(Guess the Differences answers at the bottom)
Part One –
Kylie signaled left to turn onto Front Street, waiting for the green light to head to the laundromat at such an early hour of 7am on a Saturday morning. It seemed like a good idea to do her laundry so early on that day. But now she was second-guessing herself, a bit of angst getting the best of her. And as she turned left, thoughts began to enter her mind that started encouraging her to turn around and go back home:
- It would be so easy to go back home and save the gas. But if she did that, she would miss this golden opportunity to do laundry in what would most assuredly be an empty laundromat. She wouldn’t get another Saturday morning off for at least a month. And the laundry she had with her was most assuredly dirty.
- Why couldn’t she just hand wash the laundry at home this time? She could hang it all over her apartment and it would be dry in a few hours. If she was so nervous about the laundry, staying at home and taking care of it there seemed like a smarter way to handle it. And besides, turning her apartment into an indoor clothesline was no big deal. It wasn’t like she was going to be expecting company later that day.
- How dirty was her laundry, really? Was this necessary to go to a laundromat on the other side of town this morning? Couldn’t she wear this clothing one more time before she absolutely had to wash it?
But no matter what excuse her mind thought up, she kept driving to the laundromat anyway.
At the next stop light, Kylie reached underneath and picked out the diaper wedgie she had given herself because she had put on a pair of shorts that were just a bit too tight. She loved dressing in a manner that showed off her figure, like a lot of girls did. But wearing form-fitting shorts probably wasn’t the best idea she had ever come up with, given her diaper. She was just so eager to get to the laundromat she grabbed the first pair of shorts she found that morning, put them on and headed out. It hardly seemed like a big deal, at the time. Going to the laundromat so early meant no one would be there. And if no one was going to be there, then the shorts being tight really didn’t matter. So, she gave it no further thought.
But she forgot about the potential of recurring diaper wedgies – a true #babygirlproblems issue.






























I stumbled across these pictures before they could even be “tumbled” as Tumblr was years away from starting. And I was drawn to Megan’s pictures for several reasons.
For as much as I write about BabyGirls who exist within a pure-n-innocent “little headspace”, my personal preference has always been for a BabyGirl who was more of a diaper lover than an adult baby.
So these pictures were right up my alley. Megan portrays a BabyGirl with the basic garnishments and she does it so perfectly that I always believed it came to her naturally.
I think it’s wonderful that so many different kinds of ABDL diapers exist, with more designs than can be imagined – some decorating the landing zones for the tapes and some covering the whole diaper … front and back.
A fourth reason would be that the diaper is disposable, giving her that signature crinkling noise that she can only lessen in volume with careful movements but can never eliminate completely.
The charms of these photo sets are plentiful. And while these pictures were most likely taken in a studio of some sort, prepped and posed with good lighting, the photographer (whose name was Gordo, if I’m not mistaken) allowed a few moments that happened between the camera clicks to become a part of the finished product. These are the ones that show Megan’s smile, her laughter, her personality. And seeing these traits gives us the ability to have a small glimpse into who she is.

Okay. Okay. I wasn’t going to, but I guess I’ll use the cliche: A picture is worth a thousand words. For all the viewer knows, Megan could have been a life-long BabyGirl who slept in a crib every night, her bedroom being a wall-to-wall nursery and her lifestyle consisting of a high chair, a car seat, a changing table, bibs, baby bottles, baby food and powder puff diaper changes when they were needed.
A rumor I heard was that she and the photographer (whose name I do believe is Gordo) got married and then eventually divorced, going their separate ways. This was why she stopped doing pictures … or so the rumor mill says.






































































Taken from the ABDL romance saga: 
































































































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