I Laid On My Tummy On The Soft Carpet Of Dada's Home Office, Swinging My Feet Back And Forth. I Was Busy

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!

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Regression Disease

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Mary sighed as she fed her daughter. It had almost been a year since the doctors diagnosis. Regression Disease.

“It usually starts with mild bed wetting, maybe once every two weeks, which slowly progresses to ever night. It isn’t long before the patient starts to have daytime accident as well. They also slowly find themselves beginning to be attract to infantile items and behaviours as their teen or adult mind recedes in on itself essentially making them a prisoner in their own mind.” The doctor explained. “We still aren’t sure what causes it but those over 40 appear to be immune. Luckily we do have a cure for it but it isn’t going to be easy.”

The doctor explained that the only known cure was for the patient to stop fighting the disease and completely let go, allowing the baby persona to take over completely then slowly reraise and reintroduce them to their old life. Similar to amnesia patients.

Mary sighed again as her daughter refused to eat her baby food. Per the doctor’s instructions Mary had moved all her daughters teen stuff into storage and replaced them with baby stuff. But they were a year into the treatment and there was little sign of improvement. Mary could see it in her daughters eyes. She was still in there fighting tooth and nail to stay and act her age. Mary couldn’t blame her. She had always been a fighter and a bit stubborn. She was almost proud of her for hanging in this long! But she needed to give in if she wanted to get better. Mary took another spoon full of food and tried once more to feed her brave, regressing daughter.

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Thanks to @jsolano318 for providing the picture

Art by CRICKET2G

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?

Image Credit: BabyGals.JP?

Please keep my caption intact if reblogging; as long as you do, may you get an unexpected bonus next pay period.

I think my number one, all-time, most improbable fantasy is to go to an AB/DL daycare, where a class of littles are overseen by a group of nannies, teachers and babysitters dedicated to providing quality care to the boys and girls under their watch. 

I don’t think this could ever happen, outside of a well-orchestrated CAPCon or TeddyCon style event, but it doesn’t stop me from thinking about this fantasy. This is a concept that I see all the time in some of my favorite AB/DL authors’ works but if it were to be PERFECT in my eyes, it would have to include these elements:

A huge playroom! This is probably the biggest need for the AB/DL daycare, because that’s where everyone would spend most of their day. There would be plenty of places to run around and play games, and there would have to be upscaled size play furniture to climb on, lots of fun toys and enough stuffed animals for everyone to have their pick!

A nap room, littles need plenty of rest to play all day, so there would have to be a quiet place to get away from the excitement in the playroom. There would be plenty of cribs with comfy mattresses and lots of blankies and pillows, and cozy rocking chairs for the nannies to feed the sleepy littles their bedtime bottles and rock them to sleep before putting them down for their naps.

A cafeteria! All that playtime will make a little very hungry very quickly, and those naptime bottles will only go so far. Our nannies will have a fully stocked kitchen and pantry to feed our littles, and each little will be secured in a padded highchair with a five-point harness. Those who identify as toddlers can have their hands, but the baby regressors will have their hands cuffed to their sides, and will need their caregiver to feed them.

Plenty of changing tables, of course, because one will never suffice. There at least needs to be a pair of tables in the playroom for quick changes that get the littles back to playtime as quickly as possible, and two in the nap room so that diaper changes can be done before nap time, and so bedwetters can have a fresh diaper right when they wake up.

A very limited bathroom for the littles that think they are ready to use the potty. Inside is a normal toilet for the caregivers, and a special small potty for the littles, but there’s no privacy when using that one so that the caregivers can supervise. If the little doesn’t make it in time, caregivers don’t have to worry because there’s a bathtub to clean them off and a changing table to the side for when silly babies get put back into their diapers.

A closet for the naughty littles. No, this isn’t the chokey from Matilda, this is a storage closet that keeps paddles and hairbrushes out of reach from littles, but at an arms reach for our caregivers. Sometimes you just need to correct a naughty little’s behavior on the spot in front of all their friends, and taking them over your knee for a quick spanking with their diaper pulled down is a perfect solution to most transgressions.

Actually, let’s also have a whole punishment room! Littles who are especially naughty will be taken out of class and brought directly to the punishment room, which has a spanking bench, a changing table with lots of restraints, a crib outfitted with a segufix and a other BDSM furniture pieces. When a spanking just doesn’t cut it, littles will cry out their apologies quickly as they are dragged to the punishment room for a proper attitude adjustment.

A theatre room, but instead of comfy leather chairs, lets make it a bunch of adult-sized baby bouncers to keep the babies in place while Disney movies are played all day. It’s so relaxing to just take a break and laugh along with your friends at animated hijinks without having to worry about missing anything for a potty break.

An arts and crafts room for creating pictures and paintings to take home to mommy/daddy after daycare! There’s lots to do as the teacher guides the little through a craft, but this room would have to be close to the bathroom, just in case a little needs to be cleaned and have their diaper changed after getting messy with the finger paint!

A classroom to learn in! We want our littles to be well-developed smarty-pantses, so we teach them basic math, reading, social studies and science for a little time each day. It’s never challenging, but its always fun!

What would you want to do at AB/DL daycare? Am I missing anything?

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.