The one great pleasure was my aunt. Right after arriving for a stay and her discovering I was still wetting the bed and wearing diapers because of it, decided she was going to take on the responsibility to dissuade me from it. She really believed I was wetting the bed to stay in diapers determining that I liked them.
I was ten by then and while I really did like them, I knew she was guessing. In the beginning she started treating me more like a baby diapering me early so I was wearing them before bed. After a time I was taking my bath and getting diapered just before dinner. She even added a baby's bottle.
When I continued to wake wet she found an old Bishop style dress of my cousin's to wear. She called it my baby dress. It was the kind of dress that doesn't have a waist. By the time my two weeks ended I was hooked completely. I was hooked so badly that I started buying girl clothes from the local thrift stores.
It wasn't just girl's clothes but clothes that looked more babyish. Not sure if anyone remembers back as far as I do, but the most striking and babyish adult clothes were "baby-dolls". Baby-dolls were women nylon pajamas that looked very much like baby dresses. Two layers of nylon with the first opaque and the top more sheer and often laced.
They almost always came with full cut "bloomer" panties. I had dozens of stores in and around Market Street and built a sizable collection of "baby dresses" by the time I was a teenager. I always told the women helping that I was shopping for my sister.