Thanks for making me feel so welcome. This is a really neat website.
I wet the bed until the age of five or six. I remember a time when my
mom and I went shopping for some new plastic panties at a local variety
store. I can still see the racks displaying a dizzying array of lovely plastic
panties, diapers, diaper pins and other goodies.
I was a little scared that someone might notice and make fun of me. My
little tummy buzzed as mom and I approached the check out counter.
Luckily, it was a slow time of day and no else but one really attractive
sales lady was around to see my worried and shamed expression.
My fear and anxiety were quickly replaced with excitement and pride as she
and mom made a big fuss -- OOOOoohh! Such Pretty Panties! For you?
You sure are one lucky little boy today!! My heart raced as she and mom
smiled. The heady, sweet aroma of the new vinyl panties filled my head
as mom drew me a bath. I loved to play in the bathtub -- boats or diver
but today mom let me try a new game with her -- Baby Time! WEEEeeeee!
Mom let me splash around in the tub while wearing my cherished new panties.
We laughed as funny air pockets formed and bubbles gurgled beneath the elastic waist band. My mom's blouse got wet and became very sheer from all our fun and games as she gently rubbed my back while giggling and cooing.
She even teased and coaxed me to try 'em out for their intended purpose
so I enjoyed a perfectly golden glow of pure bliss in sweet warm piss! WEEEEEEEE!
Bi for now!!