DPF Diaper Party - Part 2
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As I sucked on the baby bottle filled with apple juice I looked around the room at the crowd of people who had gathered for the diaper party. Daddy had finally succeeded in accompanying him to the party as his sissy baby girl or as he liked to call me: his "padded princess." What seemed most odd to me at the party were quite a few men who were there simply in diapers, not in any other kind of baby outfits or acting as if they were little boys. Daddy explained this to me ahead of time. "Not everyone there falls into either a Daddy-Mommy or baby role. Some just enjoy being in diapers." This group seemed to make up the largest single type of people at the party. I think the next largest groups were the babies and Daddies which seemed equally split. There was one Mommy there with her husband who was a baby, but not in the playpen with me, and another woman there who wore diapers and was with h...