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It sure is interesting how different different peoples' fantasies are.
I want to be a little girl at an age where nobody thinks twice about you being in a big, obvious diaper. Zero embarrassment or shame. It's just what I do. My parents "use the bathroom for me" by changing my diaper. Just the most normal, casual-yet-intimate thing that I'm so totally dependent on them.
I could go through Disney World with nothing but a shirt and a big diaper as I sit in my stroller and there's zero shame. Sometimes I might feel warmth pool in my diaper, but I don't really pay attention or realize what that means. Other times I go from dry to wet and don't even feel it until my parents check my diaper, or ask me if I need a change. I might look down at my diaper and wiggle my legs to feel and still not realize that I'm soaked, so I just reply with "uhhhh". She just laughs and says, "yeah, you do little thing. Let's go get you changed," as she lifts me into her arms and takes me and the diaper bag to get me changed.
Poo is gross, but not as bad if someone else is cleaning it. So I'd know how to potty #2, but not how to wipe, and would often have #2 accidents. But there's nothing to embarrassed with there, even. Mommy would just change me sweetly like she always has.
Sometimes, though, I might feel like I want to hold my pee, because for some reason I think that'd be kinda cool and grown-up and I do know how to potty - but every time I try, if I get distracted for even a split-second, the warmth floods my diaper and I fail. I might sigh sadly and give my pacifier a few sucks while looking down at the sidewalk my stroller is rolling over, but I won't cry. Wetting my diaper is totally normal, after all. I don't even think of the coming diaper change - it never quite crosses my mind that the diaper changes are tied to me wetting them. But I do like the feeling of a fresh, clean diapee.
Other times, I might make it quite a long time dry. My record might even be a whole two hours! Only to start shifting uncomfortably with the potty dance, never really think to ask to go to the bathroom, and by the time my parents notice I'm potty dancing in my stroller, it pours out all on its own, no matter how hard I try to hold it back, and I soak my diaper.
If they ask if I need to go, that distracts me too much and I soak it. If they just start hurrying to the bathroom, then the stroller going faster over the concrete makes me have an accident. And by the time I ever think to ask, asking distracts me too much and I have an accident. And even if I stay focused, as earlier described, that just dooms me to an accident, too.
So, the vast majority of my wets are not accidental at all. I just generally don't notice. Sometimes I do, but usually not. Sometimes if I do notice, I'll get distracted by something mid-stream and forget I'm peeing by the time I finish wetting, crawling or toddling off somewhere.
My parents are good and kind. I always have a bottle or sippy cup of applejuice, warm milk, water, or even a rare treat of a soda. But they keep me very well hydrated, get the best-quality thick, never-leak diapers, and change me very often. The changes are quick, they know I don't like being exposed, but sometimes they'll sing to me before the change, itsy-bitsy spider or something sweet and happy like that. No cream or oil, just powder.
One scenario I've imagined is trying to hold it in the car, starting to fidget, and my Mom hearing and looking back at me from the passenger seat and telling me to just go, that there's no restrooms for a long time, and I might hurt myself holding it. When, of course, I soak my diaper because she distracted me.
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Despite all these legitimate accidents and lack of attention and such that makes it seem like I want to mentally regress - I don't, actually, at least not entirely.
This is where things get really weird and unusual, is I actually want to make it realistic... ish. So it ends up being kind of sci-fi.
My ideal fantasy is that it's like the 2200s or something, and advances in medicine have kept me alive long enough that we've reached the point technologically where people can just choose to be forever children, and many do. Everyone is immortal now, so the vast majority of children are forever children, being cared for by people who love caring for children, and it's accepted as a wholesome thing, as long as you've had a full life, or at least are over 18 and can consent to it. And by 2200 I will have had plenty of full lives. AI has made most jobs obsolete in this setting, though people with enhancements and implants can keep up with AI and contribute to the exploration of space or construction of more space colonies/habitats and all, if they want to contribute, and maybe that'll boost their income.
But the nurturing aspect of humanity is long understood as one of its most wholesome sides, and a core part of traditional life. And it's understood that with immortality, forever children are an ideal way to let people express their wholesome desire to care for children (an innate, even holy good) while preventing the population from exploding too quickly.
So, it's accepted and seen as good. And I'm treated mostly as the little child I am, physically. And in many ways, emotionally. Though I could still do tensor calculus and fly a space shuttle if I wanted to or had to (and being 2-3 feet tall and less than 35 pounds, I hardly put any pressure on spaceship life support systems, not that those aren't super beefy/over-engineered and safe, anyways), so, at least that aspect is different. If you need to land a space shuttle I could. Just don't expect me to keep a diaper dry, or to walk very far without giving me a ride in a stroller or carrying me. But that's easy when I weigh less than 35 pounds.
But, while that might be off-putting to many, it has a few neat perks: It's still me, even if my current life is a distant memory. And I get to be in this 2-3 year old state for as long as I want. Decades, even centuries. I never have to grow up, if I don't want to. So no anxiety about that or potty training or anything. But If I ever decide I want to grow up and be the caretaker, I can. But it's not a one-way trip - I can come back to this, too.
I'm kinda curious what people think of this. I know it's very unusual, but if you think about it, it's kind of perfect and not even entirely impossible. Perhaps even inevitable, if we really are the first immortal generation, as some futurists think we may be.