My Story
OK, consider putting on a fresh diaper before you read this, it might take awhile.
I’ve been asked multiple times now to share my story with you all in hopes of giving a little inspiration and perspective. This is my story, from beginning to present, out there for you.
My name is Lou, and I’m a 26-year-old heterosexual male. Looking as far back as I can trace my interest in diapers, since being originally potty trained, I do recall when I was somewhere between ages 5-6 and a cousin coming over to the house for a long weekend. He had diapers that he dressed up in, and I thought although it was strange, whatever, I’d play along. We never put them on each other or anything, but wore them under our clothes…it was just little kids being little kids. My Aunt/his mom either offered to leave some, or just did, but for whatever reason, I had them to play with myself for a week or so. I was incredibly embarrassed if my brother or sister or mom even came close to my room while I was wearing one and I was pretty much over it a week later…or so I thought.
My family has often been involved in various humanitarian/volunteering types of work, and when I was 12 my mom was organizing a medical drive for a trip to South America. This was right around the time (mid to late 1990s) the internet was getting into a majority of US homes….but was certainly not like it is today. Among the donated supplies were several boxes of pull-ups. I realize how awful it sounds, but hopefully you can forgive me now a decade and a half later, but in anycase I am absolutely ashamed to admit that something got the best of me and I snuck a package of pullups into my room and hid it under various clutter in my closet.
For several weeks, when I could, I put a pull-up on myself…although they were desperately small for my 12 year old frame, I did my best with packing tape and scissors…I’m sure some of you out there feel my pain knowing how bad that can feel against your skin.
Around this time I started looking through various search engines (no google yet) for more titillation and information…I learned I had a fetish…yada yada yada.
Fast forward another 8 years. Through highschool and half of college, I lived like a pretty standard red blooded American male would in my circumstances. I had a steady girlfriend through most of highschool. Although I would often fantasize and masturbate about diapers, humiliation, teasing, etc, it never impacted the rest of my life. A little over 6 years ago, I had the opportunity (enough alone time) to actually go buy and wear diapers. A year later, I made my first call to Phoneamommy. I talked with Miss Maggie, and we had lots of fun together, as I fulfilled some humiliating, exciting assignments (nothing too heavy) and subjected myself to her teasing (also the roots of my name as LuLu, but that’s another story for another time…I’m not into sissy as much as it’s about not being in control…but everyone’s different).
For me, keeping it all in perspective is very important. Even in college, I was at a place with a lot to lose. Any trouble with law enforcement or anything too socially outrageous is not only more then I prefer (I mean that goes for most of us, right), it would end my career before it even began. The girls at Phoneamommy have almost always respected that, which means a lot to me…they’re REAL about it…while we can fantasize together, that dose of reality is very important.
Throughout this time I dated around, but in the fall of 2007, just a few months after my first call with Miss Maggie, I got serious with a friend I’d known for a couple years. Things progressed like most relationships, but after two months, needless to say I wasn’t even close to ready to tell her I had this sort of kinky fetish going on. That winter, Miss Maggie wasn’t available when I called so I had a small 20 minute chat with Miss Mandy. It was fun, but I had wished that we’d known each other a little better before the call…talking about a call…at least for me, is crucial to its enjoyment as you can already have a good idea what the other person is more specifically into and how you both react to each other. So the next month when I put in a call, I asked for Miss Mandy again to try to get to know her a little better…just my luck as she was unavailable as well. The dispatcher suggested Sitter Stacie, so I went with it. Stacie and I had a GREAT first chat. It went so well and we were able to get each other so quickly that from that point on, I just didn’t want to call anyone but Stacie….of course, when I could.
As my relationship progressed with my girlfriend, I started to realize that this one was meant to last…just one thing…how could I really truly love this girl if there was a rather large part of me that she had no idea about? And what would she think of me when I told her? I HAD to tell her at some point. I mean to honestly and truly say you LOVE someone, how can you not share such an intimate part of yourself with her? After a few YEARS…yes YEARS, I got enough encouragement from the girls here as well as the gall within myself to just lay it all out there.
Throughout our relationship, we’d had several conversations about different fantasies and turn-ons, and I’d made very small allusions that I had more to tell her. So one day, when the timing was right….no distractions, no recent fights or too many big events coming up, I asked if we could talk. She obliged (honestly though, what woman DOESN’T want to talk “about our relationship”)…I started from the beginning and didn’t leave anything left…as a kid, as an adult, the fact that I’d made contacts/online friendships (I consider the ladies here my friends…friends I DARE not cross *wink*) and how it made me feel. And I kid you not she said “Ok.”
Well maybe it was more than that, but she said she was scared I was going to tell her a lot worse, and that while she didn’t share this fetish or really quite “get it” that she loved me and nothing would change that. It meant the WORLD to me…to have someone…the person whom I was closer to than anyone else, know my deepest and most kept secret I’d held for literally half my life…it was a giant gorilla off my back!
Four months later we got engaged, and now, after a year-plus engagement, we were married in July. While our diaper play together is still limited, we’re still exploring it together….and although I’ve had plenty of public and private experiences with it, it’s new to her, which almost makes it new again to me…you know those butterflies you got when you very FIRST started to put diapers on…thrilled and terrified of it all? I get to live it all over again.
And here’s the kicker…She KNOWS I still talk to other people on line about it. Since talking with my girlfriend (now wife) about it, Stacie has sadly not been around, however I’ve had a wonderful time getting to know Miss Scarlet and Granny Minnie, and one call with Miss Ava. I’ve talked with several of the girls in the chatroom and look forward meeting and chatting with whoever so desires.
All the Phoneamommy ladies I’ve talked to have been super supportive and understanding about my specific case, and the specific experience I’m looking for. They respect that I am married and my wife will ALWAYS come first with me…I’m truly blessed to have her and I know it. Everyone’s situation is different and I’m not trying to take a moral high ground or be an advertisement for Phoneamommy (although my satisfied enthusiasm sort of makes it inevitable). Just hope you all know that there are happy stories out there, you’re not alone, it IS scary sometimes….and reality is right there as well. As much as we like to fantasize, it’s not always healthy to be living in one. Take care everyone, and please feel free to say hello if you see me around.
-Lou/LuLu
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