Freddysghost - Baby Nami

Daddy wanted to see me sit down in my very yucky mushy diaper tonight. So of course I had to be a good girl and make a little video for him.🥰

Tumblr doesn’t like the picture I had for this short story but you can find it here:

https://koolcat7719.wordpress.com/2017/05/30/un-potty-trainingdiaper-discipline-mommy-linas-abdl-services/amp/

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At the last chance reform school and clinic for troubled boys;

Doctor: You have nothing to worry about, your son is in capable hands.

Father: Though I don’t doubt that doctor, but is all this really necessary?

Doctor: 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 wounded the courts didn’t send him here sooner! Ah here’s your son now.

Mother: Are those restraints necessary?

Doctor: They’re just a precaution. A lot of our patients tend to resist their treatment at the start.

Mother: What is that you’re injecting him with? Is that a Diaper?

Father: And I thought this was a boys school why is there a girl next to him?

Doctor: 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. 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.

Mother: I always wanted a daughter!

Father: And all of this is completely reversible should we decide we want him to still be our son?

Doctor: Though I don’t suspect you will as we haven’t had a single case where the parents want a son after meeting their new daughter but yes it is all completely reversible.

The best feeling ever is a wet diaper, this skirt doesn’t quite hide it though xD

“This is what I wanted. This is what I wanted.” I kept repeating to myself.

It was true this was what I wanted but now that it’s happening I have mixed feelings. For a two years now I had been secretly wearing my older sister’s clothes without her knowing. Then one day out of curiosity I tried on one of my little sister’s goodnites and was instantly hooked. From then on I started wearing my little sisters clothes instead and slowly realized that I wanted to be a baby girl. I didn’t know how to tell my mom about my feelings so I started getting careless about not being caught. And then it happened.

One day my mom said she and my sisters were going out and wouldn’t be back until the evening of the next day and that I’d have the house to myself for the night. I took the opportunity to sleep exactly like a baby in my little sisters cote with foldable rails. We ate dinner as night and soon I was completely alone. I changed out of my boy clothes and into one of my little sisters goodnite and nightgowns. I got into the cot and pulled up the rails before putting the Disney Princess blankets over me and snuggled with one of the stuffed animal my little sister usually did.

I woke up the next morning with a strange taste in my mouth and a cold wet feeling between my legs. Before I could fully wake up and start analyzing what was going on I heard someone open the bedroom door. I looked over to see my mom walk in and close the door behind her.

“Good morning baby girl.” She said walking over to me. “I’m sorry I lied about you having the house to yourself for the night but I had to know if you actually were the who was stealing your sisters clothes and goodnites.” She then explained that she knew someone had been taking my little sisters goodnites and dresses for awhile now but didn’t know if it was me or my older sister, so she set this night up as a trap to see if it was me and was planning something similar next week if it was my sister. “But I guess there’s no point now that I found my new baby girl.” As she was explaining I realized that the strange taste in my mouth was a pacifier. “Don’t bother trying to say that this is your first time or a one time thing as I already found your stash of her clothes that were supposed to be donated to goodwill.” She said before I could retort. “Now here are the rules you will be following from now on:”

1. Because this must be what you want you are a baby girl now and will be expected to behave as such. This means you are the youngest member of the family making your little sister your older sister and you will address her as such.

2. You are no longer allowed to wear pants. From now on you will only wear skirts, dresses and tights.

3. The toilet is off limits. You will wear and use your diapers for their intended purpose.

4. You will refer to me as mommy just like all baby girls address their mothers.

“Now lets get you changed. The medicine on the pacifier I put in your mouth last night should have made you wet by now.” She lowered the rails and changed me into a pink despicable diaper, pink dress, white tights and put two pink bows in my hair. “Remember this is what you wanted.” She said before leaving to get breakfast ready.

“This is what I wanted.” I said to myself.

Always Read The Course Syllabus

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I’m sure we’ve all heard the story of the guy that accidentally ended up joining the girls gym class after writing down the wrong course code when selecting his courses for the year. But that’s all it was right? A story they tell new students to make sure they sign up for the right course. Nobody would be that stupid. Or so I thought.

At my high school they offer a wider range of courses than most. Some of them considered strange and unusual. And some, unfortunately, are spelled similar to other classes.

Enter my dyslexic ass. I thought I was signing up for Shop Class when I wrote down the class code. Imagine my surprise when I showed up to class only to find out it was Swap Class!

I went to the school counsellor to see if I could and get switched into shop but unfortunately I was told that all the elective classes were full and that I was stuck.

“The point of Swap Class,” The teacher explained. “Is to give you experiences you wouldn’t otherwise have the chance to.”

What that meant was that our names were all put on one of two parts of a wheel and who ever we landed on our lives were swapped. There was one problem though. There was an uneven number of students in the class so the teacher put the category of Random on the wheel as well.

How random worked was each student put a life experience suggestion into a hat and who ever landed on random would pull one of the suggestions out of the hat and that will be the life they’ll live for the rest of the course.

If I ever find out who wrote Baby Girl I’ll kill them. The moment I drew the suggestion the teacher wrote a note and sent me to the nurses office where I was changed into a diaper and given a girls uniform.

It wouldn’t be so bad if it was just at school but apparently the teacher called our parents and told them we have to continue the assignment at home as well! It took my parents less than a week to put all my boy stuff in storage, turning my room into a giant pink girly nursery. They even put a lock on the bathroom so I had to use my diapers! To top it all off they’ve even enrolled me in daycare when I’m not at school.

Oh and did I mention the course spans two semesters?! This is going to be a long school year.

My advice and warning to you is to READ THE COURSE SYLLABUS!