Favorite age to role play

@Corn_Flower Soap at both ends?

Mine is around.... 4 or 5?

That age when you're supposed to be out of nappies, but you're not. The biggest size baby diapers *just* fit you. Another reminder that you're getting too big, but yet, you still need baby diapers.

And you'll get changed like a baby, as you're just a bit too young to do that yourself.

My favourite age to roleplay is 4-7 with a kind and gentle caregiver. It makes me calm and warm inside and safe and loved.

@DarkWuff same but my age is three. So a little bit more reasonable to still be in diapers I guess. 😜

I look back and reflect and role play to the age of 13-14. At that point several things were going on, I was starting to really like girls at that age although I wasn’t very successful with girlfriends at that time, and also I started to enjoy secretly the art of ballet. I thought to myself, what better place to meet a girl! I never pursued ballet but wished I had! So that is the time I would love to recreate!

I have never actually done age play before but think I would like it. What draws me to medfet to begin with is the loss of control and submission to a caregiver, and I like scenarios in which I am made to endure something painful or uncomfortable “for my own good.” I think I’d enjoy playing around 10-14, old enough to be embarrassed and try to get out of the situation I am in, but young enough to be scared and babied.

My play age is 2,5-ish. Certain people make me slip into little-mode just by using simple words that trigger that particular part in me. Also when I messed my diaper and I’m being called out on it, it has a big effect on my little.

Spike

I like to ageplay from about 10 to 15 but still having to wear nappies for bed. Being teased for bedwetting and and having my bottom spanked for misbehaviour is my favourite scenario.

All our sex is daddy, and daddy’s little girl. We’ve never stated an actual age verbally.

If I had to guess, in my head, it would be prepubescent.

That was around the time my mother stopped giving me enemas. Her sexual fetish.

It would make logical sense, in my sub conscious her sexuality ended, and mine began.

Emotionally for me I’m flat chested and still a little girl. In my head I revert back to my childhood, and my D, is completely my daddy, and he treats me that way sexually. Only sexually.

No child is being molested. Only me.

10-12 y.o. reliving rt's and enemas given to me by my mom and auntie.

I prefer as a patient to be 8 to 12 years. Shy and nieve. To be naked and embarrassed.

Where the female doctor and nurse are in charge and dominant. In control of me. CFNM. 😀😀😷😷

My preferred age range to play is 12 - 14, although i have done slightly younger on the odd occasion. I like 12 - 14 for school play including corporal punishment, strip searches and medicals x

Middle aged, experienced doctor working at family practice/ adolescent clinic.

I’m a Daddy Doc. My prefers age range for exams or trading is 9 to 12. That’s for age play.

For everything else I have no age preference. I will play medfet exams with anyone who knocks on my door. Just be prepared to play IRL and follow instructions to the letter.

I like to role play somewhere between 14-18, shy, naive, but mischievous and very curious. I sometimes act like I'm an adult, but I'm actually still an overconfident teen who's getting too big for his britches. I'd benefit from being taken down a notch.

I want to be in my early twenties and forced to be treated like a baby by older gray haired women. They would RT me with my legs up, observe me being examined by a female doctor and laugh as I lay uncovered in front of them.

Either 3 or 15. Wearing a diaper in both cases. A slightly different headspace at those ages but most things stay the same.

For me, the favorite age really depends on the mood of the scene. I often enjoy role playing as a teenager or young adult because those ages carry such a natural sense of curiosity, shyness, and discovery. There’s a mix of innocence and uncertainty that makes the exam feel more layered and realistic. On the other hand, examining someone in that age range is also interesting because it can capture that balance between reassurance and authority. It’s less about the number itself and more about the emotions tied to that stage.

Wanting to relive...

I am 5 or 6 and I tell my mom that I don't well. She feels my forehead, but doesn't say anything and leaves. A few minutes later, she returns with a jar of Vaseline and thermometer. Not the mouth kind either.

She pulls down my covers and instructs me to turn over on my belly.

My jammie bottoms are pulled down to mid thigh, where she parts my butt cheeks and insers the thermometer. 5 minutes she says.

Once done, she reads it and leaves the room. I hear her talking on the phone to my doctor or his nurse.

About 15 minutes later, Mom comes back, helps me out of bed, and leads me to the bathroom, where I first smell Ivory soap in the air, then see the red bulb with black tip sitting on the counter. Next to that, a Tupperware bowl of soaps ups.

Mom tells me that the doctor is going to see me, and the nurse said to give me an enema before he arrives.

She helps take off my pajamas to where I am fully naked, then positions me face down over her lap.

I then feel her hand spread my cheeks with one hand, while her other dips her finger into the Vaseline, coating my crack before inserting her index finger into my hole. My body bucks up.

Then Mommy says that she will give me 5 squints of the 4 ounce syringe, and she needed me to help her count.

I can't see her, but hear the noises of the bulb being squeezed, then the sucking sound, as the bulb is filled.

Again she parts my butt cheeks, as I feel the cool air against my hole. Then the nozzle insertion. One, she says. I only felt the water being up my bottom. No problem.

Then I hear the bulb being refilled and the nozzle getting inserted. Mom never says anything, but waits for me to say 2! I eventually say 2, as I start to feel the soapy water start to churn my bowels.

Another sound of the bulb getting squeezed before I knew what was next. #3.

The 3rd filling started to get rough to handle, as Mom rubbed my back, butt, and legs. I asked her to stop and let me go potty. " Where's not done yet " she replied. Two more !

By my 4th insertions, I started to squirm and plead for relief, where she said only one more. This last insertions was the worst as I was ready to explode.

This is when Mom took me off her lap, and put me on the toilet, but wait... as I had to hold it for 5 minutes. Needless to say, that didn't work. It felt so good to release.

That day, the doctor came by to check me out. Of course, my Mom told him that I got an enema before he showed up.

In the end, I got a bad case of the flu.

Besides a prescription that he called in, he instructed Mom to give me enemas until my fever broke. This ended up as morning. Lunchtime, then before bedtime for 3 days.

And people wonder why we grew up eventually liking enemas.