Come on....Give it a try- Chapter one

bmaster1800 · 19-06-2008

"Shelby honey, come downstairs and get ready to open your gifts." I heard my mom yelling from the stairs below. Its Christmas. Now, at 17 years old, most of us would probably be too tired to come downstairs to open up presents. However, this was different. This year was going to be the best year for presents. Let's back track so I can tell you the whole story.

----------------------------Sometime Last Year---------------------------

"Mom, Do you have a minute" I asked my mom. This kind of thing doesn't happen a lot with me. I often find it hard to talk to my mom about anything. My mom with a suprised look, who was sitting down on the couch, watching her all time favourite show "Rachel Ray", motioned me to come sit next to her. My mind was spinning. I was trying to find the right words, if any words were suitable for this moment.

"Mom" I began, "There has been a lot on my mind lately and I thought maybe I can talk to you." My mom, with an understanding look upon her face, listened intentively as I continued. "Mom, ever since dad died last year, I have been trying to find ways to express my emotions better...." My mom, with a suprised look on her face began to cut me off. "You aren't doing drugs are you?" I was taken a back by the word drugs. "Huh? What? No mom. I like to wear diapers..." I spit out, in what seemed to be one breath. She looked at me in a new way, as if someone had hit her over the head and knocked some kind of sensitivity into her. "You don't have a medical problem do you honey" I knew that was coming. After all the stories I've read online, I was bound to hear those words "medical problem". I explained to my mom, in as much detail, what was going through my mind, these past couple of months.

I began telling my mother that, about four months ago, I discovered a new way to explore my emotions. I explained to her that I stumbled upon a place on the internet which dealt with people who like to wear diapers and act like a baby. Now, I was suprised my mom, again, whom I've never really shared much emotion with, was taking this so well. I explained to her, that the online term we use, was "Teen Baby". I told her that I did wear diapers to bed, and occasionally on the weekends and days when there was no school. She was curious at this moment. "Are you...wearing one now?" I told her that I was. I lowered my pyjama bottoms and revealed the waistband of my attends. She wanted to know more. "Uhh... I also...have a soother, and um... a bottle. Thats it.." I began to cry at this moment. I told my mother that I wouldn't do it again and that I would stop wearing the diapers if she wanted. She didn't expect me to get emotional like that. "Honey, I am not going to make you give something up, That obviously has some kind of deeper meaning to you. I just want to understand it. Thats all". All I could think about, at that moment, was my mom. I was kind of happy in a way that I finally told her my deepest, darkest secret. I went over and sat on her lap, wrapped my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug ever. But then a feeling hit me. I had to pee.

I began to fidget and told my mom I have to go to the washroom. My mom spoke. "Honey, you went as far as telling me that you wear diapers, don't be afraid to use them. If you have to pee, go pee." My mom was encouraging me to use my diaper. I mean, I have wet and even messed on a number of occasions, but this was different. My mom knew I was going to wet my diaper. I guess my mind was in a daze, because all I could feel was my moms hand, resting on the front of my diaper. I began to release my bladder. It was only a matter of seconds, that I wet my diaper. I didnt think it would leak, so I didnt say anything. My mom spoke up and asked me where my diapers were. I told her that they were in a box, in my closet.

My mother stood me up. She took my hand and led me into my bedroom, where she began to walk over to the closet and get my diapers out of the closet. This was when I began getting second thoughts. "Mom, you dont have to do this I can do this by myself". she replied, "Don't worry honey, I don't mind. In any case, I dont want my daughter in a wet diaper for too much longer, or you might get a rash." She asked me if I had any baby powder or any changing supplies. I told her no. "Well I guess I will have to go out and buy some. It looks like you need more diapers too. I will get you a pack. Is there anything else you want baby?" I thought for a minute. "Well....I guess if you don't mind, could you pick me up some more soothers?" My mom smiled and walked out of the room.

It seemed like forever, until my mom got back. She just told me to lay down and she would take care of the rest. She also had with her, a baby bottle, filled with chocolate milk! She carefully put it in my mouth as I began drinking. I smiled at my mommy and she smiled back. I think she was just happy to have her baby girl back.

This is my first story guys, so I hope you liked it. I do realize it was short, but I promise, the next chapter will be longer and it will get into more detail.

tom · 19-06-2008

Really like it, its nice to have a happy one, hmm.. i think I might try writing

Kenshin Himura · 19-06-2008

Not bad, this is one of those rare angles were the parent is fully acceptable to the *b/dl lifestyle. Keep it up.

baby_jakey · 22-06-2008

This is relly good for a first time writer.Hope their is more comming as I relly like this story so far! Keep up the good work.

James · 23-06-2008

Nice story, i hope more comes soon.

19-06-2008	#1 (permalink)
bmaster1800 Lurker Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Dartmouth, Nova Scotia Posts: 4 Threads: 1 Reputation: 1	Come on....Give it a try- Chapter one "Shelby honey, come downstairs and get ready to open your gifts." I heard my mom yelling from the stairs below. Its Christmas. Now, at 17 years old, most of us would probably be too tired to come downstairs to open up presents. However, this was different. This year was going to be the best year for presents. Let's back track so I can tell you the whole story. ----------------------------Sometime Last Year--------------------------- "Mom, Do you have a minute" I asked my mom. This kind of thing doesn't happen a lot with me. I often find it hard to talk to my mom about anything. My mom with a suprised look, who was sitting down on the couch, watching her all time favourite show "Rachel Ray", motioned me to come sit next to her. My mind was spinning. I was trying to find the right words, if any words were suitable for this moment. "Mom" I began, "There has been a lot on my mind lately and I thought maybe I can talk to you." My mom, with an understanding look upon her face, listened intentively as I continued. "Mom, ever since dad died last year, I have been trying to find ways to express my emotions better...." My mom, with a suprised look on her face began to cut me off. "You aren't doing drugs are you?" I was taken a back by the word drugs. "Huh? What? No mom. I like to wear diapers..." I spit out, in what seemed to be one breath. She looked at me in a new way, as if someone had hit her over the head and knocked some kind of sensitivity into her. "You don't have a medical problem do you honey" I knew that was coming. After all the stories I've read online, I was bound to hear those words "medical problem". I explained to my mom, in as much detail, what was going through my mind, these past couple of months. I began telling my mother that, about four months ago, I discovered a new way to explore my emotions. I explained to her that I stumbled upon a place on the internet which dealt with people who like to wear diapers and act like a baby. Now, I was suprised my mom, again, whom I've never really shared much emotion with, was taking this so well. I explained to her, that the online term we use, was "Teen Baby". I told her that I did wear diapers to bed, and occasionally on the weekends and days when there was no school. She was curious at this moment. "Are you...wearing one now?" I told her that I was. I lowered my pyjama bottoms and revealed the waistband of my attends. She wanted to know more. "Uhh... I also...have a soother, and um... a bottle. Thats it.." I began to cry at this moment. I told my mother that I wouldn't do it again and that I would stop wearing the diapers if she wanted. She didn't expect me to get emotional like that. "Honey, I am not going to make you give something up, That obviously has some kind of deeper meaning to you. I just want to understand it. Thats all". All I could think about, at that moment, was my mom. I was kind of happy in a way that I finally told her my deepest, darkest secret. I went over and sat on her lap, wrapped my arms around her and gave her the biggest hug ever. But then a feeling hit me. I had to pee. I began to fidget and told my mom I have to go to the washroom. My mom spoke. "Honey, you went as far as telling me that you wear diapers, don't be afraid to use them. If you have to pee, go pee." My mom was encouraging me to use my diaper. I mean, I have wet and even messed on a number of occasions, but this was different. My mom knew I was going to wet my diaper. I guess my mind was in a daze, because all I could feel was my moms hand, resting on the front of my diaper. I began to release my bladder. It was only a matter of seconds, that I wet my diaper. I didnt think it would leak, so I didnt say anything. My mom spoke up and asked me where my diapers were. I told her that they were in a box, in my closet. My mother stood me up. She took my hand and led me into my bedroom, where she began to walk over to the closet and get my diapers out of the closet. This was when I began getting second thoughts. "Mom, you dont have to do this I can do this by myself". she replied, "Don't worry honey, I don't mind. In any case, I dont want my daughter in a wet diaper for too much longer, or you might get a rash." She asked me if I had any baby powder or any changing supplies. I told her no. "Well I guess I will have to go out and buy some. It looks like you need more diapers too. I will get you a pack. Is there anything else you want baby?" I thought for a minute. "Well....I guess if you don't mind, could you pick me up some more soothers?" My mom smiled and walked out of the room. It seemed like forever, until my mom got back. She just told me to lay down and she would take care of the rest. She also had with her, a baby bottle, filled with chocolate milk! She carefully put it in my mouth as I began drinking. I smiled at my mommy and she smiled back. I think she was just happy to have her baby girl back. This is my first story guys, so I hope you liked it. I do realize it was short, but I promise, the next chapter will be longer and it will get into more detail.

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19-06-2008	#2 (permalink)
tom VIP Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Dorset, England Age: 16 Posts: 425 Threads: 30 Blog Entries: 1	Really like it, its nice to have a happy one, hmm.. i think I might try writing

19-06-2008	#3 (permalink)
Kenshin Himura Regular Join Date: Jan 2008 Location: Brandon, FL Age: 17 Posts: 1,057 Threads: 49 Gallery Uploads: 9 Blog Entries: 13	Not bad, this is one of those rare angles were the parent is fully acceptable to the *b/dl lifestyle. Keep it up.

22-06-2008	#4 (permalink)
baby_jakey Regular Join Date: Jun 2008 Location: USA Posts: 99 Threads: 13 Reputation: 1	This is relly good for a first time writer.Hope their is more comming as I relly like this story so far! Keep up the good work.

23-06-2008	#5 (permalink)
James Regular Historical Donor Join Date: Feb 2008 Location: Mississippi Age: 15 Posts: 436 Threads: 27 Gallery Uploads: 4 Wiki Edits: 1	Nice story, i hope more comes soon.