DPF Diaper Parties

This is the first in a series about my experience with an older Daddy when I was in college.  Daddy John introduced me to the world of adult babies and diaper lovers.  I hope you enjoy.    

    At the party I was put in a big makeshift playpen in the middle of the room with two other adult babies.  Both were baby boys while I was dressed as a sissy baby girl; both my preference and the preference of Daddy John, the Daddy who brought me to the party.  The playpen was made of a plastic gate about three feet high and took up most of one of the rooms in the host's home.  There were probably about twenty-five people at the partly, mostly male with the exception of three females.  

    I was at my first "DPF" party.  DPF stood for Diaper Pail Friends, a club that had been formed sometime in the 1980's.  More than a year before the party I had answered an ad in a weekly alternative newspaper in the big city where I was going to school.  The ad was put in by a "Daddy" looking to meet a younger man who enjoyed wearing diapers. 

    As sat in my baby outfit, in an oversized. puffy cloth diaper covered in pink plastic panties, pink ankle socks while sucking on a pacifier and playing with a little doll while Daddy chatted with friends I thought about I had gotten myself into this.

    Was it a fantasy come true, the biggest mistake of my life or something in between.  As I looked at the two baby boys in the playpen with me, Daddy came from behind and took the pacifier out of my mouth and handed me a bottle of apple juice.  I held it in my mouth and began to suckle on the bottle's nipple.  I was a happy sissy baby girl.

To be continued.

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