Midget Mommy Mimi
My Bio:
Hey guys, I’m Mimi, yes, I met all your needs in a small 3-foot parcel. Not only can I change my baby's dirty diaper while standing, but if I need to suck my baby's milk, I can *blink* before or after changing the baby's dirty diaper! Have you ever wondered what it's like for such a small mother to feed you with her breasts and wait for you to suck them dry? Well, go to mom's room, she has a closet full of diapers, specially for you to change clothes! I know I am very young, but I am full of mother's love, and I will definitely take care of her baby in a great way! The best part of being a little mom is that if you want to be my father, as a little girl, I fit your knees, and I like being a little girl as a daddy. I can change your diaper, I cry like a perfect baby. I can climb directly into my bed and let my father come to see me in the middle of the night. I hope my father can tell me more secrets. I promise I will not tell my mother what my father did while sleeping. If I wet the bed, can you turn my little body over and spank me to wet the bed?
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Body Worship
Breastfeeding
Midget Mommy
Mommy/Son Roleplay
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Diaper Emergency call 
1 (888) 430-2010
May 14, 2010
In Winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle light. In Summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day? Robert Louis Stevenson Minnie
April 16, 2010
They walk down the street- faces reflecting a calmness so unfamiliar to me. Little eyes looking up at them; unknowingly relying upon their presence. We share the same planet, yet I feel upon another. To know the warmth of a soft breath upon my neck and the soundness of sleep upon my breast is no more than a mystery. Time does not cure all wounds of the heart when the soul remains unfulfilled. My eyes turn to the sky and I wonder why I am on a path that no longer fits my feet? Like a flower awaiting spring so it can burst forth with all its splendor, color and life so lies my love- dormant within the depths of my heart yearning to burst forth and be poured upon another. I push my carriage on the sidewalks of life and peer into it; hoping to see love gazing up into my eyes; unconditional, pure, beautiful and magical- only to find the carriage empty. © Ellen M. DuBois Minnie