Every DL has this exact same nightmare scenario… The teenage years were truly epic.
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Awwww, hehe, she looks very...distressed. Fortunatly I didn't get caught growing up. However, my parents did discover some of my diaper things when they came over to my apartment to help clean up when I had surgery and couldn't leave the bed. They never said anything, just rolled them up and put them in one of my dresser drawers. X3
She fell for that? It's more likely that she just wanted to believe it because she didn't want to consider the more logical alternative.
I didn't have too many issues with diaper wearing while I was growing up, because I rarely made the attempt. Once I tried to fasten a bedsheet around myself with a safety pin. My mother opened the door to my bedroom and I sat on the open pin while struggling to hide the evidence. Embarrassing AND painful!
For what it's worth, you were a cute teenager if this drawing is any indication.
I didn't have too many issues with diaper wearing while I was growing up, because I rarely made the attempt. Once I tried to fasten a bedsheet around myself with a safety pin. My mother opened the door to my bedroom and I sat on the open pin while struggling to hide the evidence. Embarrassing AND painful!
For what it's worth, you were a cute teenager if this drawing is any indication.
Well, I was dabbling pretty heavily into high voltage electronics by that time, and WAS trying a wide variety of materials (plastics, glass, etc.) in building large high voltage capacitors. It was a pretty plausible scenario, considering I had been caught cutting up the plastic table cloth for dielectric just a few days before! Thin tablecloth vinyl didn't work very well though- it caught fire! I was ALWAYS blowing something up when I was that age…
You should have told her you were trying to make a Toga!
And I'm STILL cute! (not really)
You should have told her you were trying to make a Toga!
And I'm STILL cute! (not really)
That's the same look my mother had on her face when she found out I slept with this wolf plushie I bought at the Smithsonian museum on a trip to DC. I always thought my mom was openminded for the most part but when that happened she went on and on asking if I was gay (She a really big hypocrite: Says she accepting of gays but is horrified by the chance her son is and that being bisexuals digusting. Also it's against "God's" divine design of our "world")
Also adding that adults especially men do not do this (saying only girls can get always with being childish on occasions). Anyways I've never been caught wearing but I had a numerous amount of close calls thanks to how troublesome making a decent makeshift can be where she would arrive home earlier from work or somewhere.
Anyways quite cute and yeah you do get good at the art of lying because it's the only way to keep this hidden.
Also adding that adults especially men do not do this (saying only girls can get always with being childish on occasions). Anyways I've never been caught wearing but I had a numerous amount of close calls thanks to how troublesome making a decent makeshift can be where she would arrive home earlier from work or somewhere.
Anyways quite cute and yeah you do get good at the art of lying because it's the only way to keep this hidden.
Wow. When you said "sleeping with", I thought you were talking about something else entirely! :)
Well, I guess after raising 7 kids, when Mum and Dad had seen just about everything from broken limbs to partial dismemberments and stabbings, having their youngest get caught wearing diapers… Well, it just wasn't very high on the "danger radar". She never said a thing about the 150 or so stuffed Koalas and kangaroos I had all over the room- especially the bed!
Better than being addicted to heroin, I guess…
Well, I guess after raising 7 kids, when Mum and Dad had seen just about everything from broken limbs to partial dismemberments and stabbings, having their youngest get caught wearing diapers… Well, it just wasn't very high on the "danger radar". She never said a thing about the 150 or so stuffed Koalas and kangaroos I had all over the room- especially the bed!
Better than being addicted to heroin, I guess…
They were (are) lightweight plastic pants used to cover up a cloth diaper, or disposables, to help keep them from wetting through to the outer clothes. They were originally made of rubber, but nowadays, they are made of thin vinyl, or Nylon, coated with waterproofing.
Yeah, I started wearing them when I was like 8. They were nowhere near as good looking as little Ober's though. Kid's glasses were so fucking UGLY back then. I hated them with a passion, but I needed them to see any further than a few inches away from me. I was more like a mole than an otter!
Mine would "snoop" in the course of her regular restocking of my sock drawers and whatnot, but I hid all my diaper stuff deep inside my bed. It was a neat little fort under there- there was more than enough space to comfortably dress away from prying eyes, and it muffled any crinkling sounds, too…
Ditto. Had a cousin who had to wear for bedwetting. Deep down I was really jealous almost considered trying to purposely wet the bed. However after seeing how my grandmother (me and mother lived with her until I was 15) would negatively act towards the whole matter I pretty much killed the idea off.
I've almost been walked in on soooooo many times! ^^; Although my stash had been discovered several times in the past, plus some online art and friends. >-> It did not go well, couldn't even use Internet for 6 months... Plus loudmouth siblings didn't help either. >~<
Aw well, nobody suspects a thing now. XD
Nice story so far yah! o.o
Aw well, nobody suspects a thing now. XD
Nice story so far yah! o.o
I guess you could say I'm an electrical engineer, but my day job is a bit more complicated than that. I'm more or an artist than an engineer, even though what I am doing requires a pretty rare and diverse knowledge base. I spend time in materials, fabrication, industrial design, and electrical engineering as well as ergodynamic design.
I am the resident master of the black art of Grounding, as well. Which, in my business, is something akin to being a Witch Doctor with a spectrum analyzer.
Basically, I make everything work the way the designer wants it to, because no one else can.
I am the resident master of the black art of Grounding, as well. Which, in my business, is something akin to being a Witch Doctor with a spectrum analyzer.
Basically, I make everything work the way the designer wants it to, because no one else can.
I don't deal so much with the math, I deal with the practicalities. Device interactions, stray fields, etc. The kind of things the simple simulations have too much trouble with, or are incapable of addressing at all. The kind of things chip designers deal with, but have lots of powerful simulation software to predict. After all, you can't exactly go in an move a nearly monomolecular quantum wire 3 layers deep buried inside a .015uM chip, now, can you?
omg its like watching my life :p "diapers?! what?! they must be from the baby box in the closet next to of the washer.." i have to say dood i love this story... its by far one of the best things ive ever seen here on fa. ive been fallowing it religiously! *high fives* your doin an awesome job!
Aye! Again, been here!
Almost around EVERY TIME I used to be in the red cloth diaper, exclusively in the towels I used, almost at times my Mom would just waltz in and clearly see me in some silly position in coverance of being near it, IN it, or in the process of taking it off. Being the "Anti-cloth diaper" guard she may be still is, she may have gaven up into getting me the Depends brand instead.
But yeah, I sometimes ALWAYS get caught in occassions... If I did so when I partly had the door open. And no, I never adapted into saying that it was for any project. She knew what it REALLY was for, but that tidbit is our little... secret from Earthly (not Internet-ly) everybody else. The Depends is another story.
Almost around EVERY TIME I used to be in the red cloth diaper, exclusively in the towels I used, almost at times my Mom would just waltz in and clearly see me in some silly position in coverance of being near it, IN it, or in the process of taking it off. Being the "Anti-cloth diaper" guard she may be still is, she may have gaven up into getting me the Depends brand instead.
But yeah, I sometimes ALWAYS get caught in occassions... If I did so when I partly had the door open. And no, I never adapted into saying that it was for any project. She knew what it REALLY was for, but that tidbit is our little... secret from Earthly (not Internet-ly) everybody else. The Depends is another story.
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