Natalie's Birthday

This is a short story I worked on and if you have read Incontinent Natalie, then you will be familiar with the main character. Natalie is now a 29 year old woman living in England, married and a mom. You might notice how much Natalie has changed over the last 14 years and some parts of her are still the same. Natalie and her husband do a little girl/daddy relationship and it involves some teasing and humiliation and Natalie is never sure he is serious but always thinks he would actually do it and it makes it more fun for her husband. He also enjoys role playing and enjoys his little girl taking it all so seriously because she doesn’t understand.



This story is based on my AB fantasy minus the incontinence and part of it is based on what my husband and I have done for daddy/ little girl. So I would call this a fantasy story. I also wanted to live in London and marry a British guy but it never happened. Places Natalie went to I went to minus seeing a movie and going to Build A Bear since that store wasn't there then.



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I woke up on a Saturday. My diaper was wet. I still had my pacifier clipped on my shirt and I just lied here. Then Daddy got up and looked over at me and said “Good morning princess, happy birthday.”

“I hate birthdays,” I said.

“Today it’s going to be fun,” said Daddy.

“I wish you could forget about my birthdays,” I said.

“What’s wrong with celebrating your birthday?”

“It reminds me how old I am getting,” I said.

Daddy gasped. “Hey I am not old. You’re still young. If you say you’re old, then you’re saying I am very old.”

“I just feel old already,” I said. “Pretty soon I will look like an old lady with wrinkles.”

“You will always be my little girl no matter how old you get.”

Daddy started to rub my face. I liked the nice feeling on my skin. It felt so relaxing.

Then he pulled the blankets off me and felt my diaper area. “You’re wet,” he said. “Ready to begin the day?”

I didn’t answer.

Daddy just got off the bed and got my changing mat and placed it on his bed and he pulled my arm and leg and pulled me to his side but I made it hard for him by not helping him.

“Oh you really are a baby today,” he said.

He came to my side and put his arms under me and scooped me up and put me on the changing mat. He pulled my pants down and my plastic pants revealing my wet Fabine diaper he just got me. They had prints all over. He got the wipes and the baby powder and rash cream and undid my diaper. He lifted my legs in the air and grabbed a wipe and started wiping me down there. Then he pulled the used diaper away and grabbed a clean one and unfolded it. It was another Fabine one and he put it under me and put my legs down and poured powder all over my bottom and diaper and pulled it up between my legs and taped it closed. He made it all snug. Then he picked out an outfit for me to wear. It was just a normal outfit and he picked out the ones that looked childish. He picked out a pair of jeans and a t shirt and a sweater with a Disney character on it. He put them on me and I had a diaper camel toe. Daddy finds it cute and says no one will notice it’s a diaper under there. He put my tops on next and I was all dressed. I did have a bulgy bottom and Daddy patted my rear end. He then threw my used diaper away in my diaper pail.

“Meet me in the kitchen,” he said.

He went in the bathroom and I heard him washing his hands. I just went down to the kitchen. My cousin was already up. It was her day off from work as always and she was going to watch my son for me and my step son was sleeping on the couch in the living room. He lives with us every other weekend and he came by last night with his stuff for the weekend. He is twelve.

My cousin wished me a happy birthday when she saw me.

“I hate getting old,” I said.

“Oh nonsense, you’re not old, do I look old?” Christina asked.

“No,” I said.

“Well neither are you.”

Christina served tea and I had some cereal.

Then Daddy came in the kitchen. He just cooked himself up some toast and put butter and jam on it.

“So what time will you two be back?” Christina asked.

“Around five,” said Daddy.

It was like they were my parents and I was their child except Christina isn’t a Mommy and I don’t even want one really. I prefer a daddy only. I’d rather have a playmate and she was my playmate once but she decided the AB/DL thing wasn’t her thing.

I finished my breakfast and I went on my computer. I went checked out Daily Diapers. I was reminded once again on there it was my birthday because the front of the forum showed my user name for whose birthday it is today and how old they are turning.

I browsed the new content and I saw I had a new message in my inbox so I checked it and it was a birthday wish from another member. I looked at it and then went back to browsing new and updated topics. Then I went to ADISC and looked around there too.

I could hear the rest of the kids being up including my eight year old son. I just stayed in my room with the computer. Every morning was my routine for computer but this day Daddy changed it a little by dressing me and having me go downstairs for food.

I checked my email and then looked on Wrongplanet and Facebook. I checked the news feed. I get so much junk posted on it from liked pages and by my friends, I never see any real status or photos posted by others unless I go to their profile because they just get buried on my feed.

Then I decided to do some writing I had been doing off and on since elementary school. Then Daddy came in my room. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“Get ready, we’re about to leave.”

“Okay.”

I stayed on and worked more on my story and then I checked out Facebook again. I looked in the incontinent support group I am in and looked on the liked page too. I am also on a page about a diaper product. I farted and I felt some poop come out. Just great, a diaper wasted and this brand is expensive. But Daddy doesn’t care. He just wants to keep me clean and not let me stay in it for too long. Sometimes he will let me stay in it longer just to be nice or as a reward because he knows I like it just as long as it’s not too runny and not too soft and he will change it if it gets too uncomfortable. He will also make it more enjoyable for me by rubbing the outside of my diaper or making me sit in my mess and then he cleans me up.

“Natalia,” Daddy called.

“What?” I shouted.

“You ready?”

I finally forced myself off the computer. I just put my laptop down and went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth. After I was done I packed my diaper bag.

Daddy came in our bedroom and saw me packing. He had on his shoes. I still didn’t have mine on yet.

I also grabbed my Kindle and Nintendo 3DS and some games and stuck them in there too. I also had my wallet in there. Daddy checked my bag and put in a couple Fabines with my Tena Slip Maxis. I was hoping I wouldn’t have a shitty day (pun intended). Then he took out a few under pads and stuck them in the bag too. He closed it and put it over my shoulder.

“Good girl,” he said. “Also good job for getting ready without me having to get you off your computer. Are your teeth brushed?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Hair?”

“No.”

“Brush it.”

“It looks fine,” I whined.

“No, brush it so you will look better.”

I looked in the mirror and my hair looked fine. I keep it cut short so I wouldn’t have to brush it and long hair is a pain. It always got messy and it never stayed neat and it hurt to brush it because it pulled my hair and conditioner didn’t work because I still got knots.

Daddy crabbed a comb and combed my hair. Then he was done and he padded my butt. Then he felt it by pushing his hand on my buttock and feeling my crotch also. “Did you poop?” he asked.

He sniffed my butt. “I can smell it, let’s change you.”

He laid me back on his bed and he undid my pants and pulled them down. He grabbed another diaper, the same kind, and took the adult wipes, and undid my diaper again. He lifted my legs up and used the back of my diaper and wiped my butt crack. It must have went up my diaper because I could feel him rubbing some of the poo off the top of my butt crack. Then he grabbed a wipe and cleaned me up and it took him a good three wipes to do. I swung my hands on his bed.

“I am almost done here,” said Daddy. “It takes longer to clean up bigger babies than little ones.”

He rubbed the wipe around inside my labia and a little bit inside my vagina. It felt a little uncomfortable and I flinched.

“Just getting some poop out,” he said. “Big babies are so large, poop gets in there. I don’t want my little girl getting an infection do I? That would make me a terrible daddy for not cleaning you properly.”

I rubbed my hands on his bed.

Daddy finished wiping me and he pulled the diaper away and he had it rolled up when he set it aside. I looked at it and saw I had peed in it. I never stay dry long after being in a clean diaper. Every diaper change I always hope I don’t have any accidents, especially with Daddy changing me.

He set my legs down and unfolded the clean diaper and lifted my legs up again and placed the diaper under me and made sure it was in the right position before setting my butt back down again. He pulled it up between my legs and taped it shut. He pulled my pants back up and buttoned it and picked my used diaper up.

“How bad was it?” I asked.

He opened it and showed me and rolled it up again.

He threw it away and washed his hands again. I got back on my computer and I was just about to start checking out ADISC again when Daddy came out and said “Are you ready?”

I just closed the laptop and left it on the chair.

We headed downstairs and Daddy asked me if I took my anti stink pill.

“I forgot,” I said.

“Better do it so you won’t get embarrassed.”

I went in the kitchen and took my pill. All the kids were up and playing. Landon, my step son was playing my Wii U and Alex, my son, was watching him. Haley and Alexis, my cousin’s kids were playing on the floor and Christina was in the kitchen still. I saw her putting in some laundry. Daddy grabbed my coat and his and held my coat out for me to put my arms in so he could put it on me. I took off my diaper bag and put my arms through the sleeves and he put it on me and I put my diaper bag back over my shoulder. Daddy put his on and then he said, “Bye everyone.”

“Bye,” Landon said quickly without looking at us. He kept his eyes on the TV. Alex didn’t say anything.

Christina said bye from the kitchen and told us to have fun.

Daddy and I left. He took my hand and we walked. We walked to the nearest bus stop and waited for the bus. I was glad it wasn’t rainy out but Daddy had an umbrella anyway just in case. My real dad was right about raining here a lot. I took out my Kindle and browsed through the books I had. I looked at the adult ones. Lot of them were diaper ones and few were about spankings and I had one book about breast feeding and I had some dirty fairy tale books. Lot of the diaper ones are samples and I don’t even know if they are worthy to buy since I find lot of them to be a rip off and I do have to be careful with what they are about since I do not like toilet slavery or diaper eating or wearing other peoples diapers and they are not the kind I would find on Daily Diapers or ADISC because people don’t write that far with their fetish. The ebook ones are too short and not worth the price it was and I only get twenty pounds a week in allowance and I am out of a job right now.

I felt some moisture in my crotch. See, I never stay dry long.

Soon the bus came and we got on and Daddy paid for my fare and took a seat. We rode it to a tube station and got off and walked there. We walked in the station and went underground.

I felt tempted to slide down between the escalators like I saw in Skyfall and I remember doing that once as a child when my family and I were here visiting my Dad’s side of the family and I got yelled at for it and I kept on trying to do it. I can remember him saying he wanted to spank that guy who put that idea in my head. I don’t know why they didn’t want me doing it. We can’t sue if we get hurt, this isn’t America and I don’t know how I survived living there for twenty five years of my life. We only faced a lawsuit there once my whole entire life.

The train came and we got on and rode it to central London. Daddy had plans in mind for me as his little girl and I knew about this ahead of time but I didn’t know where he was taking me too so I was feeling anxious.

On the way there the train slowed down and then we were still. People looked around. Then we heard the intercom voice.

“Attention folks, we have experienced a technical error, we should be moving shortly, please be patient and thanks you.”

I heard people moaning and grunting. “I have to get to work,” said a woman.

I heard a guy say a curse word.

“How long do you think we’ll be here?” another guy asked.

“This sucks.”

I was hoping we wouldn’t be stuck here forever, I mean for a while. I would normally get upset about this but I have gotten used to handling surprises and this doesn’t happen very often. If I do get upset about this happening, it will be because of my incontinence. Instead it seemed like other people were not handling this well and I was the normie and they were all the un normies, NTs, another word for it. It stands for neurotypical. My daddy seemed to be handling this well too.

“Other people sure hate this change,” I said to him.

“This is a hassle,” he said. “People have plans, meetings to go to, work. Of course they will be upset.”

People talked and I saw some had out their cell phones and I saw some using their tablets or ipods and I saw one man with his computer. Everyone was finding some entertainment to do to past time. I even spotted a mother pulling out a Nintendo DS for her son and told him to play that and be quiet. Then she shoved some snacks in front of her toddler who was sitting in her stroller. Then Steven handed me my Nintendo 3DS after he was digging in my diaper bag.

“Oh god I hope this won’t be much longer, I really gotta pee,” I heard someone say.

Too bad he wasn’t wearing a diaper. This is a situation where I would want to wear one if I was continent but the only problem is, trains breaking down are unpredictable unless you want to wear a diaper every time you take one for something that seldom happens.

I played my Nintendo 3DS. Some birthday I got.

“We better not be stuck here all day long, Daddy,” I said to his face. “You dragged me out of our home and I don’t want to waste my day being stuck here.”

“If we do, then you can be mad at me all you want, Princess,” he said.

I am not sure how long we were stuck here for but pretty soon the voice over the intercom came back saying “Attention, we should be moving here shortly, thanks for your patience.”

“Yay,” I said at the screen.

I kept playing my games I had on my system and then soon the train jerked and started to move.

“Yay, finally,” I said.

“Yeah finally,” said Daddy.

Some people clapped.

“At least it wasn’t five hours,” said a man close to me.

We rode to our station and got off and had to get on another train. I felt the big breeze and then the train came and people got off and we got on. I was so glad I was not my mother or I wouldn’t be able to handle being under here because it gets so crowded underground and so do the trains and it gets loud and it smells funny under here. I never want to be her. But I still held Daddy’s hand.

We got off at Leicester Square. We walked out of the station and up to the street. All of the streets were narrow and most of the traffic on it are buses and taxis and business trucks. We walked a few blocks to Covent Garden Daddy was taking me too. We went to the market. Daddy decided to take me into Build A Bear Workshop and told me it was my birthday present to make a stuffed animal.

“But it’s so expensive,” I said.

“Don’t worry about the cost, little girls don’t worry about money,” he said. “Now go make a stuffed animal or do you want a spanking,” he said quietly.

“You wouldn’t, we’re in public,” I said.

“I can do it here, you will like that.”

“But then wouldn’t that be sexual exposure?” I asked.

“I would just tell them I was disciplining my little girl and I didn’t leave any marks or bruises or any blisters on her skin so it’s not child abuse.”

I wasn’t sure if Daddy was serious. But he did sound serious. I didn’t want to be spanked right here in this store in front of everyone. Would he really spank me here? I like to be spanked and he never does it because I like it too much but not in public but this time he was willing to do it but in public.

“So will you be good for Daddy and make yourself a stuffed animal?” Daddy asked me.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay I will wait right here for you, give me your nappy bag and coat.”

He took off my diaper bag and took my coat and held them in his arms. I looked around at the stuffed animals and the ones that hadn’t even been stuffed yet. They had My Little Pony, Hello Kitty, Disney characters, Spongebob, a smurf, bears, cats, horses, Miss Piggy, Kermit the frog, and other animals. I looked at the clothes too and the accessories.

Daddy came up to me and asked me what I was going to make. I told him I didn’t know and he told me I could pick any animal and outfit, anything I want with it.

“Even the accessories too like this bed here?” I picked it up and showed him. “Or this,” I picked up a fake passport.

“Anything you want?” said Daddy.

“How much can I get?” I asked.

“As much as you want.”

“But how much, is there a limit?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you what, you pick out a stuffed animal first and outfit, then we will worry about the rest.”

“Okay,” I said.

I went back to looking at the stuffed animals. I was never interested in regular stuffed animals so I skipped those. I just looked at the colorful ones and the characters. Did I want a My Little Pony one or Patrick or Spogebob or Sandy or Hello Kitty or Smurf, or Mike from Monster’s Inc and James, Ice Age characters and the characters from Frozen. I like My Little Pony and had some of the ponies as a child and watched the show on Disney but I like the old school kind better. I wasn’t a brony and I wasn’t going to jump on the bandwagon for the new show. I looked at the tie dye Hello Kitty and the plain one. I looked at the price and it was expensive. Close to twenty pounds. Daddy did say to not worry about the cost and I could pick out any stuffed animal I want. I showed the plain Hello Kitty it to Daddy.

“Is this what you want Princess,” he asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“Okay, go get it.”

“But look at the price,” I showed him the tag.

“Little girls don’t worry about it.”

“But won’t you go broke?” I asked.

“Don’t worry about it, we can afford it,” he said.

I went to the stuffing machine and waited for my turn. I had to wait for these kids to get done and a teenager. I could remember being one, no I don’t mean the age. I just remember being a kid and a teenager. Now I was nearing thirty. I was getting old.

When my turn came, the employee started stuffing my Hello Kitty. She asked me who it was for and I said “for me.”

“Perfect, I love Hello Kitty,” she said.

“What are you going to name her?”

“Uh she already has a name,” I said answering her strange question.

“Oh you’re just going to name her Hello Kitty,” she said.

“That is already her name,” I said.

Then she asked me if this was my first time here and I said no. Then I said “But it’s the first time I am ever doing this, it’s always expensive.”

“Your first Build A bear?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

Then she asked me if I am from around here and I said “Yes unless you mean Covent Garden,” and I laughed so she would know I was joking.

“No I meant this area, London.”

“Yeah,” I said.

I watched her stuff my Hello Kitty and then she handed it to me asking if this is enough stuffing. I asked for a little more and she put more in and had me feel it again and I said that was good.

“Now what you do now is, you take a heart and make a wish and put it in here,” she said pointing to the seam where the stuffing went in.

“What heart?” I asked.

She glanced at the hearts in the thing on the machine. I took one out and I wasn’t sure what wish to make. I pretty much had everything I wanted. I do wish for a high chair and crib but that isn’t an option right now. I wish I had such high metabolism I wouldn’t have to worry about my weight. I wish I could afford to fly back to the states often to see my family instead of seeing them on Facebook. The rest of my family was over there and Dad, and I were the only ones here with his family. Mine are scattered all over in the states. Mom is in Wisconsin, Brian is in Chicago, Kelly is in Salt Lake City, and Matthew is in Indiana and I probably shouldn’t forget Mary-Jane but she isn’t blood related but she is adopted by Mom. I hardly know her and I doubt she remembers me. She is only four and I only saw her a few times and I hadn’t seen her since she was a baby. But at least I get to see my half-brother more often and I sometimes baby sit him.

I thought of a wish finally and it wasn’t about me. I put the heart in the Hello Kitty and she started to tie it. Then she reached into her pocket and took out a pair of scissors and cut off the extra string after she got done and handed it to me. “Thank you,” I said.

“You’re welcome, enjoy the bear-er Hello Kitty,” and she laughed.

I laughed with her and walked away.

I wonder why they call this Build A Bear Workshop if they have other stuffed animals instead of bears only, they will mind as well call it Build A Stuffed Animal Workshop.

I looked at the outfits and found a cute Hello Kitty dress I liked. It was also expensive but Daddy told me to not worry about money. I showed it to him and he said, “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I said.

“Do you want any accessories with it, shoes, glasses, collars, leashes, bracelets?”

I walked away looking at all the stuff and accessories. I looked at the shoes and socks, sun glasses, collars, head bands. I decided on some ruffle socks for my Hello Kitty. I grabbed a pear and looked at the bedding and beds. I looked at the other accessories. I found a Hello Kitty bag and it wasn’t expensive. The socks weren’t expensive either. I was matching everything. I also found a pair of Hello Kitty shoes.

“Having fun?” Daddy asked.

He saw the stuff I had in my arms. “You found all the Hello Kitty stuff to match your bag,” he said not even calling it a nappy bag.

“Are you getting all this?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Okay, I see you’re having fun,” then he said quietly. “Just like a little girl.”

I was already mesmerized by all the outfits I was seeing and the wardrobes to put the clothes in and the suitcases I saw for doll clothes. At least the outfits were cheaper than the stuffed animals. I felt like coming back every time I have money just to buy some new outfits and dress my Hello Kitty and collect shoes for her and socks and but her some furniture and her own car, a fake car they have for the stuffed animals.

I looked at the other kids and adults and I saw kids already had their stuffed animals dressed and ready to be paid for so I figured I could put the stuff on my Hello Kitty. I took the dress off the hanger and put it on my Hello Kitty and I put the socks and shoes on her too and the Hello Kitty bag.

I looked at the accessories and I spotted a Pawpad it was called. I picked it up and looked at it. It was like a magnet doodle and it had fake applications. It was actually a fake ipad. It wasn’t expensive either. I decided to get it. I didn’t see any other accessories I needed. I wonder how Daddy would react if I grabbed all the outfits I liked including one of the wardrobes and said I wanted them all and he did say I could get as much as I want. Did he really mean that or did he not know how much I would get?

“Anything else you like?” Daddy asked again.

“I like lot of stuff in here,” I said.

“Okay, what do you like?”

I picked up the wardrobe that was over twenty five pounds. I showed him the tag. Daddy didn’t like the price. “That is more than your bear,” he said.

“Hello Kitty,” I corrected. “And you did say as much as I want.” I looked at him and I imagined a scene from a movie and moved my eyebrows.

“Yes I did say that and I am sure you knew what I meant,” said Daddy.

“What did you mean?” I asked folding my arms and tapping my foot. “I was asking you how much I could get and you said as much as I wanted.”

“And I said we would worry about it later and now it’s time to worry about it later. Okay how many outfits here do you like, show me.”

I started grabbing each outfit randomly to see what Daddy says. I grabbed as much as I wanted and Daddy laughed and said, “Okay, I see, okay how about we get this Hello Kitty and what you got with it only?”

“Okay, sounds good,” I said.

I started to put the outfits back. After I was done we waited in line to pay for it. I looked at my Hello Kitty and felt the dress and the shoes and socks and smelled it.

“My little girl is already playing with her new toy,” Daddy said in my ear.

“I’m not playing with it, I am just feeling it,” I said.

“That’s playing with it my dear,” he said.

When our turn came, Daddy paid for my new toy he got me and stuff I got with it. The cashier put the Hello Kitty in the box that is shaped like a house and handed it to us and threw away the stuff the accessories came on. Daddy thanked her and she told us to have a nice day. Daddy put my coat back on me and I carried my Hello Kitty with me in her box. Daddy carried my diaper bag.

“Let’s get something to eat little girl, Daddy is starving.”

We left the store and I went right to The Disney Store that was next store to Build A Bear Workshop.

“Natalia, we’re going to eat now and then we’ll go in that store,” Daddy called after me.

“After this,” I cried and went inside.

I looked around at the clothes and toys and movies and CDs.

I realized my tummy was grumbling for food and I was also starving all of a sudden. I went from no hunger to starving like always. I was fascinated by the toys but I knew if I got one of them I would only play with it for a few minutes and never touch it again. I liked the clothes I saw but they were all expensive. At least they have some cheap stuff.

“Princess, let’s get something to eat and then we can come back,” Daddy said.

I shook my head.

I was feeling in little mood. I looked some more and then Daddy took my hand. “Let’s eat now,” he said.

“We can eat when we see food,” I said.

“You really are a little girl, you don’t want to leave to eat just like a baby,” said Daddy.

“I have always been this way,” I said.

“I know, that is what makes you a baby.”

Daddy pulled me out of the store without putting up a fight. He just pulled me when I tried to stop him. I grabbed onto shelves and Daddy kept grabbing my hand s off them. Then he said in my ear, “Do you need a spanking, I can do it right here.”

“No,” I said.

“Then come on little girl.”

I gave up and we left the store. I just pouted and Daddy laughed about it telling me I am so cute and I really am acting like a little girl and I am deep into it today. Then he said quieter, “but you are turning your daddy on too much, you don’t want him to walk around with an erection do you and have him get blue balls? I don’t want to have to take you into the family toilet to do something about it do I?”

We got something to eat and I let Daddy pick for me. He got me something I liked and we found a table and sat down and ate. I ate like a big girl because we were out in public. I finished eating and asked Daddy for my diaper bag so I could clean my hands. He opened my diaper bag for me and dug out the wipes and handed me one. I wiped my hands and then he wiped his too using the same wipe.

“I think everyone should carry wipes with them so they won’t have to wash their hands in the restroom us Americans call it,” I said.

I couldn’t say toilets or it would sound like I was saying they go in the restroom and wash their hands inside the toilet instead of in the sink. The thought of it made me laugh.

“What’s funny?” Daddy asked.

“If I said toilets instead of restrooms, I would have made it sound like I was saying people wash their hands inside the toilet instead of the sink,” I said.

“I wonder why you Americans call them that, you don’t rest in them, why not call it a wasteroom or washroom as Canadians call it?”

“I don’t know, I never made it up.”

Daddy was done with his food too and we returned our dirty plates and cups.

“Now I need to find the wasteroom so I can go pee,” Daddy told me.

“You can go when you see one,” I said.

“Honey, Daddy isn’t wearing a diaper you Americans call it.”

“I am half English,” I reminded him. “My real dad is an Englishman. If I had grown up here and moved over there, my guy over there would be saying “Honey, Daddy isn’t wearing a nappy you Brits call it” and then I would be reminding him I am half American because my mom is American.”

“I know honey,” said Daddy.

“But then I probably wouldn’t even be in nappies and have a daddy,” I said.

“You never know. You could have still ended up in them but for a different reason.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like maybe you would still get in a car accident or something else could have caused your incontinence or you turn into an adult baby.”

“How do you know?”

“Just guessing.”

Daddy had to pay some change to use the restrooms here. He went in the mens and I stayed outside and waited. I don’t know why some places here charge people to use the restroom. What if someone didn’t have change and they really had to go? Not good for me if I need to change and I don’t have any money. But I have crawled under the things people go through just to get in when I had to change and I have told a person who collects the change I needed to change my incontinent product or it will leak if I have another accident and he let me in without charge. It was embarrassing to tell him but it was worth it. I think it would be more embarrassing to walk around in wet pants and be uncomfortable in a flooded diaper.

Daddy came out when he was done and told me what a good girl I was for her daddy for staying put.

“Hey let’s take you to the London Transport Museum,” said Daddy.

“Why?” I asked.

“It’s your birthday.”

“I don’t want to look at any buses or trains,” I said. “Besides, I’ve already been there.”

“You like going to those places,” said Daddy.

He grabbed my hand but I pulled back saying “No I am not interested.”

I didn’t dislike the museum, I just wasn’t expecting it and I didn’t feel comfortable going there.

“I don’t feel like going there,” I said.

“Come on, you like it,” he said pulling me. “Little girls are fascinated by automobiles and how things work.”

“Well this little girl doesn’t want to go in,” I said.

I kept on pulling back and then I started to feel anxiety. Daddy pulled me towards the museum and I just sighed trying to stay calm and stay strong and just be flexible. But then Daddy said “Okay we won’t go, I don’t want you to stress out, I guess Build A Bear was too much for you.”

I felt better but the bad feeling was still there.

“You can go back to The Disney Store if you want,” said Daddy.

But instead I looked in The Apple Market. I didn’t even look in lot of the stores and then we went to Jubilee Market where they were selling arts and crafts. It reminded me of Saturday Market back in Portland, Oregon when I lived in Washington growing up. I looked at the booths and Daddy held my hand. I found a booth that sold cloth diapers for all sizes. They were handmaid and she also had adult sized ones too. I saw the Hello Kitty one. Too bad Daddy makes me wear disposables. He hates cloth so he keeps me in disposables and says he is the daddy so he gets to decide what diapers he wants to use. He doesn’t even mind the cost when I told him we would be saving money if we used cloth. So mine are all packed away and not used. I keep hoping Daddy will change his mind one day so I hang onto them so that way I save money so I wouldn’t have to go online and have to re buy them again.

Daddy let me look at the diapers and I fantasied wearing some of them. The lady running the booth started talking to me and she told me the adult ones were made for incontinence and she also had pads made for it too and showed me. They just snapped in the underwear and had a thick layer. It had waterproof layer at the bottom so the underwear and pants wouldn’t get wet. I could tell she was looking at my bottom and it didn’t bother me. I wondered if she knew I had one on. But she never asked me about my condition so I assume she didn’t know. I wondered if she looked at everyones bottom whenever they looked at the adult ones. I did mostly look at the adult ones.

“It’s four adult nappies for one hundred pounds,” said the lady.

“That’s the lot,” I said.

“These are all handmade,” she said. “The outside is waterproof layer so you don’t need to wear any plastic pants over it and on the inside I sewed in six layers and they are machine wash safe and you hang them to dry. They also close so they won’t stick to the other nappies,” she showed me the Velcro and they closed shut when not worn.

“I think it’s cool you’re catering to adults too,” I said.

“Yeah I am. Some adults need to wear them too, are you interested in buying any?”

“No,” I said.

“You save money when you buy more.”

I wonder if she really did know or was it a coincidence.

Daddy decided to make it obvious by saying to me, “You don’t need those, you wouldn’t want to be stuck washing your own and having to hang them up in our garden for our neighbors to see and then in the fall and winter, we would have to hang them up inside by the heater and our whole house will smell.”

“They are environmental friendly though,” the woman added. “They only smell if you don’t get all the soap out so you have to keep rinsing them until all the suds are gone.”

“Cloth is too much work so thanks,” said Daddy. “Besides, the National Health Service covers disposables for her.”

“Okay. If you know anyone who is looking for adult nappies, let them know about me,” she said.

Daddy and I the left the booth.

“What was that about?” I asked him.

“Natalia, she already knew, it was obvious by what she was saying and she was staring at your bottom and I think she wears them too.”

“Why do you think she does?” I asked.

“She had a huge bulge and it was a camel toe, she could be one of us.”

“Or incontinent,” I said.

“Besides, she didn’t care or judge you so you have nothing to be mad about.”

“If she knew, who else knows too?”

“No one, she only knew because she knew what to look for and no one else is paying attention. I can tell because I know what your bottom looks like. Everyone else will just think you have a big butt.”

I felt better about the whole thing and it wasn’t as embarrassing. The lady made no reaction to it so it wasn’t bad and I felt fine during it.

We continued looking at other booths. I saw some cute handmade infant clothes but too bad my son wasn’t a baby anymore and they were pricey anyway.

After we were done looking, I looked back in the Disney Store. I am not sure how long I was in there for because Daddy started asking me if I was done in there yet. It was starting to annoy me.

“You have other plans or something?” I asked.

“No,” he said.

“So why the rush?”

“I am just bored.”

“Bored? How can you be bored, this is fun looking in here.”

“I am not you, I don’t like Disney the way you do. Come on, let’s not spend the rest of our day in this store, I want to take you somewhere else I had in mind and it’s not another museum so don’t worry.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“You will see, come on little girl.”

I got curious and we left. We also left the market and left Covent Garden.

“Are you nervous?” Daddy asked me.

I thought. Was I nervous? I couldn’t stop thinking where he was taking me so maybe I am.

“Probably,” I said.

Daddy laughed. “Probably? You’re cute. Don’t worry, you will love it, little girls love it, you will see.”

We walked back to Leicester Square and we were passing by a HMV store. I ran inside and looked around but Daddy grabbed me.

“No I wanna look in here,” I said.

“No, I want to take you to a store, then you can look in whatever stores you want,” he said.

“What’s the store?” I asked.

“You will see.”

He had my hand and he took me out of the store. “Besides, you’re too young for that store.”

“No I’m not, I’m an adult.”

“No, you’re just a baby, my little girl and you’re not potty trained.”

“I’m incontinent,” I said.

“That’s why you’re not potty trained.”

We kept on walking and I had to stay with him. I am not allowed to go too far. I always hold his hand so I won’t go far. I was enjoying the exercise too. I would rather not drive in London, too many narrow streets and one ways and traffic and lack of parking and it’s expensive to drive on their roads because they charge you. Plus places charge you for parking even if they do have parking like the Westfield Mall. I would say living in America is much cheaper despite not having as good of public transportation. I think this city does all this charging because they want to keep cars off their roads and minimize the traffic. No wonder London is expensive.

We kept walking and soon we were on Regent Street and Daddy took me to Hamleys and told me to pick out a toy. I let the little girl out of me by jumping up and down and flapping my arms and squealing. Daddy laughed and told me how cute I am and I really did act like a little girl.

I looked around and I looked at the board games but I went to the video games section. I looked around there and then played the Wii U there.

“Looks like someone got into the video games,” said Daddy behind me. “You can pick out a few. Big babies play video games.”

I kept playing and then I looked at the video games. I looked at the Wii U games and the Nintendo 3DS games. They didn’t have very many Nintendo DS games or Wii games. Those games felt obsolete now.

I picked up all the games I liked. They were a few but I didn’t know how much was a few. I brought them to Daddy.

“We can’t get all those,” he said.

“You said a few,” I said.

“This is not a few, it’s a bunch.”

“Well it is a few compared to how many games they have here,” I said.

“Okay Princess, how about you pick two games?” said Daddy.

“Okay,” I said.

“Okay, pick which ones you want from the pile you have.”

I looked at the games I had picked and started to decide on what to get.

I selected Epic Mickey Power of Illusion, and Sonic Lost World. I put the rest back and handed the two to Daddy.

“Is this what you want Princess?” he asked looking at them.

I nodded.

“These are also your birthday presents here, that is why I brought you here because little girls love toys stores and you have picked out a toy you liked.”

We went to the checkout and Daddy paid for them and she put them in the bag and handed it to us. Daddy took it and we left.

We waked some more. Daddy held my hand again to keep me from going ahead of him.

Then he stopped walking and he took my diaper bag off him and put it around my shoulder again and continued walking.

When we passed another movie theater, I saw Frozen was playing.

“Oh look, they are playing Frozen,” I said.

I had heard a lot of rave about it online and it has gotten me curious about it, especially what has been said about the main character. I have not been into new Disney movies except for Pixar, I only like the old ones. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been interested in a new Disney movie.

Daddy stopped and looked at it and asked me if I wanted to see it. He said he isn’t going to make me see it if I don’t want to because he doesn’t want me to be all stressed about it.

“Wouldn’t we be late getting home?” I asked.

Dad smirked. “It’s your birthday and I never set a limit when we needed to be home by.”

“But you said five,” I said.

“Around five, that doesn’t mean we will be home at that time and she can always call us if she is worried. So far I have not gotten a phone call from her so I assume everything is going well at home and with your brother.”

He meant my son. Daddy just likes to pretend he is my brother.

“The movie won’t start for another half hour, do you want to go see it, you can play your new game before it starts,” said Daddy.

“Okay,” I said.

We went inside and Daddy bought us tickets and we waited in line for food. Daddy got us a drink and some popcorn and I got some candy. We gave the guy our tickets and he ripped them and told us what auditorium to go to. We went to it and found a seat and sat down.

I felt my diaper being wet. I couldn’t remember when I peed in it or when I last did. I liked the bulk between my legs and how much it expanded.

Daddy let me have some pop despite knowing what it does to me. He also let me have some popcorn and I ate my candy while waiting and I played Epic Mickey on my Nintendo 3DS. I found the game lot of fun and it reminded me of castle of Illusion because of how I kill the enemies and the background music in the castle. I could also kill enemies with my brush too by throwing paint at them. Whenever I picked up items, it made that same sound it made in Castle of Illusion when picking up items.

“Looks like someone is having fun,” said Daddy.

Soon the previews started and I put my game away. Movie theater etiquette. A guy sitting in front of us was looking at his cell phone and Daddy asked him if he was going to put that away and he said he will when the movie comes on and he doesn’t like to sit and watch previews. I was so glad Daddy said something about it because I was finding it distracting. No wonder some theaters don’t allow them and want them put away during the movie. They should also have on screen “Please put away any electronic devices with lit screens” so everyone will know it also includes game systems. I had to be informed it meant that too than just cell phones. Also why even pay lot of money to go see a movie if you are just going to goof around on your phone or even play your game?

Soon the movie came on and the man in front of us put his phone away. Daddy ate more popcorn than me and he put the rest down on the floor by him. He also drank up all the pop and I cried during the movie because it was so sad, Elsa had to be shut up in her room away from everyone until she learned to control her powers and then when she was grown up, she was seen as a monster because of her powers so she fled the palace and into the wilderness. I didn’t think the movie really had a villain until the end because Prince Hans, the guy Anna fell in love with, turned out to be the bad guy. I hid the fact I cried because I don’t like people seeing me cry during movies, I never did. I also pooped in my diaper during the movie while Daddy was going to the bathroom again and I was worried about him noticing and me smelling but I never saw anyone sniffing their noses or making any comments and Daddy never said anything when he got back. I decided would tell him after the movie because I didn’t want to miss any of it. I knew he would want to change me now if I told him I was messy. I just stayed in my poopy diaper and watched the rest of the movie.

When it ended, we got up and Daddy was carrying the leftover popcorn with us. Another load went in my diaper when I stood up and I felt it expand more. Daddy checked his phone when we were out in the lobby and saw Christina had called so he called her back.

“Hey Christina, I saw you called…we just got through seeing Frozen,” he said. “..Yeah we are on our way home now….how is Alex doing….good…okay….just go ahead and eat without us if the kids are that hungry….alright, bye.”

“How is he?” I asked.

“He is doing good, he got a little upset with Landon when he wouldn’t hand your Wii U over to him so Christina had to make him let him have a turn since he was getting too frustrated with your game.”

“He is still trying to get past that Control Center level huh,” I said.

For the past two months Landon and I had been working on GoldenEye007 the remake of the old one and we were both stuck on Control Center. I find that game so hard to control because of how they have the controls but Landon does better at it than me. He once broke my Wii remote from throwing the whole thing on the floor when he kept dying and I yelled at him about it and I was very upset and Daddy docked the pay from his allowance and made him replace it for me. I cried over it like he had killed my pet fish or something and I didn’t calm down right away after Daddy solved the issue.

We left the theater and I saw it was raining outside.

“Oh great, it’s raining,” I said. “I hate walking in it, why couldn’t it wait until we were underground?”

Daddy took out the umbrella and opened it and put it over our heads and we started walking. We went home using the underground again. This time no train broke down. I realized I had forgotten about my diaper because it felt very squishy and it was getting uncomfortable now after I peed more in it. I wasn’t even sure if any of it had come out of the diaper. I still didn’t say anything to Daddy because I didn’t want to have to get off the train just to look for a place to change me and I find that annoying. I just hoped we would make it home before I leaked. I did end up having a shitty day.

When we got to our station, we got off and went up to the streets and went to the bus stop to go home.

When the bus came, we got on and sat down. Daddy then sniffed his nose while we were moving and said in my ear “Did you doo doo in your nappy?”

“No,” I lied.

“You must have farted then, I will change you when we get home.”

I felt nervous. He wasn’t going to be happy when he sees I did poop myself. I will just say I didn’t realize I did it when I farted.

When our stop came, we got off and walked five blocks home.

We walked in through our front door when we got back. Landon was playing GoldenEye007 again and Alexis and Haley were playing on the living room floor still while Christina was sitting on the couch reading her ebook.

“Where’s Alex?” I asked.

“Upstairs in his room,” Christina replied. “I put the rest of the food away if you guys still want some. Oh Natalie, your father and your brother stopped by and they left you a card, it’s sitting on the fireplace right here.” She showed me and I saw it was in an envelope with my name on it. She was going to hand it to me but I told her I would open it later. I never cared for cards.

“There might be a gift card in it or some cash or a check,” she said.

“I can wait,” I said.

I was starving for cake. Daddy took his stuff off and hung it up and put his shoes away and went in the kitchen and took out the cake he had kept hidden. He set it on the kitchen table. I looked at it and saw it was a Hello Kitty birthday cake. It had a toy car with Hello Kitty in it and it had a road on it with flowers on the side and it said Happy Birthday Natalia at the bottom. It also had some of Hello Kitty’s friends on it too on the pathway of the car.

“Hey Nat, can you help me with this level?” Landon asked. “I keep dying and Natalya’s screams distract me. She never shuts up.”

He had the Wii gun in his hand and the Nunchuk in the other. I was back in the living room again while Alexis and Haley went in the kitchen with their mother.

Then he died again.

“No,” said Landon.

Then he dumped the Nunchuk and Wii gun with the Wii remote in it in my hands and said “Here, you try, I’ve been waiting for you.”

I heard Christina talking in the kitchen about my cake.

“No you have to wait, that is Natalie’s,” she told her kids. “You’re going to have to ask her, it’s her toy.”

“I don’t want to play right now,” I said handing them back to Landon.

“Awwwwwww,” said Landon.

“Landon, she just got back so she is tired and wants to rest and probably wants to be on her computer,” said Daddy.

“Maybe later okay,” I said to Landon.

Daddy then took my hand and said in my ear, “Time to get your butt changed.”

“We will be right back,” he said to everyone. “Make sure no one gets to the cake.”

“I will just put it on top of the fridge,” said Christina.

Daddy took me upstairs to our room. He took off my diaper bag and coat and put me on the changing pad. He got the supplies out of the diaper bag and put them aside and took off my shoes and undid my pants. He pulled them down.

“Boy you are wet. I am such a bad Daddy for not checking you. I hope you aren’t getting any rashes.”

He started touching my diaper and rubbing it and pressing it against my skin. “You’re such a good girl for going in your nappy.”

“I can’t help it,” I said at the stupid comment.

“I know because you’re not potty trained. You still go in your pants because you’re just a baby.”

“I’m incontinent.”

“I know, that is why it makes you a good girl, you wear them and you would be a bad girl if you didn’t and you got your trousers all wet,” said Daddy.

Then he started to take my diaper off and saw the mess I did.

“When did you do this?” he asked.

“Do what?” I played dumb.

“Princess, did you not know you did a big mess in your nappy? It’s all over your buttocks and labia, and a little bit of it got out on the outside on your nappy. Now be honest with your daddy, when did you do this?”

“I didn’t know I did it Daddy,” I said. “I thought I only farted.”

“Princess, Daddy isn’t buying it, you are a horrible liar and I can tell when you are lying. Now I will ask you one last time or we don’t do your cake and the kids will be so disappointed when they hear we will do it tomorrow. When did it happen?”

“I’m sorry Daddy, I was enjoying the movie and I didn’t want to miss it so I never told you and then I forgot about it,” I said. “I was going to tell you after the movie but I forgot. Then we were on the train when I realized but I didn’t want to get off and then have to wait for it again or go looking for a changing room. I just wanted to get home.”

I then felt very nervous. Daddy was now not going to be happy with me for not telling him I messed myself.

“That’s okay Princess, it was my fault. I should have checked you sooner and I neglected your needs. I was a bad daddy. You’re just a little girl and little girls don’t tell their mommies and daddies when they need changed so that is why they get their nappies checked.”

Daddy opened the wipes container and pulled out an adult sized wipe and started cleaning me up.

I was so glad Daddy wasn’t upset with me or disappointed. He never gets mad at me and it’s rare when he does.

“I’m so glad you’re not mad at me Daddy,” I said.

“I never get mad at my little girl,” he said. “I did tell you a while back I will take care of your nappies for you and you don’t have to worry about it anymore. You followed that rule and messed your nappy at the cinema and didn’t worry about it because it was my job to check it to make sure you are not messy and to make sure you aren’t too wet and I didn’t take you to the changing room or family facility after the film. Daddy was having so much fun, he forgot about your nappy and now yours is soaked and messy but good thing I put this one on. I knew we would have a fun time together neither of us would be thinking about your nappy. But just don’t lie to your Daddy about pooping in your nappy okay. That makes him very sad.”

Daddy wiped around my buttocks and labia and it must have taken him a good eight wipes. He took the used diaper away and rolled it up and set it on the floor. Then Daddy took out a Tena Slip Maxi. “This will hold you until bedtime,” he said.

He unfolded it and lifted my legs again and put it under me. Then I saw him undoing the front of his pants. “Daddy is very hard so he has to take care of it before he gets blue balls.”

He whipped out his penis and got close to me and went inside. I was surprised it went in quick and he didn’t even have to finger me to make it wet. He started to fuck me. I felt his penis going in and out and then he was calm and then he pulled his penis back out and zipped his pants back up and buttoned it.

“That was quick,” I said.

“I was already turned on seeing you in your wet and messy nappy and then wiping you down there and seeing the mess you did really turned me on so I had to take care of it. You were such a good girl for helping your daddy out. That makes me very happy.”

He opened up the ointment and put some on his finger and rubbed it all over me and then he wiped the rest off his finger on the diaper and pulled it up and taped it closed. “My baby, so cute in her nappy,” and he patted it.

“Good thing I didn’t have any accidents during my nappy change,” I said.

“Nope you didn’t. Now will you do your daddy a favor and throw your nappy away like a good girl while he washes his hands? That will make him so happy.”

“Okay,” I said.

Then he looked at my pants and put them on me again and zipped them and buttoned it.

Daddy went in the bathroom and I picked up my used diaper he had rolled up in a ball. I looked inside it and it was all saturated with pee and the middle and back was filled with BM and it was all soft and all over and past the leak guards. The pee had nowhere to go so it went to the front instead soaking it where a guy would pee. The whole diaper looked disgusting. I threw it away. Daddy came back out after I was done putting it in the pail.

“Uh you didn’t put the rest of this stuff away,” he said pointing to the pad and wipes and ointment.

“You never said to,” I said.

“My fault, I did say throw your nappy away. I should have been clearer with my baby girl. She always does exactly what we say. Little girls don’t read between the lines. Just go downstairs for your dinner and then we will have your cake. I will take care of the rest.”

I headed downstairs and Landon was still playing my game. I opened up the Build A Bear box and took out my Hello Kitty. “Look what I got at Build A Bear Workshop,” I said as I held her up in the air.

“It looks nice,” said Christina

“You did a good job,” said Alexis.

“My friends went there once and they each got a bear,” said Landon.

“It’s an American company and the first one opened in St. Louis in 1997,” I said. “It’s expensive though. We spent forty five pounds there.”

I also showed them the games I got.

“You didn’t get Super Luigi U,” said Landon.

“I could only get two,” I said.

I tossed Sonic Lost World into the bin with the other Wii and Wii U games.

I went in the kitchen and saw my cake was on top of the fridge where my cousin put it.

Daddy came downstairs and told me he wanted me to eat some dinner first.

“I’m not hungry, I only want cake,” I said.

“I will give you just a little bit, Daddy says you have to eat your dinner first before you get dessert,” he said it quietly in my face.

He took out a plate and took the food out of the fridge and put some on my plate and heated it up in the microwave. Then he set it on the table for me while I was watching Landon trying to beat the level but all the guys kept shooting at him and Natalya kept yelling, “James, they’re gaining up on me” and saying how hard it is for her to do it with all the noise. The screen was going red and then he died again.

Landon cursed.

“Hey, there are little kids here, watch your language,” said Christina.

“Landon, if you are going to start swearing at the TV, turn the game off,” said Daddy.

Landon tried the level again while Daddy made me eat my dinner. He made himself a plate too. I didn’t realize I was hungry until I really started eating.

“You were hungry,” said Daddy. “There is more if you want more.”

I got done with eating and put my plate in the sink. I reached above the fridge and got down the cake and set it on the counter. I looked at the cake.

Landan was still playing my game. Then he died again. “Nooooo,” he cried. “Darn you game, why did you make this so hard to beat?”

“You should try playing the original,” I said. “No characters talk and it’s just words on screen and the level is a lot easier too. But Natalya just gets in your way of your shooting on other levels so you have to be very careful. I don’t know how many times I have accidentally killed her. Ever seen the movie too?”

“No,” he said. “I have never seen any of the old James Bond movies. I am going to try this level one last time, are you sure you don’t want to help me?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” I said.

“I think I would concentrate better if she wouldn’t yell so much.”

“Turn the volume down,” I said.

“Then I wouldn’t be able to hear anything.”

“Why do you need to hear the game?”

“So I can hear where the bad guys are when they shoot at me.”

I couldn’t believe he called GoldenEye an old movie. It was made before his time so of course it would be old. It still felt new to me because it was made ten years after I was born and it just reminds me how old I am getting.

Daddy got done eating and he put his plate in the sink.

“It’s cake time,” I shouted.

Haley and Alexis ran in the kitchen. Daddy moved the cake to the table and took the top off.

“Natalia, go upstairs and get your son,” Daddy told me.

I left the kitchen and headed upstairs. Alex was playing in his room.

“Alex, it’s time for cake,” I said as I opened his door after I knocked lightly.

He didn’t respond or look at me but I knew he heard me. I walked over to him and sat down next to him. “Do you want to go downstairs and have cake? You love cake,” I said.

He kept playing with his toys. I stood up and said “We will be singing happy birthday and then have cake so you can come down anytime you want, we’ll save you a piece.”

I went downstairs to the kitchen. Landon had the game on pause and he was in the kitchen waiting.

I saw the two numbers, a two and a nine, were already on my cake and small plates and forks had been set on the table.

“Is he coming down, Natalia?” Daddy asked.

“I don’t know, I told him we were having cake and we would save him a piece.”

“So we’re going to start without him?” Christina asked.

“Yes,” I said. “I am not going to drag him down here and deal with his meltdown and I want my cake.”

Daddy and Christina laughed. I didn’t know what was so funny but whatever. I always make people laugh unintentionally. I don’t know if it’s because I was funny or did something wrong or if I said something wrong. No one will tell me. I get “Oh we’re not laughing at you” and “you’re so cute” and “for being you” and my dad will say “You were just being Natalie” and sometimes he will call me cute or funny and say I sometimes remind him of my mother and my Daddy will tell me it was the way I said it and “your attitude” and say “just how you think.” I don’t know why I make people laugh. I also find it better if I laugh at myself if I do anything stupid when the other person is laughing about it.

Daddy got a lighter and lit the two candles on my cake and we sang Happy Birthday and I blew out the candles.

“Did you make a wish, what did you wish for?” Christina asked.

“Nothing,” I said.

“You didn’t make a wish?” she asked.

“I didn’t want to,” I said.

“Making wishes are so boring, I mean what is the point?” said Landon. “They never come true. I could wish for a live My Little Pony and that won’t happen.”

“Yeah you tell her,” I said.

I never made birthday wishes as a small child until I was older. I always blew out my candles after the song would end. In fact I always found that game stupid, why make a wish if they never come true. This isn’t a fairy tale. Now I know it’s supposed to be a fun thing but I didn’t have anything to wish for except for a million pounds. Then I would be rich and could afford to travel easily. Besides I already made a wish today. I wished for my kid to be high functioning so he could live a normal life when he grows up, get married, have kids, have a job, and be successful.

I reached to grab the candles the cake when Daddy grabbed my hand.

“Did you wash your hands yet?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“Do it before you touch anything on this table.”

“Why?”

“You just touched a dirty nappy, wash them.”

Everyone in this house knows I wear them so it wasn’t embarrassing when he said it.

“Gross, you touched your incontinent product and now you were going to touch food with your hands, ew,” said Landon.

“I was only going to touch the candles,” I said.

“Just wash your hands,” said Landon.

“Yes please, Natalie,” said Christina. “Set a good example for my children.”

I went to the sink and washed my hands.

“Use soap,” said Daddy.

“You married a weird woman, Dad,” said Landon.

“Normal is boring,” said Daddy. “She’s far more interesting than your mother. Isn’t your mum boring compared to her?”

“I hate being in the middle,” said Landon. “I always hear things about you from her and I hear things about her from you.”

“I am not putting you in the middle, I don’t ask you what she says about me nor do I tell you to say things to her,” said Daddy.

I finished washing my hands. I wiped them off and I noticed Alex had walked in the living room and he was coming to the kitchen.

“Hey, Alex came down,” said Alexis.

“Let’s go potty first,” I said taking my son’s hand.

I took him into the bathroom. I pulled down his pants and pull up and sat him on the toilet. I felt his pull up to see if it was dry and it was damp. I just pulled it back up on him after he was done and pulled his pants up too. I would change it later. I had him flush the toilet and then I brought him to the kitchen.

“Did he wash his hands?” Daddy asked.

“No,” I said.

“He better wash them.”

“He didn’t even touch himself down there or even wipe,” I said.

“Did he go to the bathroom?”

“Yes,” I said.

“You both better wash them,” said Daddy.

“I just washed mine,” I said.

“Did you wash them again after taking your son to the loo?”

“No.”

“Wash them again and have your son wash his too.”

“Come on Alex, let’s wash your hands before you have cake,” I said taking his hand again.

I took him to the sink and we both washed our hands.

“Is it really an autistic thing to have disgusting habits or is it just a coincidence?” Landon asked. “I can’t believe you have to tell her to wash her hands.”

I realized he meant me, not my son. “Hey,” I snapped.

“Landon,” said Daddy.

“Well it’s true, isn’t Asperger’s a form of autism?” Landon asked.

“Yes it is,” said Daddy. “Some people on it don’t like to be referred as that when they are very high functioning and we don’t call her that. We call it Natalie syndrome.”

“There is an aspie at my school and he always picks his nose and eats his boogers and sniffs back and swallows his snot instead of using a tissue,” said Landon. “He will also touch his penis in front of everyone and rub it. It’s so sick. Plus I don’t think he showers because he always smells like BO. At least Nat showers and cleans herself but she stays in the same nappy. He is very annoying and only talks about robots and psychics. At least Nat talks about anything and I can actually have a conversation with her and she actually cares about people and thinks of others. At least she isn’t annoying, just only sometimes.”

I do all those things except I don’t grab my crotch (except for when I am alone) and I do wear deodorant and I don’t smell like BO and I shower and wear clean clothes. I never connected it to any condition. I always thought it was a personality thing.

Daddy told me “good girl” in my ear after I got through washing my hands and Alex too. I dried our hands and the candles were taken off the cake and put on a small plate.

“Can I have that toy Natalie please?” Alexis asked pointing to the car.

I took the toy off the cake and handed it to her. “There you go, I don’t know what to do with it anyway,” I said.

“Aw that was so nice of her to give you her toy,” said Daddy to Alexis.

“I don’t know what I am going to do with it,” I said. “All it is is a display. I never knew what to do with cake toppings as a kid so they were always sitting in my room or in the toy chest or pretending they were toys for my Barbie dolls.”

“So you did know what you could do with it,” said Daddy.

Christina took the rest of the toys off the cake and I said her girls could have them.

Haley grabbed one of the toys and licked the frosting off and Christina started cutting my cake.

Then Haley stuck the toy on my cake again.

“Haley, no,” said Christina. “That is yucky, you just had that in your mouth.”

“At least we have the rest of the cake,” I said.

Haley was licking the frosting off her toy again.

“I will just give her this piece,” said Christina and she cut that part off and put it on a plate for Haley.

Then Alex stuck his hand in my cake and grabbed a chunk of it to eat.

“Alex,” said Daddy.

“Oh Free Willy,” I said and I took a piece of cake with my hand and started to eat it like him.

“What’s Free Willy, is that an American idiom or what?” Landon asked.

“No it’s an old movie,” I said speaking his language. “Before your time and it’s older than GoldenEye. The boy in the movie stole a cake from the van and he and his friends took it to a skate park and ate it using their hands like Alex just did.”

“That name is hilarious,” he said laughing.

“Why?” I asked.

“Free Willy, willy, how do you free it?”

“They took him to the bay and had him go free and live out in the ocean again,” I said.

“No, willy, you know what a willy is? It’s here,” he pointed to his crotch.

“Landon, that is enough,” said Daddy.

“Not appropriate with little kids here,” said Christina.

Christina cut up enough pieces and I cut my own piece I wanted and ate it after I washed my hands again. Daddy washed Alex’s hands when he got done with his piece and cut him up another one.

“Natalie, let’s see the card now your dad got you,” said Christina.

I went in the living room and picked it up and opened it. I pulled the card out and read it and opened it and saw a check was written out to me for fifty pounds. I read the card and put it back.

“What does it say?” Daddy asked. “Read it.”

I picked it up again and read it and put it back. I took the check upstairs with me with my new Nintendo 3DS game and Hello Kitty. I stuck the check in my wallet and got on my computer again.

Soon Daddy came up and he told me he had another present for me. He reached under his bed and pulled out a big present. It looked like it was a box of clothes.

“That looks like clothes,” I said.

“Open it and see,” he said handing it to me.

The present was wrapped in baby wrapping paper and it was all pink and so was the pink ribbon that was on it. I ripped the ribbon off and ripped open the present and saw he used one of our clothing boxes. I opened it and saw it was an adult baby outfit. It was a onesie with baby Peach on it and it had pink around the sleeves and leg holes and neck and the snaps at the bottom were all pink and the whole entire onese had pink and white stripes the pants were all pink with snaps down the middle and it had pink and white stripes at the bottom of the pants.

“I had them custom made,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said.

“It’s time for your bath now,” said Daddy. “Our day isn’t over yet.”

He took my hand and brought me into the bathroom. He turned the water on in the tub and started to undress me. He pulled my pants down first and had me step out of them and he took my sweater and shirt and took my bra off and socks. He felt the water and closed the drain. He took off my slightly used diaper and tossed it on the floor and had me step in the tub. I sat down. I started to splash around.

“No splashing little girl,” said Daddy.

He took out the bubble bath bottle and poured some in and closed the top.

“Bubbles,” I said and started to splash around again.

“No splashing little girl,” he said. “You will get water all over.”

“Sowwy Daddy,” I said.

Then he threw in some bath toys including bath crayons and bath coloring book.

Then he turned the water off when the tub was full.

“I will let you play for a few minutes,” he said.

He left the bathroom. I colored in my book and drew on the tub. I just did scribbles. I also blew some bubbles from my hands. Daddy checked up on me sometimes and told me I was being a good girl. Then he started to wash me. He washed around my body and my buttocks and labia and then he started to wash my hair. He grabbed a pitcher and poured water over my head. He used fresh water of course from the faucet because I pee in the bath water and we didn’t want any pee in my hair or any bath bubbles. Then he put shampoo in my hair, baby shampoo, and scrubbed it and washed it out. Then he let me shave and I let the water out when I was done. I called for Daddy but I had to call him by his name or else the kids and my cousin would hear.

Daddy came in the bathroom and saw the water leaving the tub. “You’re done?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I said.

Daddy grabbed a towel and got me out of the tub and dried me off. He had me sit on his lap as he dried me off using the huge pink hooded towel. Then he dried off my hair. Then he took me into our bedroom again and he had the stuff ready for me. He laid me back on the changing mat and he unfolded a clean Fabine and put it under me. He rubbed ointment all over me and poured baby powder on my bottom and put the diaper on me. Then he went to my closet and pulled out one of my sleepers and put it on me. He zipped it up and told me I could stay up late if I wanted to and he will take care of Alex. Then he brushed my hair and I got on the computer again. I got on youtube and I noticed Landon out in the hallway when Daddy opened our bedroom door. He came in our bedroom. He didn’t say anything about the stuff on his dad’s bed. I sometimes wonder if he knows his dad changes me. I never asked and never will. He didn’t say anything about my sleeper either. He asked what I was doing and I said I was going on youtube. Then I said, “Do you want to see the old Control Center level on the original GoldenEye game?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said.

I typed in “goldeneye n64” and pressed enter. I scrolled down and I saw “Real Life Goldeneye 64” title.

“What’s that?” Landon asked pointing to my screen at the title.

“It’s a video someone made making fun of the old game,” I said. “They made it the way pretending someone is playing the game and they use live action people and one of them plays Natalya and she keeps getting in the way and dying from being shot.”

“Let’s see it.”

I clicked on it. We watched it and Landon said “This is boring and why is she acting like a retard? You don’t mind that word do you?”

“No,” I said. “It doesn’t bother me.”

“Good. Why does she act that way?”

“That was how she acted in the game,” I said.

“She talks like a robot and walks like one. Hey why is she stuck at that door there?”

“Sometimes the graphics would mess up in the old game,” I said. “So sometimes characters got stuck behind doors and walls.”

Then she died again when another bad guy shot at James. The player kept on saying why and started shooting at the dead Natalya and then he shot at himself and died.

“Is that how the game really was?” Landon asked.

“Yes but it didn’t let you shoot at yourself. I played it all the time in high school and middle school. Then I grew out of it when I was seventeen. I would spend hours playing it like I do with my computer now. A lot of people did. It was a popular game for years when the Nintendo 64 was still being made.”

“Now let’s see the original,” said Landon.

I clicked the back button and looked for the level. I had to narrow the search by typing in “Control center goldeneye n64.” I clicked on one of the videos and we both watched it.

“Those graphics are terrible,” said Landon.

I laughed. “Back then they were good graphics, you’re just used to the new ones.”

“At least the gun is easy to reload.”

“Doesn’t it look like she has a diaper on?” I asked.

“No not really.”

“It does for me.”

“She isn’t even touching the keyboard and she is still typing,” said Landon.

We kept on watching the video and soon we were at the part where Natalya has to disable the satellite and James has to shoot all the bad guys that keep on coming.

“What the heck?” said Landon after we both read Natalya telling James if he could be a bit quieter because she couldn’t hear herself think. “How is he supposed to keep it down?”

“That’s what makes her stupid,” I said. “She was voted as one of the most annoying video game characters on Cracked dot com. If James is licensed to kill, she is licensed to die.”

“At least she keeps her mouth shut during the whole thing,” said Landon. “Gee she isn’t even touching the computer and she is still typing. Man the graphics do suck.”

“I think this game is a lot easier to play than the new one,” I said. “I am used to old school controllers.”

When the video ended, we looked at other videos.

“Would you ever want to play the old GoldenEye some time?” I asked.

“No thanks,” he said.

I couldn’t even go to my normal forums, not with my step son here. I just stuck with youtube and Facebook. I don’t have any AB/DL content on my Facebook. I keep that part of my life private.

“Hey what is this?” Landon asked walking over to my bed. I saw him picking up my new outfit Daddy got me.

“Oh that, it was a present from your father,” I said.

“It’s a weird outfit, it looks like something a one year old would wear.”

“The shirt is to keep my nappy from showing and sagging and the pants are to make it easier for me to change so I wouldn’t have to take them off and I love Nintendo.”

That was no lie technically. All that is true about the onesie and pants.

“It’s a weird incontinent outfit,” said Landon.

This wasn’t the first time my AB items have been found. Christina has discovered them and asked me about it and she tried it once with me and tried on one of my diapers and I made her use it but she decided it wasn’t her thing afterwards. Haley and Alexis have found my items but didn’t really understand what they saw. They just assumed they belonged to Alex and my Dad has found my stuff and didn’t say much about it and Alex has seen my stuff. I keep it locked away in our chest but I forget to put my stuff away and I have forgotten to take off my pacifier or AB clothes. Everyone in this house knows about my AB diapers and I say plain ones get boring and women get cute knickers and get pictures and flowers on them, why can’t there be any nappies out there like that? Christina thought they were cute and I don’t hide it from anyone. They are out in my room in the open just like the Tenas.

“Where did he get it?” Landin asked.

“I don’t know, ask him,” I said.

I didn’t know what else to tell him so I figured leave it up to Daddy to figure it out himself.

I got done with the computer and closed my laptop and said, “I am going to try my new game out.”

I left my bedroom and I was about to head down the stairs when I decided to head back to my bedroom quietly. I caught Landon picking up my computer and I charged right in saying “Hey, hands off” and grabbed it from him.

“I was just going to use it to look on the internet,” he said.

“Not on mine,” I said. “Use your Dad’s or my cousin’s or use your tablet.”

I took it out of the room with me.

“The way you guard it and won’t let any of us on it makes me think you are hiding something mysterious," said Landon.

“No, I just don’t want anything messed up on it.”

That was just an excuse. I didn’t want any AB content discovered and my lifestyle with my Daddy and then everyone finds out my husband is my daddy and I am his little girl.

I took it downstairs and left it on the coffee table. I opened Sonic Lost World and turned the TV on and put the disc in the Wii U and played it. I figured I better start putting a password on my computer to keep my step son off because he could try and sneak going on it again when I am not home or not around and that means I better not leave it unattended with him here. It would be nice if I could put an alarm on it so if anyone else touches it but me, the alarm sounds throughout the whole house.

I played through Windy Hill Zone. After I got done with that world, I turned it off and the TV and got back on my computer. Everyone was upstairs by then and I was down here alone. I stayed up past my bed time on my computer browsing AB/DL forums and listening to music on youtube. I wonder what I was going to spend my fifty pounds on. Would I spend it on another video game or on Build A Bear outfits?



This is my day and the end of my story about my adult life. If I told you how I ended up in England and why my parents are not living together and how I ended up with a half-brother and adopted sister, and how my husband and I met and how my cousin ended up living with us, I would be writing an autobiography. Maybe another time I will write something else about my adult life. Later.





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