A simple bag of goodnites

Did I mention the whole bit coin thing? I had a few lying around when the market went up, a gift from a friend and some cam profits, that allowed me to do some awesome things after turning them into various giftcards. I saw a dentist, got some new case and drive, got gifts for family members, was able to go up and take care of my parent without it being a financial burden. I don’t have much left and still am happy to receive them. I like it, support it, but it can be a bit stressful, no wonder those stock market guys are all sociopaths (or at least the movies tell me). I’m not really a gambling sort, except when I go without my nappies πŸ™‚Β 

Anyway, why am I telling you this? Because everything waist down in this pic is from bitcoin I picked up a CVS giftcard and bought some crinkles, extra wipes, new powder, lotions etc that I was running out of. My skin gets so dry in nappies that I need to train myself, like using A+D every change, not just when I feel like it. I hate diaper rash! After all the crinkles lately I’m going to have to stay out of them for a couple days, and that’s no fun 😦 Any rash recommendations are appreciated, but I think the key is to just taking the time to make every diaper change special. When I change others I’m careful and attentive, I should do that for myself too! I bet there’s mommies and daddies out there who’d make sure to use lotion every time πŸ™‚

I took care of some needs, and the goodnites I’ve been wearing instead of my panties have been a welcome addition… I originally only had the Tinkerbells and other Small-Mediums or 4t-5t nappies which I can just barely sneak into. I needed pullups not only for cuteness but also for functionality, I had a new skirt and unlike many of my others, it doesn’t poof out or have pleats. I couldn’t wear my really thick diapers while I was out doing life stuff, so back into training pants I went. I bought a Groupon for American Apparel with bitcoins (possibly the most 2013 thing you could do), dressed up cute and went out shopping. 40$ at American Apparel doesn’t get you much, but I didn’t just want to spend it on their expensive and easily ripped stockings. I bought the skirt in the photo and the one time I’ve worn it so far I felt super cute. Success!

I’m talking so much about money, because I have a new option for playful friends ~ if you visit the various new tabs on this site, you can see the link to my iFriends FanClub. It’s a place to check out videos, pics and if you catch me, a live webcam show. I’ve talked to the iFriends people, and I can do diaper related shows, but no messing, or peeing outside of diapers, which they have to enforce due to credit card stuff. Damn credit card companies, I’m sure they have their kinks too! So please, come play! The money goes towards my transition and life stuff, I love playing, and have been investing in some kinky new toys and stuff to show off πŸ™‚ If you want to support this site, spreading the word and coming to see me on Cam is the best way!

I’ve got some positive things going on, being a good girl πŸ™‚ I wanted to start this new year with a diaper regimine, but the crinkle rash has delayed that. I’m all shaved and smooth now, and will keep that up every 4 days, and continue keeping my diaper area soft, lotioned, and ready to be in diapers. I get all nervous about things like UTI’s and stuff when I’m post-op, anyone have any thoughts on wearing crinkles post-op?Β 
I need you guise, I miss you all, and want to post and share and listen and learn. Looking forward to changes and improvements, another year older and wiser, need to slow down time a bit and fill my days with creativity! Hugs, y’know, in 2024, some people think I’m prolly not going to be as cute, but I think I’m going to get cuter and cuter and sexier and sexier the older I get :p I’m going to be 80, full BDSM suit, diaper, whip, changing the diaper of a 20 year old transgirl. And I’ll have the same perverted grin on my face as I do while I write this πŸ™‚Β 
Hugs, happy new year, this little girl wishes you the absolute best this year!!!Β 

Hi. I just wanted to tell you that I saw you on My Strange Addiction, and you’re the reason I actually started to try to learn more about abdl and DDlg. After doing some research I found out that I’m somewhere between a little and an adult baby, and I honestly have never been happier in my life. You are honestly an inspiration, and you’re so brave for being on TV and being so open about who you are. <3

awwww, thanks! always happy to hear about people opening up, getting in touch with their little sides ❀ Hugs, thanks for checking out my stuff πŸ™‚


Β Snuggles!!! I can’t help myself, I know I say stuff like cuddles and snuggles and crinkles pretty often, but I really like those things, and those words make me happy πŸ™‚ They remind me of my favorite mood, that christmas morning mood, when the world is shiny and pajamas are the dress code. I have only really ever seen this in movies, but I imagine it feels really good, maybe like the way i’m feeling right now.

I have everything I need. What I don’t have, I’m on the road to getting.Things are sort of settling, I’m opening my heart up, sending big hugs to you πŸ™‚Β 

Hope all is welllllll !! I’m snuggly and cuddly and crinkly, thanks for all the love πŸ™‚


I woke up on the morning of Christmas Eve in my footy
Β sleeper and diapers. My bear was getting lots of hugs.

I was going to change, but I couldn’t help but just stand there, snuggling my bear, in my warm, wet, soggy crinkles.

I knew in bed tonight, when I was all sleepy with my bear and crinkles, that when I went to sleep i’d have extra sweet dreams.

Hugs everyone, happy holidays, more stuff soon! Bear and I love you all πŸ™‚

lost post

At the beginning of my time in Los Angeles, I made some posts about being a grown-up now, and not wearing diapers anymore. I was kidding, being silly, trying to be cute, but it was a prophecy that kinda came true. My time here hasn’t been very crinkly ~ but that’s changing. The weather is right, I have a supply of Bambinos and Goodnites, powder and wipes, I’m all smooth *down there* and I’m in a snuggly, smiley mood. I had written a huge post, but it was lost in the passion of writing and forgetting to save, a mistake I consistently make in life. So here I am, in the raw, no explanation needed and the one I’d prepared to give is lost in time now… Hugs everyone, have an amazing week, I’ll be posting more soon, look-out πŸ™‚

Twitterpated: Holidays vol. 2

So, where did we leave off? Oh yeah, I’m depressed, hiding, it’s nearing the end of November. I get a call from my father and a few days later I’m up in Sacramento. I shook off some of that negative feelings, went into the situation with a good attitude and was rewarded with a good experience, funny how that works πŸ™‚ I even got a chance to wear some nappies, and I managed to snap this froggy legged photo before sleepy time on one of my nights up north. You can take the girl out of the nursery, but you can’t take the nursery out of the girl πŸ˜›

These below are two silly pics, the first is my PC being packed up and brought back in my suitcase, with my Bambinos as soft padding on the side. I’ve used diapers for packing plenty of times, they’re pretty handy. The second photo is a ton of roasted Marshmallows. My friends who roasted them are “vanilla”, but familiar with my marshmallow trick. We all had a good laugh at the absurdity of it, I just want to assure you all these marshmallows were not for me. So why would someone roast this many marshmallows at once, if not for some sort of sexual gratification? I’ll put the answer at the end of this post :p

Doing something for family, getting up to see some friends, and having a few weeks to sorta “get back to my roots” turned out to be a much needed change of pace. I actually mowed a lawn, was much more domestic than I’ve been lately, I’ve been a total city girl, not used to the slower pace of the Sacramento suburban life (though where I live currently is pretty darn suburban). It was good, the trip back was tougher than usual, took me a second to adjust to all the *freedom* I had after being in a somewhat starchy environment. After a moment of bouncing around all over the place like a fish put into a new tank, I caught myself, and turned my attention to the important things, transition, career, people I care about. Sometimes when we’re buzzing around, we lose focus…I also put myself back into nappies, I think those help me stay focused, though any reason I’d give would sound like a total reach.

It was nice, to not just wear late at night or early in the morning, but to be a crinklepants all day, in all my activities. The weather is just right here in LA for hoodies, jeans and diapers, or skirts, tights and diapers πŸ˜› Footy sleeper weather, cuddle weather, it’s perfect πŸ™‚ As much as I like cold places, my skin always dries out, I have a perpetual sniffle, I quickly start to hate it, especially snow. SoCal is spoiling me for winter, but the summers here are pretty brutal unless you live on the water. I’m boring you with this weather talk. These two pictures I sent to friends, I was pretty soggy in the Close-Up one, and the footy sleeper one was right out of a shower, powdered, pampered and pajama’d for bedtime~

I’m excited about some upcoming changes, feeling good, out of my little hiding phase… I’m pretty embarrassed by how I deal with life sometimes, I’d like to think I’m getting better at dealing with it. I’d like to think I’m doing pretty well despite all the sad moments, the tough times. I’m going to keep believing that, proving that in all the ways I can.

Oh, I nearly forgot, the NorCal folks were roasting marshmallows en masse for a s’more blend of beer they were making. It sounds OK, but also really sugary and awful, it also had graham crackers and chocolate in it. Not sure about that.

Talk soon friends, it’s early in the morning on December 17th, I’m still in my PJ’s, going to have some tea and do an extra-good job flossing my teeth, as I have a dentist appointment this afternoon. I bought the Groupon for the dentist with bitcoins, that’s pretty awesome. New dentists always make me nervous. It sounds silly, or maybe just really sad, but i’m afraid they’re going to be mean to me because i’m trans. If anything is a good example of trans and/or bullying related anxiety, it’s this right here. Not discouraged though, it’s mostly an irrational fear, and it’s easy to get caught up in those worries. Being me is worth these moments of anxiousness, I’m stronger than my worries, I am not discouraged πŸ™‚

I intended on ending with a positive note, but that dentist thing put a stop to that… I’ll just leave with a happy wave, a “stay warm” and “big hugs” πŸ™‚ More stuff sooooon!!!

Twitterpated: Holidays vol. 1

Unlike twitterpated’s in the past, I won’t be sharing my actual twitter posts with you so many of these photos are brand new! It’s been a strange, busy couple months since the holidays started and I wanted to recap with some pics and thoughts from these last few chilly months πŸ™‚

This first pic was shortly after applying for my place in Denver (which was denied) and I was finishing up the treatment etc. for the hand I injured at my workplace. It was a tough time, but I wasn’t faltered by “life stuff” getting in the way.

Β I dressed up all cute, put on some tights and shorts and a shirt I had left over from my time as a server. I went on a date with a guy that wasn’t very good (read: horrible). I was stressed about money, about my living situation, about my health and about my path. I was pretty lost.

My big leather jacket couldn’t even make me feel safe. So I did something I’ve done before, I hid. I hate hiding, I start to internalize and internalize until it feels like I’m the house from Poltergeist, scaring myself until I finally implode. It’s not good, it’s not healthy, it’s a knee-jerk reaction to the harshness of the world.

So I hid, I sent faceless, shadowy pictures to the internet, to lovers, because I didn’t feel very good about myself. I know, it sounds sad, but it’s sometimes the way we deal with things. I’m not saying it’s ok, but it’s the past now, and I still have the smiley photos to bring me back to the good times, and the dark pictures as a reminder that even when I don’t feel beautiful (as a model or as a person) my passions, desires and journey still exist. The shadows are just stronger sometimes.

Β This isn’t the time where I start feeling better, I’ve got a trip to my hometown, a big warm thanksgiving lasagne and trays and trays of roasted marshmallows until then. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow for those pictures. Until then, November me is hiding, a bit lost, but not forgotten or broken.

Big hugs, thanks for reading πŸ™‚