I had a positive attitude walking down the stairs today. It was a sunny day, and I could hear birds singing outside while sitting on the Sycamore tree. If the stars had aligned for me on this day, I would have seen a package at the door. I had told Mom and Dad about this package and to be on the lookout for it. I told them that it was a grooming kit sample I had gotten for free and that they shouldn't touch it. Dad was happy about me turning into a man, while Mom was sad about loosing her little boy.
Gonna be honest here, not even sure if birds like to sit on Sycamore trees. It's just that Dream A Little Dream Of Me has been stuck in my head for a while now.
The truth is, I don't even need a grooming kit and neither of the things my parents said are true. I'm not turning into a man and Mom's not loosing her little boy. In fact, it's the exact opposite of that, I'm turning into a little boy. Because there were no razors, no shaving cream, no combs, no scissors, and nothing that a boy turning into a man would need inside that package. It was filled with items for a boy turning into a baby. Diapers I had been longing for where in that package. My parents would kill me if they found out.
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Journal Of A Diaper-less Diaper Lover
Non-FictionThis story will be a diary of my actual life as a diaper-less diaper lover with a mix of fantasy, basically describing what I would do if I were a diaper lover. True information will be in italics.
