LuLu’s Massage *Despite what you think this is a 100% true story* I had one heck of an assignment from Granny Minnie the other day. Since I’ve been left by myself, Granny has been taking care of me, and she is sure to have whoever is in her care play by her rules. Not only must I be diapered, but Granny had me order cute white rhumba panties to wear over my diapers. This in itself would not be so bad, but Granny had something more in mind for her amusement and my humiliation. With all the stresses from work, Granny Minnie thought I deserved a well deserved break. So, this past weekend I scheduled a massage for myself. When I made the appointment I made sure to give the name LuLu. I wasn’t sure if there was a bad connection, but in any case the girl on the other end didn’t seem to find that strange. The time for my appointment approached and I dressed accordingly as Granny Minnie had instructed: short white shorts covering my diaper and rhumba panties. I had to park a few blocks away since the parking lot was so small and waddle my way there. As I walked in I was greeted in a friendly manner and shown into the room. The woman, an Asian lady in her mid or late 40s, instructed me to lie down and cover myself with a small white towel which was laying across the table. She then half closed the door and walked out. My heart was pounding in my chest as I realized that now was the moment of truth…once I disrobed and put my diapered butt under the towel, there would be no turning back. I took off my shirt and short white shorts and swung my ruffled, rhumbad, diapered butt onto the table. At first I was lying face up, and thought that might be a little awkward way to start a massage, so I flipped myself over and adjusted the towel. Another Asian lady in her mid or late 40s came in a few moments later, gave me a polite greeting and put a lamp shade over the light to dim it a bit. I figured that being up front about my diapered condition would be best so as not to freak the poor woman out when she made the discovery later. I leaned up on my side and said in as matter-of-fact a tone as I could manage, “I just want you to know, my Granny has been taking care of me lately and she insists that I wear diapers.” The woman was slightly taken aback probably not thinking she’d heard me right and repeated, “Diaper?” “Yeah…” I tried to stammer out. “You’re wearing a diaper?” “Umm, yes” I replied, burning in the shame in having to admit that I, a seemingly normal 25-year-old guy was indeed reduced to wearing diapers. “Why you wear diapers?” She asked. “Well it’s just sort of her […]
