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Late... by just over 5 weeks, but so what? Happily in medium AlphaClin Premium, waiting for science class, and for magic to happen. The science lesson? Osmosis... liquid passing from an area of higher density to an area of lower density... which, if left long enough, happens again when the diaper leaks. The magic? In an instant, the colour of the diaper changes. My only regret is that tomorrow is Sunday and I am getting picked up for church around mid morning... so baby needs to be washed and dry by then. But there's no reason why baby shouldn't have 5 hours in a soaked diaper before then. Maybe more magic can happen and I'll be able to wake up wet for the first time (having gone to bed dry.. I've happily wet before and gone to sleep wet. That's a huge baby bucket list item for me.

I've lost so much weight since I went to Norway that I have had to create 3 more notches in my belt to keep pants up. This only means that there's much more space inside a diaper for little baby to ... use?

Yes. I idenfified very early on the comfort in regressing to cope with issues. It's a way to claim control over one's environment

I can only imagine it so... what are the feelings, thoughts, thrills (or otherwise) when your little loses control and uses a diaper for the first time?

1983 ... around ... maybe July or September. I had gotten home after being in hospital for months due to a motor car accident that caused massive head injury and broke two bones (one was only discovered in physiotherapy later), and there were diapers in my cupboard. Naturally I didn't know what to do with them but that was the first time I consciously tried.

Like Superman.. as in I normally wear them on the outside. But right now, a pullup is all I have. So naturally, without experience of reliability, I was cautious to just wet when I woke up. So... question for those with pull-up experience... how absorbent are they? How trustworthy? I normally wear mine over a regular diaper after wetting, for extra protection against leakage.

Disclaimer: I'm making myself very vulnerable here since this is part roleplay and part fantasy. Background: I seem to never have budget to, and my birthday is the day before money normally comes through, for me to fulfil my dream of waking up wet on my birthday. Since it is my birthday in exactly a week... Storyline: A transgender girl (babies aren't women) who is turning 48 in a week gets asked what she wants for her birthday. Caught a little offguard, her subconscious mind comes through in the answer that she wants to be treated like a baby for a week. She gets told that she can have her wish but that it'll be for a month, 24/7. Ashlea - Profile and boundaries: vegetarian; adores pink; has no living family; LOVES being wet for hours; likes messing but is very uncomfortable with being dirty for any length of time; loves pacifiers; open to mild humiliation in changes and high chairs. Play age 2 and a half.

Now that I am transitioning, mentally at least, MTF, it has brought other , previously unconsidered, things to mind... like the rush of liberation that females can get from being able to pee while standing up, if they are diapered

The reason it bothers me is that street people rip open the bags left outside, looking for food

Yesterday I got the nails on my one hand cleaned with a nail brush. I wonder if I should tell them what this means to me

So I shared before how everyone in my adoptive family has died and I don't have contact with my biological family. My best friend and her wife (who is like a sister to me) are the closest thing I have to real family. Anyway so we went to the biggest beach in Kristiansand the other day, and... My best friend says not to go deeper than my knees into the water, and then told my sister to go with me. My sister wouldn't allow me to go deeper than my shins. And yesterday we were having pizza. My sister was worried about me cutting pizza and it landing on the floor. So she offered to cut up my food and I accepted. While she was doing it she pointed out that her mother used to do that for her. And my best friend said at one stage (because she was telling me stuff that no-one had ever bothered to teach me) that she's meant to be my best friend but she's turning into my mother. Can these two just adopt me?

Blonde ladies? I think you're working off of some stereotype It is delightful here, but I should remember that in November it's the opposite. The sun goes down by 4PM and comes out at 11AM

It's a win all round.. for a loving mommy and a little adult baby boy or girl. Divide 60 scrabble rules randomly into four bags. The tiles spell... "Please mommy your little baby needs a diaper change", which is 43 letters. And the rest? Absolutely useless letters like Z, X and F, etc. Put one bag of tiles in each corner of a room. And wait for baby to mess. To earn a diaper change, baby crawls from bag to bag, taking one letter at a time, spelling out the phrase that unlocks the diaper change. Win all round. Little baby gets washed and changed. Mommy gets some peace because after all of that, little baby will be tired enough to get a bottle of milk and go to sleep. And the bigger the mess, the more the humiliation.

And I love it here. I'm only here for a month (Hanson concert was amazing) but I want to make a plan to get back here by 2025. There's certain things I have to master though, like cell phones, because I won't have Wi-Fi if I move here.

Well I might have in 1977 but I don't know and can't remember. Anyway... in 17 hours I will be on a plane headed for Norway. Going to see my... well, for someone who doesn't have a family, they're the closest I get. I have felt treated as if she were my sister for 10 years. And married to my best friend? We're never alone. There's nothing better. And.. in a week today... my first in person Hanson concert! And I got a meet and greet announcement this week:)

Did anyone tell them that a Mexican restaurant designed an edible tortilla wrap and that it holds food inside?

In South Africa we've had pretty much freedom to do what we want for a while. Downgrade to endemic means that it is now handled on a provincial level (similar to each US state being able to make its own decisions). I am traveling for the first time in my life in 3 weeks. Going to Norway. Kristiansand specifically. And three days in Oslo for the Hanson concert on their Red Green Blue tour. As a massive fan who has only seen online shows and never met fans in person this is going to be... different. I'm staying there with my family... or the closest I have to family anyway.

Sink, dishwashing liquid and scrap metal. No need for falling behing on bills

Awesome song. By the way in Aeikaans, wors means sausage, so I'm reading that surname as sausage ham * Afrikaans

Just found out we'll be in Oslo for two nights out of the month

The words spoken (well, texted) by my best friend last night (7 hours ago). Context.. its finally confirmed. I got my flight booked yesterday. I will be in Norway for a month. Well the VISA says anywhere in the Schengen. But I was originally thinking the VISA was only for 3 countries. I must have given the impression that I wanted to travel to other places, which I don't. I get to be with my two best friends (one is the closest thing I have to a sister, so in my mind they're family) for a month. But those words... "you're not going anywhere we are responsible for you" ? I'm 8 years older than them at 48, but it doesn't bother me. In the form they filled out to get my VISA granted, they said pretty much that they would (euphemism) wrap me in cotton wool and make sure I'm safe.

I don't know if I phrased that right. What gives you the most babyish feeling? Your top 3. For me, it's uncontrollable wetting. Differentiate from incontinence, which I kind of experienced for a couple of days in 2010 after I just allowed myself to not hold back. It was very uncomfortable. I find it extremely baby when I have a wet diaper already with the pullups over it, to put another diaper on. It pushes on my bladder and results in uncontrollable wetting. The feeling of helplessness is amazing. One I haven't had the joy of yet though is sitting waiting totally helplessly for someone to decide I need a change. For me, I love being wet for hours but need to change straight away if I mess, so that would probably be the best scenario for being made to feel the most babyish I could. Then there's pacifiers, which are awesome. But I would love to be made to sleep in a crib with sides so I can't get out.

That would be a good one for me I find that applying a third diaper (or in my case, second on top of the pullups already over the diaper, notches up the self conscious factor a little because wetting is uncontrollable...

Tonight .. maybe nothing, but I'm getting a delivery of 4 Jean Claude van Damme films I haven't seen (and I own 37) on Thursday

So currently it seems I only have one diaper left in the pack... but it's a lucky diaper because I have been through so much stress since January's passport application, to VISA entry for Norwsy, Denmark and Finland for the month of June, that I need a stress reliever. Should be able to consider itself a very happy diaper by morning. This whole thing has been too much, although maybe that's because I haven't done it before.