Well I lived with my parents for many years more than a lot of so called adults would have. My brother and sister both married and moved out, this gave me time to enjoy my nappies with less chance of older brother or sister coming across them. Life went on as normal and again my father was re posted again we moved . It was to be this town I would move out on my own I got my own flat a one bedroom kitchen living room, perfect for a single person. I met a girl on my first day at my new job, I got the job as we were waiting for the removal lorry to unload no searching for a job here. Over the years this girl and I would be on off boy friend, girl friend for around ten years. She was raised by a single father parent from a young age.( might get her to add more if she wants).
Well the on and off relationship went on a bit she also had her own flat, okay she shared with another girl. Over the years I knew her I kept my secret to myself making sure to hide everything before she visited. On a few occasions she would be found reading my Forum magazine, ( adult magazine with readers letter sections and contacts.) One day I took the bull by the horns and told her about myself, seeing she had read plenty of stories in my magazines covering the topic .I knew if she took it badly I might be moving rather than everyone in town and at work finding out. For me it was a risk I was willing to take, when I told her she sat drinking her Jack Daniels and coke. Then to my surprise she said, ''Okay go and get out what you wear and let me see it''. As I left for the bedroom she said to put on a nappy to let her see it. No going back now I thought. As I walked into the living room I expected her to laugh then get up and walk out, To my surprise she just smiled and carried on reading while sipping her drink. She stayed the night as we had planned and in the morning said we had to stop off at her flat where she now lived alone so she could grab a clothes change and feed her cat. While she got changed I fed the cat and made coffee. I was sitting in the living room with my coffee when she walked into the room behind me and asked what I thought meaning her clothes as she had asked before. Well I spilt my coffee , ''ouch,'' Here in front of me was the cutest toddler in pink cord pinafore tee shirt, socks and white Mary Jane shoes. Long story but we now had an extra bond and my worry about what I told her the previous night disappeared. Over the next few days we planned our engagement and told family what they had all hopped for. We married the next spring.