I want to share something that recently happened which is a first for me in sharing anything of my little side with anyone so please be kind ^^

I'm an occasional little and not that adventurous. I love to get into my little space mostly in the evening after work but especially on fridays. I watch movies or play videogames while wearing my footed pajamas and sometimes a dip. Not all the time because i'm not a fan of the waste and so far i couldn't do it with cloth dips.

Last week i was full little space, watching a not that little tv show. I was cozily padded and in my favorite pajamas. Cuddling my stuffie. I was so exhausted from the week i fell asleep.

Next morning my phone was buzzing. My alarm clock. Yup....i totally forgot we had a day of paintball planned. Longtime hobby of mine. I had a bit of time left but not much. Apparantly i didn't hear my alarm the first few times....great!

While still in my pajamas i ran around my appartment getting everything ready. Gear, Clothing, Mask, Tools....frick nearly forgot the shoes! It would have been an interesting sight. A guy in colorful pajamas still with the paci in his mouth waddling around getting guns and combat gear ready. But i digress.

I started to change my clothing, switching from cute little to rambo style, when i noticed that my dips where completly dry and sit so perfectly it was a shame to rip them of and throw away. As i said i'm not a fan of the waste.

Me being already late af decided to put my gear on and wing it. The pants are really wide and the gear makes enough noise on its own when moving but man does that feel strange. At least i didn't use the dips so far and it was still relatively comfy.

Why the haste? It is an hour to the field and i had to pick up people for a carpool.

I just left the door for my car when the rational part of my brain woke up from its slumber and started screaming how stupid that was....but as i said, already late and geared up. I would have to remove shoes and pants and so much more to get to the dips.

The first hour i was so paranoid someone would notice something or that i would flash something but now i'd say there was no chance. My paintball pants did not move and the Jersey was long enough to cover all bulges.

But sneaking was a lot harder. Having something between your legs while sneaking through the woods was....unfamiliar for the lack of a better word and cost me a sneak attack at one time.

After a great day of playing, the stomaches of everyone were grumbling. Let's go get some food! Sure! Let me just change....into...something....more comfortable? Shit yeah normally i just openly change from pants and jersey to joggers and tshirt. No way jose! So i went to KFC with dirty mud drenched gear claiming that i forgot my clothes...even though my stupid brain explicitly put them in my gearbag that morning.

Back at home i removed the dips and went for a shower....The rash really wasn't sexy and even though i felt comfortable most of the time i'll probably won't combine those two again in the near future. Can't recommend running and jumping and climbing around with such a thick diaper.