Baby Betsy
My Bio:
Hi, this is Bessie baby. I like to be a baby, and I like to be changed and spoiled by a loving mom or dad. I like breastfeeding and my mother feeds me her warm and soft milk-filled tits. I also like my dad to change me and spend more time applying diaper rash medicine to me. Of course it was because he said he wanted to make sure his children were adequately protected, but it felt good. Taking a shower is one of my favorite moments. When Dad took off my clothes and asked me to sit in the bathtub gently, waiting for me to finish the bath, and then he kept foaming for me to play. He filled my bathtub with bath toys bought for me. I like my building blocks, the rubber duck is the best. Before I started washing and getting ready for bed, he made sure I had a good time. After the bath time, my dad applied lotion to me because he said that our bodies need to drink water so that my dad can feel soft. So after washing the lotion, he put my diaper on me and put me next to him so that I could fall asleep. Before I fall asleep, he will make sure that I am well and relaxed. He would play my favorite lullaby and massage me to sleep. I hope you can come and be my new dad because he has been working here day and night recently. Do I really want to play? Love baby bessie
Love Baby Betsy
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Being Changed by Daddy
Wearing Diapys
Playing in Nursery
Bottle Feeding
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April 17, 2026
Hey there, fellow sissies, I just have to tell you about last night with Mommy. It was one of those perfect evenings where everything felt so right, and I felt like the prettiest little sissy girl in the world. Mommy started by dressing me herself. She slid me into my favorite pastel pink satin dress, the one with the glossy sheen that catches the light every time I move. It has the sweetest puffed sleeves and layers of delicate white lace ruffles that bounce and swish around my thighs like […]
April 9, 2026
Oh my gosh, girls… I still get butterflies just thinking about it. Every single morning Mommy snaps her fingers and I drop to my knees in front of her, already trembling in the tiny pink satin panties she makes me wear. They’re so delicate, edged with the softest white lace that tickles my smooth little sack and hugs my pathetic micropenis like it’s trying to hide how useless it is. The front is embroidered with tiny sparkling letters that spell “Mommy’s Tiny Toy.” No matter how hard I try, that […]