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What I did for halloween.

We don't madly celebrate Halloween here in Australia like the Americans. There are usually few if any children running from house to house 'trick-or-treating,' and for the grown-ups, very few organisations and clubs support it or have organised events. On the Sunday before Halloween, a small street 'Halloween party' had been organised in front of two shops on one of Sydney's major streets, Oxford Street. The party was advertised in the local papers and on hundreds of posters plastered all over the neighbourhood. My Mummy/Mistress Nadia saw one of these posters, and decided she wanted to take her new baby to the street party.
Then Mummy asked me if I was willing to go out dressed in my pretty baby clothes and thick cloth nappies in public with her alone, without any of our other friends from the fetish community who knew me as Baby Angelica. I was really scared, as I was frightened to expose that much of my true baby self to so many vanilla strangers.
When Mummy learned I had that Sunday free, she resolved to take me, and firmly commanded me to obey her. My heart gave a little skip because of Mummy's new-found dominant manner. A strong loving woman - one who will make me do her bidding - is exactly what I have been searching for in a Mummy, so of course being 'forced' to attend a street party all dressed up by a committed Mummy thrilled me to bits!

When the Sunday morning finally arrived, I had so much adrenalin coursing through my veins, to the unwitting observer I must have appeared high on drugs and ready to faint at any moment. Mummy dressed me first in my pink baby bloomers, which had a pattern of tiny-weeny teddy bears all over them. She slipped the feminine infantile garment over my bowed head, and buttoned the shoulder straps to the high bib front. She powdered me heavily all over my bottom and crotch, and rubbed the sweetly perfumed talc over my front till I was so excited, I was worried my nappies might not fit over the top!
Mummy tightly pinned my thick nappies over my hips, and then drew two pairs of wetproof plastic panties up my legs and over my huge diaper package. The outer pair of pink baby panties had pretty patterns of Nursery animals dancing on them, and then Mummy snapped the clasps of the bloomers securely between my spread thighs, pressing my soft fluffy nappies more firmly against my groin.
She brushed my long brown hair into two high pigtails, and bound them with fluffy pink scrunchies. Mummy then made me slip on my favourite high heeled, pink platform wedge sandals as a pleasure/punishment, because although I loved to wear them, she knew my feet would suffer during the long walk to the party location. She locked my soft pink leather toddler harness around my chest, and attached a leash to the front, to ensure I could not run away. Finally Mummy helped me put on my make-up, and she made me look and feel as pretty as a little girl can be.
When she was satisfied with my juvenile feminine appearance, she started dressing for the party. To my surprise, Mummy decided to wear my blue baby dress and go as a toddler girl as well, but she wouldn't put on a nappy. Instead Mummy chose to wear her smooth red latex panties under her toddler frock. I love caressing Mummy's beautiful curvaceous bottom through her smooth latex panties.
After Mummy had finished her make-up and looked gorgeous, we both dressed her fluffy little dog in a blue coat with cute little wings on top. Mummy's dog's name is Angel, so it was fitting to dress him in a coat with wings.

All dressed up and ready to go, we nervously headed out into the streets. With our smartly-attired dog accompanying us, our only choice was to walk. It took us nearly a whole hour to stroll from Broadway up the hill to Oxford Street, Darlinghurst. We had to toddle through a rather crowded Railway Square near Central Station, and my heart was fluttering anxiously in my constricted chest as I nervously glanced around. There were dozens of people strolling about, and most of them merely glanced at us when we walked past. But plenty had to look twice to make sure they weren't dreaming.
Mummy reassured me that I looked like a real girl this evening, with my face so prettily made-up and dressed in all my frills and bows. But it wasn't until I opened my mouth to some poor homeless kids trying to sell us something in Railway Square, that I finally believed her repeated assurances. As we walked away from the small group of teenagers, I heard them say through their hysterical laughter; "Did you hear her voice? That was a male! Gosh they looked good in their get-up!"
Mummy just jabbed me in the ribs with her elbow, tartly demanding; "See?!?" We finally made it to Oxford Street without causing any major traffic accidents, although there were some close calls. We headed for the street party, which seemed very small. There was a tiny stage on the edge of the footpath in front of a bus stop and between the two shops, with 2-ft speakers pumping out loud pop music onto the sparsely-populated sidewalk.
There were live shows throughout the afternoon and into evening, usually intended to display some of the wares you could purchase from one of the shops involved. But as I explained in my opening statement of this true story, in Australia we don't celebrate Halloween. So there weren't many people hanging around, and regarding costumes? There were only three of us who bothered to dress up - Mummy and me as big baby girls, and one old woman dressed as a witch. In the dress-up competition, the witch won first prize! (She must have cast a spell on the judges.) But Mummy and I won second prize, and received $200 for dressing up.

My sissy friend Baby Jennie rang me later that afternoon to tell me her children had returned to their mother's place, and she was free to dress up and come to the party. But by the time she finished filling the cracks in her face and trowelling on the make-up (only kidding, Baby Jennie!) and Nanny Penne dressed her in her toddler frock and thick nappies, hours had passed. By the time they drove into town, the party (such as it was,) was all over! So Baby Jennie picked us up in her car instead, and drove us to Mummy's place to collect a few things.
Nanny Penne accompanied Baby Jennie that evening, and she also felt frisky and ready to play. When we arrived at Mummy's home, I selected a clean dry nappy and folded it into my nappy bag, along with some fresh plastic panties just in case. Then we all headed out again, and drove to Baby Jennie's place for more baby play. But that is another story....

It was like a scary scene from so many of the 'Dominated and Diapered' stories I've read, but for me it was a thrilling fantasy come true. Being able to live out my fantasy in real life with a loving and attentive Mummy, is a dream come true for me.

Please note; this is not a work of fiction! Everything I wrote here is 100% true. I have photographic evidence of Mummy and me all dressed up on Oxford Street that night. To me it still feels like wondrous dream, but I really lived it! And now with my new Mummy, I hope to live out even more of my fantasies. Wishes can come true! During my time in the Sydney fetish scene I have made friends that are sissy babies, Mummies, Nannies, Aunties and Uncles. All you need to do is start searching on the net or at your local 'naughty bookstore' for fetish people to meet in your area.
Be brave and take a chance; go to a fetish party and you just might meet some like-minded people. (Ooo! Is that thought too scary?) To get to where I am today has taken me close to ten years of gradually venturing out and displaying Baby Angelica to the world - and not just the fetish world. I hope you enjoyed reading my true tale about what I did for Halloween 2006 in Australia, and if any of you big babies and sissies ever intend visiting Sydney, Australia, just send me a message saying "Hi!" and telling me when you're coming. Then I can email you and tell you what parties are scheduled, and where to go. OMG! We might even meet at one of them!