I've taken hundreds of pictures of me in diapers, baby clothes, sissy clothes, and some of me just loading my jockey shorts or pairs of my wife's panties. I usually put the camera on a tripod and set it to shoot one picture per minute, then get in front of it and have my usual diaper fun (wetting them, loading them, getting myself off in them while smelling the soaked ones from my diaper pail, and any other fun form of "diaper depravity" that I think of). I'd post some of them, but most all of them were shot in my bedroom or guestroom and--though I could edit out or cover up my face--it would still be obvious to anyone who has ever been in here (particularly, my kids) where they were taken and therefore, that must be me! Too risky! But sometime I want to do this in a motel room or some other place that's not obvious and post some of them for others to see. In the meantime, I have swapped a few with a couple of DL friends, once I've communicated with them for a while and trust them.
Doing diaper pictures is easy now in the age of digital photography! It wasn't so easy in the past when you had to use film and get it developed. At one point in the 1970s I had my own darkroom and did some B&W photos of me and developed them myself. Wish I still had those, but that was back during my "binge and purge" period and during a purge I tossed them and the negatives out.
There was another time that I tried shooting some using color film. In the early 1980s while still living at home and dating my former girlfriend, there had been a nice sunny day when she and I were the only people at my parents’ house. My parents lived on a large plot of wooded land, the neighbors couldn’t see our house from theirs, and it was private. I’d been wearing my diapers all day and they were very wet. So I had my girlfriend go out in the yard with me and the camera to take some pictures.
I posed on the porch, on the picnic table, in the grass. Just me in my drooping wet diapers. At the time, that made it more exciting – knowing that someone else would have to develop and print this film and they’d see me in my diapers. I was loving every minute of this. This was the girlfriend (described in other posts) who initially let me wear my diapers in lieu of having sex with her (she was "saving it" for marriage, she said). Once she finally started doing sex, she hated my diapers. It was "now that you have this, you no longer need those." Well this was about a year after the sex began, I still wore my diapers but could tell she really didn't like it anymore, and about six months before we broke up.
That particular day, though she was indulging me by taking the pictures, she wasn’t terribly thrilled about it. “Oh do we HAVE to take more pictures?” More evidence that she was getting tired of my diapers. But I never got the film developed, I didn't dare take it to any of the places where I normally had this done because I knew the people who worked there and didn't want them to see me in my diapers (for obvious reasons). So I put the roll of film away thinking "one of these days I'll find some way to do this" and forgot about it.
Well. Almost a year later, after we'd broken up and I'd moved out of my parents' house to a small place on the coast of South Carolina, I was going through a box of stuff I’d brought from home, and I found the undeveloped roll of film and decided to have it developed. I’d only lived in this town for a few weeks and nobody knew me. For all they knew I was just another one of the thousands of tourists in town. So I took the film into a local drug store one day, dropped it off, and filled out the envelope with a fake name and phone number.
About a week later I went by there with the receipt to pick up the prints. I remember that I was extremely nervous and was thinking “Probably everyone in this store has seen the photos and laughed at the Big Baby and when I walk in they’ll recognize me and laugh. But that’s not what happened. The girl who worked there couldn’t find my pictures, and after asking around came back and told me “Oh none of your pictures came out, and there’s no charge.” Was the film bad? Or did they see them and decide not to print them? We will never know.