Whoever is reading this might feel uncomfortable, but I'm telling it anyways. So my name is, well, let's call me Dude, I just don't want the internet to know my name. Anyways, my dream was to be a diaper loving woman. I was gay most of my life, but when I saw a diaper for the first time opened, I felt the need to wear it. I never worn a diaper, but I had worn few girl clothes when I was very young. As of now, I'm 28, working for a company I love and hate at the same rate. I love the place, the place is calm and dosen't get too crazy. But most of the biggest assholes in history works there. Jim, who is a fat piece of shit, blames me for every-fucking-thing because I'm one of the youngest working here. Then George, who keeps physically hurting me. He took me to a fireplace downstairs, and put my forehead and left arm and hand on 425°. Then Michael, the worst. He asks to borrow my money for a bad excuse and actually buys drinks in a bar, with my friends. The only person who I liked was Faith. She was a loving girl, who also likes diapers. Because of this, we shared our secrets together. One night, I walked to my bathroom to take a shower, shave, and brush my teeth. I came out to threw my dirty clothes in a basket, then walked to my bed. As soon as I walked to my bed, I saw a shooting star. I whispered, "I wish I was a girl, who can wear diapers, and only Faith will remember my past self." I went snuggling on my bed, nakedly, and fell asleep.