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Author: ESPF
Timestamp: May 7, 2021 at 11:24 AM
Content: And as before constructive criticism is not just welcome...
Bobbi & Jenny
An ABDL, ANR & TG fantasy fiction by Penny Ann French
Chapter one
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Jenny,
Hi. Welcome to our world. This is a vary secret world. And that's how mommy and me like it. So please don't out anyone you might meet in here. Ok? Lots of ABDLs ant ready to come out.
Mommy Bobbi and me have been together almost five years now, ever since I turned 18. And Bobbi started being my mommy. And I started being her AdultBaby girl.
Mommy Bobbi, keeps me diapered all the time now now. And yes I really go number two in my diaper now.
She has real milk in her boobs for me too. So, mostly, I only drink my bobba at night when we're sleeping. I always have my bear and a babba, and my passy at bedtime. And mommy and me sleep in our big crib together every night.
And bestest of all you can watch us live now. Now that you're a member.
(From Jenny's interdiction on the homepage Jenny & Bobbi's AB/DL&ANR World webpage.)
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Bobbi,
Hello. I'm Bobbi. I'm Jenny's mommy slash wife. Welcome to our exclusive and privet website. (We HAVE, NEVER nor WILL WE EVER, sell, give out, or trade your information. We completely understand if you are not yet ready to be out. AND we expect that you will also respect the privacy of others on this sight.)
Now. All that leagle ship having been said. A bit about Jenny and myself.
Jenny and I have known eachother since we met at our high school's "Gay Straight Alliance", and became "high school sweethearts"
When I turned eighteen I moved out of my mother's place and started building this place for Jenny and myself.
I also began living full-time as "My authentic self" at that time. (I'm still "pre-operative" M2F but the local, state and federal governments all recognise me as female now.)
Nine months later, as soon as she'd turned eighteen, Jenny moved in here, and became my full-time adult-baby girl.
We've been legally married now for, going on five years.
Jenny only vary rarely breaks to become her "adult self" now. (Mostly for trips into town. But even then she wears a diaper and plastic panties under her "adult" street clothes. And I always carry Jenny's diaper bag with us.)
Jenny says, and I've no reason to doubt her, that she's now completely incontinent. That she both pees and poops without thinking about it.
(From Bobbi's interdiction on the homepage of Jenny & Bobbi's AB/DL&ANR World webpage.)
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Jenny,
Don't ask me to explain it, because I don't have a clue why I am this way. I just am... And I always have been... Well as far back as I can remember I have been.
I mean, even back when my brother Alix first came home from the hospital. It wasn't just that I was jealous of him getting so much attention... I was jealous of all of his stuff too. Of his getting to wear diapers. And not just his diapers. Mommy was a bit of an "environmentalist" even back then, and only rarely put Alix in disposables. Mostly he wore cloth diapers... and plastic pants. And even when he did wear a disposables mommy still put the plastic panties over them. And he had so many. White ones, blue ones, a couple pairs had teddy bears on them. And these weren't just the plastic backed nylon ones either. These were the real translucent, vynal film ones. Some even had the Gurber label in the back. And others snaped open for changing... Just like his onesies. And I was so jealous... Of all of it. His diapers, and footie sleepers, his crib and he changing table. He got all the really good stuff... Mom never scolded Alix when he pees or pooped in his diaper... And I was the one running to get to the bathroom.
Eventually I started snagging Alix's diapers and experimenting. His plastic pants were to small at first, but I found that if I put two of his snap opens together... Thay worked just fine. And as my brother got bigger, some of his Toddler size panties did fit me. And I was in heaven. I could pee in them. Once I even tried pooping in one of Alix's Pampers. But I was so frightened of getting caught that I took them off as soon as I did it. And yet. When I'd take them off I'd end up totally depressed.
But... Those plastic pants... To me those were the final step. Once they were over the diaper, all was good again.
To this day I have no idea where it comes from, or how it got started. But it's real, even today, every time I see a baby in a crib, I am jealous of her crib...and her diapers... And her bottle... And I want to be a real baby again. I want to be Bobbi's real baby. But you can't stop time.
When I was... 12... Ish? I started to grow boobs. It was devastating. Babies aren't supposed to have boobs. Mommies have boobs. And all the boys in class were starting to pay the sort of attention to me that I didn't want! Well not from boys anyway. On the other hand though, I quickly realised I was interested in girls ,"that way".
I didn't want a boyfriend. But the other girls in class? God. That would be so great... To have a mommy.
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Robbi,
I have no idea why I'm the way I am. I just... am. "I am what I am, and that's all that I am." I don't think anyone that's born in the wrong body can tell you how or why it happens.
You know what it's like? It's like every time someone used to call me "Robert", or "He" or "him". There was this part of me, deep down, in my heart, thar cringed, and wanted to just crawl away and die... In fact knowing what I know now? I'm not surprised that, almost half of the trans-community ends up so depressed that they attempt suicide before they get through high school. It's a total disaster for kids like me when puberty sets in. Our bodies are going the wrong way! And we just have to sit there and take it. And watch as half your classmates are having the puberty we should be having. They're the ones growing boobs, and wearing bras to class, and getting that "hours glass figure" as there hips are spreading. And we are going to grow a scraggly half-ass beard.
I'm thinking I was... Maybe 14? When I found the Facebook rooms for transgender kids. And suddenly, I wasn't alone. I had a source of information about transition,
And I learned about Gay Straight Alliance too! Turns out there are lots of kids at school that are gay, or lesbian, or transgender, and we have a support group at school. I attended my first GSA group the Monday. Three weeks after my fourteenth birthday. A week latter one of the rate other trans-girls at group turned me on to a "friend". Looking back now, I really don't think anyone that's not transgender will ever understand what a bottle of those yellow pills can mean to someone like me. It really is the difference between living you're own life, and trying to be what everyone else wants us to be.
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Jenny,
I think I was twelve still, when mom Alix, and I had to drive three hours to Chicago for Uncle Jeff's funeral.
To this day I'm not certain if it was really as bad an idea as some of the adults at the funeral dinner that night made it out to be, sneaking beer with a couple of my cousins. Because about halfway home that night... on the Indiana toll road... I still say it was that beer.
It was wonderful! The pee was so warm down the back of my new skirt. And it was such a relief for my bladder.
Mom on the other hand was... Pissed. (Pun intended.,) when she realised what I'd run. She threatened to make me pay to have the car professionally derailed... And if I ever did it again she put me in one of Alix's diapers. (Insert big grin and lightbulb here!)
Three days latter, laying in bed, I was finally able to put my "plan" into action. It's amazing how hard it is to pee the bed that first time.
The next morning I just tossed the pee stained sheets in the hamper for mom to find, and we made my bed up cleen.
Mom was furious when she finally found them. She even accused me of deliberately wetting the bed. Which in truth I had. I just wasn't about to tell her that.
But she didn't say anything about Alix's diapers that time.
So that night, I did it again.
Three days latter, mom took me to the doctor. The doctor had blood drawn and had me pee in a cup. Then she maid a couple appointments for me to see some other doctors. Fortunately, even beck then I had the God-given-sence to keep my big mouth shut.
Finally the doctor told mom to "Put a plastic sheet on her bed and get some Attends".
Mom so layed into that woman with all sorts of words that good girls don't repeat. Why should she have to pay to be told THAT? She could have figured that out on her own! And she wasn't going to be buying any GD disposables! They are terrible for the environment!"
On the way home mom stopped at a medical supply place in town.
That night, after my shower, mom was waiting for me in my room, with an adult size prefold diaper, pins, powder, location, and a brand new pair of plastic pants in my size all layed out on the bed. I'd wine! In the one way I knew I had to keep from grinning like some fool kid waiting in line to see Santa. And yet in another way it wasn't THAT hard, because I really was embarrassed by my mom to be seeing me like this. Mom made me lay on the bed on top of the diaper while she applied the location and powder. I could feel the heat in my cheeks from the embarrassment. But as mom pulled the diaper up between my legs and pinned it over on, all I kept thinking about was how soft and thick it was. And how I couldn't wait to pee in it.
As I looked down over my stomach and my first diaper I watched mom shake open the new plastic panties and hold them out to me.
"Here. Put these on." Was all she said as I accepted the final element of my new outfit.
I remember how I couldn't stop shaking as I stepped in and pulled those panties up into place over the diaper. But it wasn't from fear. It was pure excitement.
As mom turned out the light, she kissed me. Before closing the door after herself. I climbed into bed. Listening to the crinkling russtling of the plastic sheet.
And I have never looked back. By the end of that first week I had a dozen thick gotten diapers, and six pairs of plastic panties.
I eventually started ordering from Amazon and even got a couple packs of really thick disposables from NorthShore. Because by that time I was starting to secretly wear them to school.
By the time Alix was old enough to start potty training I had even more diapers and plastic panties than him.
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Robbi,
When your fourteen and taking both Spironolactone and Premarin, the results can be... Well dramatic.
On the Saturday morning of my fourth week on HRT, I will up to find my mother sitting at the kitchen table on her laptop.
"Robert. It's time we talk about something... Please sit down." Was all she said as I walked in, and pointed at the chair beside her.
"Oooo shit. Hear it comes. This is going to be a total closter-fuck." Was all I was thinking. As I sat down beside her. But mom didn't say anything. Instead she just started quietly at my chest, as she turned her laptop around so I coul see the screen. Mom was in a PFLAG chat. (Short for Parents, Families, and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. Try saying that three times real fast... Yeah. PFLAG is better.)
The conversation in that chatroom has told with posts about HRT and kids who transiting....
"Don't you think you should have ask me first?" She ask. Still staring at my chest.
"Why? You'd have just said no." I answered.
"Maybe... Probably... At first. But I'd still have liked to think you trusted me enough to... "
"Why? Are you going to be the one living my life for me?" I interpreted, starting to get mad. "Why should anyone else have the right to tell me what makes me happy?"
"Sit down!" Mom shaped back. "I'm not just anyone else. I'm your mom for Christ's sakes... where are the pills?"
"It's not going to matter. I'll just get more."
"Oh for God's sake... Robert. I already know that. I'm not stupid you know. I went through that shit with your granddad when I first started smoking! He'd take my smokes... And I'd get more. It's not rocket science. I need to see what you're taking and how much, so I can check with some people to be certain you're not overdosing on the shit, that's all."
"Wow." I thought. "Mom's actually going to be cool about it." So I told her what I was using.
"That's about what the doctor was saying.," Mom nodded.
After a few seconds of dead silence, I final got up and walked to the cupboard for a bow,l spoon and some cereal and milk.
"You know that baggy shirt isn't working." Mom final said as I sat back down. "You're going to need a bra... And I suppose you'll need to transfer schools, so the kids don't beat the shit out of you... Slice a banana on that, and eat up. We're going shopping as soon as your dun."
I just sat there with my jaw on the table. Mom was really being cool about it. I'd expected her to through a total fit.