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By bj & the bear · Posted
Hopefully he will be, now as for what school will do to the two is another thing. But with the beating Paul got i dont think hes gonna be back in school soon. I cant wait to see how the hospital scene is gonna play out. -
By Kaylaindiapers · Posted
Kyla hated how she was talked to and how everything was explained to her.. She truly felt like she was a little girl in daycare or Nursey school and the Dr talked to her like one.. Nice sweet soft talk with a bit of happiness and excitement in her voice and a little softer like coo sometimes with a bit of a pout with the baby talk.. Damn her she makes it seem I want this! I don’t wanna be a baby! She wanted to cry as she was torn apart of her liked the baby treatment.. ”No no no I’m not a baby!” She cried breaking into tears as she was CONFUSED! -
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By cute little kokiri girl · Posted
Punishment Part Six SO LONG CRIS A few days later I noticed mom in my old bedroom. I had been playing with blocks and teddy bears on the floor in the living room and noticed her going in and out of my old bedroom down the hall. I crawled down to the door to see what she was doing, more from a curious standpoint that anything else. She had an armful of my old black T-shirts and black jeans. "What are you doing, Mommy?" I asked."I'm throwing away all these old clothes. They don't belong in this house any more and this person will not be coming back," she told me. It surprised me and gave me a little shock. My old self was being discarded. This baby thing is who I was for now, I was not longer to be a teenager. If I didn't have any of my old clothes then that meant I only had baby clothes to wear. It hit me kind of deep and I began to cry softly, tears just running down my cheeks. Mom stopped on her next pass through with another armload and noticed my tears."Oh, what's a matter, my poor baby?""Mommy, I need grown up clothes too, don't I?" I whimpered."No, no, silly. My baby will only wear nice new baby clothes for a while. You'll get to wear big girl clothes when you get bigger. You're too small for big girl clothes." This hurt me a little because she emphasized the "small" and I am sensitive about my size since I am always being teased."Mommy, please don't call me small," I pleaded."Now, don't worry about those things. You'll understand when you grow up. Now stay back a bit so mommy can finish clearing out this room." And that was it, my former life ended up in bags on either the curb for trash or in the trunk of the car for Goodwill. I had a hopeless feeling of no return. I was trapped living my life as an infant. It dawned on me that these clothes, these baby clothes, were really "my" clothes. These were the things that I wore and were hanging in my closet. Up to now I just thought of them as simply "baby clothes", not really belonging to anything or anyone. But, they were for me, they were what I got dressed in to got out with Mommy. "My" clothes were defined as baby rompers, frilly short dresses, diapers, rumba panties, tights, bows in my hair and so on. I realized that even I considered these as mine now, not the things that mom made me wear but they were "my" clothes. It was a big distinction and a hard realization. My room was the one with the crib and the changing table. I began to cry and mom tried to picked me up. To this day I don't know why I reacted at that moment, but I suddenly decided to protest the entire treatment of me once again. For some reason I wanted to resist the feelings that had started forming right then. I pushed away from her and said in my most mature voice, "Mom, I don't want to do this anymore. I am not a baby and I don't want to be treated like one." I knew I had shocked her, I could see it in her eyes. She didn't say anything at that moment. She called Wendy on the phone and asked her to come over to watch me. When Wendy arrived my mom told her she'd be back in a little while. I was afraid she was going to start all over again with the paddling and the laxative treatment. I was scared that maybe I had been too vocal and had screwed things up. Mom was gone for a long time. Wendy read to me a bit and gave me lunch. She then laid me down for my nap with a bottle. I drifted off to sleep still worried that I had upset mom a little too much. I was awaken by mom as she was stroking my hair. I looked up and said, "I'm sorry mommy. I didn't really mean it. I don't want you to be mad." "I'm not mad sweetie," she offered. "I just need you to do something for me. Hold out your tongue, please." As I did she said, "I don't mind your tongue stud but I got you a new one. I hope you like it." Wendy stood at the end of the crib and watched. With her there I wanted to be as good as possible. She took out the old stud and then put in a new one. As I started to retract my tongue into my mouth I realized the stud was very wide. The edges of it were caught on the corners of my mouth. Mom helped me get the stud inside my mouth and I could then tell that instead of a small round stud in the middle of my tongue this was a "T" bar. It went across the top of my tongue towards both sides of my mouth. I quickly realized that I could not close my teeth together. As I bit down either one side of the bar or both would be between my teeth. I tried to explain the problem to my mother, "Momwa, I cawn't bit down with thith in my mowth." She just smiled at me. "Now I tawk funny, Momwa," I tried telling her. As I said it the purpose hit home. "I cawn onwee tawk like a babwy now, huh?" I asked her."Yes sweetie, now you can't use those big girl words. You are just a baby, ok?" Moving the bar around in my mouth, I tried to find a spot where I would be able to talk around it but it was too wide to get it out of the way. Further more, I realized that I wouldn't be able to chew; I was going to have to only eat baby food. "Momwa, why are you dowing thith to me? I'm sowwy momwa, I'wwl be gwood for you frwom now on," I bawled. Tears just burst forth and I begin sobbing uncontrollably. Mom got me out of the crib and took me to our chair, held me tightly in her arms and gently rocked me. It was at that moment that I began to feel what this was all about. Even though I was upset with her with my eyes squeezed tightly shut and face buried on her shoulder, it was laying in her arms and being together was why she had made me a baby again, about her wanting to hold me close; to be close to me again. I realized how much I had to begin to want it too, how much I needed her comfort. I needed her, not because she had made me helpless, but because I loved her and really needed her. I could feel the security and joy of being with her emotionally. At that moment it all hit me. It was like all of the past few weeks became condensed into that moment, all those episodes came together at once, and I could clearly see that I loved my mom more than anything. I loved that she had fought to bring me back into her life, to bring us back together as a family. I finally succumbed and let myself fold into complete regression and be a baby with baby needs and thoughts, to be her baby. With tears running down my face, I hugged mom as hard as I could and said, "Oh mommwy, I wuv you so much. I'm so sowwy for evweething. Twank you for hewlping me. I'm gwad I'm your babwy." Mom began crying, "I always just wanted my girl back! The real Cristine." The Punishment Part Seven I AM A BABY, AND PROUD OF IT I now continue to wear diapers and my baby things when I'm at home and on weekends. Over the next month my mother re-trained me and allowed me to grow up again when I go out and for school. Still from time to time, when I am bad, she makes me start over again, in fact I still to this day wear training pants, as she says "It's a constant reminder to be good." As the summer ended mom tried to get me ready to go back to school, but she couldn't get me potty trained again in time. She started setting me on a potty seat 2 weeks before school but I couldn't get the hang of it. Mom had to buy disposables for me to wear to school for the first couple of weeks and then training pants while at school, diapers again when I got home. I wear skirts in order to hide the bulk of the diapers. I am no longer punk, but a dainty little petite girl in a skirt with a big secret underneath. The End
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