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My Girlfriend Is My Babysitter (I’m 23 and wear diapers) | This is my story

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Hi, my name is Robert. I'm 23 and I have a secret identity. I wear diapers and act as a baby. But don't judge me yet before you hear my story.

When I was a really young kid, everything was great. But when I turned 8… everything kinda fell apart. My parents owned a business and they got in trouble for stealing money from their employees. It came as a real shock to everyone.

Even more shocking? I was put into foster care while my parents sat in jail. I had to learn to do everything by myself. I was taking care of a ton of ‘siblings’ at the foster home. Changing their diapers, feeding them… it was a lot. While I was there, I started being really jealous of the babies. Why wasn’t anyone taking care of me? Who was there to make me feel safe?

One night, I was feeling like garbage. On an impulse, I put one of the baby’s pacifiers in my mouth. I instantly felt safe. But was I seriously sucking on a baby pacifier? Every time I asked myself why I was doing it, I just wanted to do it more. I started stealing the foster home’s pacifiers. When they started noticing how many were going missing, they didn’t even think to look at me.

By the time I entered college, I was sneaking pacifiers into school and sitting in the bathroom stall to suck on them. Anytime I felt scared? I went to the bathroom and sucked on the pacifier. But soon, that wasn’t satisfying enough. I started wearing the babies’ bibs. I started IMAGINING myself as a baby – being taken care of, being rocked, everything. It was the only time the world felt calm and quiet for me.

Around that time is when I met Bridget. She was the first girl I was ever really interested in, and there were sparks when I was around her. Soon, we were dating and getting really serious. I loved Bridget, but I had to keep my secret from her.

But there was one thing I hadn’t done yet, but really, really wanted to… I wanted to wear a diaper. I know it sounds gross. I don’t even know how to explain WHY I wanted to do it… But I did. So, I went out and bought some adult diapers. Everyone was probably looking at me like I was buying them for my grandmother. In reality? I felt like a freak. Wearing them made me feel on top of the world. I mean, yeah, they were a little nasty sometimes… or, you know, all the time – but they made me feel relaxed. The problem came when Bridget wanted to be a little more intimate. I couldn’t change in front of her. I couldn’t take my pants off. I couldn’t even have her touch my thigh or back without feeling the diaper. What would she think of me then?! She started getting weirded out, thinking I was hiding something...

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