My real name is nowhere near Rob or Robby, and all I can tell you about myself is that I am female-bodied and in my late 20's, having never taken the first drop of male hormones nor had the first surgery. I would be devastated if those who know me in the real world discovered my lifelong interest not only in gender/sexuality, hence the short haircut and refusal to dress femininely (i.e. dresses) since 4th grade, but in the use of diapers -- especially for pooping!
I myself haven't worn an actual diaper since I was under 3 years old, but I've always been fascinated with what goes in them when the wearer has a stomachache! I've been called "weird" all my life for watching intently as my little sister and cousins got their poopy diapers changed. Then upon finding many drawings of babies/toddlers being changed when I was 11, my mom tore them up and threatened to "make me eat the paper" if she ever found such an "inappropriate" drawing in my desk again!
So as you can imagine, my fingers are trembling as I type this while she sleeps in a nearby room of this house, so I'll try to rush this post to completion. I'm basically just a butch-looking female who is made to wear women's clothing (they can be pants as long as they come from the ladies' dept.), and no one would suspect that I have such an interest. In fact, I've dishonestly answered, "Eeeew, noooo!!!!!" to the question, "Have you ever pooped your pants in your remembered life?" Lol, have I ever?!? In fact, the better question is, "How many times have you pooped yourself on purpose as a legal adult?" (Answer: numerous while home alone before carefully discarding the evidence, which how I survived to write this!)
My underwear are the cheapest white/pastel panties available, and in addition to blood stains from my period, they often have what I call "minor skids" from me "not completing the paperwork," then scratching my butt later. It infuriates me when people say that "only XY men have that problem" because I know better (and see the evidence in my panties many times a week). You'll never know how many tears have wet my pillow because I have "the worst of both worlds!" (i.e. I'm not "pretty" or "classy" like a lady, nor am I "strong" and "brave" like a man.)
My dream come true would be to go through "transition," which neither parent supports, wearing diapers for a period of time since boys train later than girls (I was about 33 months when I started wearing panties). I would also not want to go through that awkward stage of being a high-voiced, large-breasted, tampon-changing person in the men's room, which would give me a perfect excuse to wear diapers for the first time in decades! But until I live away from my parents, it just isn't safe for me to express myself about either of these things (transgenderism or infantilism). So until that "lucky" time in my life arrives, if it ever does, I will simply live as a miserable, short-haired woman, wearing cheap, cotton panties with skids and menses stains that eventually turn into holes.