Baby Sissy Tammy writes me a story
Why I want to be diapered, Why I know that I belong in diapers, and Why I want to wear diapers permanentlyIt all started when I was 12 years old and my mother walked in on me in her white satin granny panties. I was like a deer in headlights as my mother walked in the door and she didn't yell or scream at me. She just stood there at the foot of my bed, her Salem 100 cigarette dangling from her orange painted lips and watched.From that moment on, my mother kept trying to put me in skirts and...