I was born in 1951, a time of sexual repression and a time that seemed to carry over some habits and beliefs from years before. I was raised by three women, my mother, my grandmother, and my godmother (also my aunt). I was four years old before I had my first haircut. To this day, I remember the long curly blonde hair that reached almost to my behind. Comments to my grandmother who took me shopping with her on a daily basis were always in the realm of, "what a pretty little baby girl you have." I was dressed I'd frilly clothes for the longest time. I remember spinning around to make my lace trimmed dress bulge out and puff up. It was only when I started in boarding school at the tender age of 5 that I was told I was a boy. That imprint of being a girl has been with me for my whole life.
I remained in boarding school till I was 18. During my pre pubescent and early pubescent years, the school was run by catholic nuns. Often, I'd fall asleep dreaming and wishing I could be put into a frilly dress. That was the time that the baby side of me bloomed as well. Hugging my pillow to myself at night, and enjoying, but not understanding that strange new feeling between my legs, I'd wish, then dream of being diapered as well as being put into a frilly dress.
A few times I wet the bed, and was laughed at and teased by the other boys. As a punishment and a precaution the dormitory sister started to put me into a thick cloth diaper and rubber pants. As shameful as this was, I'd fall asleep happy and became addicted to the wonderful feeling of being in a nice wet, wRm diaper.
Now, widowed and retired, I live 24/7 at home as a sissy gurl in diapers.
I wonder how many others may have had a start like that.