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Good point! I think that you're right that there's going to be an upward bias in the scores (probably on any forum, actually), and for that reason I was thinking about putting in more answer choices at the upper end to catch that (I mean, everyone with an IQ of 160 or above can't be an AB/DL or vice versa, right?), but I was kind of hoping that as long as no one was bragging about how smart they are that people would report their scores honestly. At the same time, I wouldn't be totally surprised to find that many AB/DLs were pretty intelligent because high childhood IQs and social maladjustment are definately linked, and I feel pretty sure that AB/DL-ism is a coping mechanism of some sort. I guess my question is about what events or combination of circumstances make people like us into us. But yes, your point is well taken.

I'm curious as to whether there's a link between interest in AB/DL-ism and IQ. I did a search and didn't see anything, so sorry if this has already been polled. Anyway, please post your thoughts/questions/comments here, but try not to post any numbers. The point of this is not to have an IQ contest. Not that anyone would ever want to talk about how amazingly smart they are on an online forum. *Cough*Mensa*Cough*Cough* Also, please don't include online "IQ" test numbers. I'm pretty sure that those will change the results significantly. So if you've taken a standard IQ test use that score, or else convert your SAT/GRE scores at this site http://www.iqcomparisonsite.com/SATIQ.aspx if you took it after April 1995, this site if you took it before April 1995, or this site http://www.iqcomparisonsite.com/GREIQ.aspx if you want to use your GRE score from a few years ago. Please use the IQ SD 15. If you took the SAT before 1974, I haven't got a good conversion site for you because it's kind of like comparing apples and oranges, although this whole buisiness is pretty unscientific. If you took some non-standard smarty-pants IQ test, feel free to participate and post what it was below, as long as it is easily convertible. Whew, sorry for all of the directions. Any theories for how this all correlates are welcome. I'm just curious!

This may help.

Ut-oh. I just say this article on CNN that said that bottles from some brands of baby bottles from five leading brands were found to leach a chemical harmful to labratory animals in tests. The manufacturers say it's not a big deal, but if you drink out of them every day, well, it kind of makes you worry. Well, now at least I have an excuse whenever I do something dumb . http://money.cnn.com/2007/02/27/news/baby_...dex.htm?cnn=yes

Ok, another chapter! I guess I've sort of tried to start going a different route in this story just to see if it's possible. Good, bad, neutral? Anyway, here it is. Chapter 7 The next morning, Sarah and I woke up very hungry. We hadn’t been given any food since yesterday at lunch! We watched cartoons until Mommy and Daddy came downstairs. “Mommy,” Sarah asked, “can we have breakfast now? “No pumpkin, no food until after your procedure.” “But we’re hungry now!” “We’ll let’s get going and you can eat sooner!” We didn’t have to get dressed; Mommy and Daddy just changed our diapers in the living room, and we were off to the hospital. I was kind of scared. I was pretty sure I wanted to do this, but it made me nervous. We quickly arrived at Emily’s office. “Oh, good, you’re here a little early,” she said. Sarah and I had to sign some papers, which I didn’t even read. Then Mommy and Daddy waived goodbye to us and Emily led us down the hallway to another office. I don’t really remember much after that. We went into a backroom and got some shots, and I remember going into a big round machine that I thought, for no apparent reason, contained lasers. I have no idea how long everything took, but the next thing I remember I was in the recovery room sitting on Mommy’s lap. I felt queasy and tired, and I just sat there and let her hold me. Daddy was holding Sarah, and they were talking to us quietly. I found myself agreeing. I remember being carried out to the car and being strapped in a car seat. It was so comfortable and made me feel safe. The next morning, I woke up in a crib with Cars sheets on it. I stretched, and stood up. The bars were bigger than I was, but I could stick my whole arm through. Also, my teddy bear came up to my chest. Strange. Sarah was still asleep nearby. She looked nearly the same as she always did, but her hands were smaller and more delicate, and the pacifier in her mouth threatened to cover her whole face. A cute baby, I thought to myself. Mommy came into check on us. She came over to my side of the nursery, and put her huge hands on the top of my crib. “Well someone’s up, isn’t he? Yes he is,” she said. I reached out my arms to her. I wanted to say something but realized my pacifier was in my mouth. She picked me up. Being picked up for the first time in years is a terrifying experience. I mean, I know I was carried at the hospital too, but this is the first time I remember it happening. The crib and the ground fell away at a sickening speed, and suddenly I felt Mommy’s arm under me. She carried me over to a changing table in the middle of the room, secured me with a strap, and unsnapped the crotch of my Pjs. Sunlight came through the blinds, and was warm on my stomach. The change was orgasmic. Although I noticed that I had an errection, it wasn’t really sexual. It was something more than that, and it made my whole body shiver with pleasure. I’d been having my diaper changed for months, but I’d never experienced anything like this. First, the tapes on the old diaper came off. Mommy wiped off my whole front, and then lifted me up and wiped my whole bottom, all in a single, fast motion. She then spread what seemed like huge amounts of rash cream and powder all over my diaper area and quickly brought me down on top of a fresh diaper. I noticed that it had cute character designs on the front as she pulled it up between my legs. The two tapes on either side came down quickly to secure the diaper, and then suddenly, Mommy’s mouth was on my stomach, giving me a huge wet raspberry. I took the pacifier out of my mouth. “Thank you Mommy,” I said. My voice was high and thin. “You’re welcome sweetheart,” she said, and suddenly she was lifting me into the air again, and I let out a gasp that came out as a squeal as she put me on the ground. I looked up what seemed like a huge distance, and I watched her wake Sarah and lift her onto the changing table. When she was done, she picked up both up and carried us downstairs. Daddy was sitting at the kitchen table, and took me from Mommy when he saw us. His arms were huge and strong and hairy. They strapped us into highchairs and fed us breakfast. “What do you want to do today, huh Jimmy?” I didn’t know what to say. “Do you want to go play at the park?” “Yeah!” I said in my high baby voice. “Or maybe we could go to a baseball game?” “I wanna do that too!” “How about we go to the mall and go shopping!” I made a face and Daddy laughed. “No,” I said, “that’s icky.” “Ok, well we’ve eliminated the mall,” he said chuckling. After breakfast, our parents took us upstairs to get us dressed. “What do you want to wear today?” Mommy asked me. “Do you want to wear your teddies romper or your safari outfit?” “Safari, safari!” I said. I was soon dressed in the outfit, complete with a matching hat. Sarah chose a pair of butterfly overalls. Our parents held our hands and started to lead us downstairs. I didn’t know about this at all. I sat down at the top and looked down. “Maybe we can go down backwards?” Sarah said. Luckily our parents picked us up. “Stairs are far too dangerous for babies. Daddy or I will carry you up and down, ok?” Mommy said. Mommy and Daddy decided that going to the park would be the best plan for the day. It would give us a chance to get used to our new selves. They got out a side-by-side double stroller, put us in and we were off. I guess that I had never noticed how many people were out and about. People were constantly interacting with us. We felt like the center of attention. “Oh, twins! How old are they?” people would ask. Our parents would chuckle. “20 months,” they’d say. Sometimes these strange people would bend down and talk to us in babytalk. “Aren’t you just the cutest little things? Yes you are yes you are yes you are yes you are!” I found that keeping my paci in my mouth was the best defense. Otherwise, they would keep at it until we smiled, and since we’d already been walking for 20 minutes, my smile muscles were starting to hurt. When we finally got to the park, Mommy and Daddy let us out of the stroller. Mommy spread a blanket on the ground and Daddy took us over to the swings, the kind where your legs go holes in the bottom and pushed us. Later, we played on the merry go round and the seesaw. Everything at the playground is better when you’re little. The slides are huge, the monkey bars seem miles off the ground. Sarah and I ran and chased each other for a while, and then Daddy took us over to the blanket and changed our diapers. There were other people there, and some people stared as he cleaned us, but no one said anything. After all, we were little. Babies wearing diapers is nothing out of the ordinary. I can honestly say that day was the happiest I was with my new parents.

Yeah, me too! I actually used to have this coloring book. Glad people are enjoying. Here's another chapter! Chapter 6 Within a few weeks of losing my job, my life became routine again, but in a good way. I would wake up in the morning to the sound of Margie or one of the other nannies coming into my house. They would come upstairs, change my diaper, and get me dressed. At this point, I

It makes me happy that people are reading! Ok, here's another bit. I wanted to get a bit farther in the story, but this seemed to be as far as I could go in this chapter. Look for another one today or tomorrow! Chapter Five The next week was very much like the last. “Did you enjoy your surprise?” Emily asked me at our Tuesday session. I simply nodded. I was becoming much more non-verbal. I went over and gave her a big hug. She kissed me on the forehead. Starting in that session, and in every session after, instead of sitting across from each other and talking in chairs, Emily sat on the couch and I snuggled against her with my head in her lap. Some times she fed me bottles of hot chocolate when I ran out of things to say, and she always changed my diaper at the end of our time together. I went to the nursery school every week, and Sarah, Ben, Molly, and I all became close friends. After my second week of nursery school, Sarah invited me to her house for a playdate. It was truly magical. We snuggled and changed each other’s diapers, and she even played army men with me! I told Emily absolutely everything. I began to love people openly and freely, and I loved a lot of people. Some times at night as I lay awake holding my teddy bear and sucking my pacifier, I would count the people I loved. There was Emily and Sarah and Ben and Molly and Nanny Margie and Mommy Mariah and Mommy Donna and… I would fall asleep before I finished. Soon, Margie invited me to come to nursery school three days a week, and I had standing playdates with my friends almost every day. By the fifth week of nursery school, I’d started to fall into a routine. And that’s when disaster struck. See, it all started with my job. My baby side was taking up much more time than my adult side, and to tell you the truth, I couldn’t really concentrate on both at once. Since I worked from home, it was easy to forget to do my work before, but then at least I had a lot of free time, so I’d make it up at odd hours or during the weekends. I’d never really had to think about it before. But lately, I’d started to forget to do things. I missed two important conference calls with a client in a row, and I had produced virtually no work product. My baby life was so busy that I didn’t have time for my adult life! I’d received a couple of vaguely threatening phone calls and emails from my boss, but I just hadn’t had time to respond. I got a call on a Tuesday morning. “Hi Jim.” It was my boss. “Hi Terry,” I said. “Look, you’ve been a good worker and a good friend for a long time…” Oh no, I thought, this is going to be bad. “And you haven’t returned my phone calls in over a week.” “Well… I…ah…” “No, I know, you’re having some medical issues. The insurance people told me that. But I’m going to put you on leave without pay until you get better.” “Oh…ah… well…” It could be worse, I guessed. “Look Jim. I’m worried about you. Get yourself better and your job will be waiting.” “Thank you,” I said. “But please, in the future, don’t make me find out about it like this.” I apologized and we talked for a few minutes about this and that. I felt horrible that my behavior had hurt Terry. I’d been with his company since the beginning, and he’d always been kind to me. Even this was kind. He should have just fired me. I lay down on my bed and cried and cried. I felt horrible, and it took twenty minutes for me to pull myself together. My diaper was sopping wet, but I had an appointment with Emily and didn’t want to be late. I washed my face and drove over. “Hey Jim,” Emily said as I walked in. I smiled. “What’s wrong sweetheart?” “Nothing’s wrong,” I said. “No,” she said, “tell me what’s wrong.” “Nothing’s wrong,” I insisted. “Ok,” she said, and we walked back into her office. I lay down on the couch with my head in my lap, and neither of us spoke. Within a few minutes I was crying. She held me and dried my tears. “Now,” she asked, “what’s this all about?” I told her the whole story. I told her how I’d totally neglected my job, my responsibilities, and how I’d let my boss down. As I finished my story, my diaper started to leak. “Oh baby,” Emily said, “that’s quite a mess. Let’s get you cleaned up and we’ll talk about it. She took off my wet clothes and gently cleaned my diaper area. “You’ve got a little bit of a rash here,” she said, “someone needs to be a bit more careful.” I lay very still and continued to cry and she lifted up my bottom and spread rash cream, then powder, all over my bottom. Finally she taped up my diaper and left me on the floor while she cleaned up the couch. Soon she was ready to go on. I gathered my courage and asked her an important question. “Emily, will you spank me?” “Why baby, what have you done?” “You know, for basically losing my job and hurting my boss.” “Hmm,” she said, “you might deserve one for not answering his phone calls, but from him, not from me,” she said. “What about not doing my job?” I asked. “Well,” she said, “punishing you for not meeting your adult responsibilities is basically like punishing you for being a baby, isn’t it?” I said I guessed she was right. “And didn’t we talk about that on the first day of our time together, not denying who we are?” I said yes. “Well, as I see it, the only thing that you’ve done wrong is to be yourself. Well, that and not answering your boss’s phone calls. I can’t ask you to be a responsible adult when you’re only just a baby. And I think the reason you weren’t nice to your boss is because you couldn’t take on the responsibilities he was asking you to. If I thought that you had really done something naughty, I would have spanked you right away. Do you feel better?” I nodded. “Do you still want me to spank you?” I shook my head no. “Well maybe I will,” she said playfully, and reached out to grab me. “No, no!” I yelled, and ran away. She chased me, letting me win by just a little bit. “Or maybe,” she said, “when I catch I’ll just tickle you!” She grabbed me from behind and started to tickle, which caused me to start peeing my diaper immediately. “No stop! I’ll be good. No tickling! No no!” She kept at it until we had both collapsed on the floor giggling. She put her arms around me and held me close to her. We lay there for a minute, happy and close, and then she said, “Jim baby, do you still want to be really little, or are you happy like this?” I thought about her question for a few seconds. Was I happy like this? Did I really want to be little? I supposed it was a question of self-acceptance. “No,” I said sadly and quietly, “I still wish I was little. I think I always have and always will.” Emily sighed behind me and squeezed me close. “Alright kiddo, we’ve gone over your time for the week. But how about you let Alex watch you out front and color a picture for me? I want to call Margie about you, ok?” “Ok,” I said. I would have said anything was ok at that moment. I leaned into her and inhaled her scent. Finally, she let go of me and stood up. I did too. She took me by the hand and lead me out to the waiting room. “Alex,” she asked, “do you have anything for this little boy to color?” The secretary took a Lion King coloring book out of a desk drawer along with some crayons. “Here you go, Dr. Emily,” she said. I sat in one of the chairs and colored. I did the scene where they hold Simba the baby lion up for all the animals to see. It took a long time, and I did my best to make it pretty for Emily. Then I started on another picture, one with Scar in it. I don’t like Scar a whole lot because he’s mean, but I do like how he looks. I mean, he looks mean and scary, so I used a lot of red and black in the background. Finally, Emily came out as I was looking for a third picture. “What did you draw for me babykins?” she asked. I showed her the picture of Simba, and the Scar one I’d started. “Oh, those are really nice!” “Will you hang one up?” “I’ll put the Simba one in my office so that I can look at it anytime.” I gave her a big hug. She kissed me on the cheek. “Ok Jim,” she said, “Here's a new perscription for a higher dose of your depression medication, and I just talked to Margie, and you’re to go to the nursery every day. You’ll be there all the time except at bedtime, in the early morning, and when you go to one of your friend’s houses to play, ok? I told her that you were feeling lousy, so she or another nanny are going to come get you ready in the mornings and take you home at night, ok?” I nodded my head. I felt guilt that I’d gotten in trouble at work for spending so much time at the nursery, and that now I was out of work. “What’s wrong?” “Well…” I just let it all out. I was crying again. “Don’t worry baby, you’ve still got insurance from your job, and we’ll take care of you. Even if you didn’t we would take care of you.” She gave me a big hug. I felt safer and more loved than I had in years. “You just drive home now, and one of the nannies will come pick you up, ok?” She smiled and let go of me, walking back to her office carrying my Simba picture. “Emily?” I asked. “Yes dear?” She stopped at the door. “Thank you.” She smiled at me, and I ran over and gave her a hug. “I love you very much,” I said. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Well said! I would even go so far as to say that ridicule is a step that minority groups have to go through before they are accepted. While awareness is a long way from acceptance, I think it's certainly a step in the right direction.

Glad that everyone is enjoying the story so far! I'm not totally satisfied with this next chapter, but I guess it'll do for now. Look for another installment soon! Chapter Four It was two thirty in the morning, and I woke up in a cold sweat, my diaper soaked. I couldn

I would read this thread http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=3697 and this thread http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=2982 . Most people in the incontinence forum aren't too keen on helping people who want to become incontinent (see this thread http://www.dailydiapers.com/board/index.php?showtopic=5645). I would think very carefully about what you're doing to yourself, and how much of your desire to be incontinent is based on your fantasy of what you think it would be like. Not to kill your buzz. But I'm sure that most of the people here who truly suffer from incontinence wish they didn't. Anyway, that's my 2 cents.

Here's another chapter, hope that you enjoy. Chapter Three I woke up the next morning to hear someone knocking at my apartment door. It took me a while to get up, but luckily the UPS man was still there when I opened up. I was still groggy, but suddenly realized I’d answered in my new footed Pjs. “Are you Mr. Barthons?” he asked. “Yes, that’s me.” “Sign here please.” I signed and he handed me an envelope. I was relieved he didn’t comment. UPS people must see a lot of weird stuff. Inside the envelope, there was a letter and a prescription. The letter read: “Dear Jim: “I’m glad that you got to meet Margie yesterday, and that everything went smoothly. She said that you were an absolute delight to work with. I wanted to tell you that you should clear your schedule for Wednesday afternoons, and that I forgot to give you your prescription yesterday. You seemed a bit depressed, and I would like you to take some antidepressants to level out your moods a bit. Enclosed is the prescription. Also, for next session, I’d like you to draw some pictures of how you see yourself. I’ll see you on Tuesday afternoon!” Depressed? I didn’t think that I was depressed. But I guessed if she thought I was, maybe the antidepressants were the way to go. I figured I’d try them for a couple of weeks, and see how things were going. I had trouble getting through my week. I was excited to see Dr. Emily again. I was enjoying my new baby stuff, but I kept thinking about how wonderful it was when Margie changed me. I felt like there was something missing from my life, the same way I’d felt like there was something missing in my life when I’d decided to start therapy. Since I work from home most of the time, I spent most of the week in diapers and baby clothes, playing with my new toys. I got so used to them, that I almost didn’t notice when I wet them. I managed to get most of my work done, but I was distracted. Even my boss noticed that I seemed spacey. During an important conference call, I spaced out a little bit, sucking on my pacifier, and my boss had to ask me three times for a vital piece of information. The antidepressants seemed to be helping some too, I guessed. Tuesday couldn’t come quickly enough. Even though I was in adult clothes with a onsie and diaper underneath, I couldn’t help feeling like I was playing dress up. Acting like a baby seemed so much more natural, and knowing that Dr. Emily thought it was ok made me feel secure and little. Alex showed me in immediately and asked if I wanted some water. I said no. “Hi Jim!” Dr. Emily said as she came into the room. “How was your week?” “It was pretty good, I think,” I told her about the diapers and the baby clothes, and how I’d been wearing them all the time, and how I felt like I was a bit distracted, but generally happier. “I’m glad to hear that,” she said, “and I’m sure you’ll be less distracted when the newness of everything wears off. Are the antidepressants helping?” I told her that I didn’t know. She said that sometimes these things take up to two weeks to work, and not to worry about it. She looked at the pictures I’d drawn, one of me playing with cars, one with me snuggling on someone’s lap, and one of me getting my diaper changed, and said that they were very good. She said she would hang the one of me playing up in her office. “Jim, I’ve arranged a very special surprise for you tomorrow. Go to the same store you went to last week tomorrow at one. Margie is dying to see you, and there’s someone else I want you to meet. Bring some extra clothes if you want.” I wasn’t really sure, but I said ok. I realized we’d been talking for an hour and a half. “Listen Jim,” she said, “I have another patient in fifteen minutes, so we have to wrap this up. But let me ask you, is your diaper wet?” I hadn’t really thought about it, but I realized that I was. “Do you want me to change your diaper before you go?” I was hesitant, but I remembered how good it felt when Margie had changed me last week. I was still very embarrassed to be seen naked by this strong professional woman, but I knew that I wanted her to change me more than anything. I nodded my head. “I’ll be right back,” she said. She went into her inner office and came back with a big changing mat and a diaper bag. She spread the mat out on the office floor and motioned for me to lay down. She undid my big boy pants and saw the onsie. “Margie’s right,” she said, “you make an adorable little boy.” She unsnapped the crotch. “Lift up your shirt for me, ok honey?” I did. She untaped the diaper and wiped me clean. “Up with your butt!” I lifted my hips. She slid the fresh diaper under me. “And down!” She was an expert and taped it up quickly, snapped up my crotch and pulled up my pants. Again, it was like ecstasy. “Thank you Dr. Emily.” I stood up. “You’re welcome, baby.” I was blushing, and felt my whole body get hot. “And please, just call me Emily.” I was so excited that I can’t even remember the drive home. I couldn’t wait to find out what Emily had in store for me the next day. Well, so the plot has thickened a bit. Stay tuned for the next two installments. I have them all planned out and am really excited to write them!

That is really one of the saddest things I've ever heard. I'm so sorry your fiance's husband can't see past your disability. I hope that the father apologizes and tries to get to know you as a person, and I hope your fiance can come to some sort of peace with his father. If anything, though, this shows how strong your relationship is. Congrats on the wedding, that's wonderful news! I'm sure if you guys can make it through this, you can make it through anything.

I agree with that for sure. I was trying to figure out what all the replying was about, and that got more intense that I would ever have thought possible. Wow. But I have to try the original thing.

Here's some more, but with more exciting action! Hope you enjoy. Chapter Two The first thing that I noticed about 808 North Washburn Drive was how big it was. I couldn’t imagine how I would find a single store in this huge complex. There seemed to be apartments, offices, all sorts of businesses, and the parking garage was teaming with cars. After I’d finally found a space, I got in the elevator and went to the ground floor. I figured that I would take a look around, and if it didn’t seem obvious where I was supposed to go, I would just go home. As I entered the lobby, I was immediately confronted by a concierge desk. “May I help you sir?” asked a young man. “Hi, I ah, am looking for a store that my therapist recommended I go to…” “Who is your therapist?” “Dr. Emily…” “And you are…” “Jim,” I said sighing. He must think I’m nuts, I thought. The security guard paged through a log on his desk. “Very good sir, third floor, suite 330. Turn right out of the elevator, and it’ll be the first door on your left.” As I started to thank him he picked up the phone, so I walked away and got into the elevator. How strange. I wondered what he was looking for in his logbook. I found the store easily. The door was unmarked. I knocked, but there was no answer, so I just went inside. There was a pleasant waiting room with books and magazines, and a view of the street. I went over to the reception desk. “Hi, ah, I’m Jim. Dr. Emily sent me?” “Ah Jim,” the young lady said. “Please have a seat. We were afraid that you might not show up.” I sat down and waited. I picked up a magazine. Finally, an older woman a door adjoining the waiting room. “Jim?” she asked. “We’re ready for you, if you want to come back. I’m Maggie” I stood up and smiled. She led me back to a large room with an exam table and what looked like a children’s play area. “Jim, I’m going to need you to undress so that we can take some measurements, and we’ll have you on your way in no time.” “Ok… Umm… Measurements for what? I can’t really afford to pay for…” “Don’t worry,” Margie said, “Everything will be taken care of by your insurance.” “Oh, ok… ahh… Do you want me to…” “Take off your clothes dear.” I took off my shoes first, then my sweater and my shirt. I suddenly realized that I was wearing a diaper. A soaking wet diaper. I tried say something to stop all this and leave. “Is it about your diaper?” Margie asked, “Don’t worry. Now come on, off with your pants.” My face turned beet red, and something in her tone compelled me to obey. I stripped down to my diaper, blushing from head to toe in front of this strange woman. “Oh my,” she said, “someone’s soaked. Let’s get you cleaned up. We can’t have you leaking over the clothes you’re trying on.” “No,” I said, “I’ll be fine.” “Nonsense,” she said, “lie down on the table.” I did as I was told. She opened a cabinet under one of the counters and pulled out a fresh diaper, some Huggies wipes, and some rash cream. “I… ah… can do this myself,” I said. Margie said nothing, and put a pacifier in my mouth. She reached over the sides of the exam table and brought around a big strap, and strapped me in I was too shocked to protest. “We’ll get you cleaned up in no time.” I sucked on the pacifier, completely embarrassed but thrilled. She untaped the sides of my diaper slowly, and pulled down the front, exposing my completely erect penis. She took a lightly scented wipe from the tub and slowly started to wipe me down, starting near my belly button, working around my penis, spreading my legs apart and cleaning my thighs, and my scrotum. Then she gently put her forearm under my legs at the knees and lifted me up, exposing my bottom. She cleaned my cheeks first, and then wiped me back to front, paying special attention to my anus. “Someone needs to do a better job shaving down here, don’t they?” she said. Then she took the fresh scented rash cream and began working it into my cheeks and the crack of my bottom, sticking her finger inside me just slightly. It felt amazing. She slid away the wet diaper, and unfolded and fresh one, gently setting me down on top. She took a fresh wipe and began to clean my penis. It cold but soft, and I got even more erect. She then spread more rash cream on my front, and paid special attention to my privates. She grabbed a fresh wipe and cleaned her hands. She sprinkled baby powder on me, and as I lay there the smell was overwhelming and wonderful. She brought up the front of the diaper and as she tightly secured the tapes, I had a massive orgasm. It went on and on, and even when she had finished taping me up, I lay there biting the pacifier and clutching the strap in complete and total ecstasy. Finally, as most of it passed, I shut my eyes, and squirmed, and could feel her touching the front of my diaper, holding me in place and rubbing me slightly as she unlatched the strap and helped me off the table. “Isn’t that much better?” she asked. I kept the pacifier in my mouth, which seemed to please her. I didn’t know what to say. “Why don’t you sit and play for a few minutes while I get some things for you to try on,” she asked. I lay on my stomach in the play area and played with a fire truck that made loud noises and some blocks. I was still in heaven. She came back five minutes later with what looked like baby clothes. Onsies, footed Pjs, everything a little boy would need. “Perfect,” or “You look adorable” she said after each one. I was in no position to argue. Finally we were finished and I reluctantly took out my pacifier. “Thank you,” I said in my best little boy voice. She gave me a big hug and I hugged her back. “You’re welcome, sweetheart,” she said, and ruffled my hair and patted my bottom. “Get dressed back up in your big boy clothes, and we’ll get someone to help you take all this to your car.” In fact, it took three someones to get everything to my car. On top of the clothes, there was a whole case of diapers, lots of wipes, rash cream, powder, pacifiers, bottles, and other baby supplies. “Now,” Margie said, “I want you to play with all of this stuff this week, and be ready to tell Dr. Emily all about it. I put in some new toys too, so you’ll have plenty of fun stuff to enjoy. Here’s my card with my number, you make sure you call me if there’s anything else you want or need.” “Thank you again,” I said. She gave me another hug. “I’m sure I’ll see you again, kiddo.” I noticed one of the people loading the stuff into my car was the security guard from the lobby, and he smirked at me as I hugged her. But I didn’t mind. Going to therapy was the best decision I’d ever made.

So I just had the inspiration to start writing this story. I little tried and true so far, but we'll see how it goes. Feedback is always appriciated. Chapter One