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The big city really does have everything, doesn’t it? I mean, who’d have ever thought when I moved here last year that I’d be posing now in a frilly dress for you, smiling and wiggling and showing off my padded little behind…and all of my own free will? I mean, I can think of more fun things to do, definitely. But a paycheck sure is nice…

I’d never dreamed that there would be such a demand for stuff like this. Sure, I’m familiar with cat cafés and maid cafés; who isn’t here in Tokyo? But last year when I came here looking around for a job after graduation, a close friend of mine suggested I try out this place. “It’s kind of like a maid café, but different,” was all he’d said… And so I came and interviewed - and got the job the very next week!

At first it didn’t seem like much at all. The owner was super nice, though, and was completely up-front with me and the other new hires about the fact that we would be experimenting with a new kind of café. “People come to a maid café because they want to flirt and look at pretty faces while they’re being served,” he explained patiently. “And I thought, not everybody likes to be waited on; some people like to feel instead like they’re being busy and useful. So why not give people the chance to flirt and see young, pretty faces while also taking care of them?”

Those first couple of weeks were odd, believe me; I honestly almost quit a few times. But it got easier as I got accustomed to all this. Yeah, it’s like you imagine; we have to put on these frilly, babyish outfits as soon as we arrive, because the whole idea is to give the customer a chance to baby us. We’re assigned various ages to play; I’m usually asked to play age two, so that means I’m almost always in little onesies, dresses, sleepers, and of course…diapers. Oh, don’t worry - I don’t mind anymore! They took some getting used to, though, especially when we had to start actually using them and letting customers change us…

But what can I say? The Little Flower Café has supplied a new service, and the demand is clearly there - even though we maybe didn’t know it before. We get lots of older grandmas who just want to mother someone, but also younger guys, too…guys a lot like you, actually. I suppose they must like it for some reason, though I’m not quite sure what…

Anyway, enough about me! I shouldn’t be talking on the job, certainly when I’m supposed to be your kawaii little two-year-old for the next hour. Don’t you like it when I squat down and show you my ruffly little diaper bottom, sir…like this? I’m here to please you and make you smile, after all! Just tell me, sir - what else would you like to do with me this evening?

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Always read ALL the contest information

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“Smile for the camera sweetie.” Sally’s mom said to her as she continued to pout.

Sally’s mom worked for a photography company. During take your daughter to work day Sally had gotten bored and began looking through some of the paperwork on her moms office when she came across a document from Nintendo USA. Apparently they had commissioned her moms company to photograph the winner of a contest. Curious Sally got out her phone and after some quick digging she managed find out more about the the contest. It seemed Nintendo was releasing a new line of Pokémon themed clothing and the winners of the contest would get to model the clothing for advertisements in Japan.

The contest seemed simiple enough. All you had to do was go online and complete a quiz about Pokémon. Sally grinned reading this. She often struggled at school but one thing she was good at was remembering things about Pokémon, both the anime and the games. So Sally started up the quiz and answered all the questions.

“Ha, and people said my knowledge of Pokémon was useless. But now I’m going to be a fashion model in Japan!” Sally thought to herself as she filled out her information before submitting her contest entire.

After a few weeks Sally’s mom walked into her room.

“Um, Sally?” Her mom asked looking over at her.

“Yeah mom?” Sally asked looking up from her Nintendo switch.

“Did you enter the Pokémon fan contest Nintendo was holding?”

“Yes I did. Why? Did I win?!” Sally asked excitedly.

“Oh dear.” Sally’s mom said a little worriedly.

“I didn’t win, did I?” Sally said crestfallen.

“Well actually you did.” Sally’s mom said nervously.

“I did! Wait the. What’s the problem?”

“Sally did you read what type of clothing you’d be middling?”

“I skimmed it, why?”

Sally’s mom the. Went on to explain that the contest was meant for kids between between 5 and 10 with incontinent issues and that the clothing would be diapers and other childish clothing but the company was willing to have her model plus size variants of the clothing.

After hearing this Sally refused to model the clothing at first but eventually agreed after leaning that the photography company was set to loose a lot of money if she refused and under the condition that her mother be the one to photograph her privately.

Sally’s mom had taken her out of school the day of the photo shoot but it still didn’t make her feel less embarrassed about the clothing she was being made to wear. Next time she will definitely remember to read ALL contest information before entering.

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Thanks to @jsolano318 for providing the picture

Art by merunyaa

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.

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.

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.🥰