This is a fetish blog. Minors DNI. | | | The CGL Catalog is a work of experimental fiction about a mail-order catalog serving consenting adults engaged in humiliation and age-regression sexual roleplay. Subscribe to The CGL Catalog for the latest in diaper punishments, spanking implements, costume lingerie, and other necessities for raising an obedient adult baby. No one under 18 is described. No one under 18 should be reading. | | | More @ linktr.ee/rosemissy
The CGL Catalog is a work of epistolary fiction focused on cnc sexual ageplay scenarios. It consists of product descriptions (and occasional illustrations) from a fictional catalog aimed at caregiver-owners of "forcibly" age-regressed sex slaves. The non-consent is part of the fantasy role-play. Everyone involved is a legal adult who gave informed consent to the scenes suggested.
I also occasionally post vintage catalog scans I've found, because the correlation of "being a well-spanked baby is being loved, right?" and "catalog descriptions are soothing to read" goes very deep in my brain, and frankly, they're often interesting, horrifying, or funny.
You must be of legal age to view sexual content to visit this blog.
More specifics after the jump.
I post:
Caregiver/little fetish content,
forcemasc/forcefem gender fuckery (almost always in a woo gender-affirming kink! sort of way),
diaper discipline,
forced masturbation, overstim, and forced orgasm (and occasional edging/denial but tbh denial does nothing for me, so it's not as common),
public humiliation,
petplay,
and a wide variety of secondary kinks that can overlap with the above.
Specifically, some very mild feeding content (because "gotta keep the dimples on the baby!!" is adorable to me); block "feeding time" and "bottle feeding" if that will bug you.
Frequent it/its pronouns referring to ageplay subs, because that's a retro "babies are an 'it' until they reach the age of reason" linguistic thing, and I find it charming as hell.
I don't post:
Raceplay (but I'll tag if I do something that could be read that way if you squint), weight loss content, any sincere patriarchy or trad content, transphobia/detrans kink, anyone under 18.
Asks: Always welcome, but I'm not actually a dom and I'm not interested in domming you. (I might be open to subbing, though!) Indicate if you want me to answer out-of-character or you'll most likely get an answer from the "catalog staff." I am not averse to DMs but I'm extremely bad at answering them.
The author: Rosemary, a bisexual arospec cis woman, mid-30s, American Midwest. Very deep, lifelong interest in the power dynamics around "being a little girl."
Other places to find me:
@rosemarytraitor: My following-other-people blog.
@regressioncurriculum: Companion blog focused on "advice" and "worksheets" for sexualized age regression.
@rosemarys-babycore: Aesthetic image blog, sfw.
BDSMLR: Current through mid-2025. I got tired of fighting their servers, but the tagging is more thorough over there if you're looking to scratch a very specific itch.
Patreon: Stories and such, 2-4 times a month. Features a "wholesale portal" (more CGL catalog posts), standalone stories, and the Sippy Scouts.
Music Box MMMer Set for Sweet Sleepy Calm-Down … with Mix-and-Match Sights, Sounds, and Feelings
Give 18+ little one a tender transition with a Music Box MMMer Set … the combination vibrator/music box that makes down-there stimulation part of sleep hygiene!
Start the bedtime routine with baby’s very own MMMer: a wireless vibrator made for taper-down rhythm inside bedtime diapers. One design option cups a clitty with the lightest of suction, popping gently on and holding with a tapering teardrop that fits back between the labia. The other, a body-neutral choice, is a flat, elongated heart designed to slip between the layers in a pocket diaper. Either way, they’re connected to a lovely Music Box, whose tune controls the pattern of vibrations that go MMM-mmm-MMM in baby’s undies!
Here’s how to use your set:
The Music Box of your choice plugs into a standard outlet.
One … two … three … even four MMMers connect to the charging prongs on the Music Box base.
At bedtime or naptime, MMMers tuck into little’s dinky little groin.
The Music Box gets a counter-clockwise twist.
Music plays … and MMMers vibrate in time … brisk at first, but slowly, gently tapering to stillness together!
We build your Music Box MMMer Set to order, so you choose how many and which kinds of MMMers charge on the base — one for a single pet, two for your twins, perhaps an extra for a sleepover friend!
You choose your Music Box theme.
And you choose the song that will tinkle and hum your little adult babies off to sleep!
Music Box theme options:
Birdcage. Pretty wire cage rotates in a stately fashion while fluttering china songbirds fly the other direction. Specify white or gold cage.
Classic Carousel. Elaborate merry-go-round with handsome black-and-white horses, gorgeously arrayed in enamel-and-rhinestone tack that matches a pointed canopy. Specify primaries, pastels, pink shades, or blue shades for the cloisonné elements!
Jungle Carousel. Bolder enamel — green, goldenrod, and rust — adorns this merry-go-round with its rubber lions, baboons, zebras, and hippos.
Counting Sheep. Timeless! Six tiny felt sheep run in a circle, jumping over three little picket fences. The landscape is lush green grass in cast resin with a smattering of colorful wildflowers.
Gretel’s Garden. Wide-skirted doll daintily lifts and lowers her watering can as she rotates within her ring of silk and foil plants. Choose a flower garden or a vegetable garden — and specify deep green, black, or peach calico for the fluffy frock beneath the doll’s crisp pale green pinafore!
Night-Night Nursery. A ring of porcelain-headed babies in tiny wicker bassinets “breathe” beneath their pastel quilts as they’re slowly rotated.
Prima Ballerina. Another classic choice! Olive-skinned beauty is poised in a permanent arabesque on one pointed toe. Her tutu? Real peachy-pink satin and layered tulle. She rotates in place on the boards of a circular oak stage.
Rush Hour. Little yellow taxicabs, red convertibles, and blue trucks inch along an endless “cloverleaf” interchange as this city-center cutie spins.
Tied-Up Teensy. Ball-jointed composition doll with her mouth a bright pink O has her arms bound behind her back, her legs splayed out to the sides by hand-knotted hemp cords. Her detailed vulva is impaled on the steel pole that makes the whole body rotate!
Pair with comforting song options galore:
“The Entertainer.” The classic ice-cream truck song is still soothing when it’s ever-so-slightly slowing down with each repetition.
“The Farmer in the Dell.” Such a simple repetition for simple little minds!
“Fur Elise.” The bewitching Beethoven piano piece (without that chaotic penultimate bit) sweetly invites sleepy-time.
“Hush Little Baby.” Could it be more classic than this?
“I Feel Pretty.” Pure feminine charm!
“March of the Gladiators.” The classic “clown song,” slowing down to lullaby tempo.
“Mary Mary Quite Contrary.” Another nicely repetitive and familiar little tune.
“My Big Imagination.” The verse and chorus of this ageplay lullaby are just made for the music-box treatment!
“The Skye Boat Song.” Winsome and wistful notes that feel so natural as the tempo fades.
Tailored for mature bodies, but styled for girls only just granted two-piece privileges, our sweetest bikinis for ageplay are cringey-cute!
Frilly Piñata Bikini. Cutesy layered ruffles create a pair of pull-on tubes — one with added tank straps, one with added crotch. Easy, forgiving fit, but not flattering — just fun! Specify color combination: three pinks, three blues, primary colors.
Naif Nights Bikini. Ruffled mid-rise bottom is overlaid with smooth heart patches — three of them in different tones of UV-resistant vinyl that glow in the dark, too! Gathered bra cups have the glowy vinyl as a trimming. Roll-resistant, racer-back pull-on top. Specify base color Tahiti Black, Sailor Navy.
Polly Petticoats Peplum Bikini. Only a strip of her belly shows between the high-waisted bottom and the hem of the deep flounce on the empire tank top — but it’s enough to show off the bottom’s pattern of Polly Petticoats cartoon characters! The waistband is half green, half lavender. As for that top: it’s Tahiti Black with a front panel in Lotion White, suggesting a funny little apron. Straps and “apron” piping are your choice of lavender or green.
Cherry Berries Halter Bikini. Bright, perfectly round cups meet contrast rolled straps — the “stems” that connect to a halter neck! Cherries are charming on small tits or big ones. High-waist brief has six of the “stem” straps joining the open sides. Easy pull-on styling! Specify Lacquer Red cherries with Tahiti Black stems, Bright Magenta cherries with Acid Green stems.
Hearts ‘n Handicraft Bikini. Full-coverage triangle top has middle heart charm, fidgety pony-bead strap detail, while matching brief has a faux string belt with pony beads and trailing ends to one side, each with its own heart end charm. Specify Firm Peach with clear glitter pony beads and gold hearts, Sailor Navy with red/white beads and silver hearts.
Solid Basics Bikini Mixers. Expand her coord options with simply solid separates. Top options are a basic halter, or a knot bandeau; bottom options are a ruffled brief, boy shorts, or cuffed Bermudas. Available in several of our classic swimwear colors (Bright Magenta, Lacquer Red, Sailor Navy, Tropical Turquoise, Acid Green) plus our NEW 2026 pastels: Firm Peach, Polar Mint, and Misty Lavender.
Choose a swimsuit and choose a few delectable pool rules — like that she’ll have to ask you to help pull her bottoms down before she can run to the toilet, or that nipple clamps are always worn on the beach, or that girls who have snarky attitudes get swim diapers to punish them — and you’re all set for a sweet summer with a pet!
Turn one little’s peeny-part into another little’s soothing binky … in three easy steps!
Slide a classically curved oblong shield up the shaft, separating the balls from the little “nakey snakey” with that familiar soother silhouette.
Fit the baby-marbles one by one through the hinged loop on the back of the shield, so they feel nicely corralled.
Slip the expanding cage over the shaft. Cup the tip of the peeny in the rubber dome at the end, then apply gentle inward pressure until the cage joints lock into the shield.
Now the little head is presented in a pretty, compactly packaged nubbin, perfect to pop in a nursery friend’s mouth … or just to coo and admire!
If the wearer wets while trapped in the PaciPeeNer, urine overflows out the back of the dome, drenching the baby balls. Classic cock cage is steel with no-pinch joints and a velvety soft-touch rubber coating, and the clear rubber dome that sits over the tip of the dingly-diddler is pure silicone and so suckable.
Specify color Strawberry Pink, Sky Blue, Gentle Lilac, or Jet Black.
Long time lurker, first message! Ive been following you for a long time over on bdsmlr, I love love love your posts 😭
I especially cant get the mimsy milking machine out of my head... im transmasc and the idea of being strapped down on all fours and forced to moo to cum just makes me so weak!!
But... if I were to order from your catalog id probably get the whole set of 2 person stuff from a while ago! The double sided medicine gag, two person diaper, two person sleep sack. It would be so so embarrassing to have to wet while the little im on a play date on is sleeping!! I hope i dont wake them up 🥺
Don't worry, I'm sure getting a warm bath around their baby parts from you will probably most likely just settle your playmate down to deeper sleep. Probably.
Of course, even if you both wake up wet from your nap, they might have a pretty strong opinion about who wet the diaper. After all, they'd've most likely watched you moo for your milking just before naptime, and they'll have formed their own ideas about the self-control of a little bovine baby like you.
The CGL Catalog is always delighted to hear about our readers' favorite ideas. Thank you so much for your message!
I am trying to get myself to doing more drawings! Honestly, it's largely a confidence thing. (Also, I need a new stylus for my tablet -- didn't realize the damn thing only worked with its dedicated stylus before I bought it!)
Are there textures that give your adult baby the shivers? Are there materials that give their caregiver an extra thrill?
We’ve designed these all-in-one school-uniform outfits to look academically neat while encasing your adult learner in your favorite looks … their least favorite feelings.
Rubber Uniform Dress. Glossy, shiny, clingy, squeaky! There’s not much left to the imagination underneath this trim little pull-on school uniform. Pure white Rubberina underblouse has embossed faux buttons and wingtip collar. Attached on top: a dark long-sleeved blazer with a shawl collar, a short light skirt with permanent rear pleats. Boxy white rubber panties are included! Specify Royal Blue/Little Boy Blue or Gloss Black/Creamy Lilac.
Spandex Uniform Romper. For anyone who loves a sex slave in something stretchy! School uniform romper is made from our heavy spandex jersey — with good opacity and high stretch recovery for daily wear. Mid-thigh shorts with patch back pockets, matching long-sleeved blazer have a tailored look, skintight step-in ease. Crisp white shirt front under the blazer has a little Henley-style placket at the throat. Tight, wet-look white knickers are a thinner spandex knit. Specify Mannered Maroon, Sky Blue, Pencil Pewter.
Fishnet Uniform Dress. Simple pullover dress with a two-piece look is light, short-sleeved crew neck tee attached to a darker skirt — but while the top’s sheer fishnet is unlined and stretchy, the skirt’s is sewn to a stiff, transparent base so it holds its full box pleats crisp and sharp-edged to Headmaster’s taste! Pair with white fishnet briefs. Specify Ivory Moon/Blossom Pink, Sky Blue/Sapphire, or Innocent White/Opera Black.
Leather Uniform Dress. Severe little blouse of top-grain leather buttons securely at the wrists, zips up neatly to a girlish Peter Pan collar. But while little may need some help with those fastenings, they’ll be covered up modestly as soon as they’ve wriggled into the hefty overdress that’s attached! It’s a V-neck jumper with button front, slight cap sleeves, and all-around skirt pleats. Leather bikini panties, too. Specify Matte Black, Cognac, or Oxblood.
Velvet Uniform Dress. The soft, curve-emphasizing glow of evening silk velvet as a daytime layered look! Pieced sheath dress has a bodycon fit from turtleneck to hip, then opens up to a slight A-line skirt to the knee. It’s white above the waist, dark below! Permanently attached round-neck cardigan has three self buttons so it can be worn open or closed. Comes with a white velvet thong panty. Specify Dusty Rose, Hunter Green, or Starless Black.
Obviously Uncle Yacov had known that the meetup this month had a “black and white party” theme. Usually it was one of the girls who planned themes, sure. But their friend group’s whole deal was that the dominant partners — the Uncles and occasional Aunties — did all the day-to-day executive stuff to … well, execute the themes. Hiring the photographer, buying decorations, setting up activities … that was Uncle stuff.
Every girl in their little group — “girl,” even though the youngest of them was 22, and the eldest was old enough to declare that a lady never tells and get away with it — had elected to be a little girl who called her boyfriend or husband Uncle (or her girlfriend or wife Aunt), happily accepted rules and structure and consequences, and let her partner keep track of things.
So basically, Uncle Yacov’s claim that he’d only just found out that tomorrow’s meetup was a black-and-white party was purest, unrefined bullshit.
And if Miri called him on it, she was going to get a spanking at best.
She stared balefully at the dress spread out across their bed.
Apart from her raincoat, a shiny black fit-and-flare, and a few pairs of shoes, the dress was the only black and white garment she owned. She didn’t wear white. It looked childish and she was pretty sure white clothes had a preternatural power to cause spills. And she didn’t wear black. Uncle Yacov loved her in rose pink, and Miri loved color in general; the darkest dress in her closet was ocean blue.
Apart from this dress, which she’d never worn and was going to have to wear to the stupid meetup for the stupid black-and-white party. Its T-shirt top looked barely there, the two layers of fine white fishnet just a mist over the brick-red bedspread. And the equally see-through skirt had a crisp lining, creating the starchy pleats that were spread so invitingly across the bed, but it did nothing to hide anything underneath.
“Here.” Uncle Yacov emerged triumphant, holding up a plain white diaper from the bottom of the bin under the changing table. “I was sure we still had some.” Seeing Miri still glaring at the bed, his tone firmed with warning. “Marietta. Stop pouting and try on your dress. If it doesn’t fit anymore, our only Plan B is to put you in one of my big T-shirts for a dress, and I don’t think you can sit like a lady all day long in something that short.”
And also, it wouldn’t hide much more than the fishnet dress would, and additionally she’d look stupid in the vintage-style photo shoot they were doing. Miri sighed and reached for the dress.
so uh, who wants to know the fantasy that inspired the first inherently slutty diapers CGL Catalog post I wrote?
of course you do so, like, my daddy has found out I've been skipping school. at this point I'm behind enough that, hell with it, I'll just not finish the year and try it again later. So while Daddy decides what my punishment will be for the bad grades, I get to meet up with my friends to say goodbye and get them to sign my yearbook, but other than that I'm mostly just tidying my room so there's better airflow for summer, finishing a couple of artsy projects I actually wanted to do, being relieved that my backup of uninspiring short essays is no longer hanging over my head. It was too overwhelming. Much better to just ... have a fresh start later. What Daddy will decide my punishment will be is hanging over my head too, but somehow that doesn't feel as daunting at this point.
A week after he's withdrawn me for the year, Daddy comes into my room and says it's time for my punishment to begin, and it's going to last at least all summer. My heart's pounding. I start trying to preemptively bargain, to tell him I thought he understood --
-- but he's tossed me over his shoulder and I can only squeak as he carries me into the living room. While I was lingering in my bedroom embarrassed, he's bolted another coffee table to the top of the old one, creating a taller surface; some foam sits on top, swathed in a light yellow crib sheet, like a pat of butter. There are boxes on the shelf of the lower table.
He tosses me easily to a bridal carry and lays me on the little mattress, down on my back. He's yanking off my shorts and panties before I realize what he's built me. A changing table.
I'm writhing, but he manhandles me into this diaper from The CGL Catalog:
“Fuckable” Snap Pocket Diaper. Oh, so shiny! This outer layer for reusable pocket diapers is made from metallic spandex with applique leatherette letters reading “fuckable” across the poofy padded bottom. Waterproof cloth diaper cover has white power-mesh edging with a small ruffle, white enamel snaps. Specify metallic/leatherette color combo: Perfect Pearlescent/Hot Pink, Bright Gold/Matte Black, Sterling Silver/Matte Black.
(Only in the fantasy mine is definitely hunter green with white letters. It contrasts sharply with my little flowered top.)
Each of the snaps is loud as Daddy's big finger and thumb pinch them together. Daddy pushes my legs up and holds up a hand mirror, angling it down so I can see my butt.
I may have not-great grades, but I can sight-read like anything. Even backwards, I can read that I'm now advertised as FUCKABLE.
"Daddy," I whine, with no idea where I'm going with this protest.
"Hush." He pinches my thigh. I yelp. "Your Uncle Bruce is taking over his dad's store up by their cabin." I was aware of this. Bruce -- who isn't my uncle, he's Daddy's drinking buddy, but I've never known a time when he wasn't closer than some of our family -- was not exactly thrilled to be moving away from his friends, and he described his father's business as like a bait shop and a convenience store with a scuzzy antique store bolted onto the back.
Daddy transfers my ankles into one of his hands and continues with something I wasn't aware of: "He offered me a job getting the place in order, but I wasn't going to take it so you could stay in the same school. Now that's not happening, so I'm going to work up there at least for the summer, and you are, too. And this?" He flicks the surface of the diaper, hard and directly above my vulva. I yelp again as it sends a deep thud through my clit. "This is your work uniform. No one there's going to know whether to treat you like a woman or a little girl, and this will keep them wondering, which is what they should be."
I stare for a moment while I absorb this. My mouth is shaping itself into a pout, but actually, this seems ... fair? Wearing a diaper, that's humiliating, but I hate heat and wearing the equivalent of short-shorts, in the mountains where it'll be ten degrees cooler all summer, is almost worth it. The "Fuckable," though ...
"But Daddy," I finally find my voice, "it says ..."
He gives me a look of pure warning. "I know what it says, and I know what you get up to in those long showers of yours. I don't ever want you putting anything in there without a good base again, or eventually we're going to end up in the hospital with a bunch of doctors laughing at you while they stick forceps in your ass to pull it out. Do you want that?"
"No!" It comes out loud, because I have a horrible suspicion he knows that scenario does make my clit twitch. But I don't want it to happen in real life ... do I? I get a dreadful pulse of vertigo as it hits me that he does know I ... do things in the shower, and he did just look right at my clit while he dragged the diaper up around me.
And now he says "Good," and he pulls the diaper open again at the sides. He tears it off so fast that the pop of the snaps turns into a sharp rumble. I squeal and instinctively reach down to try to hold its front against my pubic bone, but he whips it out from under my hands. He lets me keep my fingers closed around my pubic mound, though, foolishly hiding myself up front even as he pushes one side of my ass open with a thumb.
He holds up a small object. Cone-shaped, with an elongated flare at the base. Rubbery. Dark red. It occurs to me that I should pretend that I don't already know it's a butt plug, but too late; he's already pushing it against my hole.
I've spent enough time teasing my ass with unlubed fingers (and, in what I thought was the privacy of the shower, with a certain shampoo bottle) that it barely burns when the slicked silicone slides in. I still lose my breath when the plug's long flange hits my perineum, though.
Daddy snaps me right back into the diaper, doing up each side with still-aggressive speed.
"Don't you dare take that out of your bottom until you ask," he says, and steps back, grabbing a baby wipe to clean his fingers.
I lie there like a floppy baby-doll for a second, then remember myself and hurriedly sit up. "Oh, god, that feels so weird," I say as my weight shifts to my ass. The diaper crinkles, shrills against the sheet, like an uninflated air mattress being folded. Even through it, the pressure of the plug between my cheeks is more noticeable than I'd imagined. Don't people wear these all day? ... am I going to have to wear this one all day?
I look down at my thighs. Pale above my darker knees. Surreally normal, and yet their bareness seems more naked. I could almost be in shorts ... but I know I'm not.
"We'll take your new changing table with us to the cabin. If you're good on the drive, maybe I won't put it in front of the picture window."
"Daddy!"
"If you cooperate," Daddy continues grimly, "I won't have to build you a car seat and strap you in like a baby every time I take you somewhere."
He tosses a tote bag at me. I flounder to catch it. I "I want you to show me that you know how to look like a good girl. Pack the clothes that will make you look nice and available. Nice and feminine. None of that modest stuff, do you understand? If you don't have enough girly clothes, we'll buy you more, but if there's anything in your bag I don't like, Daddy will cut holes in it and make you wear it like that, to start with." He smacks my thigh, making me gasp. "Get your diapered butt off the table and pack."
I am trying to get myself to doing more drawings! Honestly, it's largely a confidence thing. (Also, I need a new stylus for my tablet -- didn't realize the damn thing only worked with its dedicated stylus before I bought it!)
A sweet solution for keeping dear little baby in one spot … and a backdrop for the dollhouse, too!
Designed for semi-supine restraint, Play Mountain is a wedge-shaped, contoured pillow with a non-skid bottom, firm woolen stuffing, and a comfy padded belt that buckles around the waist. From the long top of the wedge, a thin foam “ground” unrolls — and little crevices in the sides can be inflated to create plump “foothill” armrests with drawstring pockets for the hands.
Just lean the baby back on the pillow and padlock the belt, and little one must stay comfortably reclined against Play Mountain while they read a picture book, reach for dangling toys on a play gym, or just wiggle their toes! The “ground” helps cushion the bottom, and hands can be left free or tucked into one or both “foothills.”
Reclining play helps tire out the neck and core muscles, and it’s the perfect way to transition your reluctant regressor from sitting up tall to passively lying back!
Play Mountain Classic Edition has a pebble-textured sitting mat, misty purple slopes and a picturesque fleecy snow cap. The belt is iron grey with a quilted mountain horizon pattern.
Play Mountain Alpine Edition has a mossy “ground” mat, shaggy grassy side slopes, and a green slope quickly yielding to craggy ice and stone. The belt has fleecy sherpa-style backing.
Play Mountain Earthy Edition is all clay and dust color — adorable surrounded by doll-sized dirt bikes or plush cacti. The belt is matched, with a pretty braided applique trim for texture.
Buckle baby in for their playtime adventure and know their “playscape” is exactly how you choose to shape it!
There's a "what's going on with me" update on Patreon. Breaks at the very end to a subscriber-only story link, but if you want to read a case study about the unglamorous mix of executive dysfunction and heat exhaustion in a porn writer, click through.
Delicious(-ish) drinks for ageplay pets’ special(-ish) occasions! Party-ready and a marvelous teacher gift, sets include mixes for a big bowl of regression-friendly drink, plus reusable punch bowl, ladle, and handpicked accessories like party straws, reusable ice cubes or freezer trays.
Angel Colada Punch. A celebration of sweet behavior in a bowl! Special, mellow Horchata Colada drink mix is delightful on its own (or elevate by adding vanilla ice cream or a light sherbet). Pour a swirl from the shelf-stable carton of floaty vanilla cream onto the top, and finish with a sprinkle of silver and gold edible glitter. Little ones can sip the punch through reusable straws with golden halos — the straws slip through the central hole in angel-wing ice cubes! Faux crystal punch bowl and ladle.
Contains bowl, ladle, ice cube tray, 12 straws, drink mix, cream, glitter. Gift-wrapped with silver vellum and white feathers.
Big Trucks Punch. Freeze a “roundabout” in the road-textured ring pan to cool this surprising dairy-free cookies-and-cream punch mix! And set favorite toy cars atop it for a novel decoration that’s tomboy-approved. A charcoal-vanilla sherbet powder can be used for the roadway ring itself or to make tire ice cubes for guests’ drinks, black slowly melting into grey. Caution-tape cup sleeves and asphalt paper napkins are a cute construction touch. Simple steel punch bowl and bright yellow ladle.
Minty Pony Punch. Set tufts of ginger-flavored, salty-sweet “grass” into blocks of vanilla-mint sherbet and float them atop the sweet virgin mint juleps mix of this Derby-ready set. Horseshoe details are embossed into the oval stainless-steel punch bowl, and the ladle has a snaffle-bit handle. Matching bridle-detail ice bucket, too!
Peppermint Christmas Punch. Classic peppermint-twist hard candies have a clear sugar glaze so their colors stay crisp when frozen into this set’s round ice cube tray. Floating in the crystal bowl atop the green mint punch — perhaps around a block of vanilla ice cream? — they’re an elf-approved touch! Reusable jingle-bell ice cubes, too, for a frosty-chilled drink all evening without watering down. Stir in the packet of Drowsy Dreamy Powder to render your regression slaves sleepy, sweet, and compliant before Santa’s visit.
Contains bowl, ladle, 18 reusable “bell” chillers, ice cube tray, drink mix, 36 coated starlight mints, Drowsy Dreamy Powder. Gift-wrapped with foil tissue paper and jingle bell.
Purple Poopy Monster Punch. All-natural Banana-Prune diuretic drink mix meets an ube-plum sorbet powder in this creamy, fruity, urgency-causing punchbowl concoction! Freeze the sorbet in the “monster foot” molding tray, or use the tray for ice cubes and make the lilac-hued sorbet a floating island or block. Swirl in the sweet laxative powder and the deep purple edible glitter to your taste! Elevated resin punchbowl stands on a clawed foot, has friendly fuzzy monsters etched around the walls; ladle is molded with a fringe of fangs.
Soda Shoppe Punch. Maybe you’ve regressed baby too little for soda-pop, but the root beer flavoring in this drink mix is low-sugar, non-carbonated, and made with natural herbs, so it won’t hurt for a special occasion! Make it a root-beer float with a pour-on of vanilla cream atop the crystal-clear reusable freezer cubes. Some special strawberry and cherry reusable ice cubes, too, for that shake-shop charm. Steel ladle and fluted glass punch bowl reflect old-fashioned drinkware styles.
It’s fun to use gendered stereotypes as a creative imposition on your little! And it’s evilly delightful to “expect” area knowledge that matches the persona you’re pressuring a pet to adopt.
Ask rough-and-tumble girlies to discuss ballet using technical terms.
When out with your forcemasc boy, point to all trucks and construction equipment and excitedly encourage him to say their names.
Provide your gender-fluid toy with one shelf of books about cheerleading and one shelf of books about football; alternate which one they’re expected to discuss as you play with binary gender stereotypes together.
Demand that your sissy acquire a highly technical fashion vocabulary.
Play a “robot game” where your little boy must touch the parts of himself you name with technical terms. Express doubt — is he sure his elbow is a servo motor? — and show disappointment if he cannot explain his choice adequately.
Make mommy-and-baby skin care a positive, nurturing experience for your trans girl, asking her to tell you each time what each product does and why.
Don’t feed your forcemasc baby a spoonful until they’ve identified what kind of airplane is coming into the hangar.
So … how shall you provide baby with practice discussing its new, more appropriate interests?
“Here’s a story I know you’ll love! What kinds of train cars can you see in the first picture?” Shop our flash cards and storybooks to introduce topical vocabulary.
“Let’s practice your reading. Shall we see what we can learn about beauty pageants today?” Subscribe to a specialized news site or blog on the subject and use it for baby’s daily reading-aloud practice.
“Tell your friend all about the bugs in our garden!” Arrange a video-chat play date with another little where they are expected to converse about gender- and age-appropriate subjects.
“I don’t like you playing ‘bad guys,’ sweetness. Why don’t you play ‘princesses’ instead?” Encourage little to “play pretend” appropriately at home and in shared spaces like the park or preschool (teachers can help report how much little resorts to their “favorite” pretending role). Supply costumes and toys that match the theme and direct open-ended play (e.g. blocks) toward the preferred subject.
“He’s so into dinosaurs right now! You simply must hear his roar. Do me a favor and ask my little T. Rex about dinosaur facts?” Tell other non-regressed adults that your grownup baby is in a “phase” where they positively insist on being addressed as though they’re a [polar bear, belly dancer, cricket player, etc.], or invite them to quiz your baby on the focus subject.
“Look at all these cool tools! Do you want to make a picture with them?” Find a trade catalog for a gendered hobby or profession and make it the centerpiece of little’s arts and crafts time through coloring, collage, or papier-mache.
Modeling eagerness, compliance, and willingness to learn to your adult-preschool pet, the Teacup Sisters star in this stop-motion series of baby edutainment DVDs. Filmed in our own studio with our own exclusive toys as guest-stars, these videos are packed with good lessons for littles!
Willow, Rosebud, Majolica, and Dot are four little porcelain dolls in a big, grand dollhouse, and every time another toy moves into the house, they’re eager to learn what it has to teach! DVDs follow their adventures … and each comes with a SURPRISE 6-inch china doll of one of the sisters.
The Teacup Sisters Make Lunch. Sherrie in her little chef outfit is three times the size of the Sisters, so the kitchen is even more too small for her than it is too big for the Teacup Sisters! So Sherrie sits down, displaying her panties to the camera, and gives the Sisters clear directions to cut and plate a cold collation.
Littles learn: food safety. Surprise doll wears: standard velveteen frock plus pinafore apron.
The Teacup Sisters’ Runway Show. A fashion doll is staying at the dollhouse, and she helps the four sisters prepare to host and appear in a fashion show!
The Teacup Sisters’ Bunny Hop. A stuffed bunny arrives in the dollhouse, and it’s a little confused about what it’s supposed to do to be a good toy. The Teacup Sisters help it brainstorm ideas for good bunny activities, which leads to an egg hunt, a carrot orgy, a digging expedition, and at last a satisfying breeding session.
Littles learn: cooperation skills and breeding positions. Surprise doll wears: standard velveteen frock, bunny-ear headband, and diaper with attached strap-on and rabbit tail.
The Teacup Sisters’ Tropical Party. A big set of play food is piled on the kitchen table one morning when the Teacup Sisters get out of bed — and it turns out it’s a gift from a little tie-dye teddy. Inspired by the squishy starfruit, bouncy pineapple, and buzzy papaya, the sisters prepare the dollhouse for a tropical welcome party … but a paper snowstorm outside threatens their planned festivities!
The Teacup Sisters Sail Away. A little plush alien arrives at the outside of the dollhouse in a toy boat. They don’t speak the same language as the sisters, but they manage to convey they’d like to give a tour of their ship … and once all four sisters are aboard, the boat levitates up to a UFO! The sisters exchange gifts and search for ways to play and interact that work for their new alien friends.
Littles learn: cooperation skills, cultural relativism, and play initiation strategies. Surprise doll wears: standard velveteen frock, google-eye headband, vinyl spacesuit cardigan.
Layer babyslut in lavish prettiness to unwrap — even when it’s hot outside!
Ditsy Hooded Capelet. A single layer of lightweight woven cotton means this shady-cool finish is still breezy! Deep hood shades the complexion; brief cape covers shoulders against the sun, ends just at the nipple line on most wearers. Coordinating pastel soutache clasps in front. Specify strawberries and daises, lavender toss.
Lace Triangle Shawl. They add little or no warmth to the ensemble — but these ruffle-edged shawls in our specialty lace designs certainly add a touch of frilly whimsy! Just drape around her shoulders and tuck ends into her sash — or loosely knot in front — lending girlish modesty to lightweight summer bodices. Lace is beautifully white; specify design smiling daisies, anchors, dog biscuits, or buttplugs.
Cool ‘n Sheer Tights. The security of high-waisted full tights … the access opportunities of stockings … and no unpleasant summertime chafing! Soft, stretchy specialty gauze is moisture-wicking and cooling, with a strongly finished hole to leave baby bits uncovered. Super-transparent, too, with sweet floral prints! Specify pink-on-blush cabbage roses, yellow-on-white primroses, or multi-on-alice-blue country buds.
Miss Mercy’s Summer School Pinafore. For scholars and for parlor maids, too! Made from cotton canvas for the right balance of structure with breathability, this classic girl’s pinafore is lightened up with dainty rows of pinked eyelet ruffles at bodice and hem. All parts are dyed to match our uniform twills, offering a lighter alternative in hot weather … but just as useful at home over summerweight frocks! Or add a light petticoat beneath and treat as a halter dress. Wide sashes of silk tulle tie behind neck and waist. Specify Spun-Sugar Pink, Cloudless Blue, Sailor Navy, Stewed Peach, Gamekeeper Green.
Climate-Change Crinoline. An airy petticoat option for hot, sticky summers — but designed for our Old-World Underthings line so you know it’s a classic! Elastic plus wide ribbon drawstring supports six gauzy below-the-knee cotton layers, each individually three-tiered for more volume, less weight. Built-in roomy drawers, too. Specify Innocent White, Ivory Champagne, Blush Pink.
Lacy Lily Veiled Bonnet. Delightful baby bonnet of gathered Chantilly lace is fluffy, ruffly, but sheer and breezy too! Cloud-white tulle and millinery net forms a lovely peace-lily ornament on one side of this childish confection. Self lace ties keep the white-on-white bonnet secured under dainty little chin, and there’s a sheer-as-can-be mantilla veil attached to keep any summer buggies away.
