VadersBabyGinger

Severe. When it happens, aint nothing I can do to stop it. I might get a warning that it is about to happen.

Don't be desperate. I know, that sounds hard. It is not the girls can smell desperation. I know I can't. Perspiration, yeah... but you get rid of that with a shower. My 3 step guide to guys and gals who want a romantic partner: 1.) Step One. Accept that we are all different, and what works for one person may not always work for you. Be flexible. 2.) Step Two. Once we accept the above, we must learn ourselves. In order to identify what will or will not work for us, we can either experiment, or we could learn ourselves, which gives us an idea of what will or will not work, and make the experimental phase go smoother. It is also important that you accept yourself as a single individual as whole and perfectly good and complete. 3.) Step Three: Now that we have learned a little about ourselves... Experiment some more. I don't mean experiment with weird kinky things or drugs, I mean with new experiences. Take Jimmy for example. Jimmy likes movies and dinners for nights out, rather it be with friends or on dates. Perhaps, one day, he will experiment by going to a concert or a play instead of movies. Take small steps out of your comfort zone, to help you widen your comfort zone. This has the benefit of helping you meet new people, as you have likely met the majority of people you will meet in your own comfort zone already. You gotta leave that to meet new people. You do not have to go, "Well I like movies and dinner.... so to get out of my comfort zone, I am going to go skydiving! I mean, if you want to do that, go do it, but small steps work just as well and are easier to take.

It also depends on your approach to relationships. To me, I do not give a shit about typical dating. I will not date someone. I want to get to know people, be friends with them. If, after a friendship develops it moves on, then that is that, but I do not pick people for the purposes of sexual partners, or romantic partners. Most of my friends find out pretty early on. I wear 24/7 by choice, I don't hide it. Note: I do not flaunt it either. IE, I wear clothes that look good despite the diapers, not to specifically hide and or show off the diapers. I also make an effort to not involve people in my thing who don't want to be involved. It is that part, about forcing involvement, that answers when I tell people.

I enjoy it a lot. Callia is a new toon because I got out for a while and wanted to start from the beginning. It is showing its age, but it is still a hell of a lot of fun.

Anyone here play the Secret World? If so, look me up on it. I am Callia, a member of the Illuminati. Would like a few buddies in the game, especially ones where I can be a little bit more myself with!

Penelope smiled, it was a calm calculated smile, a diplomats smile. She leaned closer, her hand moving to lightly rest of Elmthodrel's hand. "Are you a business first sort of girl, or a have fun, and maybe do business later type?" she asked, with that same trained smile, her free hand slowly unlacing the front of her gown, almost absent mindedly. She was thinking that this was going well, although she was nervous that this could also backfire on her. She was making a huge gamble, one that would anger more than a few if she pulled it off. She decided not to focus on that right now, she just wanted to have some fun with this new ally, and see if she was willing to play the game she'd need to play.

"I see you are already scheming," Penelope said, sitting down in the open seat, and taking the wine, "You are more like us then you think." She curled her legs up under her, tugging her dress up a bit to reveal her knees and the lower half of her legs, before she kicked off her shoes. She smiled after sipping the wine, to her it all tasted the same, "I have my own plans, but I think we rush things discussing them to soon, but I wish to remain regent when my father dies, and you may be able to help me there, and I am certain it would aid you greatly." She leaned in a little closer, sipping another long slip, "My experiences in the family have been limited to the palace more or less, I am not allowed out much, I tend to get in trouble, even pregnant," she said with a giggle, one of her feet moving towards the ambassadors leg, the toes tickling the leg a slight bit. "Tell me a little about yours?"

I tell anyone who needs to know. That list is very, very short. Everyone else, it aint their business. Now, if you are interested in seeing someone romantically, in my opinion, they are on the need to know list. Everytime I am with someone, and I think it might even go somewhere close to romantic or long term, I let them know up front simply to avoid hurt feelings later when we have grown attached. I prefer it this way because less feelings get hurt this way when the other person splits. This comes from the most important element of adulthood though, the ability to be happy and content alone. If you can not find happiness and contentment alone, you really need to figure out why. That is the first step, and will help you find a cool acceptance of yourself, and give you the patience to seek the person who will accept you. I truly believe we all have a match out there. We just have to learn to be happy by ourselves, in order to weather the journey to find that person.

I put myself in diapers 24/7 so yeah, in public. Aint no one noticed yet so...

I never put much thought into it. When I went a period without diapers, I was fine. Going back into diapers felt like coming home to me. Sure I can survive and not even think about them, but when I come back to them, it just clicks.

Take a look at my Distant Lights. It is still in being posted with an update coming soon, but the diapers in it are not key to the plot at all. (In fact you could lift them from it quite easily with just a few minor rewrites.)

Penelope while shocked, was surprised to see a woman here. The incident in the hallway long forgotten as one of her many run ins with the lower classes, but it slowly came back to her as she stepped inside the module. She was going to let the faux pas from earlier pass though, she was interested in experiencing this outsider, and maybe sparking up some scandal. As much as she hated the outcome of her last scandal, she loved being a fly in the soup more than

Yeah, its weird... but that doesn't mean it is a bad thing, it just means I wouldn't do it. Weird is the response someone gets when they are not sure if it is ok or not, but it is nothing something they see themselves doing immediately.

I once spoke to a woman. During the 50's, on long car rides, her husband would require her to wear absorbent pants, because he didn't want to stop.

Penelope looked out the windows of the car as it sped through the city. She could hear the annoyed conversation of her security detail as it cleared the path for her motorcade. The Princess had been surprised her father had allowed this trip, perhaps it was because she was forced to miss the engagement party of her own son, perhaps he was just tired of her bugging him, none the less, she was pulling up into the park where the alien was staying. Although the moon was high in the sky, Penelope paid no mind to it, it was mundane for her. She didn't notice that there was an absence of the crowds at the edge of the park, who had all been cleared by her security. It was just a normal day in the city for her, cleared of all but those the Princess wanted or was meant to see that day. Her mother once said that the greatest power a high born woman has in that she only even sees precisely who she is supposed to see. Penelope never understood that, her isolation and expected obedience always chaffed with her. It is what lead to her affair with the Star Marshall. She was craving another adventure. The car came to a stop, and the door to Penelope's car was open. A gaggle of maids formed a small line, as one helped her out of the car, and fussed about the sapphire blue gown she had changed into. It was what she had planned to wear to the ball, but decided the ornate gown would be a good first impression on the ambassador. Her diaper had been changed before she left, although as she felt herself wetting it, it was no longer dry. She was ok with that, men in her experienced preferred the diapers wet. It meant the woman in it was obedient and did not resist her station. A security agent was stepping up to the door of the module to knock, when Penelope waved him off, instead walking up to the door, her high heeled feet sinking slightly into the soft turf, and then placed four firm knocks on the door to the module.

1. When and where was your last leak? Yesterday, after dinner, at my friends trailer. 2.

The novel I wrote, which I am pulling heavily from for Distant Lights, deals with magic in a sense. Also, as the world establishes space flight as a length process (Humans have yet to leave the solar system, yet they have been exploring it for long enough for a separate human species to evolve adapted for life in star ships.) I have run into both the magic issue, and the travel issue. The way I handle travel, is frequently to not handle travel. If a character is steaming from Mars to Earth, or to a moon somewhere, I decide: Do I want the steamer to be a scene, or is it unimportant. If I want it to be a seen, I will develop characters for it, and run a story through the scene. The scene is not based on travelling, but just a backdrop for events and possible sources of complications. If I don't think a scene on the steamer will add much, I will use it as an exposition drop, using a "journal" entry, or a moment of self reflection as a character disembarks. For magic, I make it rare and with severe consequences. In my setting, certain people can "awaken." It is not a process which is understood, it just happens. It normally manifests in small passive ways, the ability to sense and direct energy, and is used in creative ways. It follows certain rules: 1.) Yes telepathy is possible to an extent. You can "clone" the energy processes which trigger certain thoughts, so if two people share a language, they could communicate to an extent, or if they have shared experiences, such as emotions, they could read, or send them. The more alien the experiences between the two, the more impossible this becomes. This can also be used to influence people, by slowly adjusting how the flow of energy in their brain works, and retrain it to fire different responses from stimuli. 2.) Traditionally magic tropes like fireballs, lightning, orbs of energy, are allowed, however these often come at great cost to the user, as the energy has to be built up and stored in their body before being unleashed. It is not instant, and it can be painful, and dangerous to the awakened individual. 3.) Its range is very short, and teleportation is impossible. 4.) anything you can imagine that could come from the manipulation of energy is possible. The more energy that is required, the more dangerous it is. This means that characters who are awakened are capable of great displays of power, but are only likely to do it when the risk is worth it. This gives you an out for an antagonist to be a powerful "magic wielder" but opts to not default to his magic until he is cornered. He is not willing to pay the price of his magic unless he needs to. It gives your protagonist the same deal. Wield the power, and pay the cost, or strive to do it a way that is less destructive. It is also a source of conflict, the toll it takes on them, the easy of manipulating someone instead of paying for something. See Clara in Distant Lights. Her failing was because she had figured out how to manipulate Mackenzie so easily, so got cocky, knowing the risks, and pushed to far. She lost sight of her capabilities because she was so much more capable then most of the people around her. In short, magic needs consequences. Otherwise, it will create plot hole after plot hole, as the question is raised: Why didn't the hero just magic his way out? It is also way the magic character in many fantasy novels tends to be an adviser, and not the hero. It allows you to take the wizard away and your hero is forced to use mundane means to handle a problem. Even in Harry Potter, they do this to an extent. Harry and Ron are actually kind of bad at the magic. Herminine is the magic person, and multiple times she is removed from the story, or is placed in a position to not always directly help Harry, forcing him to overcome a challenge that he is not prepared for, while still allowing for a magical solution to be present. It allows us to believe that Harry has to struggle, because we see first hand that while he may be the Greatest Wizard of his time, his Greatness extends for his deeds, not his magical talent.

I always thought of what I would want in an AB if I every decided to mommy one, and you know, I would want a chubbier girl or boy. After all, babies are far from shapely creatures. I myself don't personally want to be chubby though, but that is because I am one of them crazy fitness nuts who goes beyond what people need to do to stay healthy.

I like age play a little bit. Once in a while. But I like being an adult way way more. The problem with ageplay is there are a lot of expected and unspoken rules that I just don't like. Normally, the only ageplay I like is not true ageplay, but being an adult being treated as a baby, where both sides are adults, but one is being "forced" (By forced I mean in a consensual roleplay sense of the word) or one is willingly being babied. I don't do baby talk, and playing with baby toys and such bores the shit out of me. To me diapers are a personal thing to me. I just like wetting my pants, and diapers provide an easy and clean way to do that. For me, it is not so much I want to wear diapers, as I want to pee my pants. I think when you start trying to paint a person with broad brushes based on some superficial observations, you do yourself and them a great disservice. To use myself as an example... From my jawline down, I am basically tattoos. I have, over the last 8 years managed to cover the majority of my skin in tattoos. All of which are beautiful to me. I also wear diapers. Most people who I have gotten to know well enough to see a picture of me don't want to baby me after seeing that, because... well... it is hard to get in character when your "Baby" has a tattoo of cthulu inspired tentacles coming out of her vagina. So by assuming I want to be a baby because I wear diapers, then looking at my body, creates a dissidence. If you instead assume I am an adult who likes being in a diaper for one reason or another, then suddenly, I am an adult who shares an interest with you. I may not every be your baby girl, and you may not ever want me as your baby girl, but at least you opened up the door for honest mutual friendship.

I will be honest. Without paragraphs, I simply will not read it. It is hard, and difficult to read that much text. I would like to read it, but it really needs those in order to be readable. (Also, as an ex-English teacher, it makes me curl up in a corner and have flashbacks of grading papers...)

Penelope turned to the envoy, standing up in a flash, then looked at her maid, "Please inform the alien that while I understand she is of another place, she must show difference to one of my station." Her response was obviously restrained, she may not of been wise, or politically savvy, but she was still a Princess, and she had spent the last 20 years learning how not to cause problems for her father, "If these questions are from her master, he is free to ask them of my father." With that said, she nodded her head, and gave a sharp look at Elemtheodrel, then back to the made, "Also teach her to curtsy, so that she may approach me properly." She finally turned, and started to head down the hallway, another maid seeming to appear out of the woodworks to walk alongside her, and just behind. Penelope regretted having to speak to the alien like that, she seemed to actually be nice, and not trying to make fun of her, and she had made an attempt at difference, even if she had called her liege. She actually wished she could of stayed and spoke with the alien, but she was tired of being left out of things because she couldn't stop causing scandals. She was not going to devalue her father by speaking with a servant, no matter how exotic.

"Toilet?" Penelope responded as if it was a foreign word to her. It was. She had heard it, but she had never really paid much mind to it. She had to search her thoughts to remember what it was, and then, it hit her, "Ohhh, you are the maid!" Penelope stood up and turned to her own maid, "Please inform the servant that she should not speak to the Princess, mother of the soon to be Crown Prince. Also, please show her to where ever you go for your..toileting..." The aliens were strange, and the fact that a servant had been allowed to wander, spoke poorly for the discipline of there culture. Before the maid wandered off, "Also, find out her name. I would like to speak of her disrespect to her master." _______________________