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A Taj Mahal On Wheels free porn video
The true story of a troubled, tormented teenager!
Here's a little story from my troubled teen years. You may find it a bit
hard to believe, but not a single word is fictional. I have enhanced the
text minimally, purely to maintain reader interest.
To preface the story, I am now in my late 50's, married nearly 34 years,
and a M/F crossdresser. My wife is totally supportive and involved (with
the crossdressing), that is. Here goes.....
I was in my early teens, just entering High School. Probably because of
my religion , I endured nearly constant verbal and physical abuse from
many of the other students. I sought desperately to escape the incessant
browbeating. For whatever reason, I did not fight back or even attempt to
defend myself. The lack of the ability to do so ultimately cost me a
proper education.
One day, in a garden apartment complex not far from my own home, I
discovered a row of attached common garages. One of the spaces (first in
line) was being utilized for the storage of personal items, rather than
an auto. It was fenced off from the other spaces by chicken wire. The
cinder block wall provided the other side of the storage space.
Definitely a plus since I eventually used this space to create my escape
scenario.
My curiosity was aroused. The escape I so sought was right in front of
me. There was an opening in the wire just barely large enough for me to
crawl through, so I went in. I found a matching piece of wire to close up
the hole while I was inside the space. It would reduce the chances of
curious kids who might also want to look around.
There it was, in the rear corner of the space. Nirvana! My escape! My
home away from "Hell"! The carriage was gorgeous! A Taj Mahal on wheels.
It was obviously custom made. It had large, bright chrome wheels, chrome
and pinstriped embellishments all over the deep, blue coach body. The
interior treatment was truly lavish. It was lined completely with baby-
blue satin quilting, including the underside of the hood. The linens,
quilts, and pillow were all in white satin. Too bad the color scheme
wasn't for a girl infant. As a crossdresser, I would have enjoyed the
escape more. Also stored nearby were the rest of the baby's wardrobe.....
diapers, footed sleepers, bonnets, mittens, bottles, pacifiers, etc. It
was plainly obvious that the wardrobe would not fit a teenager, but there
were sufficient extra bottles and pacifiers to satisfy me, (after a
thorough cleaning, of course).
The following day, I returned to "Paradise" with the freshly cleaned
pacifiers, and a couple of bottles of juice (for some reason I hated
milk). Once again, I crawled through the opening, and, with barely enough
room, I carefully and quietly turned the carriage around to face the
opening towards the rear wall. A large quilt covered the carriage to
protect it from dust and dirt. The blanket provided an additional margin
of safety. If it appeared undisturbed, chances were, I wouldn't be found
out. The carriage had apparently been in storage for quite some time. The
stage was now set for my numerous "escapes from Hell!"
I just managed to curl up in the carriage without disturbing the large
quilt, pull several other quilts over me, and began contentedly sucking
on the first bottle of juice. That did it! Instantly, I was overwhelmed
with a feeling of peace and tranquility. For the first time since my real
infancy, I felt like one.
While in the carriage, I took the precaution of wearing freshly laundered
clothes and no shoes so as not to soil the carriage interior in any way.
Probably what added to the peaceful feelings were the remaining scents of
the baby oils, powders, and carriage interior furnishings. They brought
back the most pleasant memories of my own infancy.
The string of escapes nearly came to an abrupt halt one Friday afternoon.
Many of us are very familiar with "tempting fate, or, "going to the well
once too often." I had just barely settled down in the carriage, and was
beginning to nurse contentedly on a bottle of juice, when a group of
young children decided to play ball right outside in the driveway.
Perhaps the carriage belonged to one of them? The ball got away from the
kids and rolled into the space alongside "mine". Fortunately it didn't
make it through the chicken wire. The kids came inside looking for the
wayward ball. I froze in terror, causing the carriage springs to squeak
momentarily. One of the kids exclaimed, "I think someone's in here!"
I froze again! Would one of them call for adult help, or worse yet, the
Police? By that time the ball was located and they returned outside to
play some more. For the time being, I had to remain completely motionless
in what was now "a prison without bars."
Cramps were beginning to set in, as the carriage obviously would not
comfortably contain my teen-aged frame. Just over an hour had passed
since settling in to the carriage. I had not spent this length of time in
it on previous occasions. If I were found out, there was just no way to
explain my presence.
Finally the afternoon turned into early evening, but the cover of
nightfall was still a couple of hours away because of Daylight Savings
Time. The children were finally summoned home for dinner and the night,
and I was once again in seventh heaven. I had just finished the bottle of
juice and had switched over to a large hollow nipple pacifier (pin holed
and filled with sugar).
Many of the residents had put away their autos for the night and closed
and padlocked the overhead doors. There were one or two spaces still
empty at the far end of the garage. The doors could not be opened from
the inside. I felt a bit more secure, but somewhat uneasy. There was to
be no escape if all of the doors were locked for the night.
Quickly gathering up my wits, it was back to sleep in fantasy-land! The
first bottle of juice was finished and I now had a mouth full of
pacifier.There was a second bottle of juice available, but I didn't dare
to start it. What if Nanny Nature came a knocking? There were obviously
no restroom facilities close at hand. Depends hadn't yet been invented!
Hours later I awoke, startled, not knowing what time it was. Total
darkness and, except for crickets, an eerie silence greeted me as I
peered out from under the big quilt. My worst fears had been realized.
All of the doors were now locked. I was indeed trapped. I had slept so
soundly and peacefully for what I estimated to be about 8 hours, that
escape "WAS IMPOSSIBLE" until someone came for their auto. Would there
still be sufficient darkness to make a clean exit?
A break came shortly after awakening to the new dilemma. A door was
opened at the far end of the garage. I heard the car start and be driven
out. Thankfully, the owner was only going to the store and would be
returning shortly, so he only closed the door and didn't put the lock
back on. Right next to the garage was a row of high, dense hedges. It was
also still dark enough to exit undetected.
A most humbling experience to say the least. Fortunately, close calls
such as this were a very rare occurrence. My parents occasionally
inquired into my overnight escapades. I managed to come up with plausible
explanations to satisfy their curiosity. They never questioned me beyond
them.
Another _expression you should be familiar with is "A pinch to grow an
inch." Well, my "Pinch" has yielded many pounds and inches. As a
teenager, fitting comfortably within the carriage's confines was quite a
chore in itself. Now, it's absolutely impossible; not even with a
shoehorn! Does anyone know of the existence of a carriage as gorgeous as
the one I described that will safely and comfortably handle a 200+ lb, 5'
7" Baby 'DeeDee? Are plans or drawings available to construct my own?
A recurring fantasy that prompted me to write my story is as follows....
Picture this! Outdoors, in a public park, on a delightful mid to late
autumn day, I am in my fantasy carriage (this time, of sufficient size to
be totally comfortable). I have been powdered, diapered (or DEPENDS), in
frilly panties, footed sleepers, a bonnet and mittens. All in pink! The
carriage interior accoutrements were identical except that this time the
satin quilting matched my outfit. All else (bedding and linens) were of
white satin. The oversize nipple of a "Big" bottle of juice had just been
placed in my mouth. My Nanny is sitting on a park bench, gently rocking
the carriage to put me to sleep. As a real infant, I rarely ever had
crying fits, so getting me to sleep wasn't difficult at all. My nanny
even sang some lullabies.
A young woman passerby stops and notices the curiously oversize carriage.
She comments on it and inquired if she could take a look at the baby girl
within. My nanny said, "Sure, just try not to wake her!" The young lady
peered through the bug mesh at the already peacefully asleep baby. She
commented, "Oh my! She's beautiful", and continued on her way. There was
never a mention as to the fact that the "baby" was actually a 50+ year
old adult.
Reliving the fantasy, either by reading about it, or better yet, actually
experiencing it, would provide me with several things. Temporary escapes
from the pressures of adulthood, and a unique opportunity to meld my
crossdressing with the desire to be an adult baby girl. During the
scenario, I would very much like to be treated in exactly the same manner
my mom tended to me as an infant, including the possibility of being
breast-fed! I am certainly not desirous of being humiliated, or placed in
bondage as many infantilists are. I treat it as very pleasurable,
harmless, however out of the ordinary.
Libbie
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