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“Where did you even get this stuff from?” Lisas question was met with two proud smiles: “Oh, sweetheart, everybody is able to go to the pharmacy and buy some incontinence products. It’s neither illegal, nor complicated!” Karla explained. “And where did you get an adult sized, pink t-shirt that has Pampers written on it? Did you get that from the pharmacy as well?” Beatrice sighed. “No reason to be sarcastic sweetheart. The tshirt was a lucky coincidence, we got it from a second hand store. Can we explain our rules now?” “There’s rules?” Lisa screeched. “Isn’t it enough that I’m dressed like an actual toddler?” “Relax.” Karla made an effort to speak as reassuringly as possible. “It’s not that different from what we have done before. It’s just a little less on the bdsm side. Trust me, I think you’ll actually like it.” “Now if you would allow me to further explain how you’ll spend your week with us,” Beatrice cut her off, “we could save ourselves from a lengthy discussion. We have actually put a lot of thought in these rules Lisa, and I think you’ll realise that they incorporate a lot of the kinks that you have shown to enjoy. You know, denial, omorashi, public humiliation. Now I’ll just start, and you listen closely, alright?

Your diaper is off limits. You are not allowed to touch it, and you are not allowed to reach into it.

The toilet is off limits. You’re wearing these things for a reason.

Expect punishments when you don’t follow our orders. They will differ a lot from the punishments you have received so far, but you will not enjoy them, that’s for sure.

You are not allowed on our bed anymore. We’ve set up a crib next to us, you’ll sleep in there.

When we’re at home, you are not allowed to cover your diaper. When we are in public, that doesn’t mean that you aren’t our little girl anymore. We will however allow you to wear short skirts and dresses, as long as they look childish enough.

That’s basically it. Any questions before we’re going shopping? Remember, you also signed the contract again, so discussions are kind of pointless.”

It had been a year since the courts set my son to the Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys. Over the course of that year they had subjected him to a combination of therapies called Regression Therapy and Feminization, reducing his mental and physical state to that of a baby girl. My husband, though hesitant, went along with it at first. But after we received the 6 month update letter he wasn’t so sure anymore. And after our first visitation he was against continuing it. We ended up arguing about it and it unfortunately ended in our divorce. Now I’m left to re-raise our daughter by myself.

It isn’t easy being a single mother much less one to a teenaged baby. Luckily I don’t have worry about finding a sitter while I’m at work as she’s still enrolled at the School, and they gave me a list of stores that sell adult sized baby supplies but it’s still hard. I don’t blame her of course, I love my little princess. I just wish my ex husband was able to understand why this was all needed. Our son was headed down a path to a life of crime but now she can start over as our daughter. We couldn’t afford to make the same mistakes we did last time and this was the best option to avoid them. I guess all I can do is give her the love and attention she needs and hope for the best.

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The fourth and final part of my Last Chance Reform School for Troubled Boys series. I might make more captions about it following a different family but this is the last for this one.

Art by Rocket Manatee

“Hey, there he is: your date for tonight! Ooh, aren’t you so excited to be going out with a boy your age, little Erika?”

Crikey, Erika’s mom looked almost as young as Erika did. Well, that is, except for the key difference that her blushing daughter was decked out in a onesie, an infantile hair bow, and what appeared to be nothing other than a diaper. The sight left me shocked, slightly amused, and actually a bit turned on, to be honest. Erika had confessed to me that she liked a kink she called “ageplay”, and said it was probably because her mom still tended to treat her like a little kid… I’d said sure, who didn’t like a bit of younger/older roleplay? But this? I’d never expected to see the hot, self-assured young woman I’d met in sociology class to turn out to be such a… well, such a baby.

But Erika’s mom plowed right on, eyeing me all the while in amusement. “Now, she should be all fresh and clean and dry, ready for a big night out with you, young man,” she smiled. “Once we get her party dress on she’ll be all ready to go! But please be careful with her, and make sure she doesn’t get in trouble, okay?” Geez, it sounded like I was going to be taking care of a toddler. And well…judging by that diaper, maybe I was…?

Perhaps she sensed my uncertainty about her daughter’s decidedly unorthodox underwear. Or perhaps she just wanted to shoot down any romantic aspirations I’d had in mind… “Erika’s father and I have a very strict policy for her, young man,” she stated firmly, her fingers maternally stroking the thick padding around her daughter’s crotch. “We don’t want her fooling around with premarital sex just yet, so that’s one of the very good reasons she’s going with you in her diapers. Not very easy to start a petting session when she’s all locked away in a babyish diaper, now, is it?”

I nervously nodded, resignedly waiting out this interminable awkward conversation - just as the flustered Erika seemed to be doing. “And,” her mom continued wryly, “Just in case either of you gets the idea that you can take that safeguard off and start getting physically intimate, we’ve taken additional precautions. I’m certainly not going to tell you how the remote signaling works, but if either of you even starts to remove her diaper, her father and I will know.”

She grinned and patted her daughter’s stomach. “And as for curfew, you’re going to want to get her back home by ten. No really,” she smirked, “I mean it. You see, I’ve made sure to load her up with a double-dose of timed laxatives that are going to have her cramping and filling that pretty little diaper of hers by ten sharp. That’s not exactly how you want your nice romantic date to end, is it? With a smelly little girlfriend waddling home in her messy diaper?” I shook my head mutely, aghast at the measures this lady was taking. Was she actually serious?

She smiled approvingly at my confused acquiescence. “Good, good. And remember - this is your chance to show us how well you can follow our simple rules with Erika. But if you break any of them…” she trailed off meaningfully. “Well, let’s just say that when your next date comes around, Erika won’t be the only one who’ll be put back in diapers. How’d you like that, hmm? How’d you like me to dress you up to match your sweet little girlfriend?”

I gulped, her sardonic laughter ringing in my ears. God, what had I gotten myself into?

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Hey everybody I am so sorry I haven’t been in touch or posting much anymore I’ve been gone for a while been going through some problems but everything’s good now I hope to catch up with everybody

“I had that weird dream again mommy.” I said drinking my after nap bottle.

“What dream Jenny?” Mommy asked looking down at me.

“That dream where my name is Jimmy instead of Jenny and I’m not a bay girl but a teenaged boy and I’m trying to move out.” I explained.

“Well that’s just silly. If you’re name was Jimmy why would I call you Jenny?” Mommy asked with a laugh.

“I know!”

“And if you were a boy you wouldn’t get to wear such pretty clothes.”

“I know that too.”

“And if you moved out who would change your diapers?”

“Exactly!”

“Speaking of diapers I think someone needs a change.” Mommy said rubbing the front of my diaper. “So why don’t you forget all about that silly dream and hop up on the changing table so I can get you into a nice clean diaper.”

“Ok mommy.” I said as mommy helped me stand up.

I don’t understand why I keep having that strange dream but I’ve started to have it less and less ever since Mommy got me that new mobile for my crib that plays that weird but relaxing music so I guess it doesn’t matter. I love mommy and would never leave her or dress in ugly boy clothes.