Change Baby Girls is a blog written by a group of young transgirls (male to female transsexuals) with paraphilic infantilism. It's simply a blog where we will share our experiences and give our thoughts on things that interest or concern us. Idealistically we'd like to clear up any misunderstandings people have about us, but we're just here to share our thoughts and people only change how they think if they want to. We welcome comments, but please don't be abusive or sleazy. Cuddles for all!

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Missy's Journal 25

Y_Y I'm starting to neglect my blog as much as everyone else is. I suppose I never get a chance to post and when I do, I'm usually depressive, and that's NOT the time to be writing journals. Especially I've complained about most of it before. I want people to see the happy side of me too...

Last week I genuinely had an accident. I was busting to go to the toilet and I managed to get into my house and close the door, but by then I had reached my limit and I totally wet myself. And I mean 'puddle on the floor' wet myself. I might live alone, but that doesn't mean it wasn't humiliating and icky. And it's mean that my shoe still smells like pee, even though I washed it T_T...

On another subject, I've also become more scared easily. I was walking to the petrol station to get junk food with my friend, but then some guy came up to us and asked us for cigarettes. We said we didn't have any, but then he violently pushed my friend. She punched back and got in a fight and I was standing there panicking. And it wasn't like she was losing (she does mixed martial arts, and he was a teenager) but his friend came and helped him. I moved closer because I was worried and thought I'd have to get involved and then suddenly a car pulled into park brushing by my side and undercover police came out and stun gunned the guy right in front of me. But of course I didn't realise that at first and I was panicking, especially since the car had drove into my side all of a sudden. And I was just really shaken up. It's not like police make me feel anymore confident either, they scare me too.
I mean, once I was wearing a nappy as a went to the petrol station for junk food (Obviously I go to the petrol station for junk food quite a lot) and then randomly police grabbed me and frisked me (embarassing obviously) and questioned me because I must of matched the description of some burglar or suspicious person. And so I was sitting in the back of a paddywagon panicking. And I never felt comfortable around police in the first place, that situation just made me feel worse about them. But that's probably just like now. I've always been nervous of people at night, but now I'm starting to panick when I see people at night. I'm scared. And being trans make it all the more worse, because I can just imagine a transphobic attack on me in the future T_T.

Ohhh... I want to have a life already. I still need to get a job. And I still don't pass. I can see that I'm pretty, but it doesn't really matter if I don't pass does it... Some people say I do, but if no strangers treat me like a girl, then that really proves my fears doesn't it. I'm so stupid for not doing anything to help myself out. I'm just a weak, helpless little bitch. I mean I still try to spend each day trying to get on with it, but I'm not very good at it. I always wait for an opportunity to come to me because I can't go after anything myself. I'm worried about getting a job. Not so much about working, but the process of getting there. I'm an unpassable transgirl, and not all that exceptionally skilled. People aren't going to want to employ me unless they're desperate. And I need to get interview clothes (I need to get clothes period. I've refused to get clothes for years because I want to transition already and I want to cross the threshold already where I'm dressing the way I want to. Not wearing girly enough clothes is part of the reason I don't pass (but mostly facial hair shadows and cuts, which is what's stopping me from fully dressing) But I've said all this crap before... I do wish I had readers but what can you do Y_Y At least I got a diary...

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Missy's Journal 24

Oh... I've neglected you a bit haven't I blog... I guess I finally got addicted to Facebook and got lost amongst it...

Speaking of being lost... I've been falling apart quite a lot recently... I've been crying far too much and breaking down in front of my family. I've also not gone to TAFE this week.
I guess I just don't know what I'm gonna do in my life now... I'm failing TAFE 'cause I'm too depressed to get homework assignments done and it's stressing me out. I considered part time TAFE next semester but maybe I might just work for a bit without going to TAFE. I mean I don't really feel like dealing with it. Of course I still have to try and pass all I can now... But I don't even feel like I can do that.

And I don't know... I don't have any conviction for living here. I don't have passion in what I'm doing. I'd be happy to be a library technician, but that requires me to get through TAFE first. But there isn't any career I have a passion for. And that's my problem. I can enjoy life, but if I'm not supporting myself, I'm just a burden. And I wouldn't want that... And I don't even know how I could achieve that in any satisfactory way regardless...

I suppose I just need to relax... and think of what I'll be doing next rather than trying to plan my future 'cause I'm a drifter and I just need to wait for the opportunities I'm given...

Monday, June 8, 2009

Missy's Journal 23

Heeyo~ I got myself a new laptop the other day... An Acer Aspire One... It's a cute little laptop, no disk drive, but it picks up wireless signals so I can now exploit internets (YAAAY~!!!) Incidentally, my parents got a wireless modem, so I don't need to fight for their computer anymore...

I just got my change of name certificate... They gave me a birth certificate with it, but it's not an ammended copy, it just lists the change down the bottom. I asked for an ammended copy so I guess I'll have to complain about that... Which is annoying... But atleast now, I have proof to change my name on forms and such...

Still struggling along with everything... I don't know... Atleast now I can scratch at story every-so-often. I really should harass the internet company, 'cause it looks like they've forgotten me... and now I've got a working computer... I haven't put my other computer into service yet. I just don't know where to send it.
I have so much to worry about T_T... TAFE assignments and I don't know... I'm collapsing under all my responsibility.

Anyway... I guess this is just a quick journal to update the invisible readers on things... Bai bai~

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Missy's Journal 22

Yaaay!!!
On Friday, I actually bothered to get my name changed! Now I'm legally 'Marissa Emily ______'. The blank is my last name, but I'd be silly to tell you it. It's the same one I was born with anyway. Hehe... And I get it changed on my birth certificate too~ Hehe... Waiting to receive my new birth certificate in the mail.

Hehe... It's been a little while since I last posted hasn't it? (...Wait, does 'hasn't it' make sense? That would be 'has not it'... Y_Y) Anyway... I haven't done all that much else since my birthday. I mean, I've gone out and had fun, and whatever, but I haven't really got anything to go on about. I feel like I have a bit more self confidence these days. I can probably push myself through certain obstacles I have now. I've been wearing a bra today but it's too small, so it strangles me. And it's not like my breasts fill the cup anyway... I'm a 16B, so I should wear an 18A bra... (Australian clothing sizes... I'm not 'merican, who use inches.) I was wearing a 14C Y_Y

And it's really lonely. Only Lily wished me happy birthday... so I guess no one reads this... T_T Hug-hug all... I need to make us more popular...

Monday, May 4, 2009

Missy's Journal 21 - Birthday

Hehe... Journal 21 for my 21st Birthday... Although if you add 2 and 1 you get 3... So it's my 3rd birthday :p

But I don't know... nothing really to report, I haven't actually really done anything today... Even shopping in the city with my brother was cut short because he had to do something. He did manage to get me a couple of manga though at least. Pity I couldn't go to Empire Toy's though, because I wanted to pick up May issue of Yen + ((An American magazine that runs chapters of Korean, Original English Language, and Japanese manga)). Yesterday I got presents from extended family: Mink blanket, Microwave, Cafe Grill... ((I don't have anywhere good in my kitchen to put the microwave, I put it on the fridge, but it doesn't look right)) I guess I'll have any other presents later in the week, I know my boyfriend is sending me something and my friend is gonna take me shopping next weekend. The thing is my parents tend to ask us what we want for birthday / christmas presents... And I'm really not sure what to ask Mother for... hehe... I remember one year I didn't claim a birthday present... and bundled it with my christmas present to get a computer (which I still half paid for anyway)...

I don't know... What I should be doing... I wonder what they're making me for dinner... I should go check. Oooh... Stir-Fry...

But yeah... anyway... I might leave it at that... maybe update it a little later if I think of anything else... Can I have proof of readers by seeing a Happy Birthday comment

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Missy's Journal 20

Ha... Maybe I should make another journal on Monday...

*sigh* Whatever... No one really reads this anyway... Not even my stories, I mean, I even submitted it to ADISC and no one has even touched it Y_Y

I guess I don't really like ADISC that much anymore, I mean I guess ADISC was never as good as TBDL.org, but with Kraiden leaving, it's gotten somewhat serious. I mean people like to bitch that it hasn't changed and that people should stop causing drama with leaving posts. But while some people are being attention seeking drama queens, you can't deny the touch of truth in it.
The real veterans of TBDL.org were bitches and hard-asses :p I'm joking... but it was kind of true. It had that anti-bullshit and anti-pervert value that people were able to express against and have fun with. It wasn't unwelcoming, it just meant that people needed to shape up to fit in. My first posts to TBDL.org were shamefully pathetic, but thanks to the bitching and joking of members, I shaped myself up.
Now, it's not really that ADISC has dropped their values so much. It's that it's taboo to really express your emotion about those values. It wants to invite lots and lots of members (And I find small, quality forums are better, but anyway) and wants the member to be friendly and not as hard on the masses that are joining. They didn't even allow people to continue to use funny captioned pictures against people.
It's kind of sad that the admin deleted Kraidens leaving post, But forums are dictatorships after all. You just want a dictator you like...

Now the point is, ADISC isn't a crap site. It's still a very good one, It's just that I yearn like others, for a ABDL community that's more like what disgruntled TBDL.org veterans are looking for. DLTown had that kind of attitude, but being a social networking site, It had too much freedom for perverts and trolls to waste the bandwidth uploading stupid videos and pictures and looking at other peoples stuff. And realistically, social networking sites aren't unified, so the community is just the people you chat with a lot.

Ha... I really need to update my links at some stage... Probably have to give Lily's post tags too... It's great that someone else uses this forum though, even if they speak in baby talk :p

*sigh* It's my birthday on Monday and still no plans, not even for the weekend. I guess I'll have to chase after someone to hang with, But friends or family? What day should I be with who? I know I haven't asked for anything. But it's disheartening that I have to chase up plans myself. No friends or family that even force me out somewhere. I just wanna have a bit of fun on my birthday or atleast this weekend. Living alone means I there's no one at home to even do anything with, So I probably have to make plans... Oh... look at the time... I don't even have time today to go shopping in the city with anyone. I hope my brother can atleast take me to some random movie tonight though, Maybe I'll go to the city with friends tomorrow and do something with them. I just don't know

Ha... I'm a selfish little bitch, complaining about my birthday, but I got over self-depriving thoughts of birthdays in previous years, and it's not like I've ever done much for my birthday. I'm just a lonely girl looking to feel wanted. Wish I could have my internet installed at home already... they're taking too long... I guess I WON'T have it before my birthday.

Anyway... Bai bai invisible readers... Hug-hug...

Friday, May 1, 2009

Lily's Journal 06-How the baby girl came to be

me fink me shood tell u how me realized me true self.

me heard it takes girls longer to potty twain dan boys. well, it took me til me was bout 3 or 4 to be completely off diapers. an eben den me still had me fair share ob accidents. poop accidents were pwetty common for me. an day time pee accidents were vewy rare for me. wots ob times when me was weely focused on doing somefing me wikes me wood completely ignore da sign me needs to go, den boom, accident city. den at 5, bedwettin, stopped at bout 6. me was pwetty much in some form ob day care til 3rd gwade. it was dat stay in day care, age 7, me realized me wanna be in diapers again. an seeing how long it took to potty twain me to a state ob no accidents at all, me knew me shooda been a girl but kept it in da back ob me mind. wheneber me got a chance, me wood sneak a baby diaper an go behind da pool an wear an wet 1. it felt so good. fwom what me remembers it mustve been da 1997 Pampers Baby Dwy. da soft plastic, da cute design, da padding, me wanted it all. but no1 kood know. 1 time me got careless an me RL mom found a rash on me after a baf. all her said was me no wear diapers no more an never bwot it up again. me hopped skools alot, since around 7 me was diagnosed wiff high functioning autism. but me urges still went on. for a while me fot me was alone an da only 1 who had dem.

in dat after skool powgwam me met dis severely disabled girl named Mary an her wore diapers. dis is when me discovered adult diapers, or at her size, youth diapers. dey wooked wunnerful. but dey were 2 big for me me fink. dey had eifer 4 or 6 tapes wiff bloo words written on dem. dey were wite an yellow lines as wetness indicators which me had no idea what dey were at da time, me just fot dey were designs. wheneber her walked dey cwinkled vewy loud. me wanted dat feeling so bad. but felt alone. me got to twy on her diapers a few times thwuout me days in dat after skool pwogwam. but me neber actually had da courage to actually tape 1 on meself. dey were wot diffwent fwom baby diapers in dat dey had 3 folds instead ob 2. it felt gweat twying dem. me felt safe. da wast time me eber got to twy a weel diaper was when me was 11. dis was when me discovered me ober feelings bout diapers an me stwange arousal by dem. Me wood neber be able to twy anofer weel diaper again til me was 15.

As for me discovery ob me twu gender, all thwu me life me wood wear me moms shoes, use stuff to make bweasts, just bout anyfing to wook wike a girl. what me fot was a harmless joke at da time became what me neber expected me serious realization dat me indeed was a girl but in da wong body. me remember a time going to McDonald's wiff me gwandpawents an gettin a happy meal an dey were out ob boy targeted toys so instead me got a Barbie. Me wooked at it wiff an expwession ob wonder on me face an at da same time, confusion. Some unkown force pwevented me fwom complaining about da toy me recieved. Thwu me years after age 11 me wood use alternatives for diapers, commonly plastic bags, an sometimes me unnerwear itself. Me was yelled at all me life but it somehow didn't bother me as much as it does now.

Me used to be so clingy towards me RL mom. always yelling mommy wheneber her got home. Always wunning to her an away fwom me RL dad. dat changed as me got older. Me got along so weel wiff me RL mom an so horrible wiff me RL dad an den gwadually dwew farther away fwom me RL mom an closer to me RL dad. 1 fairly good relationship twaded itself for anofer. me still fot me RL dad meant harm wiff al his yelling. Me wood fink bout it an come to da conclusion dat his behavior is comin fwom me RL moms negative influence. He's naturally a hardass at most times but when he yells he shows no mercy, picked up fwom em RL mom. Fings were fine to a degree up in peaceful New England. Eberyfing changed foreber da moment me said goodbye to me old house an saw beautiful Massachusets for da wast time an went to da not so peachy peach state ob Georgia. Eberyfing went to hell after dat move.

Words kinnot descwibe just how much me came to hate dis pathetic white twash hick state. da ppl are rude, most ob dem hab an attitude, an dey all seem to hab a fetish for picking on "Yankees" wike me. moving here was da biggest mistake eber, but da only good fing dat came out ob it was da only person to eber weely support me. as me gwew up here, me view ob society, an da US as a whole changed foreber. No longer pwoud to be an American, but ashamed. me questioned religion, did research, read up on all me kood. in Jan 07, at age 15 in me fweshman year ob high skool, me gwandpawents moved in wiff us. we had visited dem up north back in Oct. da pwevious year ob 06. me also had to gib up me beloved cat, Gloria up for adoption since me RL gwanpa is stwongly allergic. Me is a huge cat person but for da time being me had to make due wiff a dog. her is cute, me does wuv her, but no canine kood eber replace Gloria. it was den when me RL GPawents moved in an had a single remaining weel diaper since me RL Gpa had a bad stwoke a year or so back. me took it an kept it in storage, dis time me decided to tape it on, but da tapes had worn fwom being in storage in me room. Me didn't use it much an returned it soo after an no1 weely told a diffwence. Me wood depwived ob any from ob weel diaper til hopefully dis summer, or next winter if not den. It was adult pull ups fwom me RL gwanpawents until den. Dey were nice but werent da same as a diaper, just unnerwear wiff a huge pad in it.

at around 15, me discovered me indead was not alone in me wuv for diapers. me kept readin on an researchin more bout meself. well into age 16 me got more in touch wiff me feminine side an wanted to RP as a baby girl while remaining in body, a male. me was a sissy for a long time. a few months after me joined imvu in late Dec ob 07, me met Tawa an it was den me discovered me knew was a girl all dis time but fear ob rejection an an embedded routine ob conformity had kept me silent bout me desires. her wood become me steppin stone to bein independant an livin da way me wants to live. me researched more an fot an decided me wants da twansition all da way to surgery an da stage was set. me aslo experimented wiff messin when me was mainly focused on wettin, an did it mroe an more til me eventually got used to it. me began to see da many errors ob toilet twaining. public bafrooms were nasty, holding it hurt, habing to go during long road trips was unbearable. at around early age 17, me decided me had enuff an wood persue complete incontinence an diapered 24/7 status da moment me had da pwivqacy to do so. When da skool year ob age 17 started, fings were taken da extweme. tensions were off da charts, dwama became suicide inducing, gender dysphoria became clearly visible inside me. it just got worse an worse wiff each passin month.

gettin yelled at deeply upset me an bwot back horrible flashbacks. it often left me cwyin meself to sleep many nites. an da infamous FL vacation ob Feb. 08. Me had some fun, but it was mostly just gettin yelled at, cwyin meself to sleep, an spendin ebery day wishin me was back home. da dwama IRL an on imvu got worse wiff all da spunky stuff an whatnot an conflicts wiff ofer fwends. Me also met Ashley an Babsie who are 2 ob me best fwends on imvu an are also ABDLS wike me cept dey were born girls. Den Mysi started dis blog dis year an can come here to share me fots an feelings wiff any1 who wants to take da time to do so. me got more depwessed an den Holiday 08 came......... A dispute wiff me only support ober a ring me wanted to borrow ended up in an cearly audible expwession ob me twue fellings towards me RL pawents. Me RL mom heard an pwomptly came in a yelled at me wike neber before, desperate for a way out, me told her eberyfing bout me gender issues, her seemed to be ok wiff it at first. but as time passed, me decided telling her was a mistake. eben if it did get me outta a severe punishment dat koodve been, nofing weely changed cept da counselling. during me first visit me eben said em wishes out loud in fwont ob her an her refuses to respect dem. her is 2 faced an a hypocwite. her eben pwomised to stop yellin yet her still does it as much as her has been doin an her sick sense ob self pwide seems to gib her da idea her actually keepin her pwomise well. Yea wight.. me wet an poopy diapered ass her is.... waitin felt wike foreber dis skool year. but somehow me managed t make it all da way to here, an em continues to hold on despite me constant loss ob hope. hopefully me suffering shood start comin to a rapid paced but gwadual end dis summer. me will pissed if me has to wait anofer year an a half. me just has to get outta here. Da sooner da better. Meetin Ashley also sparked me interest in twying cloth diapers.

So dis is me whole life so far, an da rest is still unwritten. Anyway, me has a fillin dis mornin so me needs to get some sleep cuz it a big day an me fairly scared an stwessed out bout it. Bye.