When I come over for the weekend, Mommy and Daddy usually make me sleep in a crib. It’s a big crib, not like one meant for actual babies, but custom built for grown ups like me. My crib locks, although more often than not my caregivers leave it unlocked overnight just in case I need to get out. But I’m still explicitly forbidden from leaving my crib except for emergencies.

Today I just so happened to get up before either of them came to wake me. But because I’m not allowed out of my crib, that meant I just had to wait there until they said I could get up. Mommy and Daddy do have a baby monitor just for me, though. It shows them live video footage of me in my nursery for them all through the night. Once they look, they’ll know that I’m up.

Last thing I remembered before falling asleep was cuddling with the new teddy bear my caretakers gave me. She was still sitting up against the wall my crib was set against where I put her last night, holding out her arms for me to give her a hug and put her back down. She needed a name later.

If only others knew that this was where I’ve been sneaking off to every weekend. I’d have to drop out of school from sheer embarrassment. No thank you, I’m taking this to my grave.

The world just doesn’t understand people like me. We’re always labeled deviants and perverts- or for more damaging- predators. But it’s not just a fetish, it’s a lifestyle. I’m no criminal or monster, just a peculiar young woman with an unorthodox idea of what constitutes fun.

“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Mommy said as she came in. “How’s my princess doing?”

“I want up.” I replied. “Why didn’t you wake me sooner?”

She stopped just short of my crib, hands on her hips. “Is that any way to talk to your Mommy?”

My cheeks quickly lit up with a blush. “No, Ma’am…”

A single finger poked the tip of my nose as she reached in. “Boop!” She giggled as I wriggled my nose. “Try again, baby girl.”

“I missed you, Mommy…” I said, holding the bars of my crib like it was a jail cell, hands still locked away in mittens. “May I please get up?”

“Good girl.” Mommy said with a smile, opening the already unlocked door and lowering the panel so that she could reach further inside to get me. I writhed impatiently as she blocked the way, however, placing a palm to my chest and lowering me onto my back once more. “Not so fast, little one. You should know what comes next by now.”

Pouting and grumbling there in my crib, I crossed my arms at my chest in protest. “Bwah! No fair!”

“Bwah all you want, baby bop. You’re getting your diaper checked whether you like it or not.”

“You checked last night! I’m still dry!”

“Mhmm…” She said as she undid my buttons one by one. “We’ll see about that.”

Before bed, they got me dressed in a onesie that they bought me to wear as pajamas. Everything here is bought and paid for by them, and as a broke college student I couldn’t be any more glad about that. Diapers were expensive after all- and neither Mommy nor Daddy usually let me get all that they were worth out of them before it was time for a new one- they enjoyed changing my diapers after all.

A quiet whimper left me as her hand ran across my padding. She peeled back the front of my onesie, rubbing my crotch and checking the diaper around my waist for use.

Mommy only needed to feel it to know for sure. “Looks like a certain someone is still clean from last night.”

“I told you!” I sheepishly whined. “I’m dry!”

“I wouldn’t call this dry.” She teased. “Just a lot of sweat, but you still need a change.”

My padding crinkled quietly as I sat up, holding my arms over my head so that Mommy could remove my onesie. I shivered at the cold air as my torso came exposed, quickly clasping my arms over my chest to keep her from seeing.

“Now now, there’s no reason to be shy, sweetheart.” Mommy took my hands with hers and gently eased them away from my bosom, holding them away from my body and humming softly. “You don’t hide from Daddy, do you?”

My face started to flush. “N-No…”

“And you don’t hide from me either.” She said, letting go of my arms and holding hers out so that I could climb into them, proceeding to pick me up and carry me out of my crib for the day. “Now let’s get this cutie changed.”

I was a bit taller than Mommy, but not nearly as strong. If either of them wanted to pin me to their lap and spank me against my will, they could and I wouldn’t be able to resist them, so I was lucky neither of them would. Daddy especially. I didn’t even have the height advantage with him. He outclassed me in just about every area I could think of, save for maybe breast and butt size, but even that I wasn’t quite convinced.

Being a trans woman came with a lot of body issues. I’ve been on hormone replacement therapy for years now and it still feels like I’ve barely grown at all. When I first met my caregivers I was worried they’d think less of me for it, but Mommy and Daddy constantly reassure me that they like me just the way I am.

Mommy carried me to the changing table straight away, and by the time we got there I didn’t want to let go. She sat me back on my butt and made me lay down again, splaying my mittened hands to either side of my head as she began cleaning me up.

Along with everything else, the baby wipes Mommy produced to clean my privates were sized for grown adults like me. I squirmed as the cold and wet set against my skin. It felt like every diaper change was different with her. Daddy didn’t dislike doing it- and neither did I- but Mommy was the only one who loved changing me in the morning. So much so, she got off to it. But I wouldn’t be. I knew exactly what was coming, and it wasn’t me.

Once cleaned, Mommy twisted my penis between her fingers. “There she is!” She teased. I whined- not for her to stop, but to continue- because I knew she wouldn’t. “Let’s get her put away for the day, okay?”

I clenched my fuzzy fists in protest. “Do I have to?”

“Yes, Baby. Mommy says you have to. You know the rules.”

To add insult to injury, Mommy gently kissed the head of my penis. There was no changing her mind once she had it made up. Another diaper was slid beneath my waist, and with it a healthy serving of baby powder was once again smeared against my skin, but she didn’t stop there.

The little pink chastity cage fit me perfectly. Without much effort, my caregiver gently helped my genitals into the bondage. Mommy made sure she had it in place before she secured it under lock and key, nice and tight.

“It’s okay, Baby. The little princess will be safe and sound in her cage, I promise.” She said. The key hung from a jewelry chain around her neck, safely tucked between her breasts. “We’re gonna have a fun day without her, don’t you worry about that.”

“Yes, Mommy…” I said shyly, cheeks burning as she wrapped my waist in clean padding and sat me back up.

She caught me by both hands before I had a chance to reach down and do anything. “Remember what I told you about touching?”

Blushing bright pink, I nodded, saying, “Good girls leave their diapers alone…”

“Good girl.” She said, leaning in and leaving me a kiss on the forehead. “My good little girl.”

Once my female caregiver had me padded for the day, she let my hands out of their mittens and unleashed me on the house at last. Before she even tried leading me back down the stairs, I shot ahead of her and made my way towards the living room to find some fun.

Daddy didn’t know what hit him. I was on top of him before he even knew I was there, clinging to him tight to get his attention. Daddy put his arm around me in return, pulling me close and holding me beside him.

“Well aren’t you excited to see me?” He happily chuckled. “Good morning, Baby!”

“I missed you.” I said, tucking my head into his shoulder for comfort.

Meanwhile Mommy stood at the entrance of the room with her arms crossed, shaking her head. “Someone’s mad at Mommy for locking her princess parts away.” She slowly waltzed over to his side and gave him a kiss on the lips then. “Can I get money for groceries? I’m planning on going shopping later.”

“Of course, honey. I’ll watch her. We’re just gonna watch some cartoons.”

Perish the thought- Saturday morning cartoons- were we living in 1998? I didn’t think those even ran anymore. The two of them weren’t that old, right? Because I certainly wasn’t.

But he flipped on the TV and played fitting cartoons from somewhere. I gradually slid down beside him on the couch until my head was laying in his lap, looking up at the screen as he gently played with my hair.

Daddy tilted my head towards his, making me look up at him in his lap. He smiled and leaned in. Our lips locked together, and I couldn’t help but giggle at the way his facial hair tickled my face.

Yet all I could think of as I laid there was just how much I wanted out of chastity. I shot up, climbing into his lap and straddling his leg. Mommy said I wasn’t allowed to touch, but Daddy could. He quickly had his hands all over me- on my hips, around my waist, in my hair, even pressed tight against my breasts. I was naked in Daddy’s lap, wearing only a diaper. My padding crinkled loudly as I moved. My hips rolled, grinding into him to try and find some stimulation between my legs as we kissed, to little effect, faster and harder until I couldn’t catch my breath.

“Down.” He said sternly. “Floor.” Daddy pulled my hair- my fluffy pink hair until I was off of him, and made me crawl down his leg to the floor. I humped his leg for as long as I could, but eventually he stopped me.

Daddy reached down, wiping a bead of drool from my lower lip with his thumb. “Sorry, Baby. Not today.” He said, trying to console me out of a frown. From that look on his face, Daddy wasn’t done with me. He had an idea. “Mommy doesn’t want you touching. What makes you think I want any different?”

I could feel my face flush, gently nibbling my lip. “Doesn’t Daddy want to play with me?”

“Don’t worry, sweetie. We’re gonna play. You may be locked up, but you know who isn’t?”

Like a good girl, I knelt in front of Daddy as he slowly pulled out his cock. He was big- I thought- certainly larger than me, but that wasn’t saying much. I had never been with a man before him. I didn’t think I could be with men until I met him. You see I’m something of a lesbian, or at least I used to be. My preference was still for girls, but there was something about him. A real man. Not the thing I assumed all men were back when I thought I was one. He was actually pretty awesome, gentle but determined, soft and strong at the same time. Big and great for snuggles. The things he said and did made me more and more attracted to him with each passing day.

His cock slipped past my lips and into my mouth. Daddy grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close until his member was at my throat, then let me bob my head. Eventually when my hair was twisted amongst his fingers and I’d been going at a steady rhythm for quite long enough, he came. Daddy’s cum filled my mouth, and he just held me there until he was done riding it out. I wanted to spit, but like a good girl, I swallowed.

“Good girl.” He cooed, pulling me back up and into his lap. Daddy started twisting my hair into pigtails- cute and short- before holding me close.

I licked his lips, smearing just a little bit of his own cum on him, and smiled. “Did I do good?”

“Better than good.” He said. “Just don’t tell Mommy, she’ll get jealous.”

But speak of the devil and she shall appear. “I can hear you both from in here.” Mommy called from the kitchen. “Now if you two are done with breakfast, lunch is ready~”

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