LilGirlLya

I think I was around 12 or 13 because my little sister had to have been around 4 or 5. Now, to preface, I had a weird attraction to diapers and baby stuff going into this. My older half brother was a bedwetter but he bullied me too. I think that disconnect caused something to misfire in my lovemap that diapers weren't for babies, in fact they were for people bigger and stronger than myself, because I remember being curious as young as 4 or 5, but never acted on it due to a perceived inherent wrongness. Anyway, when I was 12 my mom deemed me old enough to stay home alone, but not babysit my sister. So she would leave me home alone and either take my sister with her to work or to our grandparents during the summer of '02. Well, being left alone and knowing when I'd be able to expect mom home because she had her schedule on the fridge, curiosity led to bravery. I sneaked into my sisters bedroom and tried on her pull-ups and sort of fell in love. I also discovered that I was a girl around that time and began cross dressing. Typical trans kid stories, you know, steal clothes from your parent and act dumb when they mention how they can't find certain things. So that summer I got to spend a few hours most days as either a little girl playing with my sisters toys in her room and filching pull-ups along the way or being a big girl during the day and just doing what my adolescent brain imagined girl stuff was. It's funny, because I watched so much bad TV so dutifully because this is what girls watch, lol. I forget if I started wearing them before wearing to bed, or if I reasoned myself into that first and started playing baby after. I definitely remember that if I ever got caught I would lie and tell my mom I'd started wetting the bed during the divorce from my at the time step dad but didn't want to tell her because she'd asked me to step up with a lot of adult responsibilities. It was pretty emotionally manipulative looking back, but kids are jerks. Anyway, it continued from there even if normal wearing declined once my sister stopped bedwetting the interest never did. Pretty sure I bought a pack of girls 4t pull ups with the first paycheck from my first job and it's been part of my life since.

Well my husband and our roommates, my best friend and her girlfriend who is also a little but not into the diaper thing. So that's family, I had plenty of friends in the kink lifestyle when I lived back in TN that knew and I ran the munch there for abdls and littles. As far as family one might not want to know...I'm pretty certain my mom does. I know she caught me a few times as a kid but didn't say anything but the clench is I have a kink board on pintrest. It's got quite a bit of divergent stuff on there, but it's a plurality if not a majority little and ab/dl stuff and I didn't know it was public for the longest time. I found out about two weeks after getting a message from my mom asking if I wanted my toys she found from when I was a kid and I explained I didn't, not enough space, can't resell, being reminded of being a boy is triggering, etc., and she responded with 'that's not why I was asking but ok'. Two or three weeks later I found out my board was public. But, you know, uncomfortable and awkward but not really an issue since I live 36 hours away from her.

Hey, I might be interested. I prefer the kind of RP that you seem to be looking for. My DMs are open for you and I'm totally down with you being a tboy. I'm down especially for concurrent RPs, that and transpositivity are my biggest selling points.

Hello, I'm Lya and I'm hoping to get back into RPing. I had some health issues last year and stepped away from everything, but now that I'm feeling better I really would enjoy getting back into RPing. All the more so since I just moved to Seattle, and thus no longer have my IRL play partners. I personally enjoy RPs with response that are longer than 1-2 sentences and see RP more as collaborative story telling. I have some ideas and I would love to discuss them with any potential partner. I did respond to a few messages from people who I had RPed with previously or who had expressed interest while I was sick, but really, that was nearly half a year ago so as much as I hope those might continue, I want to reach out to new partners as well. I enjoy being the regressed party, be that emotional, physical, or even slightly mentally. I always play a girl, kid age up through twenties. I can do NPCs that arise as well. I have experience as a TTRPG DM so NPCs aren't a challenge for me. I keep relatively odd hours since we just moved and I haven't found a job in Seattle yet. Of course, I'm on Pacific time (-8 GMT). I'm excited for any responses that may come. Lya ❤️

"Um..yeah, I think some tea would be great." Emily said, the words hung is quiet space between the two for a bit, "Hey, you know I love you right? Just..just thanks for dealing with me. I know I haven't been the easiest person to be around lately."

Hi all, I'm trying to make a return writing fiction but I have some health issues that are causing me a bit more trouble than when I wrote as JenAndTonic. Anyway, just wanted to toss this bit out, just wanting to test the waters for a story before I commit since my health is sort of at a premium at the moment. So yeah, wanting to give everyone a prologue and hoping it takes off so I can write the rest. The Best Ever Daycore Band Out of DeSoto “WE ARE ROCKERBYE AND WE'RE HERE TO PLAY MUSIC, MAKE YOU DANCE AND STUFF!” Zoe belted onto the mic in front of a crowd she could hardly see do to the house lighting at the Pageant. “ONE, TWO, THREE, OI!” She belted into the ether and the crowd came alive as she tore into her guitar, her new bassist and drummer Beth didn't take long to kick in. The music was raw and loud, totally untrained or unconstrained. Despite the hours Zoe and Beth spent in band class, they still preserved an atonal punk vibe that refused to be restricted to one style, let alone one key. “Hush little baby don't say a word,” Zoe roared into the mic, “ Momma's gonna buy you a mockingbird, and if that mockingbird won't sing, till we can marry here's a promise ring.” Zoe shouted her lyrics into the mic but across the Pagent her eyes made contact with her. Charli was a tiny girl of Mexican-Ameridnian background and she stood there locking eyes briefly with her former bandmate. Charli was wearing a pretty, pink pinafore dress that would be out of place for any show at the venue beside a Kindycore one. Zoe stood on stage singing her heart out, in a Disney Princess shirt with a prohibitively short skirt showing off the Pull-Up underneath that thanks to the heat to the flood lights, no longer had all of it's stars. Zoe blew a kiss and didn't know if Charli caught it, she was in the moment. This was Rockerbye's moment. The chance to make history, to rewrite Kindycore along our own lines. *Insert ad for Blue Apron* Hi, I'm Zoe Galloway. Ten years ago I was this kid. I strummed thatt guitar like no tomorrow, and like for so many others, getting a girl was part of it. The Midwest in the late 00's was a hotpot of varrying punk scenes and Kindycore was among the strangest and yet the most enduring. In fact, the recent output of singers like Melanie Martinez and Miley Cyrus seem to cement the impact of Kindycore even if if it was short lived. Kindycore was a thing. For a beautiful few years, it was hard to go into Hot Topic and not find among the punk and rock merch things that looked like they belonged for kids. Toys, costume jewelry and makeup,ribbons, bows, the works. The early 10's were such a weird and wonderful time to be alive. I'm going to be taking you through a multipart series here on Punk History. I'm grateful for the Odcast network for letting me speak with you today. I may be a journalist, but returning to my roots will be something awesome I want to share with you. I'll be taking you through dressing cute the first time, buying my first guitar, my first wet pull-up, wetting the bed for the first time, writing music, making friends, slumber parties, play dates, all the way up until our first and only show. Please, join me in taking a look at a maligned subculture. Join me for, The Best Ever Daycore Band Out of Desoto. *Inert ad for another podcast* “Only, the the All Things Odcast Network. XOXO Ya'll.” *Insert ad for Zip Recruiter*

"Oh hey, yeah today was...something." Emily wipes the tears out of her eyes, "But yeah, how are you, how are things?"

Emily took a moment before responding. Feeling like a kid who'd been caught but hadn't done anything wrong. Still, the warm bubbles and suds were nice and even after she pushed the thought from her mind she took a moment. "In the tub,, hun."

Emily returned home. She paid the Uber driver she'd gotten at the station and walked in. Every step felt heavy and she felt herself fighting back tears as she fumbled for her keys first inside of her purse and then again finding the right one to unlock the door. The lights were out, there was no smell of dinner. It was just another night. Emily trudged inside shrugging off accessories and clothes before walking into the bathroom, turning on the bath and sitting down for a cry. She'd started doing it quite a bit lately, but there was something about setting oaking, especially with some bath bombs or bubble bath, and just letting the day soak away as best as she could. Emily stilled herself as best as possible in her privacy, focusing on keeping her breathing stable to fight off crying and just enjoying the warm, sudsy goodness of the tub.

Emily took a few moments after seeing the text come in to calm herself. She felt guilty. If her partner was asking her if she was coming home, then he'd become used to this unsustainable arrangement. She was upset but didn't know if she needed to be upset with herself for such a toxic situation becoming something other people now planned around. "Yeah babe, just picked up a late shift and helped with closing. Love you'.

"Order up Emily!" Her boss shouted at her. Emily had been enjoying a quiet moment, not really a break, but some time on her phone to text and respond. That all came to a quick end. She wordlessly accepted the tray, only exchanging nods with her boss. He styled himself as a head chef and used terms she would swear he'd only picked up from TV cooking shows and barked at people as if being loud made him the Gorden Ramsey of the diner rather than being a good cook might. Emily smiled though lewd jokes, complaints, and being uncomfortably hit on. Being just over a touch over five feet tall and having good skin never faild to cause people to treat her like a high schooler.This wasn't what she signed up for. After years in culinary school and taking part time jobs working in restaurants, she was no chef, rather, she found herself waitressing in two part time jobs that both swore in the interview that they had 'opportunity for advancement. Emily took the abuse and the harassment. Every tip, every hour of work was checked against the student loan debt she visualized in her mind. It was then checked against phone bills and rent, among all her other bills and general indulgences that made life liveable. Emily cried at work. She'd been crying at work for a long time now. For months she'd been applying for new jobs and for months no success. It was draining and she was at her breaking point. Danny and she hadn't had as much time together. She was sleep deprived. She was anxious all of the time. Most embarrassingly of all, she'd taken to wearing pads constantly as after every major anxiety episode she'd find more than a bit of wetness in her underwear if not visible on her pants on extreme occasions. They also helped if her boss would let her step away for a few moments to use the toilet. She'd probably dribbled in her panties more being here than she did as a toddler. Something had to change soon, Emily could keep living this way she sobbed as she drove home once her shift was over.

Oh Goodie! It's a bit embarrassing to say it but sometimes I need special panties *just* for big girls because I forget I need to go potty and have an accident! Don't tell anyone though, it's really embarrassing even if big girls didn't need them they wouldn't make them. I look forward to hopefully creating some content for everyone and with any luck, people will enjoy it. Now, please keep it a secret but my special panties are feeling sorta squishy so if we could just keep that between us while I find my Daddy to help me?

Hi, I'm Lya and I somemany years old. I'm also Lyanna and have a smidge of history as a writer and RPer. I'd really be interested into hopping into an RP as a way to help me get back to writing on the regular. I've been a member of online and in person ageplay or little communities for 5 years. I previously had an account as JenAndTonic but that no longer feels right to use and I can't remember the password for it anyway. I am a smol one, a little who tends to hover in the 3-5 area but I've recently discovered a middle side as well, though as a middle girl who still is clingy to her Daddy and needs 'bed time panties' despite being a big girl. I do have a Daddy IRL who I love very much and has been more a parent to me than my flesh and blood have. Dad's cool with what I do online and has been nothing but a supportive and positive influence on me. I also am happily married, and share a home with my best friend, her 'little' girl and our several birds.