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The entire story of the Clark family and The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys all in one post.

All art by Rocket Manatee

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Part 1:

At The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys;

“You have nothing to worry about, your son is in capable hands.” The doctor said reassuringly.

“Though I don’t doubt that doctor, but is all this really necessary?” Mr. Clark asked, still surprised by the courts decision.

“Of course it is. According to the report we were given your son was out of control. Physically and emotionally bullying other students, skipping classes to do drugs, vandalizing private and public property, it’s a wonder the courts didn’t send him here sooner!” The doctor explained. “Ah here’s your son now.”

“Are those restraints necessary?” Mrs Clark asked seeing her son being restrained into a small bed.

“They’re just a precaution. A lot of our patients tend to resist their treatment at the start.” The doctor said calmly.

“What is that you’re injecting him with and is that a diaper?” Mrs. Clark asked as she watched a nurse inject her son with a needle and place a diaper under him.

“And I thought this was a boys school why is there a girl next to him?” Mr. Clark asked confused.

“Oh it is. You see we use a form of therapy called age regression therapy. It involves regressing the patients mind to a childish/infantile mind set so it’s easier to rebuild them into model citizens.” The doctor explained excitedly. “Additionally after comparing data from our sister school for troubled girls we have found that girls have a higher success rate of being rehabilitated into society. So for the past 5 years we have been feminizing our patients into baby girls and there have been no reports of them becoming repeat offenders since. What they’re injecting him with now is a special formula we call Chemical 7-9-18-12. It contains testosterone blockers, estrogen boosters, muscle relaxers to make him incontinent and more docile and a chemical to lower his sperm count/production. By the time he’s released he will be a bubbly little daughter for you to reraise.”

“I always wanted a daughter!” Mrs. Clark exclaimed.

“And all of this is completely reversible should we decide we want him to still be our son?” Mr. Clark asked still not convinced.

“Though I don’t suspect you will as we haven’t had a single case where the parents wanted a son after meeting their new daughter but yes it is all completely reversible.” The doctor said reassuringly.

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Part 2:

A letter from the last chance reform school and clinic for troubled boys;

Dear Mr. and Mrs Clark,

We are sending this friendly letter to update you on your soon to be daughters progress. We are proud to say that at the 6 month mark he is doing very well and is adapting much quicker to his new life than most of his classmates, some of which are still learning how to crawl properly. He quickly learned that good behaviour awards privileges such as use of a walker and more frequent diaper changes, while bad behaviour results in spankings and even more humiliating out fits than the standard baby apparel. He still has some trouble responding to the new name you suggested in your last letter however but I’m sure in time that will improve as well.

The hormone therapy has taken effect and he now has a female figure. Enclosed is a photo taken during playtime in one of his classes.

Hope you are doing well, Senior Administrator Dr. Samantha Gracewell.

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Part 3:

During the last few months of the first year of Regression Therapy parents are encouraged to visit their soon to be daughters at The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic for Troubled Boys in order to help establish a parental bond. This includes taking part in different activities such as feeding and diaper changes.

“Oof. I’ve forgotten how much of a stinky baby she used to be.” Mrs Clark said removing the used diaper from her mentally regressed and feminized son.

“Don’t worry. You’re doing fine.” The supervising teacher said handing her a clean diaper. “By the way where did your husband go?”

“I think he went back to the car. He’s been having second thoughts about all this and I think seeing his son all dressed up like a baby girl was too much for him.” Mrs Clark explained.

“Oh I see. We actually get that a lot. Dads aren’t usually too keen to see their little boys turned into baby girls. Most get over it though once they’re home.” The teacher said reassuringly.

“I hope so.” Mrs Clark said tapping up the diaper.

“So have you decided about whether you want us to go all the way or keep her as a boy? Because you know the deadline for the decision is in a few weeks.” The teacher said as the two looked down at the feminized boy.

“We actually haven’t talked about it but personally I’m leaning towards going all the way. We tried raising her as a boy and look where that lead. Having her be a girl gives both us and her a completely new start and we won’t make the same mistakes as last time.” Mrs Clark explained. “I just hope Dan will be on board with that decision.”

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Part 4:

It had been a year since the courts sent 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 reraise 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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It was the start of a new season. The tree tops blazed with autumn foliage. A crisp breeze plucked a quivering bronzed leaf and carried it gently to the path which crossed the park in a great sweeping motion, like a giant rocking a baby to sleep.

The leaf made a satisfying crunch under Maisey's boot. She giggled loudly with childlike ignorance to the fact bystander's turned to see why a 23 year old young women was seemingly as delighted to be kicking up leafs and splashing in puddles as a little child would be.

She turned to her partner, Amelia, and grinned wildly, seeking praise for her accomplishment.

"Well done baby. That one matched your cute little hair clips." Amelia beamed and squeezed her partners hand, she was pleased with how well Maisey seemed to be taking the recent adjustment in their relationship dynamic and lifestyle. Not only was it the start of a new season but autumn also marked the turning of a new leaf in this chapter of their life's. After much deliberation, Maisey had agreed to become 'Mummy's Little Girl', full time, not just in the privacy of their own home.

They were each thankful this was something they could enjoy together. Whilst public displays of MD/LG and other ageplay dynamics weren't wholly mainstream, it was largely tolerated since the Regression Revolution.

For her part, Amelia was glad to be able to let her baby enjoy play outside and in a variety of settings, rather than it being confined to the home, which had lead to a frustrating bobbing in and out of Littlespace for Maisey previously.

Since embracing babyhood 24/7, including in public, Maisey could regress deeply without feeling like she had to hold a part of herself back incase she needed to switch back to being grown up.

Amelia had noticed the deep regression had effected Maisey in a number of ways. Shed was quicker to turn to tears if she was upset about something, but generally happier all round. She was less able to communicate way she wanted but her needs were simpler to take care off, generally constant cuddling and attention seemed to do the trick. Her libido didn't seem to be effected but thick diapers were a means of chastity, stopping Maisey from touching herself inappropriately.

Amelia remembered her little girl hadn't needed a diaper change before they had left home but they had been walking for some time now and she knew there would be tears if Maisey leaked and had to waddle home in wet socks.

"Baby. Can you come here for a second?" Amelia asked.

"Why Mummy?"

“I have to check you diaper sweetie."

Maisey obediantly stood on the spot and dutifully held her skirt as Amelia lifted it and then probed the leg guards of the diaper cover.

"Yep, just as I suspected. The sog monster snuck in when we weren't looking."

"Oh no. Not Again!“ Maisey giggled and squeezed her thighs to feel the squish of her heavily wet diaper. Amelia was curious to know if Maisey could even tell when she was wetting herself recently? She supposed eventually Maisey would be completely reliant on diapers after continuously wearing them.

"Let's get you changed."

Amelia toted her diaper bag and led them over to a bench which would make a suitable impromptu changing table. Maisey sat on the bench with a squish and swung her legs around so that her mummy could undo the snaps of her diaper cover. She loved how being Little meant that in exchange for generally being well behaved and obediant, her Mummy took care of all the little responsibilities, allowing her to be carefree like a child. She never had to worry about holding her bladder incase she over soaked her diapers because Amelia would always be looking out for her.

"Let's see what the damage is." Amelia said to herself as she pulled back the diaper cover to reveal the saturated cloth padding beneath.

"Can we see the duckies before we go home?“ Maisey asked as her diaper area was wiped.

"We sure can!" Amelia answered enthusiastically. She laughed to herself and how innocent her Little One had become. When they'd starter their kink journey together being changed in public would have been mortifying for Maisey but here she was now, just like any other baby, albeit bigger.

"Yay! I love you Mummy."

baby’s first bottle!! yay we got it at the dollar store and it’s perfect, i love minnie! 💗🤍

daddy made warmed vanilla cinamon sugar almond milk! fancy huh? 🥛

and YES that’s ian and dad in the background, we got them in mystery packs today too at the dollar store. love them! too cute. makes me want to watch onward again! daddy?

The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys: The Clark Family; 3 Years Later

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It has been three years since Mrs. Clark’s son Mark was sent to The Last Chance Reform School and Clinic For Troubled Boys. During his first year their he was feminized and regressed into a teen sized baby girl. Near the end of his fist year at the school Mark became Melody as his mother gave the go-a-head for the school to preform SRS on him.

Unfortunately around the same time Melody’s parents had gotten divorced. Melody’s mother had been awarded custody of their new daughter and began reraising her. Over the three years since Melody was first sent to the reform school her mental state has been slow returning to that of a girl her age and is currently that of a preteen though still needing diapers.

“So how are things with you?” Sandra asked her bestfirend/sister-in-law over zoom.

“I’m doing fine. The school says that Melody is progressing nicely through her treatment. In fact she has a dance recital coming up next month.” Mrs. Clark replied.

“I’m guessing they’ll be expecting us to attend?” Mr. Clark asked his ex wife.

“Well YOU don’t have to come but yes. Melody specifically asked her teacher for 3 tickets so you and your sister can attend.” Mrs. Clark said a little annoyed.

“Moooooooooom!” Melody called walking into her mothers office in just her T-shirt and diaper.

“What is it Melody? Can’t you see I’m busy?” Mrs. Clark asked as her daughter grabbed her arm.

“Oh Hi Daddy! Hi Aunt Sandra!” Melody said looking at the computer screen.

“Hey Melody.” Sandra said stifling a laugh as Mr. Clark just looked away.

“Mom we’re going to be late for my dance rehearsal!” Melody explained turning back to her mother.

“It’s not for another 40 minutes sweetie. Well go in a few minutes.” Mrs. Clark told her mentally regressed daughter.

“But mom, I need a change before we go.” Melody said blushing a bit.

“Alright go get on your changing table I’ll be their in a minute.” Mrs. Clark said before turning back to her computer. “Sorry guys I have to go. I’ll call back when I get back.” She said before ending the call.

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The story of the Clark Family returns! This time 3 years later.

Art by Rocket Manatee