Could my two big sisters really be to blame?
British Adult Baby
I'm not exactly sure why but I've always known the adult baby within me is a cute little girl called Maddy rather than an adult baby boy. The only reason I can possibly think of for this cross-dressing element to my age-play is the fact that I have two older sisters who were always playing with dollies when I was younger. I can remember feeling quite jealous at the time, because although I was always into football and cricket, I was never the most manly of guys and always used to hate all the chemistry sets and mechanical stuff I was always given for Christmas and Birthdays. And I always used to look on with envy as my two big sisters opened up the Sindy Dolls and Barbie Dolls they always seemed to get as gifts; and I longed to be able to play with dolls like them - or even to have my sisters dress me up in some of their dollies' clothes.
And so, when I finally started to come to terms with my desire to be a baby, I just had to dress up in feminine attire. And I can remember going on a shopping spree and buying myself a girlie frock, a pair of frilly knickers, some cute little socks and some ribbons for my hair, then I locked myself away in my bedroom and transformed into a little girl for the very first time. And the clothing felt so right to me; and I remember being sorely tempted to ask one of my sisters to put some make-up on me or to give my hair some curly waves. But of course I couldn't take that risk, so I just carried on being an adult baby girl in private - and I liked how far away that took me from my real personality. Because I was not only totally changing my age, but I was also changing my sex, as well.
Adult Baby Cross-dresser
And I think that's probably why I still age-play as a girl, not a boy, to this day. It's because cute, little Maddy could not be any more different from that boring old bugger who works in the bank. It's a total character switch that brings out a totally different side of my personality - the side that has no cares and worries, who can barely even walk and talk and who is happy just to play with dolls all afternoon or to do some colouring in one of my colouring in books. Or even to just snuggle up in a blanket with a teddy and sleep for hours and hours and hours.
The only negative I can think of to being an adult baby girl is that it's probably made it much harder for my wife to fully understand my kink. I mean, it's tough enough for her to come to terms with the fact that her husband wants to be an adult baby, so throwing in the cross-dressing element is probably a bit too much for her to take. But it's not something I can change, I'm afraid. You see, I'm not just an adult baby - I'm most definitely an adult baby girl!
British Adult Baby
I'm not exactly sure why but I've always known the adult baby within me is a cute little girl called Maddy rather than an adult baby boy. The only reason I can possibly think of for this cross-dressing element to my age-play is the fact that I have two older sisters who were always playing with dollies when I was younger. I can remember feeling quite jealous at the time, because although I was always into football and cricket, I was never the most manly of guys and always used to hate all the chemistry sets and mechanical stuff I was always given for Christmas and Birthdays. And I always used to look on with envy as my two big sisters opened up the Sindy Dolls and Barbie Dolls they always seemed to get as gifts; and I longed to be able to play with dolls like them - or even to have my sisters dress me up in some of their dollies' clothes.
And so, when I finally started to come to terms with my desire to be a baby, I just had to dress up in feminine attire. And I can remember going on a shopping spree and buying myself a girlie frock, a pair of frilly knickers, some cute little socks and some ribbons for my hair, then I locked myself away in my bedroom and transformed into a little girl for the very first time. And the clothing felt so right to me; and I remember being sorely tempted to ask one of my sisters to put some make-up on me or to give my hair some curly waves. But of course I couldn't take that risk, so I just carried on being an adult baby girl in private - and I liked how far away that took me from my real personality. Because I was not only totally changing my age, but I was also changing my sex, as well.
Adult Baby Cross-dresser
And I think that's probably why I still age-play as a girl, not a boy, to this day. It's because cute, little Maddy could not be any more different from that boring old bugger who works in the bank. It's a total character switch that brings out a totally different side of my personality - the side that has no cares and worries, who can barely even walk and talk and who is happy just to play with dolls all afternoon or to do some colouring in one of my colouring in books. Or even to just snuggle up in a blanket with a teddy and sleep for hours and hours and hours.
The only negative I can think of to being an adult baby girl is that it's probably made it much harder for my wife to fully understand my kink. I mean, it's tough enough for her to come to terms with the fact that her husband wants to be an adult baby, so throwing in the cross-dressing element is probably a bit too much for her to take. But it's not something I can change, I'm afraid. You see, I'm not just an adult baby - I'm most definitely an adult baby girl!
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