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Last night I had a great dream. I dreamt that there was a place in town where you could go for diaper play. It was like a massage parlor, because you could show up, play for an hour in a small, plain, private room, pay like $75, and leave. I remember I was set up with a girl I didn't know and who wasn't really that attractive, but she had an appointment for me anyway. But the best part of the dream was I saw people I knew there. I saw this girl Lyana I'm not close friends with but whom I've known forever. She's not that cute either but she's nice and I was in the waiting room as she was coming out and she saw me. She was in plain clothes, said hi, and said "great place, huh?". I just nodded because I was dumbfounded that this place existed in the first place. I remember looking around and the waiting room was full of...normal looking people. A man in a suit reading a newspaper, a teen texting on her phone, a mother reading a magazine, a 20-something listening to his headphones. No one seemed embarrassed to be there, nor did they seem twitchy or nervous. Everyone was just normal, treated it like it was a normal activity, and made no fuss about it. It was...awesome. It was just what I would want in real life. A simple, no-fuss place where I could be myself for an hour and then leave and get on with my day. The people who worked there were non-judgmental, and didn't really seem to care one way or the other. They weren't exactly active players in the scene, but someone like me would just be happy to wear a diaper in front of another person and not be judged for it. I guess it's a little bit of voyeurism that I'm looking for more than anything. Anyway, it's funny how a good dream can put you in a good mood for the rest of the day. If only everyone else knew what I was smiling about all afternoon, ha ha. Well, thats all folks. Stay diapered.
-Six
-Six
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