Posted by SANDRA on October 10, 2003 at 17:39 [212.67.111.51]
My name is Sandra, I'm a 19 year old Adult Baby girl and I love thick terry towelling nappies.
Here is a little background about me:
Mum was expecting me to be dry too soon. As a two and half year old, mum wanted me out of Pampers into big girl pants. As with all little girls, I had the occassional 'accident' and I was wet most nights. Every night mum told me if I needed a wee to wake mum up (I was sleeping next to her). Most nights I would just wet without waking up. Mum got sick of a constant round of changing wet sheets and pyjamas. I was not in nappies any more; mum hoped this way it will help me get out of my baby underwear.
One day mum took me round to a close friend of hers. As with most babies, I needed a nap and her friend suggested me sleepig on her bed. Since I was wearing panties, mum took me to the loo but I didn't need it. Off to sleep I went and when I awoke mum was shocked that the bed was wet with a massive dark patch and I had a 'serious accident'. She was apologetic and said she would pay to get it cleaned. Her friend who was a nursery school teacher wasn't even that concerned and clam, pulling back the bedsheets.
She said that mum couldn't expect me to be dry so quickly. She said, ' Come on, Sandra still needs nappies, she's only a baby. Get the Zorbit Babycare range, they do really good terry towelling nappies. Get the supreme range, the nappy towelling is really thick and soft, she'll love them. She's still a baby girl ! Once she grows out of them, you'll never have another chance to change her again ! I'll take you baby shopping next week !' At that time, I didn't really know what they were.
Some time later- one evening, mum called me to her room and she opened the packet with a picture of a teddy bear huging a rabbit, of white towels. She took two out and folded them on each other onto some kind of kite fold. She lifted me onto the middle and told me not to move. I remeber that lovely soft feeling of the terry towelling as she pulled them to ocver me and pinning the sides securely. It felt so babyish and thick. Next she pulled a pair of what seemed like toddler training cotton flannel pants with nursery prints (normally for toilet training) over my nappies, for extra security. Then came the plasic pants and finally the pink onsie and booties. Nothing covered my legs nor arms. This was so mum could check on my nappy through the night.
The main ourpose was one- to prevent accidnets and two- hoping that these babyish underewar will help me move on. I loved them and I really wanted to stay in them as long as possible. Despite she saying, 'Are you a baby ?, time for your nappy change'. She told me for every nightmy nappy was wet I would spend an extra week in them. Despite that threat, I've never asked for panties'. On a few occcassions, I awoke in the early morning, knowing I had an unusual dry nappy I would stand up and purposely wet them so I owuld be kept in them.
Every night from then on she would cuddle me and this lasted for almost another 3 years when the nappies were too big for me and I was forced to give them up for bog girl clothes. I remeber crying begging mum to let me wear that terry towelling nappy, but that was the end.
For the next 14 years, I have longed terry nappies and even walking into a baby store to touch them. Only last year have I become a Baby again, but I really miss my childhood. I have all the baby clothes just in a bigger size. I still have the occassional night time accident, but it's fun. I'mjust so worried that mum would discover my babish feelings, but on the other hand I would like to tell her.
Do you know the best way of telling her. I've kept this secret for a long time now ?
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