Things I Like 53 Yr Old / Going On 3 Age Player

"Oh, you think you're such a big boy now, don't you?!" Roseanne snarled, her face twisted in fury as she yanked the front of his crinkly Sesame Street diaper up tight between his legs, making sure the thick padding bulged obscenely around his exposed crotch.

The shirtless man thrashed on the wooden dining table, legs spread wide and kicking helplessly, his face bright red with humiliated tears streaming down his cheeks. "M-Mommy NOOO! Please...everyone's gonna seeee!"

"That's the fucking point, you pathetic little regressor!" she barked, shoving him back down with one strong hand while the other adjusted the tapes with loud, humiliating *riiiips*. "After all your accidents and whining about being a grown man, we're done pretending. Look at this chart!"

She jerked her head toward the colorful potty training poster covered in red X's. "YOU GO BACK IN DIAPERS!"

The words screamed across the wall in bold red marker. She leaned in closer, her grip firm on his hips, pinning him in place for the whole room to see:his bare chest heaving, the childish diaper on full humiliating display, the discarded clothes on the floor, and his erection already betraying him by straining against the padded front.

"From now on, you're my big helpless baby in front of everyone:family, friends, neighbors. No more pants. No more dignity. Just thick, crinkly diapers, bottles, and constant reminders of how far you've regressed."

“This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted.” I kept repeating to myself.

It was true this was what I wanted but now that it’s happening I have mixed feelings. For a two years now I had been secretly wearing my older sister’s clothes without her knowing. Then one day out of curiosity I tried on one of my little sister’s goodnites and was instantly hooked. From then on I started wearing my little sisters clothes instead and slowly realized that I wanted to be a baby girl. I didn’t know how to tell my mom about my feelings so I started getting careless about not being caught. And then it happened.

One day my mom said she and my sisters were going out and wouldn’t be back until the evening of the next day and that I’d have the house to myself for the night. I took the opportunity to sleep exactly like a baby in my little sisters cote with foldable rails. We ate dinner as night and soon I was completely alone. I changed out of my boy clothes and into one of my little sisters goodnite and nightgowns. I got into the cot and pulled up the rails before putting the Disney Princess blankets over me and snuggled with one of the stuffed animal my little sister usually did.

I woke up the next morning with a strange taste in my mouth and a cold wet feeling between my legs. Before I could fully wake up and start analyzing what was going on I heard someone open the bedroom door. I looked over to see my mom walk in and close the door behind her.

“Good morning baby girl.” She said walking over to me. “I’m sorry I lied about you having the house to yourself for the night but I had to know if you actually were the who was stealing your sisters clothes and goodnites.” She then explained that she knew someone had been taking my little sisters goodnites and dresses for awhile now but didn’t know if it was me or my older sister, so she set this night up as a trap to see if it was me and was planning something similar next week if it was my sister. “But I guess there’s no point now that I found my new baby girl.” As she was explaining I realized that the strange taste in my mouth was a pacifier. “Don’t bother trying to say that this is your first time or a one time thing as I already found your stash of her clothes that were supposed to be donated to goodwill.” She said before I could retort. “Now here are the rules you will be following from now on:”

1. Because this must be what you want you are a baby girl now and will be expected to behave as such. This means you are the youngest member of the family making your little sister your older sister and you will address her as such.

2. You are no longer allowed to wear pants. From now on you will only wear skirts, dresses and tights.

3. The toilet is off limits. You will wear and use your diapers for their intended purpose.

4. You will refer to me as mommy just like all baby girls address their mothers.

“Now lets get you changed. The medicine on the pacifier I put in your mouth last night should have made you wet by now.” She lowered the rails and changed me into a pink despicable diaper, pink dress, white tights and put two pink bows in my hair. “Remember this is what you wanted.” She said before leaving to get breakfast ready.

Stop me at the front door before we go out to make sure I have a dry diaper on?

Carry my diaper bag everywhere we go?

Sneak some of your favorite diapers from my stash to your house for when I come over to visit, and make me sleep in just a diaper during sleepovers so you can "keep an eye on things?"

Give me butt pat's randomly throughout the day and pretend like you're not checking me?

Leave one of my diapers in the pouch of your car seat and "forget" about it when you take me and your friends out for drinks?

Ask me if I need a change exactly when I need one, but dont tell me how you knew I needed one?

Set up an elaborate plan where you'll just absolutely HAVE to change me at your parents' Christmas party because I accidentally drank too much of the punch you were constantly passing my way?

Find any reason on earth to bring up anything about me wearing and needing diapers and how involved you are in that while i'm trying really hard to talk about normal big boy life?

Ask me "uh huh. And who wears the diapers in this house?" Anytime you want to win an argument?

Treat me like a toddler because you think it's adorable how I react?

Ask me, "Does that fit over your diapers okay, buddy?" When you take me shopping for clothes?

Ask me if I'm wet in a public situation loud enough for me to hear it, but just quiet enough for everyone else to miss it?

Watch me waddle all over town, but never say that it's obvious?

Say, "Are you happy to see me, or is that just your wet diaper?" When you get handsy?

Call me your "Little Potty Pants Goober." Whenever you feel like it?

Change me during an adventure, like on a hike, or on a climbing trip where you take your sweet time untaping my old diaper, cleaning me up, rubbing butt paste on my booty and privates, unfolding and taping on the new diaper just to make me nervous and squirmy?

Order restocks of the diapers you think I look cutest in, even if it means I'll only have baby-ish diapers to wear to work and everywhere else I go? And mention that you set up an auto order for them so I'll have no choice but to wear them?

Make me a changing schedule that has been formed so perfectly that you'll be the only one changing my diapers from now on? And adding the additional rule that I'll be in trouble if I try to do it myself?

Make me keep my diapers on during every "special feel good time" so I dont have any accidents on the bed?

Notice the bulk of my diapers through my clothes, but denying that anyone can tell?

Drive me everywhere, and give me constant checks throughout the car ride?

Help me pack my suitcase full of diapers for a vacation, but insist that you carry some extra diapers in your carry-on just in case I'll need a change on the way there?

Keep it a secret that you're taking me to a nude beach after you tape me into the most childish diaper I own?

Ask the waiter for a kids' menu "for the big boy here" so you can send me straight to little space just because you think it's cute?

Wake up before I do to sneakily give my nighttime diaper a check so you know if I'll need a change right away or not?

Secretly convert the guest bedroom into a nursery while I'm on a business trip so you can surprise me with my new way of life when I get back?

Give me a strict bedtime that results in an 8+ hour night sleep so that you can guarantee super soaked nighttime diapers because you think it's adorable how much of a bedwetter I am?

Tell a few of your trusted close friends that your boyfriend is still in diapers, and then proceed to tell me that you told them before they come over for game night?

Learn my body's routine so well that you dont really need to check me anymore. You just know that I'll need a change at a certain time of day?

Message me things like "How's your diaper doin' kiddo?" "Have you changed yet?" "Get home soon so we can get you changed before dinner's ready!" "Did you remember to bring your diaper bag with you?" "I bet you're probably soaked right now, huh?"

Bring my diaper bag into the amusement park with us whether I'll need it or not because you know the bag will be checked and the contents will be removed? And that you'll need to open it at random because you might need to find the sunscreen, chapstick, tissues, water, snacks, phone, wallet, sunglasses, and anything else you might have stashed in there?

Okay, cool...

Yeah, I think I'll have to say yes to that because all the butterflies in my tummy told me to. Sorry, I dont make the rules.

Special treatment for babies who properly use their Pampers 😳

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