Aww, sweet baby. Don't cry, I love you best of all. You are my good girl. Come now let us sit on the couch and you can suc-k on my titties.'' Caroline got toilet paper and began to wipe me. She got me to roll over on to my stomach so she could get to my rear. I did not lie flat on the table as my clitty was making that difficult so I had my rear in the air. It was good as Carolyn wiped me. Carolyn said, “Just hold that position while I go get a cloth and some water. As I waited there with my rear in the air I wondered what the ladies had in store for me today. Some stories will end abruptly after the climax, which is a legitimate way to do things. After all, the story is over. But It’s often more satisfying to readers to see some tying up of loose ends, to see the aftermath of the struggle, or to see that the hero’s sacrifice had some effect. The denouement is the term used for this finale to the story. Some use the term “denouement” to refer to the climax, or merely to mean the end of the story. These meanings are incorrect, and I won’t be using the term in either of these ways. The denouement is the “falling action” after the climax, the mirror image of the rising action. Viewpoint Character People had really burst into laughter then, everyone talking about the 5 foot adult baby girl in the diaper. They had been holding their phones up, no doubt recording the incident.

Carolyn said, “Chrissy my darling are you up to appearing in public dressed as a girl? We wouldn’t want you to give yourself away.” After being shown the way, Carolyn took me by the hand and led me down the hall to the door marked “Ladies.” Diaper training and a specialized diet to destroy her control of her body, bondage therapy to make her feel as helpless as possible, hypnosis tapes while she'd slept, 'regression therapy' as he called it, to destroy her adult identity, and endlessly treating her like a child. manner after she told a joke. Carolyn also reminded me of when we ate I was to take small bites and small sips. She got me to drink some water out a glass in small sips.Really? I would have thought she’d rather wake up in a wet diaper than a wet bed”. Jenny commented. Video games must have storylines and thus plot, or else they’re just forgettable mechanics, so I’m borrowing some videogame terms here. Player-vs.-player games pit one player against another in an arena of some form. Likewise, many stories have a central character who is trying to accomplish some goal, but they have an enemy who’s trying to stop them. Sometimes that goal is just survival – the enemy is trying to kill or otherwise harm them, and they’re trying to stay alive. The enemy could be another person, but in science fiction or fantasy genres the enemy could be an alien or a supernatural entity. Conflict: PvE The following Chapters are a true account of my experiences followed by some additional fantasy writing I have flagged to keep them separate. Hope you enjoy both the true and fantasy continuation of my story. The Author.

You don't know how happy it makes me to see Madam smiling again,” she went on. “I'm sure she'll really hate to see her little girl go once the weekend is over.” The plot of a story has a beginning and an end, but the key to a plot that engages readers is tension. Tension builds to the climax, at which point the story is more or less over, though loose ends can still be tied up. The plot “arc” tends to look like this: Inciting Incident A new law came in about 3 years ago which means that all major public places, such as motorway service stations and coffee shops and schools and cinemas and so on must have facilities for AB's. There is usually a member of the waitress staff who can look after us and feed us if necessary. Changing facilities are also in place.Christy couldn't help but be a bit flustered at the gesture. She'd agreed to wear them, of course, but she'd hoped to wait until the next day. Still, it wouldn't be a terrible idea to put one on now. It was like Stacy said, just in case. "Alright. Gimme a sec." She slipped into the changing room, shutting the door behind her and pulling down her pants. She retrieved the pull-up off the changing table, looking it over a bit in her hands. Oh, how awful for her. Still, you know how it is with kids – give it a couple of weeks and they’ll all be talking about something else”, Jenny sympathised.

I replied, "Well I suppose they would not really like the idea, my mom might be a bit sympathetic as she has said she wish she had a girl also, I have two brothers." Carolyn said, "Well you should just enjoy the feelings your clitty gives you” I replied, “My clitty, oh you mean my penis. That’s a better name for it and I love it when my clitty gets excited by my frillies.” Anyway, the need kept growing and I finally went to the woman and told her of my needs and begged to have the diapers removed so I could go to the bathroom. I was reminded about not wanting to use it before and so now I didn't have to, I could use my diapers as that was what they are for. Though fresh fear swelled inside me, I thought she was just trying to scare me as additional punishment. Returning to the other room, I tried to push the need from my thoughts. More time passed and the need grew until I was cramping and folding over from pain. Without any other choice, I returned to her begging again to please let me use the bathroom along with promises I'd never wet outside again. She only repeated her earlier statement and again reminded me that was what the diapers were for. I really felt panic now as I knew she was really serious. I asked if I did use the diapers would she then remove them. She smiled as she calmly replied, We'll see.Carolyn said, "And I surprised you when I came through into the room and you tried to hide your erection." I said, "I was embarrassed I was feeling that way as boys should not feel things like that." I told her of the movie that was due to start soon. She said, “It’s interesting you chose that particular movie, I know of the movie, a man dressing in woman's clothes." She continued, "Well Chrissy my dear girl how you are enjoying your stay here with us?" I replied, "Very much Aunt Mary, the clothes you have put me into are so wonderful I wish I could always dress this way." Aunt Mary replied, "We are glad you enjoy it so much. We want to give you a taste of what it will be like as a girl from earlier in your life, we have a surprise for you later." I was wondering what it could be and looked forward to it as I was sure it would be good. Bella lay over her new daddy's lap, thrashing in place while her tears wet the floor beneath her, her pigtails dangling in front of her.

Amy was secured into the crib using bars on the top of the crib as her mother made the rest of the room into a nursery. All the clothes were replaced with things babies would wear, and diapers replaced all the underwear. Neil is a high-powered lawyer, a successful man and respected by all, but there's one thing that he's always wanted. Not a wife, not a baby, but both of those things in one. Unfortunately for the troublesome daughter of one of his oldest friends, that girl is about to become exactly what he wants. Sometimes we go to the petting zoo, or to the mall or do some visiting. After a busy day mommy will put in the tub again to play awhile and sometimes mommy will climb in the tub too. We'll blow bubbles, wash my dollies and have a lot of fun. Then mommy will read me a story, and just before bed she'll nurse me again. Mommy will tweak her nipple I'm almost sixty years old now and because of these horrid events, I developed a diaper fetish which seems both a blessing and a curse. Years after I left that boarding house, I returned to confront the woman though I don't know what I had in mind to say. Her daughter had inherited the house and was married. The mother (my tormentor) died several years earlier. Fortunately the daughter didn't remember me. I left somewhat angry, feeling the woman had cheated me by dying before I could confront her. Today diapers bring me the tranquil peace and surrender of all the stresses of life. In a way I return to that little boy who had all responsibility taken from him. Thanks for letting me give validation to my life by reading my biography and some fun in the additional fantasies. I hope you enjoyed it. ENDStill facing away from the mirror, I sat quietly while Carolyn brushed and curled what had been longish hair for a boy. After looking through a small drawer in the dresser, Aunt Mary approached with two matching satin ribbons, the exact color of the dress. After tying each into a pretty bow on either side of my head, both women smiled. Still beaming, they pulled me to my feet. “Don't look yet, Chrissy,” instructed Aunt Mary, “let's slip your lovely dress on first.”