I have been forcibly regressed and feminized. I am now permanently back in the cloth diapers and plastic pants of my childhood except now I am a baby gurl. I day takes me deeper into babyhood.
I know this feeling. I realize I had wet my diapers not once but several times without realizing it. My bladder control was totally gone and Mommy said I will be in diapers for the rest of my life. There was no going back to adulthood. She said I would continue to lose other grownup things, too. Did she say "like teeth???"
Even after a year back in diapers full-time I still was humiliated ever time I found my diapers were wet again. I blushed like always. And that happened even when my baby status was not being shown to relatives or her friends!
This was the darling outfit I wore when Mommy was the hostess for her bridge club last week. The pacifier was not allowed out for any reason.
My babysitter took this picture last month. This is me all ready for bed, waiting for her arrival in the back yard. It is 7PM.
This is how I was introduced to Chris, my babysitter. She didn't believe my wife Karen had put me back in diapers for good until she saw for herself.
Pinned back in diapers and wearing pink plastic pants for the first time. Day One of the rest of my life. One hour from now all my body hair will be removed during my first diaper change.
This is a photo of the custom car seat Mommy is having made for my birthday. She says I will turn one again this year.
Most of my diapers are Curity guaze like I wore as a baby. Notice i am double-diapered? I ALWAYS am and wear 3 or 4 at night.
I am being regressed to babyhood but also feminized so I am becoming a baby girl. I am on hormones, and my hair is long and styled like a girl's. Even after a year back in diapers full time I am still shocked and humiliated every time my loss of bladder control reminds me I am in diapers for life.
Yes, that IS my wet diaper pinned in my head inside my plastic pants. My mittens are locked together behind my head. I can hear people moving in and out of the room but have no idea who sees me being punished this way. I am blushing in humiliation the whole 4 hour ordeal.
This what what my neighbors see three days each week.
Yup. My baby clothes are line dried 3 days a week.
Another photo for my BABY BOOK documenting my return to babyhood. I was pinned into 4 night thickness diapers due to an early bedtime. As my diapers get thicker, my plastic pants need to be larger, too. Here is a new pair of pink snap-on baby panties.
Another photo for my Baby Book. Dressed for bed, doubled diapered, pacified, in my footed and mittened sleeper with baby bonnet. It is 7PM, the first of many baby bedtimes.
More and more feminine each day and further into babyhood. Aunt Kathy is snapping up my new baby panties as I finish a bottle of juice before my nap.
This is how I spent an afternoon after being sassy. The pacifier gag was locked.
After a year at the laser hair removal center I am hairless from my eyes down - no beard, chest or underarm hair, no pubic hair, none on my arms or legs. I have pink diaper pins tattooed on each hip and I am in pink nail polish on hands and toes all the time. Each day moves me deeper into sissy babyhood.
I am required to stand by my crib and wait as Mommy gets my bedtime bottle. She says I am too immature to put myself to bed. And I can't argue, thanks to her efforts to regress me.
This is how I am punished for misbehaving - 4 hours in a punishment chair in the kitchen, displayed with the morning's diaper pinned on my head with plastic pants covering me face.
The highchair in my nursery with the pacifier gag I often wear.
The crib in the nursery - my only bed for the rest of my life.
My changing table - notice the stacks of diapers and plastic pants, along with my diaper pail.
This baby dress in pink gingham am with matching panties and bonnet was ordered for my birthday. Mommy says I will be turning one again.
My debut to a new babysitter. This is what she saw when my wife brought her into the living room. Despite knowing she was babysitting an adult, the woman still burst out laughing causing me to shed a few tears of embarrassment.
My diaper pins can be any color but blue. But duckies and teddy bears and bunnies are OK.
My diaper pins can be any color but blue. I am too much of a sissy to wear blue anymore. Ever.
3 days worth of diapers on laundry day, folded and stacked.
With these clear plastic pants everyone can see even my diapers are pinned with pink diaper pins
Baby dresses are never long enough to cover baby's diapers. Mommy wants it that way so everyone will know. She'll paint my nails baby pink in a minute.