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Such a wet girl, staying up late barely remembering putting on the diaper after getting home and slipping into bed. Good thing she did..

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Midnight snackie time hehe! I searched high and low! Do you like my diape? 🤭

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JenJen needed a fresh diaper

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Welcome Dürnstein ⛰️🌳

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I’m a big girl!!!! I don’t give a hoot what you say!!!

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Best outfit ? 🥰🤭

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-why do you want me like this?

-shhh! Just wait there, looking at the wall. Move back a little bit more, and let me raise the seat

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buhhh what happened?? it was dry when i went down for my nap 🥺

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Too Good to Be True

When he first told her about Regression School, she rolled her eyes and laughed. A daycare for adults who wear diapers? A playhouse for “littles” to color, nap, and play pretend? It sounded like something pulled from one of their more elaborate roleplays, not something real. She had only ever played his babygirl at home, in the quiet safety of their shared space. Pacis and onesies were part of their private world, never meant to leave the bedroom or, at most, the living room.

Even when he handed her the sign-up forms, she thought he was just deepening the fantasy. She filled them out with a giggle, half-expecting him to break character and laugh with her. But he didn’t. He only smiled warmly and kissed her on the forehead, telling her how proud he was of his brave little girl. She figured he was just committing to the bit, nothing more.

Now, she stood in the hallway of their apartment, wearing a short-sleeved dress that barely reached the top of her thighs, the edge of her thick, crinkly diaper peeking out with every tiny movement. Her hair was pulled into neat pigtails. She shifted uncomfortably, the bulk between her legs unmistakable. Daddy was packing her bag with all the essentials—juice box, stuffie, extra diapers, her nap blankie. He hummed to himself, calm and focused, like this was a normal morning routine. She watched, waiting for the moment he'd break the illusion.

But he never did.

It wasn’t until the door opened and she saw it, that van parked by the curb, powder-blue with cartoon characters painted along the side, that her smile faltered. A uniformed woman was stepping out with a clipboard. A car seat waited inside. Her heartbeat slammed against her chest. She turned to Daddy, suddenly unsure, hoping to catch a flicker of mischief in his eyes, a hint of the old joke they were both in on. But there was none. He looked down at her with all the seriousness and warmth of a real parent sending their babygirl off for her first day.

That was when it hit her. This wasn’t pretend . She wasn’t just Daddy’s little girl in the bedroom. She was really being dropped off, diapered, dressed, and packed for her first day at Regression School. And as the woman at the door cooed, “You must be our new student! Don’t be shy, sweetie,” she realized with a jolt: her diaper was already damp.

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These may be a bit thicker than the other pull-ups I tend to wear