ABDL related stories
Being an adult baby diaper lover (ABDL) can be an embarrassing experience for many. The stigma surrounding the practice can lead to feelings of shame and isolation. The fear of being judged or ridiculed can prevent individuals from seeking support or engaging in activities that bring them joy. The embarrassment associated with ABDL can also manifest in social anxiety, difficulty forming relationships, and a lack of self-confidence. It is important to remember that ABDL is a valid and harmless form of self-expression, and that individuals should not feel ashamed or embarrassed for engaging in it. Seeking support from understanding friends, family members, or therapists can help to alleviate feelings of embarrassment and promote self-acceptance. Additionally, connecting with other ABDL individuals through online communities or support groups can provide a sense of belonging and reduce the stigma associated with the practice.
Crossing Texas – Chapter Seventeen Before me was an entire aisle devoted to “personal feminine hygiene”. I had little clue of what I was supposed to purchase. Suddenly I felt a touch upon my shoulder, startling me. In my confusion I hadn’t heard anyone approach. “Hi, miss,” said a girl’s voice, “May I help you?” … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Sixteen About two in the afternoon my “mommy” sent me to the restaurant to see Sara. Feeling foolish, I quietly entered the restaurant carrying my small red purse in one hand, and a fully dressed Barbi doll in the other. Sara, Amy and Emily were seated at a table. “Pammy dear, … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Fourteen Apprehensively I entered the lobby. The staff had gathered there for morning coffee. All conversation ceased as I entered. I wore a frilly, pastel blue party dress. It had short sleeves which puffed out; the bodice was decorated with lace, but was flat. Not a hint of breasts. The pleated … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Thirteen C’mon now, dear little girl,” Sara said after parking her car, “I know you’ve had a difficult day. But you’ve got to stop by the office and check in with Amanda.” “Yes, Mistress.” Tanya and Amanda were working on the books as we entered. “Hi, Mandy. Hi Tanya,” Sara said. … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Eleven “Mistress Sara, I can’t do this. Please, please, let’s not do this. You could talk with Amanda, reason with her. Tell her how I’ve worked hard all week. I would feel so foolish in a doctor’s office.” Traffic was light as Sara drove towards the city. “Pamela! I’m not your … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Nine Thankfully my situation improved somewhat after Sunday evening’s low point. Monday morning Sara stopped by my room, told me to not worry as Amanda had left for a couple of days to visit relatives. She said that Amanda would ease up on me once I proved to her that I … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Eight I followed Sara to Amanda’s house, which was about a block west of the hotel, away from the highway noise. Unused to walking in heels, I had difficulty keeping up. My heart throbbed with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Sara entered without knocking. Odd, I thought, Sara must live … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Six I began gathering up my purchases when Ashley interrupted. “Hey. I have a digital camera in my purse. Let’s take a few photographs of him. Great idea! Can we,” Katie asked. She wasn’t addressing me; her question was posed to Sara. These girls apparently realized that Sara was in full … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Four I had barely finished shaving and showering when I heard a knock on the door. “C’mon, Pamela, let’s get going. I don’t want to be up all night with you.” It was Sara. Hurriedly I donned the lavender slacks and white blouse, then opened the door. “Hurry up, Pamela,” said … Read more
Crossing Texas – Chapter Three “Jesus,” I muttered as I pulled on the slacks. A bit baggy in the hips, and a zipper on the side where it would do a man no good, but otherwise a fairly decent fit. Unlike the lavender slacks, the blouse was white and not readily distinguishable from a guy’s … Read more