These are just some recent pictures of me. I’ve been feeling pretty good about myself lately and taking pictures a bit more often. It’s a nice feeling.
What Daddy has waiting for him when he comes home from work.
Routine Procedure pt. 5
Over the next couple of days, it was actually abnormal for Kate not to give me some special attention down there during a diaper change. Just woke up? Let’s try using my vibrator on your soaked diaper. Need a change before lunch? How about reverse cowgirl while laying there on top of your fresh diaper. Time for your night diaper? Bedtime blowjob.
Don’t get me wrong, Kate and I have always had a very good sex life, but this past week was unlike any other.
On Saturday, in the middle of a mid-afternoon change, was when Kate suggested we try getting out of the house for a bit.
“You really soak through these diapers quick, Mike. We’re gonna have to see about getting some more soon.”
“I suppose we should, right? I mean, they’re working infinitely better than that condom thing,” I said as I was laying back while Kate took care of wiping me down.
Despite what she had said about showing me how to change myself, she didn’t seem to mind taking care of it, and I was in no rush to put a stop to it considering what was in it for me.
“That’s very true. There was only that one minor leak you had last night, which I’m sure we can find a way to prevent in the future. I’ll put in an order for some new diapers tonight, so they get here by Monday.”
Kate secured the last tape and ran a finger along the elastic leg gathers. “You know, that new game store opened up in the mall on the other side of town. What do you say we stop over there and see how it is?”
I froze. Being diapered at home was one thing. Going out in public though…. Kate seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.
“Mike. Earth to Mike. Remember what we talked about? No one is going to be paying attention to the size of your butt or the sound of your pants. And guess what? Even if they do, who cares? You have a medical need to wear diapers. Just like people who have trouble walking use canes, it’s a medical thing. You didn’t ask to be incontinent.”
I looked at myself in the mirror. My jeans appeared to do their job of concealing my diaper.
“You know,” Kate popped up behind me in the reflection, “if you’re so worried about people seeing, they do make onesies for adults. Just a thought.”
I scoffed at her, and we headed off to the mall.
About 30 minutes later, we arrived. I couldn’t help but notice that it seemed like there were a heck of a lot more people there than normal. Another 10 minutes later and we were finally able to find a parking space towards the back. As I got out of the car, I made sure my shirt was pulled down as far as it could go. It was all I needed for my shirt to ride up and expose my plastic waistband.
Kate grabbed my hand, but not before giving my padded butt a firm slap. The corner of her mouth turned up ever so slightly, and we walked hand-in-hand up to the mall.
You know that feeling you get when it feels like someone is watching you? Yeah, it did not go away no matter how much time passed as we meandered through the mall.
Our first stop was in the food court, where we grabbed a late lunch of chicken and waffles. Kate went to order the food while I found a spot to sit down.
“All ready,” Kate said as she walked up with a tray piled with chicken. “They accidentally made your lemonade a large, and I wasn’t about time tell them they were wrong.”
“It is the best homemade lemonade in town,” I said, grabbing my plate off of the tray.
Kate set the tray down, then went to grab a couple of napkins. A few moments later, I noticed my shirt rising up and the back of my diaper being pulled open. I spun around and swatted the offending hand away, which turned out to belong to Kate.
“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?!”
“Giving you a diaper check, what else?”
“We are in the middle of the mall!”
“It’s been awhile since you had your diaper changed, and I know you are bad at knowing when you’re at capacity,” Kate gave me a ‘prove me wrong’ look.
“I’m fine!! Just… not out in broad daylight, please?” I pleaded.
“Well I didn’t even get a chance to properly check just now, but if you say so….”
After stopping in a couple clothing stores, (“Hey, we should think about getting you some new jeans. Those ones seem a little tight all of the sudden.”) we finally made our way to the new gaming store. It was like a one-stop shop for gamers, with board games, collectibles, and video games. Towards the back, there were tables setup, where people could break out their games or card decks and hang out for a bit.
Once we had searched down all the aisles, we found ourselves in the back next to the gaming tables.
“Hey, we’re looking for two more for Ticket to Ride! Do you guys want in?” said a blonde girl from a table in the corner. She and another girl were setting up the board, getting ready to start.
Kate’s eyes grew to the size of saucers.
“Oh heck yes! I never lose at this game!” It was true, she did never lose, and she never let me hear the end of it whenever we played.
An hour later, and it was clear that it was between Kate and Melanie, the blonde girl, on who would be crowned victorious. The other girl and I had all but given up. Seeing that there was no way I could complete all my routes, I had long since resorted to my usual strategy of trying to sabotage Kate.
“Annnnnd 110, 111, 112. I have retained my crown,” Kate gloated.
“Oh wonderful,” I said, “I can’t wait to hear about this all the way home.”
“Well played, you two,” Melanie chimed in. “Don’t worry about cleaning up, we are actually waiting for some friends to come play a round.”
“Oh thank you, that’s so nice,” Kate said as we both stood up to leave.
“Of course! It was nice meet…..” Melanie trailed off, staring at my crotch.
Both Kate and I followed her gaze, and it was then that I saw that I’d had a major leak.
Large wet spots had formed down the inside of my jeans, as well as two half-moon shapes on my butt. Looking at my chair, there was more evidence of my accident, there for all to see.
It was obvious to anyone looking what had happened.
I was speechless.
“Oh shit, we’re so sorry! Let me just wipe this up…” Kate said as she frantically wiped the seat down with a tissue.
The girls were equally dumbstruck, as they watched Kate lead me out of the store waddling behind her.
The feeling of eyes on me increased tenfold on the walk through the mall to the car. Without a jacket or anything to cover up with, we moved as fast as we could, whispers and giggles following us out.
In what seemed like an eternity later, we finally made it back to the car.
“I’ll get the seats cleaned, don’t worry baby, just get in.” Kate pulled open her door and got the car started. I didn’t need to be told twice, as I practically leaped into the car.
“That…I…I’m so embarrassed….” I was starting to get choked up, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
“Hey, hey, there there sweetie, I’m sorry. That can’t have been fun, I know. It’s not your fault.” Kate was rubbing my back, the car still in park.
“That doesn’t make it any less humiliating! And it’s not even like I had a little accident, Kate, my diaper leaked!” I was almost yelling, my emotions getting the better of me.
“Shhhh baby, it’s okay, take deep breaths, it’s going to be okay. We didn’t know anyone there, no one important saw, you’ll be fine.”
I was still upset, but I listened to her, taking steadying breaths that at least got my heart rate under control. Seeing this, Kate started to back out of our parking spot.
“Let’s get you home and into a bath, baby,” Kate soothed. We drove on in silence for awhile as I continued to calm down.
I think,“ Kate broke the silence, "that we might want to consider getting you some thicker protection. Just to be safe, you know? What do you think?”
“I think that means I will definitely be waddling, and it will be obvious to everyone what I’m wearing,” I said, staring out the window.
“Well, do you prefer people maybe noticing that you walk a little funny, or running the risk of leaking like happened back there?”
“I don’t know Kate, I just…I don’t want to think about it.”
“I’ll take care of it then, babe,” Kate said, “those hospital diapers are notoriously cheap anyway. We’ll find something that works better for you. And I’ll look into some of those onesies, so you don’t feel so self-conscious about your diaper sticking out.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said, as we continued down the highway.
Kate knew exactly where to look when she logged on to order new diapers.
Let’s see, she thought, I think probably a case of ABU Simple Ultra. Maybe a mixed case with some fun prints? No, it was too soon to go all-in like that. I’ll just add in another pack of PeekABUs. That’s 90 diapers, so at 2-3 diapers a day, that should be good for a month. Better throw in some boosters, too. And set up a recurring monthly order, yes please.
With that order placed, it was then to the ODU website, where she settled on several of their basic onesies.
“All in good time, Kate,” she muttered to herself as she looked longingly at all of the cute designs. She could just picture how adorable Mike would look in that dinosaur onesie.
She was so horny right now. The sight of Mike in his wet jeans, his face burning bright red. Her hand slipped down the front of her shorts.
Oh fuck, she thought, he was so humiliated. She rubbed her clit to the image of Mike standing there over the pee puddle on his chair while those girls looked on.
Had she taped on his diaper perhaps a little loose before they went to the mall? Yes.
Had she intentionally ordered Mike a large lemonade? Also yes.
Had she suspected during her impromptu diaper check at the food court that Mike would protest and insist he was fine? Triple yes.
Had she known those flimsy hospital diapers would fail sooner rather than later, and she could talk Mike into something a bit thicker?
Ding-ding-ding, we have a winner.
Kate closed the laptop and got up.
She had a diaper boy she needed to fuck.
I’m counting on this thick diaper and a stuffer to make it just a few more hours at work. Pray for my shorts.
Do you think this is an appropriate outfit for a big sissy baby like me?
I’m all wet. Whatcha gonna do about it?
I yam what I yam
I ordered both of these a little while ago. They are being custom made in my size and should arrive in a few weeks. The camisole will actually be hot pink and the babydoll dress comes with matching mitts and booties too. This baby has a real weakness for satin!
Work is boring. Sneaking off to the bathroom to take pictures of my big diaper butt helps pass the time.
“What’s that sweetie? You feel funny? Well its about time… Daddy put a special little something in your juice tonight. Its gonna help you. Help you what? Help you relax of course. Silly girl. You should be feeling all warm and fuzzy right now. Do your limbs feel all heavy and loose ? Goodness, you’re already drooling all over yourself. Now try to come over here so daddy can take care of you for the rest of the evening. Awh, cant get up can you ? It looks like you’re going to have to crawl. Don’t worry, you’ll get good at it. After all, you’re going to be doing lots of crawling from now on. Let daddy pick you up and lay you down and change you into your new clothes, Here’s your favorite stuffie and paci to help you relax…”
My favorite! Who wants to spike a sippy cup for me and make a helpless little baby?
Headed to work and feeling great!
Just a little diaper check
All dressed up cute to help Daddy clean the house today!
This diaper was dry only a few hours ago, but two cups of coffee and about 24 oz of water later…here we are. 😝
Who would like to be put in this pretty diaper?
That’s me. People often ask me why I make that point so often in my posts, and so emphatically. Here’s why.
When people see me in public, the default identity they assign me is transgender. That means they assume I want to be a woman, or consider myself one, as well as a whole myriad of other assumptions. Since I am genderfluid, I know myself to be male, and I do not claim womanhood. You can see how this is a conundrum for me.
It gets trickier when a transphobic person encounters me. It’s a hard thing to be hated for what you are, but to be lumped into a group you don’t belong in and then hated for things you don’t even identify with is just ridiculous. I often wonder, if people knew I was genderfluid, and knew what that meant in terms of my identity, gender, sex, and sexuality, would I still be so foreign to them? I suspect the answer is no. It is my hypothesis that the genderfluid identity would be more easily accepted by society if it was not considered synonymous to the transgender identity.
I’m a male. I identify as a male. My sexuality is pansexual, however, I’m also monogamous so truly I am Daniellesexual. I have a feminine gender much of the time by choice, and I am in a lifelong relationship with a cisgender woman. I’m totally comfortable with that identity because I chose it. Compare that to a transgender woman. She identifies as a woman, in terms of gender, and biological sex, regardless of what is or isn’t between her legs. She knows she is the opposite sex of what her body displayed at birth. We are most definitely entirely different entities who should not be considered or categorized as the same thing.
Fuck Cancel Culture. Delete me if you like. It’s ok to not want to be mistaken for trans, while still supporting transgender people. It’s ok to be nonconforming or nonbinary and NOT consider yourself trans. And, it’s ok to be offended if people refuse to get it. For instance, I simply don’t want people thinking I believe I am a woman. Why? Because I am NOT a woman and I know that. Why would I be ok with people thinking otherwise? I have no fear of being called transphobic for these ideas because it’s wholly untrue. I’m just NOT trans.
Nowadays, the word transgender is often more than an identifier. It can be a belief system and a political ideology, and it often relies on common binary themes, like femininity/masculinity, gay/straight, trans/cis. Some people, like me, are not wired to make binary choices. My genderfluidity is a part of me. It is how I am, moreso than who I am. Many crossdressers are genderfluid and not trans, yet so few admit it. Instead, they use the umbrella word ‘transgender’ because it seemingly can apply to anything as long as you believe you’re what you want to be. And, it’s the cool thing to do right now. Didn’t you know? Everyone online is trans. But, not me. I still insist that I’m a male. Yes, I dress in clothes traditionally worn by cisgender females. So? Does that mean I have to be transgender? Not for me it doesn’t. Being transgender would limit my experience and confine me to a binary box. I am doing the opposite with my life. I’m widening my spectrum of possibilities by choosing to be genderfluid. I am not striving towards a binary, I’m breaking the binary. In fact, of all the things that come to mind when you think of the word transgender, clothing and fashion are the only ones that have anything to do with genderfluidity. That, and the occasional need to use the women’s restroom.
That brings me to my final, and most controversial point. While I understand and fully support transgender rights, I do not assert them for myself, and I can’t have the world thinking that I do. I use the women’s bathroom mainly for safety reasons, not because my sex dictates it. I have no need to join a women’s softball league or a sorority or a lesbian book club (though that might be fun). I’m not asking for these things because I’m not claiming womanhood. The claim of womanhood is the very thing separating trans women from genderfluid girls, and nothing could be a more profound difference. My worry is that while trans people are rising in prominence, genderfluid people will remain in the shadow of the trans umbrella, destined to be mistaken for trans forever. I can’t let that happen.
Genderfluids are here, and proud, real but apparently not loud. If you’re nonconforming or nonbinary, but NOT trans, its time to speak up and make yourself known, before this wave swallows you up, and you emerge voiceless.
And by the way, anyone who falsely attaches a bigoted tone to this probably just felt my hypothesis manifest as a bullet hole in their identity foundation. To those people, I’m sorry and my heart goes out to you. You should build a stronger house of cards, or get thicker skin. You will never blot out my sun or force me into assimilation or cancel me. Genderfluids don’t die, remember? We multiply.
'Til next time, live the life you love, and remember, I’m genderfluid,
Very well said. I also consider myself non binary and this is exactly right. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with transgender people and they deserve to be heard, protected and cherished. I choose my identity based on my personal experiences and feelings and so do they. I may dress a certain way or call myself a certain name but that doesn’t mean I am denying who I have always been.
People often mistake me for being transgender or ask me if I’m going to come out or fully transition. Honestly, some of them mean well, but it does hurt to have to repeat myself about this. I am not transitioning or coming out. I am taking steps to change how I look only in the same way anyone would. I’m not having my body hair removed as part of a transition to some new identity. I’m doing it just because that’s how I would prefer to be.
I have many interests and personality traits that are both “male” and “female” in the binary sense of things. The truth of it is though, NONE OF THOSE THINGS truly define me. We are all a complex mixture of our experiences and interests and they don’t all make sense when you try to rigidly categorize them. I am gender queer and proud of it.