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My Life as a Young AB/DL GirlHi this is BabyGirl Samantha and this will be a blog about how I became an AB/DL Girl from a very young age until I was 18. I have been a bed wetter since I was very young and really never potty trained at night and had many accidents at school. I started have many more accidents during the summer when I was eight years old. Around my ninth birthday my bedwetting got the worst it ever was and I never had a dry night again, so my mother put me back in diaper at night when she got my little brother ready for bed. I was told after being diapered to just use them and will be cleaned up in the morning; I did not like this at first but did what I was told. Springtime in the 4th grade my daytime accidents were getting worse and they were happening every other day. By now most kids would be potty trained, but my bladder was under developed and it wasn’t getting any better. Kids in school were getting meaner about my wetting of my skirts it was making me very upset, and I would just hid in the corner at school to not be laughed at. On the weekends when I got up my mother would just change my diapers and make me wear it for the resat of the weekend, and the same rule applied she told me to just use them and she would change me when needed. During the summer between 4th – 5th grades I was in diapers 24/7 when school started in the fall my mother would put me in think cotton training pants for school and diapers on the weekend and for bedtime. The summer between 5-6th grade we moved to a new house and i was thankfully I got to go to a new school which now was a middle school,I was asked if I just wanted to wear diapers to school because my daytime accidents were getting very bad and I agreed, but with that she told me I would have to wear them 24/7 also I would have to go both pee/poop in them no question asked she would change me and the nurses at school would change me the only exception was if I had to poop at school I could go to the nurses office as it had a bathroom and the nurse would take off the diaper so I could go poo in the toilet. With in a few months I would just mess and go get changed by the nurse. I got use to wetting and messing in my diapers over the next few years I really started to like the diapers and would get more daring when messing wetting at school. I stated high school, with the same diaper rules as middle school, and was in class one day and messed my self but did not go to the nurses office tell class was over, most of the other students knew I wore diapers and had given up on making fun of me by now as most of them had seen me since middle school started. After class it was lunch time so I was heading to the nurse to get the messy diaper changed before I went to eat and this girl in that class came up to me on the way to the office and asked if I was wearing a diaper I was a little scared to tell her but she said come with me to the bathroom I followed her there and she showed me that she was also wearing a diaper and had to use them also she knew that I was messy as she could smell me. On the way to the nurse she asked if I would wait a while to get changed, as she was pretty wet and need to go poop. We both went to eat are lunch and she messed herself we spent the rest of the break outside talking. Close to the end of the break we headed to the nurse to both get are messy diapers changed then we went to our class. School was out and we met up to walk home together, as I have passed her houses on the way home everyday. We went into to her house and met her mother and sister, then her mother asked if she needed to be changed, Oh, sorry I did not know if your new friend knew about your diapers, I said she I also wear them and yes I am really wet she said she would be up in a few minutes. As we walked away her Kelly’s’ sister said Kelly’s’ new friend is also a baby and she started laughing I heard her mother say you shouldn’t talk you still wet your bed. Kelly and I got up to her room before her mother got there to change her I had messed my diaper again and was sitting there waiting for her to get changed. Kelly’s mother knocked on the door and said are you ready, Kelly said come in and her mother said are you messy and she said no, then her mother changed her and look over at me and said you most then be the messy little girl and asked if I want to be changed, I said yes please and she changed me. Kelly asked if I wanted to stay for dinner so I said I would call my mother and asked. I called my mother she said ok but come back after dinner. We had dinner and after she asked if I wanted to sleepover, as it was Friday night so we walk to my place to ask my mother. On the way to my house Kelly messed her diaper. We got to my house and my mother said it was ok if I stay at Kelly’s place and asked if she knew about my problem and she wisped in my ear “are you messy I smell it” and said no that is Kelly you smell. We went up and got my nightclothes, a few diaper for changing, and clean clothes for morning and my favorite blanket. Then we left for Kelly’s place and my mother said to call by noon tomorrow and to have a good night with my new friend. Over the next to years we became the best of friends. Junior year we found out that we were both bi-sexual bordering lesbian and started dating. We dated the next 2-year then graduated. The next fall we started college and we were “roommates” in the dorm and then the fun begins, which will be in the next story. Every thing accept the part about college is true,as she moved away we still keep in contact. I was setting up for a fictional story. BabyGirl Samantha
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