really uncomfortable, right?

*hugs sonofninasayers* Yeah me too! I shop at WalMart, and I need help shopping. So one of the ladies goes with me down the aisles and helps me steer the cart and stuff. And when I say, I need to get bottles or pacifyers, then it always happens. The lady asks, "do you have a baby?" "Boy or girl?" "Aww! How old?" And if I get the same lady on multiple trips it gets more complicated. A year after my first trip, my shopping lady asked if maybe Little Timmy wasn't getting a little old for binkies. Another lady got confused because I forgot the baby name I gave her. She didn't forget, so I told her the family had twins. Then of course she didn't let me leave the store without buying two of everything. Oh well. It was nice having extras. *giggles* It could always be worse, buddy. They're all right. Nobody 'cept maybe the cash register lady's gonna ask. And, you'll find that the scary feeling is worth it when you lay down with your paci at night. It makes such a difference.

Hii! Sounds like you've come to the right place!

Hii Emma! I'm two too! Tootoo! *giggles* Welcome to the website. This place is neat!

Hi Doe! *waves* I bet you'll meet lots of friends here.

Hi BabyLoves! I hope you enjoy the site as much as I do! You must be small if you can fit in to those diapers. Lucky you! *smiles* I've visited New York a few times. What a great place! Do you love it?

Hi hi! *waves* You can call me Dreamer for now if ya wanna. I haven't found my baby name yet. The town I live in is really small, so there's nobody to talk to about all things little.