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The differences between America and Canada

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My dad works for the military so we ended up moving around a lot over the years. The most resent move has been from LA to Vancouver. At the end of my last day of school before the move I began saying goodbye to my friends when the new transfer student from Canada asked to speak to me in private. She began telling me some spiel about Canadians not potty training their children and diapers being mandatory for anyone under the age of 21. She then lifted her skirt and showed that she was wearing a diaper as proof. Of course I laughed it off, I mean there’s no way that’s true right?

Well imagine my surprise a few weeks after we moved in when my new school uniform arrive and included with it was a pack of 25 teen sized diapers. Not just medical diapers mind you these looked like they were designed for teen sized babies! To make matters worse the uniform did very little to hid them!

My mom accompanied me to the principals office as part of my first day orientation. The principal understood my unique situation being from America and already being potty trained but explained that there were no student toilets at the school and introduced me to one of the school nurses who said that she was there to change my diaper should the need arise. I told her off saying that there was no way in hell that I’d ever willfully use a diaper like some baby. To which she just smirked and said “we’ll see”.

I had a few close calls during the first week but managed to keep myself from using any of the diapers that they were forcing me to wear as a part of the uniform. Luckily my parents didn’t make me wear them and I was aloud to wear my panties outside of school. But as the days went by I began to notice something strange. It started when I would wake up in the morning, for some reason I’d wake up to my panties moist and smelling like pee. I didn’t wet the bed it was just a little moist. At the time I chalked it up to not whipping properly before bed, but then I began to notice that whenever I needed to pee the tiniest amount would leak out causing my panties to become moist like in the morning. What the hell was going on. Then one day I woke up to find that I had wet the bed!

“It’s a fluke! A one time thing! I didn’t wet the bed! I’m not a baby like the rest of these Canadian losers!” I remember telling myself.

I quickly changed the sheets and put the wet ones in the wash before heading off to school. But my problems didn’t end there. During second period for some reason my bladder would not behave. It felt super full and begging for release! “What’s wrong with me I didn’t drink that much today. Did I not empty all of it onto my bed last night?” I thought as I struggled to hold it in. But it was too late. By the time the bell rang for lunch I had completely soaked my diaper and begrudgingly began my walk down to the nurses office to get changed.

“Ah. There you are.” The Nurse said looking over at me. “I was wondering when you’d finally find yourself here.” She said with a laugh. “Have a seat over there I’ll change you once I’m finished with this little one.”

After that day I started wetting all the time both during the day and at night. It wasn’t long until all my panties and other big girl clothes were thrown away and replaced by diaper and other Canada teen baby clothes. I guess it isn’t to bad though. Once I put my pride aside I actually managed to make some friends and while I still find the notion of a law mandating that everyone under the age of 25 to be in a car seat and not allowed in the front seat a little crazy the car seats themselves are quite comfortable.

“I still feel a little guilty about what we did.” My mom said to my dad as I listened to my music.

“I know honey but look how happy she is now. She’s fitting in at her new school, she’s making friends.” My dad said looking back at me.

“I know but putting those strange drugs in her food?”

“Well they were proscribed by the Nurse at her school so it’s like we just went out and started mixing medication on our own. Besides I read that almost all the food in Canada contains micro traces of the compounds the drugs are made of so it would have happened eventually. We just helped it along.”

“But if that’s true then are we at risk of becoming incontinent?”

“No. At the end of puberty the human body begins producing a hormone that neutralizes their affects. We’ll be fine and so will she. Trust me.”

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A sequel to my caption about a girl moving from Canada to America. This time it’s the reverse with a girl from America moving to Canada.

Art by Rocket Manatee.

I bought some new overalls, the only trouble was hiding my diapers so I just decided to let my diaper flag fly. What do you think? Good look?? 😘😘😘🦄🦄🦄

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

Image: Rocket Manatee www.cushypen.com

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."