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Tygon
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About Me
- About Tygon
- Identity Verified
- No
- Sex
- Transsexual (Female to Male)
- Location
- Up North, USA
- Interest in Diapers
- Adult Baby
- Sexuality
- BDSM
- Interests
- Being outdoors, art/architecture, guitar
- Occupation
- College, Civil Engineer w/ Art Minor
- Biography
- Chill northerner who thinks that winter+footed pj's=awesome
- Favourite diaper
- Abena X-Plus or cloth
- Personal Space
- I've been 'into' diapers as soon as I got out of 'em--so age 3
When I was 3-4, I saw one of my old baby bottles and asked my mom if I could drink out of it. She said yes, but only once & then I had to drink like a big kid... I got more than I bargained for and my dad fed me whilst holding me on our big overstuffed armchair.
When I was 5, my mom caught me sucking on my old pacifier that was in my toy box. I only had the one (white Nuk) that the hospital sent home; my mum didn't believe in paci's. She took it away.
When I was 6, I found out that I could fit into the Pullups my grandma had bought me for my stuffed animals. I wore them for a week 'til I got caught. I had never seen my parents so angry.
The feelings of wanting diapers & wanting to be babied never went away. I just hid them like something shameful.
At 11 the feelings became more intense and I started getting creative with makeshift diapers. I was never caught; I learned my lesson.
At 12 we got the internet... I never thought I was alone, but finding others like me was great nonetheless.
In my teenage years I learned to sew and made several fitted cloth diapers and plastic pants, each one an improvement on the last. I also started insisting upon doing my own laundry.
I made two feet-less footed pj's. My parents didn't seem to care when I wore them.
At 21 I told a close friend about me, who was a bit perplexed but willing to try to understand. Six months later we became roommates. A week after that we were in the baby section at Wal-Mart looking for some Pedialyte because I had had too much fun that weekend... I was on edge already when he mentioned feeding me with the bottle I had showed him. My nerves and stoic facade took over and I declined; I still regret that.
He is fond of cuddling & we ended up sleeping in the same bed more often than not. Holding someone or being held by someone you trust absolutely--whilst diapered, paci in mouth--is amazing, btw.
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