I am very happy with the way I have brought up my son – as a little girl who wets herself.
Some people will object to the way I have brought up my son. They simply don`t understand how a mother feels. He is a very unusual little boy I admit. I say `little boy` but in fact he’s twenty seven years old now, and no longer a boy at all.
If you saw him I’m sure you would agree that I’ve done the right thing. He’s far too pretty and delicate for the wicked world of grown-ups – he wouldn’t be able to cope with it at all.
It’s absolutely essential for me to keep him safely in his dear little nursery, dressed in the lovely frllly outfits I make for him and living a dainty, girlie, carefree life among his dollies.
Some people will say I’m being selfish; that I make him sweet and babyish for my own pleasure. Well I admit I do get enormous pleasure from dressing my darling in gorgeous baby dresses and frilly bonnets and watching him dribble and kick out his legs in his lovely pink satin crib; but he enjoys it too! I know he does. He cries of course, but don’t all babies cry? That just proves how babyish he really is! Besides, what could be more fun for a boy than living with his Mummy, wearing soft fluffy diapers and plastic panties and wetting himself whenever he feels like it?
And I don’t keep my little angel all to myself. He does meet other people too. All my girl friends come round to see him regularly and we have lovely dressing-up sessions and he has a wonderful time. Women seem to love making a fuss of him, petting and kissing him till he dribbles helplessly and soaks his diaper for them.
Actually he even has a special lady friend to take care of his…well, his certain needs. You see I know a male of his age needs relief in that department! Samantha comes round once a week. A very well developed girl. Seems to know an awful lot about males. I absent myself from the nursery when she is here, so I have no idea what goes on, but little Priscilla always looks very contented afterwards. That’s my baby’s name by the way. Isn’t it pretty?
