So I have found new interests in crossdressing. I have been a nappy addict since - well since when? I have tried being a closet cd nl (crossdresser nappylover) but sooner or later I had to face the big wide world out there.

So as I needed some shopping and other factors were favourable I decided to grasp the nettle and go to Tesco as a girl. Tesco is a large supermarket for those not from the UK.

So to get dressed - I laid out a cream with red floral print cotton dress with hem just above the knee that I bought at a charity stall (as a stage prop) together with nearly flesh stockings and a pale red broad suspender belt. I am tall so flat shoes finished the effect.

For underwear two pairs of double terry towell nappy knickers and semitransparent red plastic pants.

Getting dressed - kinky first, a pair of full girlie burgandy gym knickers. I was erect before I pulled them up. Then the nappy knickers followed by the plastic pants, stockings and suspender belt. Snapping the suspenders closed over the plastic pants into the stockings is so final. Not able to pull your knickers down, not allowed to pull your knickers down, not wanting to pull your knickers down. Lastly the dress and shoes.

It is quite surreal to look in the mirror. The bulk of the nappy knickers has given me women's hips and bottom. I look a bit flat chested, but I am lucky - small breasted women don't need a bra and look better without in my opinion. The best is the slight swell of my abdomen. Below my waist my tummy is fuller in the way that so many attractive women are.

So I take the car and one or two things. Sat at the lights I have to pass wind, not lady like but it does confirm the sensation I have of full bowels. I is a warm evening and I certainly need no more clothes.

When I get there I park quite close to the store, but not too close. I want the car to be ready for a getaway. I sit awhile plucking up courage, maybe this is not so good an idea. I reassure myself - I have crossdressed here before - I have used nappies here before. I just havent combined the two - well not until now.

I don't remember making the decision but somehow the car door was open and I was out. I straitened my skirt, locked the door and headed for the store with what felt like every pair of eyes boring holes in my dress seeing my nappies. In fact no one except perhaps the security guard on the door noticed anything and all she gave away was a 'good evening ma'am' and perhaps an almost imperceptable movement of one eyelid - a wink?

I headed strait for the toilets - not the gents, wrong clothes - not the ladies, wrong sex - no, the unisex disabled and there was no one there so I could enter strait away. All the stuff I needed was in my bag, - latex gloves, tissues, cream, six glycerine suppositories still chilly from the fridge.

I undo my suspenders and pull down my knickers just enough to gain access to my anus. then with the latex gloves on I lubricate my back passage with cream and insert all six suppositories, being very careful to ensure the last is a full finger deep and inside my rectal sphincter. A quick wipe of surface excess cream and all the bits are consigned to the bin.

I have to tell myself to take my time settling my knickers back around my bottom and hips. The interference with my anus has made me erect again but the gym knickers discretely hold my phallus while my nappy knickers spread the bulge accross my tummy avoiding an obvious give away.

A look in the mirror - all is well. Emerging from the toilet it again feels as if all those eyes know about crossdressing, nappy knickers and the laxative in my bottom. Yes, the laxative now working its way relentlessly towards only one outcome.

I check my watch - I left home at seven and it is only half past. I collect a trolley and have to force myself to walk slowly. My anus feels itchy and I clench to try to ease the irritation. It is only where the suppositories have left irritating traces as they passed through. Irritating enough to ensure my erection does not fully subside.

Starting shopping I feel I am walking tensly - do people notice - probably not.

I tense my sphincter frequently to counter the irritation feeling my bowels lift and their contents move. I realise that I am speeding the suppository's melt. I try not to clench but find myself doing it anyway.

A short while passes and I am getting on well with my shopping, in fact the irritation has subsided and I have forgotten about being crossdressed in nappies.

Then without warning I realise that I am tense. When I did it I don't know but my anus is clenched. I try to relax and almost immediately a gentle spasm invades my tummy. I feel as if I need a bowel movement.

Knowing full well that every minute spent shopping is a minute closer to an accident I wonder if I should head back to the toilets and relieve myself. I choose to ignore the messages my bowels are sending me and continue pushing my shopping trolley.

Soon I dare not relax for fear of a tummy cramp starting. I look accross the store. Those toilets are what appears to be miles away. The thought that it is already too late to keep my nappy clean causes a mild panic as it goes through my mind.

I pull myself together just as a proper spasm invades my bowels. I have to stand still and I pretend to read the ingredients list on a packet of I can't remember what. Eventually the spasm passes, only to be superceded by another and another. An assistant approaches me, "is everything alright - you look a bit peeky".

I assure the assistant that "I am perfectly ok" and attempt to walk away doing a fairly passable duck waddle.

It isn't much longer before I have to stop and stoop. Those laxatives are winning and I need to relieve myself now. I let my tummy relax, a squirt of laxative escapes into my nappy as the contents of my bowels falls to lie heavenly on the inside of my sphincter. For a moment nothing happens then A spasm grows squeezing my rectum and softening my anus. I start to mess myself. First the resistance of my bottom, then of my buttocks and then of my nappy. I feel the bulge forming and spreading in the seat of my knickers. I let it happen neither helping or hindering the contractions in the pit of my stomach.

The only thing now is to checkout. I wonder if the checkout girl notices.

Back to the car. I have to sit. Slowly I lower my bottom onto the car seat compressing the mess in my nappy.

I relax as an after cramp invades my belly. I make no attempt to prevent myself wetting and messing myself some more.

My hand strays to my lap. I am hard and want to ease the tension. I masturbate discretely through my knickers.

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