Living The Little Life (TBDL)

Chapter 1 :: How it Began

:: Troye ::

It was a cloudy day, and all I could think about was school. It was the first day back at Barnard High in London, and I was more scared than ever before. Even though I would return to school as a junior, it was my first year with a big secret... I would be wearing pull-ups.

:: flashback ::

I wake up, wrapped in my blue blanket. I feel asleep to a movie, and the end credits continued to roll. I yawn, looking down at my bare chest and teddy bear. It may seem childish, but since there was no one around, my bear always calmed me down.

I start to turn, and feel a weird feeling between my legs. It was unusually warm, and felt... Wet? I slowly lift the sheets and move my blanket and bear. Sure enough, my tight white briefs were soaked and clinging to my skin. The bed was covered in urine, and smelt a little funny.

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, and couldn't stop as they rolled down my cheeks. Luckily it was late into the afternoon on a summer Wednesday, so my parents were both away at work. None the less, I still felt embarrassed.

I got up, shaking as I cry out my tears, walking out into the hall. I go into the bathroom, trying to find something. Since my mother babysits my little cousins, Charlotte and Valerie, a lot, we keep a pack of pull-ups in our house for when they come.

When I cannot find them, I slowly make my way over to my parents room. When I open the door, I see an unmade bed and lots of laundry baskets full of clothes. I tiptoe over to her wardrobe, opening the drawers and the doors. I finally find them in a box labeled 'babysitting', and pull ten pull-ups out of the pack of fifty.

The pulls-ups were covered with bears and flowers, and were bright pink. But I did not care. I fixed the wardrobe, and headed back to my room. I closed the door, sitting on the edge of the bed. Carefully, I pulled down my wet briefs and threw them aside. I pulled the pull-up to my knees, afraid they would break.

They were very small, and I was certain they would not hold or fit me well. But I managed to pull it over my bum and cock. I smiled, the plushness hugging my body. I looked at myself in the mirror, and did a little turn. You could easily see my crack and a bit of pubic hair above the short diaper, but I enjoyed the feeling too much to take it off.

I grabbed my bear, and held it close to my chest. I popped my thumb into my mouth too, sucking it slowly. My whole body calmed instantly, making me feel perfectly peaceful.

I set down to bear, moving to my bed with my thumb still in my mouth. I managed to take all my blankets, sheets and briefs to the washer to clean them without removing my thumb. It was great not having to hide anything.

After this, I put some sweat pants on, knowing I was hooked on pull-ups.

:: end of flashback ::

Ever since this day, I mostly wear pull-ups everywhere. Since I can drive, I pick up packs from the local good will for cheap. Since most of the workers know me there, I buy the girly pull-ups and claim they are for my cousins. It works just perfectly for my addiction.

The only problem is the size of the pull-ups. Since they are a bit small, I cannot seem to sit down and use them or they leak. Even when I sleep, I must wear two to keep them from leaking.

But I make it work, and mostly stand up to use them. My parents and friends do not know about my secret, and I really don't want them to. That's a lot of embarrassment for me to take, especially since I was very venerable right now.

Ever since I started to act little again, I've been craving affection and love even more than usual. I wanted someone to love me, someone who shares my love of diapers or understands it. I want them to love me.

So as I change into a fresh diaper and some jeans for the day, I think about the perfect person to fit the bill. Will they be a girl, or a boy? Maybe they are wear diapers, or are a person who enjoys age play...

I sigh, walking out of my room in a pair of jeans and a hoodie. I do my hair, quiffing it above my forehead. I looked pretty hot, my shirt showing of my flat chest. I wasn't very muscular, pretty skinny, but didn't mind. I was the perfect height of 5"9, and liked who I was.

I walk into the hall, grabbing my backpack and keys before heading to the kitchen. I smile at my mom as I walk into the kitchen, opening the fridge and grabbing a yogurt.

"Hello honey," my mother said, smiling at me.

"Hey mom.. How are you?" I asked, opening the yogurt and grabbing a spoon.

"Good, have lots to do at work today," she informed me. I nodded, not surprised, and quickly finished my yogurt. I grabbed my stuff and headed for the door.

"Have a good first day darling," she shouted after me. I nodded, sending a smile before heading off on my first day.

Hope you all enjoyed that first chapter! I'm so excited to get to write a real story, and would appreciate votes and comments! I love hearing from all of you!