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Rose walked into the hotel room and slipped out of her dress, unfastening her bra and waddling her diapered bottom into the bathroom as she faced the mirror and began to take her make-up off. Emmitt didn’t press her any further to talk about anything, instead walking into the bathroom and beginning to draw water in the tub.

He didn’t want to her feel like she had to talk about what was upsetting her, but at the same time, he also didn’t want her to keep her emotions bottled up – ensuring she would remaining upset, for that night and perhaps longer. Luckily, he wouldn’t have to pull the hurt out of her as she was moments away from purging her emotions.

Rose finished taking her make-up off, Emmitt having set a few towels and wash cloths on top of the toilet tank for her bath. And as he walked out into the hotel room to get clothing for her, she boiled with anger – not anger towards him, but just anger in general. Storming out into the room, she made him sit on the edge of the bed as her rant began, pouring out of her with no control of impulse.

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“Up ya go,” her Daddy said, patting her between her legs as she got up off the changing table, freshly diapered and running down the hallway to their bedroom.

It had been a long week of work and though their weekends were actually Tuesdays and Wednesdays as opposed to the usual, she and her Daddy never missed a single opportunity presented in their time together.

Tuesday afternoon seemed like an unusual time to go to the mall.  But since the Holidays were fast approaching, getting ahead on Christmas shopping was in order.

Slipping into her bib jean overalls, the BabyGirl looked down at her waist, seeing how her diaper shown with a slight bulkiness.  Her tummy became inundated with butterflies as she envisioned herself – waddling along side her Daddy and holding his hand as they walked through the mall.  Oh, how intoxicating of a thought.  And oh, how thrilling.

“You ready to go, Little Miss Crinkly?” her Daddy asked from the bedroom doorway, her tummy fluttering just a bit more from the name he called her.

She looked over her shoulder at her Daddy, her beautiful and glimmering eyes asking the obvious question.

“Yes, Baby,” her Daddy said sweetly.  “It does.”

And the BabyGirl smiled.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

The BabyGirl had been a complete fusspot since they left home.  Today was to be a “catch-up” day for she and her Daddy as they had a lot of small errands to run all over the place.

But it just hadn’t turned out to be a good day at all for her.  She couldn’t seem to stay on task and she had all-but given up on making her hair look right.  And on top of that, she was desperately in need of a nap.

But it wasn’t until they got to the Slow-Mart that she started to throw a tantrum.

“Daddy, I’m not happy,” the BabyGirl pouted, crossing her arms in front of her as she followed her Daddy into the baby section for supplies.

“Aww,” her Daddy said, reaching to the shelves and filling his cart with a few containers of baby wipes.  “Why are you unhappy?”

“Because they didn’t have the kind of apple juice I wanted at the grocery store.  And they didn’t have the right colors of Kandi beads I needed at the arts-n-crafts store.  And they didn’t give me the right girl toy in my Happy Meal,” she fussed, waddling by him and plopping down on her thickly-diapered bottom in the middle of the baby section.  “I have a wedgie and I’m wet and I crinkle when I walk and people can see my diapee whenever I bend over.”

Her Daddy knelt down in front of her and placed the rubber nipple of her pacifier to her pouty, bottom lip.

“Open,” he said calmly and softly, the baby parting her lips and taking the nipple in her mouth as her eyes welled with tears.  “It isn’t always easy being a baby, is it?”

The pouty Princess shook her head no at his question.

“Aww, Princess.  I’m sorry,” her Daddy said, embracing her and then picking her up.

He carried her back to the shopping cart and put her in the child seat as he continued shopping.

“Are you wondering if people have figured out that you’re my BabyGirl?” her Daddy asked, the teary-eyed girl nodding and then giving him the biggest little girl hug she could muster.  “It’s okay, baby.  Because no matter what they think, they know they’ll never feel love the way you do, they’ll never feel happiness the way you do and they’ll never find that perfect place in this world as you have found for yourself.”

The BabyGirl sniffled but smiled.  Her Daddy was right.  There were far more pros than cons to being a crinkly cutie.

“But I wouldn’t worry anymore if people have figured out if you’re a baby or not,” her Daddy said, wiping away her tears before they streamed down her cheeks.  “They already know.”

The BabyGirl smiled again, tinkling herself with a new-found happiness.  What a wonderful way of looking at it all.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

The BabyGirl sat on the toilet in the upstairs bathroom of the new home that she and her Daddy just moved into.  She was anything but happy, however, with the move – never having taken change very well … unless the change involved her diaper.

So, from the moment they started packing and all the way through the whole moving process, she tried to delay the inevitable – fussing that she had tummy cramps that weren’t the girly kind.  Her Daddy assured her that she was fine and was probably just a little upset they were moving.  She vehemently denied this and kept up the tummy pain story.

The reality was that she actually was very upset with moving and she had no tummy pains at all.  So as she sat on the toilet in their new house with her diaper at her ankles, having been put there by her Daddy to hopefully pass the tummy pain out, the BabyGirl kept up the fake story and fought the urge to poop – at this point, no longer really understanding why she was keeping the fake story up but bound and determined to not tell her Daddy the truth that she had been bluffing.

After having had her sit on that potty for a half hour, her Daddy did what any good Daddy would do.  He made her stand up, place her hands on the bathroom sink and stand perfectly still as he slipped the nozzle of an enema bottle into her rosebud, emptying the contents into her bowels and then pulling her diaper back up into place around her waist, where it belonged.

The BabyGirl fussed something awful as her Daddy led her down to the living room and made her lie down on the rug.  She fought the urge as long as she could, being incapable of preventing her tantrum.  Then as she relaxed her body and placed her hands on her belly, her diaper began to puff out at the back.  She whimpered and blushed at the embarrassing noises her bottom was making, but then she sighed relief.

Though she was becoming poopy, she was feeling much better already.

“That’s a good girl,” her Daddy said, sitting on the sofa and snapping pictures of her with his cell phone.  “Push it all out and be done with our old apartment.  Welcome home, BabyGirl.  Daddy knows you’re going to be very happy here.”

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25 “Little Thoughts”

I’ve written before about my first experience of attending a non-vanilla gathering – at a little cafe in the center of Lancaster City.  I was so nervous on that night that I actually had a racing pulse when I walked into that cafe.  And that’s really saying something as it takes a lot to get me nervous.  (I chalk that fearlessness up to quite a few years of productions in theater.)

But I met people at that munch that I am still very close with to this day – years since we met that night. 

And since then, I’ve attended countless festivals, house parties, munches, conventions and other kinky-ish gatherings.  In addition to that, I’ve also gone to a lot of other non-kinky gatherings with those kinky friends I’ve made:  from football games to baseball games, birthday parties, concerts and trips to bars for a few Guinnesses.  😉

But likely, I never would’ve met any of those people and I never would’ve had any of those experiences if I hadn’t pulled the trigger and gone to that first munch at that little cafe in the center of Lancaster City years ago.

I’m writing this to tell you that TeddyCon 2014 will be happening soon – an east coast convention for the ABDL & Age Play Community.  I’m not going to go into the specifics of what TeddyCon is about, since I’ve already written about it before in these postings:

October 17-19, 2014 really isn’t that far away.  Yes, it’s not even August yet.  But I will tell you that, at the time I wrote this posting, there were less than 30 tickets left for the convention.

And when it’s sold out, that’s it.

So now is the time to pull the trigger and register for TeddyCon 2014.  For years, I sat on the fence and thought about attending events, but didn’t.  When I finally pulled the trigger and attended my first gathering, so many opportunities opened up to me almost instantly.  I met tons of amazing people and made a lot of friends.

Acceptance … that thing we all want so very much in our lives … was waiting for me.  I just had to pull the trigger … figuratively speaking, of course.

I truly hope to see you there.

The fact that she maxed out all of her Daddy’s credit cards in a single day wasn’t the reason she had spent the last hour – standing in the corner with an extremely sore bottom.

The fact that she threw a hissy fit in the mall when she heard the word “no” wasn’t the reason she spent an hour that afternoon on a time out chair.

The fact that she swore like a sailor wasn’t the reason why she spent the first half hour, after getting home from work, with a bar of soap in her mouth.

The fact that she deliberately wet her panties in the grocery store yesterday just to be put back in a diaper when they got home wasn’t the reason that her panty drawer was now completely empty.

And now, as the door bell rang, she lowered her chin and frowned – not because she was about to be humiliated in front of her friends and not because a picture of her standing in the corner in her diaper had already been texted to her friends, but because her frown was fake.

She was more than happy to be humiliated and was more than happy to be punished, but she would have to keep up the frowning act until every last guest that evening have left their house.

It wasn’t easy living with a secret.  And more than anything else, she wanted to live openly about it.  And that made her feel very small, very incomplete.  But on this night, she would be helplessly discovered – filling her heart with a secret joy that would keep all her thoughts little.

And it all was just moments away.

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25 “Little Thoughts”

You dream. You realize. And then you dream again. Eventually, if you keep dreaming, you find what you were looking for. And more importantly, you find who you were looking for.

Along the way, you encounter times that may be hard to deal with, but it goes to show you that what you felt, you felt so deeply and so unremittingly that your mind meant what it thought, your eyes wept for what they saw, your ears collected the echoes of what they heard, your lips spoke the truth, your senses were affected by your experiences, your hands cherished what they touched and what they wrote and your heart meant what it felt.

You cherish the things that mean more to you than anything else. You take the breath away from those whose attention and love you desire. You give of yourself until you feel drained, but you do so because you want her to be happy and you want her to feel loved.

I’m grateful for the love I’ve shared, the love I have and the love that will always remain.

I’m grateful for dreaming and for continuing to do so … because if I had never dreamed, I would’ve never known what that kind of love felt like.

I’ve lost track of the number of nights in my life which ended with me watching the sunrise. Nowadays, it is primarily by choice that I am up all night, but that wasn’t always the case.

When I was in middle school, I began to have trouble getting to sleep and it would be nearly midnight or 1 am before I would finally get to sleep. And it wasn’t until college that I was diagnosed with a sleeping disorder called Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome. It’s an onset insomnia in that I can’t fall asleep, but once I do, I’m out like a light.

I’ve learned to make the most of this condition. Nighttime is always a gift for the writer in me. It is the stillness and the calm of the nighttime which enables me to put the stories in my head down on paper, or I suppose into a computer, more literally.

But there are nights when I can’t find any words to type into this laptop, at least not in story format.  A lack of a story to write doesn’t stop me from thinking, however. I wish it did sometimes. It is now that I have time to reflect on the journeys for which I have taken and the future ones which I have yet to begin.

I think a lot of times we are so eager to get to our destination that we neglect to enjoy the trip it takes to get where we are going.  Or more importantly, where we began.

Everyone has their own story to tell and I have been fortunate in having communicated with quite a few ABDL-ers over the past few years. Each and every one of them was unique in their own way. And I find it fascinating how people discovered this little “interest”.

I have the fortune of being in a relationship with a BabyGirl who spins my senses around, takes my breath away, leaves me dizzy … and then does it all again.  The time I spend with her, brief as it may be sometimes, has yielded memories and new experiences that always remain with me … as does she in my heart.

I recall the first munch I went to.  It seemed like such an insurmountable challenge just to go to it and afterwards, how foolish I felt for not having gone to a munch sooner.

The people I have met and the friendships formed have been worth the time it took to get where I am.  Along the way, the toughest lesson learned has been that some things weren’t meant to be.  But there’s plenty of roads to travel and plenty of journey still ahead of me.  And though there have been dead ends, at last, I have someone who wants to sit in the passenger’s seat of my Volvo … for the journey and for the long haul.

Where am I headed? Hmm. Probably on a roundabout course which will lead to the place where I am supposed to end up. LOL But half the reward of the journey is not knowing where you are headed, just that when you get there, you’ll know it’s where you were meant to be.

She was his angel, his blessing and his superstar.  And there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.  She tried so hard to please people: her family, her boss, her co-workers.  But it didn’t matter how much she did for them.  They always demanded more from her and never once took a moment to even say thank you or tell her how much they appreciated her.  And she lived a life that felt rather empty.

But all of that changed when she met him … her daddy and partner in life.  And for once, she received admiration and most importantly, she felt like she made a difference in someone’s life.

It wasn’t easy being little and being a BabyGirl always filled her with more emotions than what she could handle.  So when her boss let her go, as one of several employees who were fired as the company downsized, she went on a drinking binge one night … to be scooped up at the bar by her Daddy before she drank herself into a state of alcohol poisoning.

He took her home and though she fought him ferociously, he made her drink several cups of water, the little Princess throwing up in  the toilet. 

The next morning, she awoke – hangover free.  And looking down at her body, she noticed that she wasn’t wearing what she came home in.

She was his angel, his blessing and his superstar.  And there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

And that’s why he knew what to say, when she asked:

“Daddy, what happened to my pants?”

“You don’t need pants, baby,” he said, smiling warmly down at her.  “Not anymore.”

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“I’ve had a lifelong interest in journaling, and have been a prolific journaler across many different media for years. I journal about lots of different things, and for many different reasons. My journal is a mixture of silly, absurd frivolity, and some weighty, serious philosophical pondering.”

And that’s how Mako Allen’s website begins.  It’s a new venture for him, but it’s nothing new for him to be venturesome.

1. He and Spacey host the Big Little Podcast, 102 episodes in (at the time I wrote this blog).  Catch up on “the 101”.
2. He is now an author of two erotica books, Auntie Eva’s Border and Concerning Littleton.
3. He helped form and continues to help run the monthly DC Littles Munch, here’s the info. 
4. He was the first mayor of BouncyTown, a fun name for the ABDL area at BDSM events that has become the coined phrase for littles area at other BDSM events.
5. He is a regular at Camp Crucible, CAPCon and once attended the now-defunct Vermont Hotel gatherings, parties by some lady named Mommy Swirvin, Diaper Fest and so many other wonderful events from yesterday.
6. He is a life coach, has a wealth of experience with people that time and effort have produced.
7. And, in the event that he is read this, I’ll stop making a list of his accomplishments, to prevent him from blushing bright pink – only to say that the list could go on.
   

Mako is a modest individual who overcomes his sometimes shy demeanor to be able to do things like co-host podcasts or run BouncyTowns. But whether introverted or extroverted, he will always listen to what you have to say.

A lot of times in life, we look for people who are willing to just hear us out. And often, we come across people who want to tell us what it is that they know. The funny thing about ears and voices is that they both can be used at the same time. But before you know what it is that you want to say, you have to listen first.

Mako not only understands this, but he’s the kind of individual who will help you to make your point before he offers his opinion to you. And this clearly shows that he actually listens to you.

This bring to mind that scene in Pulp Fiction between John Travolta and Uma Thurman when she asked him if, when in conversation, he was someone who listened or someone who was just waiting to talk.

Mako is a listener and because most everyone knows his voice (even if they don’t know his face), that’s an important quality to have. It separates you from others and makes you unique. And while I know that Mako would say that he is no more important than anyone else (because that’s the humble soul he is), the effect he has had on the ABDL community has been quite important.

And now I invite you to visit with him every day on his website, even if just for a few minutes.

Blessings to you and all you do, Mako. What makes important people important is the fact that they don’t know it. That way, their intentions will always yield results for someone – whether within a small circle of friends … or globally, as the important words said reach the ears that need to hear them.

Mako’s Website: OnlyDoing.net

The Big Little Podcast

Mako’s Micro Erotica on Twitter – @TinySmut

Auntie Eva’s Border –

Nook 

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Concerning Littleton – Amazon Kindle

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Mako’s Website – OnlyDoing.net

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