Exploring the reasons why I became an adult baby girl!
My desire to dress and act like a baby has been there for as long as I can remember. It first manifested itself during my late teenage years when I started wearing nappies and doing my hair in ribbons, then later, when I started living on my own, I began to create a full baby girl wardrobe packed with cute dresses, bonnets, bibs, booties and ankle socks. I also bought myself lots of teddies, dolls and other toys; and I would have bought an adult-sized cot and pram if I'd had enough place to hide them.
Back then, I would dress up as a baby girl and play with my toys at least twice a week. I found it enormously comforting crawling around on the floor or taking a nap in my little girl attire, but I also felt lots of guilt and shame - and was terrified of anyone discovering my guilty secret. And of course that fear began a whole lot greater when I met the woman who would become my wife. In fact, I was so scared of not appearing normal to her that I purged myself of all my adult baby clothing and repressed my desires as much as I could.
But as any real adult baby will know, you simply cannot fight the urge forever. And so gradually I started gathering together a few little bits of adult babywear, which I would hide away and then bring out and wear whenever I had some time alone in the house. And every time I got the chance to regress back to childhood, my cares and woes would fly away and I could once again revel in the simple life of an adult baby girl. There were no bills to pay, no leaky roofs to fix, no work to do and just no troubles at all. It was such a lovely state to be in, especially when compared to all the stresses of my job as a bank manager. I could just crawl around and dribble - and I could even wet my nappy if I liked - and then cuddle up with my teddy bear and drift off into a peaceful sleep!
My time as an adult baby girl is always really lovely like that. It's not a sexual thing - it's a relaxation thing - and I now indulge it as much as I can. I have even tried to explain to my wife all about it, but although she listens and tries to understand, she point blank refuses to get involved and doesn't want to ever see me dressed as Maddy. But she has let me set up my own nursery in the attic, so I suppose I should just be grateful for that. Because I love having a private space where I can go and be the real me. Not the boring bank manager in the vanilla world - but the little baby girl called Maddy.
I too love to dress as a baby girl maybe that's why as an adult I love to crossdress
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