Hello
Like all of you I’m complicated but…
I’m here because I want to be a member of a forum like this which might be ‘enough said’ but I know that you want to know more so…
I don’t know what I am. I never have, and I now know that I never will know what I am, but I think I can safely call myself a childlike diaper-loving sissy. I’m very attracted to women but I can’t have sexual relations with them because I want sex as a heterosexual woman even though I’m not attracted to men (though I do use them in my fantasies as a heterosexual woman) I will not use the 'A' word but I think that typology does exist, but in a different form to the conventional one which was idiotic, narrow-minded, and utterly implausible.
Growing up I thought that I was a girl trapped in a boy’s body, but now I know that nothing about any of us is that simple. It now seems to me at sixty-one that I wanted to be a girl so much I just refused to grow up to be a man - the thought of which absolutely horrifies me.
One day I might wish I was like Kaley Cuoco … a pretty young woman in a pretty pink dress, and the next day I might want to be a little girl in a pretty yellow sundress playing with her dolls. I had an absolutely adorable doll that I bought when I was thirty-two, and I wish that I had kept her because I want a doll again after twenty-nine years without one. I hate taking my dummy out of my mouth to eat and drink when I’m at home and when I’m out I usually feel like I’m missing something important like my wallet but it’s my pacifier of course.
I like to imagine that Kaley is wearing a Prevail belted shield and plastic (bikini) europants under her pretty pink dress because I certainly would be if I was her because I love to wet myself even if only a little when I can’t wear a Molicare maxi slip like I do at night.
I’m retired on a disability pension because fifty-eight years of wanting to be a girl has done my head in, but I still like to have a baby’s bottle of chocolate milk at night so life’s still worth living. And later this year I’m going to buy a twenty-five foot yacht so I can go cruising again. And yes, I will sail along with my pacifier in my mouth so I don’t see how I can realistically call myself an ‘adult’ even though I don’t identify as being a ‘little’.
I cannot decide if I would prefer to be Scarlett Johansson or Anna Faris, but I do know that I never have and definitely don’t want to be me.
Being Anna Faris as a thirteen year old might be really nice because I love growing breasts, which I have done twice in my life because…
I’m complicated and life is strange. And I'm an A cup but I want to be a small B which I can hide when I'm out in the real world. If there really are multiverses do any of you know where my Earth is and how I get there?
Love & kisses
Jamila
Like all of you I’m complicated but…
I’m here because I want to be a member of a forum like this which might be ‘enough said’ but I know that you want to know more so…
I don’t know what I am. I never have, and I now know that I never will know what I am, but I think I can safely call myself a childlike diaper-loving sissy. I’m very attracted to women but I can’t have sexual relations with them because I want sex as a heterosexual woman even though I’m not attracted to men (though I do use them in my fantasies as a heterosexual woman) I will not use the 'A' word but I think that typology does exist, but in a different form to the conventional one which was idiotic, narrow-minded, and utterly implausible.
Growing up I thought that I was a girl trapped in a boy’s body, but now I know that nothing about any of us is that simple. It now seems to me at sixty-one that I wanted to be a girl so much I just refused to grow up to be a man - the thought of which absolutely horrifies me.
One day I might wish I was like Kaley Cuoco … a pretty young woman in a pretty pink dress, and the next day I might want to be a little girl in a pretty yellow sundress playing with her dolls. I had an absolutely adorable doll that I bought when I was thirty-two, and I wish that I had kept her because I want a doll again after twenty-nine years without one. I hate taking my dummy out of my mouth to eat and drink when I’m at home and when I’m out I usually feel like I’m missing something important like my wallet but it’s my pacifier of course.
I like to imagine that Kaley is wearing a Prevail belted shield and plastic (bikini) europants under her pretty pink dress because I certainly would be if I was her because I love to wet myself even if only a little when I can’t wear a Molicare maxi slip like I do at night.
I’m retired on a disability pension because fifty-eight years of wanting to be a girl has done my head in, but I still like to have a baby’s bottle of chocolate milk at night so life’s still worth living. And later this year I’m going to buy a twenty-five foot yacht so I can go cruising again. And yes, I will sail along with my pacifier in my mouth so I don’t see how I can realistically call myself an ‘adult’ even though I don’t identify as being a ‘little’.
I cannot decide if I would prefer to be Scarlett Johansson or Anna Faris, but I do know that I never have and definitely don’t want to be me.
Being Anna Faris as a thirteen year old might be really nice because I love growing breasts, which I have done twice in my life because…
I’m complicated and life is strange. And I'm an A cup but I want to be a small B which I can hide when I'm out in the real world. If there really are multiverses do any of you know where my Earth is and how I get there?
Love & kisses
Jamila
