Dear Miss MacDonald,

A little while ago now I wrote to you giving some general information of the time I spend as an adult baby. You were kind enough to respond, saying that you enjoyed the article and asking if I could expand a little in a further article. Well here goes - I hope it will be interesting to you.

I am very lucky in my working life as I am able to work flexitime - that is I have to do a set number of hours each week, but when I do them is up to me. The result is that with some planning I can arrange to have, say, four days off at a time. Susan, my wife (and Mummy), also works shifts, so again with some advance planning we can arrange to have time off together - not always the full four days, but the majority. We plan our schedule so that from time to time I can enjoy four full days of babyfication. I am fortunate that when I am at work, or just generally out, my mind concentrates on those current activities, but I can instantly slip into babyhood, and my life as Baby Amanda, when my babyfication days come around. I said before that none of this could even be considered without the support and help of Susan - she is wonderful, but in truth she now likes playing her role as well. 

At about 7.30 am I am first washed, powdered and changed, and then taken downstairs and placed into my high chair. I stay there whilst Mummy gets herself washed and dressed, and then she prepares my breakfast. I am always given my dummy to suck at this time - I really do love to suck on my dummy, especially one that we got from the USA as it has a large nipple teat which means that the dummy stays firmly in place with nuch less chance of it slipping out. Babies are usually given a dummy when they are irritable or noisy but with me it is the reverse - because I like it so much, if I am noisy or get into trouble Mummy takes my dummy away as a punishment! I soon calm down!

I feed myself my breakfast, which is usually cereal and mashed up fruit. I then have a bottle of formula, but Mummy always feeds me my bottle with me laying in her lap.

My day usually comprises two separate elements. In the morning I work around the house, and in the afternoon and evening it is pure babying. It works well. Mummy has made me a couple of gingham dresses (one is pink and the other yellow), and I wear one of these dresses to do my housework, and over the top of the dress I wear a Victorian style white pinny which has a pocket at the front and is tied at the back of the neck. Rather than a baby bonnet I wear a mob cap. I do the washing,cleaning and ironing and any other duties directed by Mummy.

I am not allowed to wet or mess in my nappy (except overnight when I wear a double nappy and more often than not I wake up a bit damp). I have to indicate my need and Mummy then places me either on my potty or lets me use the 'big' toilet, following which I am re-nappied.

I have my lunch in my high chair and then Mummy gives me my bottle of formula. I am then changed, and either a pretty nightie or baby doll is put on and I am then put down in my cot in the spare room for my afternoon nap. Most times I just rest, but sometimes I drop off to sleep and subconsciously I have learnt to suck my dummy whilst asleep. Normally am in my cot for a couple of hours following which I am changed again, and am given a pretty dress to wear, and I then spend my time playing with my dollies in the front room - Mummy is usually there and these are wonderful moments.

Dinner follows in the same way as lunch, and in the evening I watch television or a video. When it is time for bed I am changed again and have my last bottle of the day before being put to bed. I think I said in my earlier piece that I sleep overnight with Susan and must say that we both still enjoy a full love life - although I have to stay in my double nappy and frilly plastic pants until Susan is ready to release me!

For most of my babying time Mummy is there, but sometimes she has to work. A baby cannot be left on its own, so initially when Mummy was out I reverted (somewhat reluctantly of course) to my adult self.

About six months ago this changed!!

One afternoon I was lying in my cot when I heard voices downstairs. This did not worry me unduly until I heard the voices getting louder - there was movement on the stairs! The next thing and the door opened and in walked Mummy with our next door neighbour, Karen. I was humiliated,embarrassed, shocked - you name it. Whatever, I just lay there and sucked hard on my dummy. My trepidation only lasted a second or two, as Karen immediately adopted the role of a caring female. She and Susan had been friends since we had moved to the house and Karen works from home - it transpired that at some stage Susan had told her about my babying sessions and Karen had quickly volunteered to babysit me when Susan was not going to be around. This is what now happens, but I also help Karen with her housework (it was part of the deal arranged between them) from time to time - even when Susan is at home. On those occasions Mummy walks me round to next door in my working outfit and then leaves me with Karen (luckily to date nobody else has seen me during the hasty walks to and from next door - not that one can rush anyway, with a tight nappy and plastic panties on, I can tell you).

To say the least, Karen enjoys me being there! To start off she always takes my gingham dress and pinny off and I am given a black French maid uniform to wear - this comes with several petticoats, a satin waist apron with exceedingly long ties, and a proper maid's cap.In addition Karen does not let me suck my favourite dummy - she bought a couple of ordinary dummies and she gives me one of these which is harder to keep in place because the teat is much smaller, and if it falls out and she sees (she always does!) I have my nappy taken down and am spanked over her knee. I must admit though that now I have got used to her 'requirements' I do enjoy it! Naughty baby! In fairness to Karen, when she comes round to our house to babysit in an afternoon, her maternal instincts come to the fore, and she treats me as a real baby - it is lovely.

Sorry Miss MacDonald, I have gone on too long again. Exactly why I have this ongoing strong need for babyfication I cannot tell you - all I can say is that I love to be treated, and act as, a baby with all the comfort and security that it brings. I just hope it continues.
Love to all other big babies and their sweet and caring mummies.

Baby Amanda

Well, I think that you are very lucky to have such a doting mummy as Susan to keep you in nappies and petticoats, and I am glad to hear that you are helping Karen with the housework too. Your costume for housework sounds just precious, and I am sure that, like Baby Bunting, you are the envy of many of my readers. Please give my warmest best wishes to both Susan and Karen - they certainly know how to manage a big baby like you.
Susan