It is so hard being a sissy baby sometimes. Daddy just keeps on me all the time. I know Daddy loves me and is just trying to make me the best sissy baby in the world like he always calls me.

"Sweetheart did you put your soaking diapers in the wash yet? 'Yes I did Daddy.'" I was waddling as fast as I could because I knew that my plastic panties were still not hung on the clothes line yet and Daddy would expect me to have them hung up. It is always hard for me to make the move to go outside and hang them up with such thick diapers on. Sometimes I wish Daddy would let me cover them more. Well I "think" that is what I wish, but I really would not want it any other way.

I know in my mind that people at work would have no idea that I am wearing diapers and that I am Daddy's baby girl at home. It is just the thought that they may find out. Daddy said they most likely will not ask about my diapers even if they did notice. Many people wear diapers for various medical reasons. They don't have to know that I wear them because I am Daddy's baby. As long as my mind wanders it is easier for me to forget that anyone looking into our back yard will see me in a pink romper wearing thick diapers.

I am excited that company is coming over tonight. I just hope my panties are dry and put away long before then. Daddy's family don't know that I am a baby although they do know I am a sissy.

"Baby come and help Daddy get supper ready. My Sister and her Husband are coming. We have quite a group to cook for. My Daughter Tabitha is bringing both of my Grandkids along too." Daddy has a big family that is way cool! They all get along well. Daddy let me help make the garlic bread to go with the spaghetti. We always have fun doing stuff together. "Baby when we get done here I will change your diapers and pick you out some clothes to wear. Come over here and let Daddy check your diapers."

I know this means that Daddy wants me to bend over at the waist a bit and spread my legs a little. He popped the snaps on the crotch of my romper and lifted it up so that he could peek into the back to see if there was a mess. Then he stuck his finger between my leg and diaper to see how wet I was. he didn't say anything to me. He just refastened the snaps on my romper and washed his hands. He patted my butt and told me to go check my plastic panties on the clothes line. I started to say something about going out and he plopped my binky in my mouth and told me to get a move on as we were running out of time.

"Daddy my plastic panties are put in the nursery. 'Are they "put" in the nursery or folded and put away in the drawer they go in?' I just put them on the changing table and I will put them away later Daddy. 'No, you will fold them and put them away now or you will fold them and put them away with a freshly spanked and diapered butt.'" See what I mean? It is hard being a sissy baby all the time.

"Get a few of your baby toys out for the kids to play with when they get here, after you put your panties away." Daddy has real baby toys for me to play with when I am being like a real baby instead of like an adult sissy baby. He sometimes likes to just watch me being a baby while he is doing Daddy stuff like watching football or stuff like that. I also get to play with them in my crib at night and even when other adult sissy babies come over with their Mommies and Daddies. I always wonder if his family wonders why we have baby toys with no real children here. I asked Daddy and he said not worry about it.

Everything was ready and the house was "sanitized" for vanilla company. To all the world right now we looked like 2 gay men enjoying dinner with family.

All the world would have been surprised a while ago when Daddy undressed me, took my wet diaper off and helped me take a bath. I always like to take extra long bathes and showers. We were in a hurry this afternoon so Daddy stayed with me and helped me wash my long hair and shave what little hair I had that laser treatments haven't removed yet.

Daddy took me to my nursery and after drying me, had me lay down on the changing table. He grabbed one of my thickest cloth diapers I have. I was mortified that I would be unable to hide these. I was hoping he would put one of my cloth-like pull-ups on me that I had decorated with cute baby stamps. I said, "Daddy I thought you would use a pull-up since we are having company. 'No sweetheart you know those are only for work and then if only you have been a good girl for Daddy.' But Daddy that is the thickest diaper I own. There is no way I can hide that diaper from them. 'Okay then, what does Daddy get from his baby girl if he lets her wear a thinner diaper?'" I was shaking because I knew there would be a lot of family there as well as a couple real babies. I really wanted to cry but knew I had to come up with something since Daddy would not settle for no answer.

"Baby you can make this as easy or as difficult as you want. You knew going into this that were times when you would have to make decisions that no real baby would have to make. This is one of those times. I am good either way. If anyone ask me about your diapers I will just tell them to talk to you. It is will be all you left to explain why you are wearing diapers so thick they can't help but be asked about. You said you liked humiliation and this is some of what you like. 'But Daddy this is too much.' Okay then, decide what you will do for Daddy if I pick different diapers for you. Just know that the pull-ups are off the table. And if you get smart with Daddy it can get much worse for you. Daddy does not want to hurt his baby girl, but sometimes Daddies have to be firm.

A stroke of genius! Maybe I could outsmart Daddy at his own game. I am a successful stockbroker and I am super smart. Daddy is pretty smart too but not in the same way. He isn't as book smart as me.

"Okay Daddy I will pose for pictures making love to your meat while I am dressed as a sissy baby and let you put the pictures online. 'Let me put the pictures online?' Well you know what I mean Daddy. 'Okay baby I will work with you.'"

Daddy put the thick diaper back in the drawer. He then grabbed one of my Aww So Cute baby girl diapers. My face went white in a hurry. While these diapers were not as thick, they were very crinkly. I started to protest again but Daddy wasn't having any of that. He put a diaper doubler inside and powdered me all over. He raised my legs up to my chest and told me to keep them there. He put a small plug in me after playing with my sissy pussy for a minute. My sissy stick was so hard that it hurt. Daddy pushed my sissy stick against my tummy and pulled the diaper up and fastened it. Daddy told me to put my legs down and to sit up. He then put one of my white onsies on me. He pulled it down and snapped the crotch. Daddy got out a white pair of short-alls that I had not seen before. He had me hop up and then told me to step into them. Looking down I could see they had big snaps in the crotch also. I was getting more nervous by the second. Daddy was really dressing me like a baby with his family coming over! I was so scared I could not utter a word. What did Daddy think he was doing?

Daddy then put no-show pink socks on me with my white Keds. Every move I made sounded like a blast of baby to me because of the crinkly diapers. Daddy said it just seemed like that because it was so quite in the house. It would not be near as quite when everyone got here. Daddy told me to put the finishing touches on everything while he finished up dinner.

I had been wearing diapers for a long time by now and was used to the feel and sound of them. For some reason everything felt like it was amplified 100 times today. Then Daddy had put my pacifier in my breast pocket in case I got out of line or mouthy. No one could see it, but it felt like it stuck out from my chest to me. It seemed like Daddy always had the upper hand.

I made sure the toys were out and the nursery was locked in case somebody accidently walked in there looking for the restroom or something. Daddy and I had a secret word so that could let him know if my diaper needed changed or I had to make a doo doo. I was glad to have found that the short-all had a little flap over the snaps so you could not see the snaps or my diapers unless I was sitting cross legged on the floor or something. You really had to be looking to see it. I still looked very juvenile even though I was really 36. I also look kina girly, but Daddy always liked that.

I knew Daddy's family loved me. I had seen them many times. It does seem that as time goes on the clothes Daddy dressed me in are getting more and more childish and girly when we seen them. I do know that Daddy loves both myself and his family and would not do anything to harm either one of us. I still get that nervous feeling in my baby belly every time my sissy baby life moves forward. Like an insecurity that has never been abused before, but still lies in the depths of my innermost self. Daddy calls that "Keeping it real".

Part of the reason I am with Daddy and we get along so well is that I trust him to be the Daddy that loves and protects his sissy baby girl from her own reckless behavior as well as from the outside world. I never dreamed in a million years that life could be this good. I had always felt like some kind of pervert or secret sissy until Daddy helped me embrace my sissy baby self and enjoy life as the baby I love to be while still being able to function in an adult world.

Knock. Knock. Knock. "Get the door Stacey," Daddy told me from the kitchen. I was already headed that way when I heard the knocking. I opened the door and was rushed at and grabbed around the legs by an over excited and almost 3 year old toddler in the cutest dress in the world. I stepped a half a step back and lost my balance. I ended up on the floor with a little girl crawling on me telling me how much she missed me over and over.

Her Mother, Mike's Daughter Tabitha had a baby boy in her arms and was telling Jasmine to get off of Stacey and let him get up. By this time I was playing with Jasmine and I could hear my Daddy coming up behind me. Everyone walked around me when Daddy said, "Tabitha let the kids play." Of course everyone assumed Daddy was just kidding around, but his words were not lost on me. Tabitha turned around with the baby and said, "Jasmine ask Stacey if he will take you to go potty since you are wearing big girl panties now." Then it hit me! I was sitting on the floor the whole time playing with Jasmine and my legs were spread while everyone came in. I was mortified not knowing if anyone had seen my snaps or even my diapers. I closed my legs and got up. I took Jasmine to the bathroom to go potty knowing that this place was off limits for me to ever use as a toilet. Here she was not even 3 yet and she was wearing big girl panties. Real big girl panties and not even baby girl pull-ups like I wear to work. I got Jasmine situated with my toys I had out and let her play with her baby brother in the living room.

I made the rounds and greeted everyone as well as checked to see if I could get anyone anything to drink or anything else. Daddy's Sister Kim is a wonderful person. I love her so much. She has accepted me as I am from the first time we met. Although she is only a couple years older than me I think of her kind of as a Aunt. Her and Daddy always kid around with me when they are together. I guess looking back Daddy always kids around with me like that. It is never hurtful though and we always laugh together. Kim's Husband is a big black guy that has known Daddy for many years and he is just as wonderful as everyone else in the family.

I am feeling more comfortable now thinking that no one seen the snaps in my shorts or my diapers. I don't think they would say anything mean, but still.

We were getting ready to sit down to eat. Tabitha got the kids from the living room and put the baby in the highchair they had brought along. She then put Jasmine in a booster seat at the table. Daddy had the table set for the adults and a place setting for a toddler. Jasmine was sat in front of the place for the toddler with juice in a sippy cup and a Disney Princess place setting that had matching silverware for a toddler. Jasmine said she wanted big girl stuff since she was wearing big girl panties now. Tabitha said she could use what she had. Daddy told his Daughter if his Grand Daughter was wearing big girls panties now then she deserved to use an adult place setting. I said I would get up and get her one. Daddy said, "Stacey just give her yours and you can switch with her. There is no sense dragging more dishes out. You use those when no one looking anyway." Daddy said this in way that sounded like he was kidding around. Tabitha said, " Dad Stacey don't need to that. Jasmine will be fine with what she has." I knew what was up and stepped in right away. I said, "Jasmine deserves the big girl place setting. I don't mind at all. Everyone knows pink is my favorite color and the Princess place setting is very pink." In an effort to turn things around on the toddler I jokingly said, "I don't want Jasmine to use my pretty pink plate and stuff anyway." Jasmine just looked at me thinking in her 3 year old way and said, "That's girls stuff and you should be a little girl. So there!" Here I was seeming to lose a bout with a not quite 3 year old while I was wearing diapers and she was in big girl panties. Jasmine said, "Here take your baby cup too. I haven't even drank out of it." I took the cup and gave her my unused glass. It was over. I had lost. Tabitha looked at her Dad and said, "I love it when the kids can work these things out among themselves." Daddy said, "Yes, Jasmine is becoming so mature so fast and Stacey is....Well being Stacey." Everyone chuckled and we had dinner.

After dinner everyone migrated towards the living room. Jasmine and Kylan, (Daddy's 1 year old Grandson) were playing on the floor. Kim's husband was sitting in a recliner as was Daddy. Us girls, (well I was Daddy's girl anyway), were sitting on the couch. Jasmine looked up at me while she was playing and was looking right at my crotch level. Tabitha had went to get Kylan's pacifier out of her purse and was returning. As Tabitha put the binky in Kylan's mouth and she was turning towards the couch to sit back down, Jasmine picked that moment to say, "Look! Stacey has the same kinda shorts Kylan has with his diapers." Tabitha looked down as I was trying to close my legs and I knew in that moment that she had at least seen the snaps. My legs never fully closed because of the now wet diapers that were expanding as they got wetter. My face turned bright red as everyone looked my way. Daddy chuckled and nobody said anything. Jasmine would not let it go. She said to me, "Is that why you have a baby cup too?" Tabitha was giggling and told Jasmine that big girls did not pick on younger girls. This made everyone laugh, myself included.I went to get up and go in the kitchen just to let the attention die down. As I was trying to get up from the couch Tabitha pushed me by putting her hand on my butt and helping me. She pulled her hand back and told me that I may want to talk to her Dad in the kitchen. I know she felt the diaper when she pushed me. As Daddy was getting out of his chair Tabitha said, "You two are a strange couple."

I went in the kitchen and told Daddy what had happened. He said it was ok and Tabitha knew about his love of diapers since her Mom had told her in an effort to get Tabitha not to talk to him when she was younger. Daddy said Tabitha was a grown woman and could care less. She was just poking fun at me because she liked to see me blush. I kept stuttering a little bit and Daddy told me to settle down before he made me go ask Tabitha to borrow some baby wipes because he was out of them. Daddy kept patting my diapered bottom telling me to be a good girl.

Daddy walked me to the bathroom off the kitchen and followed me in. He said he could really hear my diapers now that they were wet. He unsnapped my crotch and stuck a finger into my diapers to see how wet I was. Daddy said my diapers were wet, but would hold much more and I could wait to be changed. Then Daddy reached into the medicine cabinet and told me to bend over a bit. He reached along my leg into my diaper and pulled out my plug. He sat the plug in the sink and then pushed a suppository up in my bottom. I squealed a little and asked Daddy why he did that. He said it was so I would not have a dirty diaper overnight. "But Daddy everyone is still here and they will know." Daddy said, "That is ok baby it will take a while to work and they will probably head home before then." I was still feeling panic because humiliation was rushing over me already and now this. I swear sometimes Daddy just does not understand how hard this is for me.