About my blog: The fine print
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Adults only. My blog is strictly for adults 18 or older, and its content involves consenting adults exclusively. Adult babies are still adults. Use of the terms “boys” or “girls” refers to adults. Anyone posting underage content will be blocked and reported. The terms “Mommy” and “Daddy” are used here as elements of fantasy to refer to imaginary love interests, not to incestuous situations. (Ooh, ick!)
Theme
A recurring fictional #story theme on my page is… A boyfriend/hubby — we’ll call him Steven — lets slip one night to his girlfriend/wife that he has been trying to suppress his yearning to be feminine. He’s not sure why, but ever since kindergarten he has always envied girls. He is drawn to their beauty, their clothes, their cosmetics, their thoughts and their entire way of being. He loves girls so much he wants to be one. His girlfriend/wife finds this quite humorously adorable, and she loves teasing him about his love of femininity, going so far as to suggest he self-identify as a sissy. He fights the label and pretends his gender exploration was a brief, one-time thing, but she knows better. She pounces on his weakness and exploits it relentlessly. She loves the shy but playful reactions she gets from him when she gives him the feminine treatment, and the whole thing both amuses and arouses her. Occasionally he gives in and lets her dress him and do his makeup and treat him as her girlfriend. She sees how much he enjoys being girly but knows he is embarrassed by his obsession. When they go shopping together she always finds a reason to end up in the lingerie department, where she likes to ask him which bras and panties and other pretty pieces he wants, while he tries to pretend he doesn’t want them all.
One day the couple attended a wedding, and the girlfriend’s attention turned to the dresses the bridesmaids wore. Ultra-feminine, satiny, princess-like gowns with big bows in the back, reminding her of her mother’s wedding many years earlier. Even the flower girl wore a glamorous dress. This was when things got even more interesting, as Steven’s girlfriend asked him whether he’d like to be a bridesmaid, then had an epiphany and added, “Or maybe you’d rather be the precious little flower girl?” Seeing his flustered reaction, she zeroed in on the dual humiliation potential of turning him not just girly, but also babyish. The ultimate sissy! The next day she quietly began stocking up on diapers and other baby-girl clothing and supplies, springing an entirely new fetish scenario on his already broken adult male ego.
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After a few days to let him get accustomed to simply wearing diapers, she begins to insist that he also use them. Again, he is both excited and supremely embarrassed by the idea of wetting his diaper like a baby, compounded by the relentless feminization his lady friend imposes on him. Worst of all is when she tells him to use the diaper for all his potty needs. As a guy who always made sure there was no one around when he had to have a BM, he is mortified by the thought of soiling his pampers and then leaving it there until she can change his diaper. Even more humiliating is his obvious arousal, which is particularly pronounced whenever he is required to push a load into his pretty pink diaper.
Over time his girlfriend/wife begins thinking that any good sissy doesn’t simply want to be feminine, he probably wants to be intimate with other sissy boys, or just boys in general. She begins introducing him to fantasy scenarios in which her sissy princess hooks up with another sissy princess. She believes that to be true to himself he must put aside his reluctance and let himself indulge in the boy-on-boy sexual experiences he claims not to want.
Steven is adamant that he is not interested in escapades with boys. Yet she can see that her scenarios create unmistakable stirrings in him, so she wants to lift the taboo and give him the gift of experience, first with her strap-ons and then by setting him up for playtime with girly boys. Outwardly he resists every effort she makes to steer him toward homosexual experiences, yet deep down he craves them.
Note: Despite the theme, I am careful to remain relatively discreet. While my content is intended for adults only, I avoid anything that clearly qualifies as X-rated. 
Questions or concerns? Please feel free to PM me. Some of my stories are fictionalized reposts of other people’s posts. If you would prefer that I don’t do that to your post, please let me know. I want to be friendly and respectful of your wishes!
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