Emma and Ally always laughed at what a silly sissy baby I was and usually checked my diaper while I was trying to explain. Mommy Ally asked me, sprinkling powder onto my butt and taping my diapey shut “It’s made for super silly sissies who are too silly to try potty training. Even when I wore the largest bra sizes in the closet, I more than filled them out and always had a good deal of cleavage showing. CYOC Code: © created, and maintained 2000-2013 by Kurst “YipYap” Hyperyote custom made for the CYOC people. I kept trying to get them to come out of their trance, but the prospects of that happening were looking pretty grim.

I sighed and sat down at the table when I realized something, Emma had just cooked this entire meal with the white powder! Scented with essential oils of sage and lavender, the perfect mix to enhance the senses and to have a glowing skin as the Mediterranean sun! I probably could have done better with a few less characters, but it's just a little easier to add more characters. It had been me and my friends’ stupid idea to chance the storm and try to get to the hotel on time, despite the news warnings to stay off the roads.All chapters not following these rules are subject to deletion at any time and those who abuse will be banned. Every time I asked her she seemed more and more confused as to why I wanted to wear boxers and not diapers. I only got a quick glance at my breasts in the mirror before Emma fastened a bra around my chest, but it was pretty undeniable that I was more girl than boy. I'm unfortunately not much for critique, but if I had any suggestions I'd more than gladly give them!

So they settled into a comfortable silence as they leaned against the rail on the side of the ship and watched the island growing on the horizon.The food had been bad enough to eat when I knew I was filling my stomach with diaper powder every time, the fact that I was being forced to eat bland things like chicken nuggets and mac n’ cheese just made things worse. I was already fed up with this stupid roleplay and couldn’t understand how they were taking it so seriously. This was the beginning of a very strange transformation and he had no idea what was going to happen next. I could spill as much food as I wanted, inevitably there would be more, and that was assuming my friends wouldn’t gang up on me and force it on me like they’d done earlier.