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From my own experience and my readings on here, this observation is one of the key aspects of untraining continence in any useful way. It's an essential step.

Note: This story was inspired by @Personalias' Mini Story: The Best Baby You Can Possibly Be, and continues my tradition of a cold case file style, spooky story at Halloween-time. Enjoy!   Deep in the FBI’s Vault of Records are cold cases, fewer than half of which are public record. A small portion are classified UNX, which stands for Unexplainable. Those who hear only a summary dismiss them as elaborate pranks. To the open-minded, they are curiosities; to everyone else, secrets better left in the dark. Amongst the UNX files is a box labeled “The Adult Baby Daycare”, written by hand with a permanent marker. EVIDENCE #1: Missing Persons Report  Priscilla Gaynes (24/F) was reported missing on 7/5/2018 by her roommate, Riley Lanchester, and her boyfriend, Travis Gurrey. She was last seen in her bed the night of 7/4. There was no sign of forced entry; all windows were locked from the inside, and building surveillance shows no footage of her leaving. Case status: Inactive. EVIDENCE #2: Atlanta Police Department Incident Report  On 4/12/2019, an unidentified female was taken into custody in Atlanta, Georgia, for indecent exposure. She was disoriented and gave her name only as “Prissy” or “Cella.” She was transported to Grady Memorial Hospital for evaluation, identified via NCIC as Priscilla Gaynes, and linked to the New York missing persons case. Charges were dismissed, and the case was referred to the FBI Atlanta Field Office. EVIDENCE #3: Physical Evidence (Items 3A, 3B)  3A: One (1) cloth bib. 3B: One (1) adult diaper, used, urine only. These were the only clothing items on the subject at the time of arrest. Neither item bears manufacturer markings, tags, or lot numbers. Both are sealed in evidence bags. Note: A sample from 3B was taken for urine testing prior to sealing. EVIDENCE #4: Audio file with attached transcript  Audio interview of Priscilla Gaynes, age 24. Was reported missing by her boyfriend and roommate in New York City on 7/5/18, and she was discovered 281 days later, wandering the streets of Atlanta, Georgia, confused, disoriented, and wearing only a diaper and a bib. Agent Buckley conducted the interview, joined by KYE. KYE: Okay, recording has started. It’s Sunday, April 14th, 2019. I am Special Agent Johnathon Kye, with Special Agent Cassandra Buckley, and we are interviewing Ms. Priscilla Gaynes. (A female clears her throat uncomfortably and shifts in her seat, causing the feet of the chair to slide against the ground slightly, and a soft crinkle is almost covered up by forced coughing.) BUCKLEY: Priscilla, let’s, um, let’s start at the beginning. Can you tell us where you were and what you were doing on July 4th, 2018? GAYNES: Yeah, I… I was in my apartment with my roommate, boyfriend, and, uh, a bunch of friends and coworkers. We were celebrating the fourth, so we had uh… weenies, and — KYE: Weenies? GAYNES: (Laughs uncomfortably) Yeah, like, you know, the… food. They go in buns, you eat ‘em with ketchup or picklies, or whatever. (Pause) You know, weenies! BUCKLEY: Hot dogs? (Long pause) GAYNES: Yeah… that. (Pause) Anyway… so, wee — hot dogs, and uh, Jell-O, and… uh, juice. BUCKLEY: Juice? GAYNES: Yeah, my favorite is strawberry! KYE: Okay… let’s, uh, keep going. GAYNES: Right, so, we had a good time, sang a lot of songs, and danced, and - and then I, uh, was really tired, so I went to bed. KYE: Do you remember anything unusual that night when you went to bed? Anything different from your usual routine? GAYNES: (hums in consideration) Well, my boyfriend tucked me in. He made sure I was padded ‘cause I had a lot of juice and he didn’t want me to wet the bed. (Pause) BUCKLEY: Can you explain what you mean by ‘padded’? (Pause) GAYNES: (Whispering) Diaper. KYE: Please speak up for the recording (Two distinct, heavy noises suggest KYE tapped the table or the recorder.) GAYNES: R-right. Um, well, being padded means… uh, wearing a… uh, uh, a d-diaper. BUCKLEY: Was that… normal behavior of your boyfriend? GAYNES: (Uncomfortably laughing) Ye-yeah. So, like, I - I … well, I like… (indistinct babbling) It just… (Quietly) fuck me. KYE: I’m sorry, Priscilla, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. We wouldn’t be asking these kinds of questions if it wasn’t relevant to the case. GAYNES: I… yeah. I know… BUCKLEY: There’s no judgment here. We just want to help figure out what happened, and how we can find who is responsible. (Pause) Please, take your time. GAYNES: Thanks… could I, maybe… have a bottle? Er, no, not like that. Like, uh, a cuppy? No, cup! Of water! KYE: Yeah. Of course. (KYE stands up and leaves the room, softly closing the door behind him. The legs of a chair shift against the floor.) GAYNES: (Whispering) I have a, uh, a… f-fetish, so we, uh, you know… so yeah, th - that was normal. BUCKLEY: (Softly) Understood. Thank you. (Pause) Did your roommate know about it? GAYNES: (Whispering) Yes. BUCKLEY: (Softly) Okay… okay. Hmm…  (Louder) So you went to bed, “padded” as normal. Then what happened? GAYNES: Well… because I had drank so much, I slept super well. Like a b — uh, like… like, I don’t even remember Travis coming to bed — my boyfriend. (BUCKLEY hums to acknowledge) But the next thing I remember, I smelled baby powder. A lot of it. And there was humming, and soft chimes from, like, a - uh - well, like from a kid’s jewelry box where there’s that little ballerina dancer. You know those things? BUCKLEY: Oh, yeah. I had one growing up. A music box. GAYNES: Yes! (KYE re-enters the room; GAYNES thanks him and takes a break to drink from the bottle of water.) GAYNES: Oh, shoot… sorry, I’m not used to - uh - sorry. KYE: It’s okay. It’s just water; it won’t stain. GAYNES: Right… so I hear this humming and music box-like music, and I open my eyes, and I’m in a crib. A HUGE crib. Like, had to be a normal mattress. I’m in footie pajamas and a diaper with a pacifier and — KYE: And none of this is what you went to bed wearing? (GAYNES stammers and shifts uncomfortably; there is a crinkling noise accompanying the groans of the chair) GAYNES: N-no, I think I went to bed in a t-shirt of Travis’s… and uh, the diapee – er, diaper wasn’t… like… it wasn’t my normal… BUCKLEY: How did you know? GAYNES: (Laughing uncomfortably) Well, it just… it felt different. It was much thicker than what I’m used to. It’s hard to - to explain. KYE: Thicker as in… it was used? (GAYNES groans, which is quickly muffled by her hands. Long pause followed by a sigh.) GAYNES: (Whispering) Oh god, this is - is so awkward. (Groans)  So… um, no. I mean, yes, it was used, but like, I could tell it was thicker, even like… maxed out. So just… in general, it was a much… thicker diaper than I’m… used to. (Long pause) BUCKLEY: Okay. So, it wasn’t the same diaper you went to sleep in. GAYNES: (Quietly) Correct. BUCKLEY: Okay. Thank you. Please continue. GAYNES: So, I… I sort of, like… started panicking. I wasn’t home, I wasn’t in my bed, I wasn’t in my clothes, and I started screaming at the top of my lungs. And this lady rushes over… KYE: Can you describe her? GAYNES: Yeah, she looked… older, but not old. So, 40s maybe? She had light brown hair, greyish-blue eyes, sort of a square jaw with high cheekbones and dimples when she smiled. She wore her hair up in a messy bun with like, these side-swept bangs on the left side of her head. She was… um, curvy. Very curvy and maybe… I don’t know, 5’10”? So, like, tallish, but not crazy. KYE: White? GAYNES: Yeah, I think so. BUCKLEY: Any distinguishing marks? GAYNES: Yeah, but… not… like, super evident. (Long pause where there are indistinguishable noises of discomfort, mixed with chair groans and crinkling) She’s got a… a birthmark on her… (clears throat) right breast. BUCKLEY: Okay. Can you describe its shape and where it is? GAYNES: I can… draw it? BUCKLEY: That’s fine. I will narrate what I see for the recording, and you say if anything is wrong or missing. GAYNES: (Softly) Okay. (GAYNES is given paper and a pencil, and scribbles are drowned out by the agents moving around, refilling water, and adjusting papers. BUCKLEY clears her throat when the drawing is done.) BUCKLEY: Priscilla has drawn a pair of large breasts, noted for size in comparison to the shoulders and torso, with what appears to be slightly larger than normal nipples. (Pause) A swirl-shaped mark appears on the right breast, lateral to the nipple, approximately 1 to 2 centimeters. (Pause) Priscilla, is this possibly a tattoo? GAYNES: I… I don’t know. It looked natural. KYE: Did you see this when you first met her? Was she shirtless? GAYNES: No, I… I saw it later. BUCKLEY: Okay. We’ll touch on that when we get to it. GAYNES: (Mumbling) Great. KYE: So, you were screaming, and this lady rushes over to you? GAYNES: Yeah, and she - she just starts comforting me and talking to me like I’m a, uh, a… baby. (Someone hums in affirmation) GAYNES: N-not like… Travis did, like, sexually or… like, role-playing or anything. Like, for real. KYE: Sorry to ask this — how could you tell the difference? GAYNES: Uh… KYE: I’m only asking because we need to establish the dynamic and understanding here. If, for example, this woman knew of your… role-playing with your boyfriend, we need to rule out that she was replicating that, like for a service. GAYNES: Wait, are you - are you saying like… you think I wanted this? KYE: We have to — GAYNES: Are you kidding me?! (Chairs screech against the floor) BUCKLEY: Priscilla, please, we have to rule out – GAYNES: I DIDN’T ASK FOR THIS! KYE: Let’s take a break. GAYNES: LOOK AT ME! YOU THINK I WANTED THIS?! (The door opens as GAYNES lets out a frustrated yell) GRIFFIN: Priscilla, it’s okay, it’s okay. (GAYNES begins crying) BUCKLEY: For the record, Dr. Debra Griffin has entered the room. She is a Forensic Psychologist and the Victim Specialist attached to the case.  Dr. Griffin - Priscilla - should we take a break? GRIFFIN: Hold on. (GAYNES’ cries are muffled as GRIFFIN consoles her) Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay. Priscilla, do you need a break? We can… get you changed, more comfortable, get some fresh air, maybe? (GAYNES whines)  Okay. Great, thank you. She’ll take that break, thank you, Agents. – END OF SEGMENT 1 – – BEGINNING OF SEGMENT 2 – KYE: Okay, recording has started. Special Agents Kye and Buckley are interviewing Priscilla Gaynes, with Dr. Debra Griffin joining. BUCKLEY: For the record, we discussed this ahead of time with Miss Gaynes before joining the interview again, but I would like to reiterate that the purpose of our questions is to establish the facts and give us a clear direction as we investigate. (GAYNES murmurs something indistinct) GRIFFIN: (Softly) Yes, it’s best to ask to clear it up. Would you like me to ask? (Pause) Okay. (louder) Priscilla would like to know if Travis is a suspect? KYE: At this point, everyone is. Your testimony is all we have to go off of right now, so we can’t rule anything, or anyone, out. GAYNES: (Whispering) He wouldn’t… BUCKLEY: I believe you, Priscilla. But we need to verify. Everything must be defensible on record, or we aren’t doing our job. GAYNES: (Whispering) Okay… KYE: So, you were approached by this woman who started talking down to you as if you were a baby? GAYNES: Yeah. (Clears throat) She lowered the wall of the crib and she, um, she started hugging me, patting my back, and… (Whispering) Fucking… (Clears throat) She checked my diaper. (Sighing) And she just, like, fucking lifts me out of the crib like I weigh nothing. KYE: Was she particularly muscular? GAYNES: No, that’s why it’s so weird. She pulled me out and, like, I was like… ON her hip! She held me like a baby as if it was nothing, and she wasn’t straining or even, like, commenting about it! BUCKLEY: Are you saying this woman was holding you with one arm? Like this? GAYNES: Yes! (Pause) I - I swear. I’m not making this up. GRIFFIN: No one said you were lying. GAYNES: (indistinct mumbling, then a sigh) Okay, whatever. So I tried to get down and she held me firm, and like… it was so weird, she talked to me like I was a baby, and at times it was like she didn’t understand me, but then there were times she did and was responding directly to me. In this case, I, uh, I don’t think she did. I think she just sort of narrated what she was doing and placed me on a changing table and strapped me down. She sang and just… acted all sweet about it. KYE: Did she give you her name? GAYNES: Eventually, but not right away. KYE: Did she know yours? GAYNES: Oh yeah. She called me Prissy, or Cella. Or… maybe she always called me Cella and others called me Prissy? BUCKLEY: Others? GAYNES: Yeah. It wasn’t just her. There was an entire staff of these nut jobs. KYE: Staff? GAYNES: Okay, you know what? Let me just… let me lay this out, okay? KYE: By all means. GAYNES: So, where I woke up, turns out, is like some kind of daycare, or they pretend it is. But there aren’t any real kids there. It’s all adults. And all of the staff that work there are dressed in, like, sort of like kindergarten teacher outfits? And they’re all like Mrs. Bear. They’re all freakishly strong; they all talked down to all of us like we’re babies, and they all… you know, did everything you’d expect. Changed us, fed us, put us down for naps, played with us, read stories to us. And they were all code-named after animals, so it’s Mrs. Bear, Miss Bunny, Mr. Monkey, Mrs. Owl, Mr. Turtle, and Miss Fish. I’ll… give you descriptions for all of them. I know them well.  Every day was the same as the last. We wake up in cribs, get changed out of PJs into new diapers and some baby outfit, and are fed breakfast in high chairs. Then we did a joint activity, where all of the… teachers, I guess — it’s what they called themselves — join all of us for some kind of nursery song, game, or whatever. Sometimes a teacher read us a story, sometimes it was duck, duck, goose, sometimes it was just singing. Then we were given free time in the area, then lunch, then naptime, then the play area again, then dinner, then bath, then story time from the cribs, then lights out. Same thing, day after day after day. (Long pause) BUCKLEY: You said they sometimes understood you. Can you explain? GAYNES: Yeah. (Sighs) Mostly it was early on. I tried to explain there had been a mistake, and they would laugh and act like I was telling some cute imaginary story. For like… days, they did this. Acting like I was being precocious. “Ohh, yeah? And then what?” Nonsense like that.  But then, suddenly, I guess they were tired of it. Mrs. Owl walked me to another part of the daycare with, like, a death grip on my hand. KYE: Is she dragging you? GAYNES: (sighs) Sort of. The strength difference made it so, like… she could have dragged me, but I wasn’t going to risk that. KYE: Is she hurting you? GAYNES: Again, sorta… she wasn’t, like, crushing my hand, but she was holding hard enough that there was no way to free my hand. And… I guess… it was more that I knew I was in trouble, you know? She didn’t say that, but… with that grip, I knew she didn’t have to. (Pause) They were normally very… gentle. (Takes in an unsteady breath) GRIFFIN: Take your time. There is no rush. (Hums in agreement) GAYNES: Okay… so… she brings me to this… these big glass doors and the room behind them is, um… big and filled with… like… bassinets… do you know what those are? KYE: Uh… BUCKLEY: Yes. (Chuckles) It’s a very small crib for newborns. Since they don’t move around a ton, they don’t need a lot of space. See? KYE: Ooohh, yeah. Okay. We had one of those. I just called it a crib. BUCKLEY: (Chuckling) Of course you did. GRIFFIN: (Clears throat) Agents… BUCKLEY: Right. I’m so sorry, Priscilla. GAYNES: It… it’s okay. (Takes a deep breath) So… they were… bassinets, but like the rest of the place, they… they were… big. Adult-sized. (Long pause. GAYNES takes in a few breaths.)  She walked me up to one and… there was an adult in it… a - a - a me… a diapered adult, but… (whispers) Oh god. GRIFFIN: Deep breaths, Priscilla. Let’s do a box breath, okay? Ready? In for 1, 2, 3, 4… hold, 2, 3, 4… and out, 2, 3, 4, and hold, 2, 3, 4… How was that? Want to go again? (Pause) Okay. Just tell me if you do. GAYNES: It was… a man, but… I only knew that because he was in a blue onesie. He was practically hairless. I mean, he was hairless on his body and face, and his head was shaved pretty short. He was chubby and it - it was… like, unnaturally chubby. Like, when an adult gains weight, it goes to specific places, right? But this was… was like… baby fat. Fat everywhere, on the arms, legs, face, neck… I knew he was an adult because of his size, but… if I had a photo and no… no comparison of size, I would have thought it — he was a real baby. (Shaking breathing) It was horrifying. BUCKLEY: (Gently) Did Mrs. Owl… say anything? GAYNES: Oh yes. She had me stare at him while he slept, and she… she said he made up a lot of stories too. That he… didn’t understand the world around him and it was hurting him. He was always sad, and… stressed and… (Long pause) She said that meant… he wasn’t ready to be… h-he was too young. Needed, um… less stimulating days…  (Crinkling sounds accompany a chair noise) She said if I… kept stressing myself and the others out that… that I might, um… need the same kind of help. That maybe being a newborn was the… “best I could be”. KYE: (Whispering) Fuck. GAYNES: (voice gets muffled, as if she’s talking from behind her hands) Oh, god, and he woke up. He woke up and saw me, and his eyes - his eyes said, ‘Help me,’ but when he opened his mouth, he - he could only scream. Oh god! Oh god!! GRIFFIN: Okay, I wouldn’t - Priscilla, I need you to look around the room. (GAYNES hyperventilates) Priscilla, I need you to look around the room and name — Okay, we need a break. GAYNES: No! (Pause as GAYNES breathes heavily) No… no, I - just… let me get through it. (Pause) Can I, um… can I have a… pillow or… stuffed animal? BUCKLEY: Absolutely. KYE: On it. (Door opens and shuts) GAYNES: (Takes in a deep breath, holds it for a second, and then sighs it out) Fuck, I’m sorry. I know this sounds insane, and this… this is like shit I’d read online. Like some kind of… ABDL horror story. BUCKLEY: ABDL? (GAYNES groans slightly) GRIFFIN: It stands for Adult Baby Diaper Lover. It’s a categorization for those with shared sexual interests. BUCKLEY: Ah, okay. Thank you. And, um, there are… horror stories like this? GAYNES: (mumbling) Yeah. (Clears throat and speaks louder) It’s an entire rabbit hole, but like… a lot of times it’s just meant to sort of… get things… going down there. BUCKLEY: Ah… GRIFFIN: If I may, it’s nothing unusual given the subject matter. When it comes to sexual arousal, interests that don’t align with the reality of daily life can come off as confusing and forbidden, and often manifests as shame or guilt. So the idea of someone else forcing it on the individual overrides these negative feelings because they’re not asking for it; it’s being done to them. BUCKLEY: Mmm… So, where do you read these stories? GAYNES: Oh, uh… just online. Why? BUCKLEY: No reason. Please, continue. GAYNES: …Okay. Um, so… his screaming wakes up others, a-and um… others started crying out, but none of them could sit up… they just start flailing their limbs around. Mrs. Owl then, um, gets us behind the glass doors, and we watch as the… the, like… nurses bring a bottle to each bassinet. Some of the adults get their diapers changed, but… yeah, everyone gets a bottle, and they all quiet down and… go back to sleep. BUCKLEY: Mmhmm. Okay. And did Mrs. Owl say anything? GAYNES: She… asked if I had any questions. BUCKLEY: Did you? GAYNES: Yeah. (Awkward laugh) But I said no. I, uh… got the message. BUCKLEY: Did you perceive this as a threat at the time? GAYNES: Yes. BUCKLEY: At any point, did you believe that threat was no longer present? GAYNES: No. BUCKLEY: Why not? GAYNES: When, um, new people arrived… eventually, Mrs. Owl took them out that door and, when they came back, they… they were different. And, um, periodically, when someone was a bit… you know, too persistent… they disappeared. BUCKLEY: How so? GAYNES: We’d, uh, go to bed that night knowing that person was sleeping in… you know, their crib, and the next morning, they weren’t there. BUCKLEY: Did the teachers say anything? Explain? Did you ask any questions? GAYNES: At first, yeah. I asked about Dicky… he was the first one I knew of to disappear, and I was told he was too young to be in this class. And, um, that was followed up by asking if I wanted to play with him in his class instead… so I… stopped asking. (Pause, GAYNES sniffs. The door opens.) KYE: Heeey, sorry that took so long. I found pillows, but I really wanted to get this guy! GRIFFIN: Oh, that’s cute! Is that a Highland cow? KYE: Yeah! Love these things. GAYNES: (softly) Thank you. KYE: My pleasure. So, have we gotten to the escape yet? BUCKLEY: (scoffs) Agent! KYE: What? After everything she’s been through, I have to imagine that’s the part she’s excited to tell! (GRIFFIN chuckles; GAYNES follows shortly after) BUCKLEY: There’s still plenty to review. (Pause) But… whatever order works best for you. (clears her throat) I’m going to be honest, Priscilla, this very likely isn’t going to be the only interview we conduct. GAYNES: (Softly) I understand. BUCKLEY: Okay, so… where would you like to pick up? GAYNES: I can… I can talk about the escape. KYE: (Quietly celebratory) Eyy. (BUCKLEY clears her throat) GAYNES: Well… I became friends with a few others, and we sort of got the lay of the land through a few special circumstances. We used the, um, building blocks to start mapping it out… the hallways outside of our main area. The hallway to the newborn… place… and, um, we sort of guessed where the teacher’s room was based on where they were always coming out. KYE: How many friends were in on this? GAYNES: Um, there were four of us, myself included. BUCKLEY: Do you have their names? GAYNES: Their nicknames, yeah. Like, they all knew me as Prissy or Cella. BUCKLEY: You didn’t share your actual names? GAYNES: (Laughs awkwardly) I can’t really… explain to you how monitored we were. There was always a teacher nearby, and sometimes if we, you know, cursed or said something too “adult”, they’d always know. Always. Even if we thought we were being quiet. (GRIFFIN hums) BUCKLEY: And they didn’t want you sharing your real names? GAYNES: Well… (pauses, shifts in her seat, causing a crinkling sound) I mean, I guess it was never explicitly said not to, but we were definitely not allowed to talk about our jobs or life before being there. It was “too stressful.” So I guess we sort of… figured our full names were off the table too. BUCKLEY: Mmm. KYE: That’s fair enough. What were their nicknames? GAYNES: Um… Danny-Boy, Bellaboo, Sara-Bara, and myself. KYE: (chuckles while murmuring) Bellaboo. BUCKLEY: So how did you map the facility if they were always listening? GAYNES: We used code words. Childish-sounding stuff. So, to make our map, we used “building a school” for our dolls. We used animal plushes to represent the teachers, but we didn’t use the exact animals, ’cause we figured that would… You know, tip them off. So Mrs. Bear was a doggie; Mrs. Owl was a, uh, like… butterfly, I think. Just needed something with wings. Fish was a whale; Turtle was a, uh, gecko? Some kind of lizard. A-anyway, we made up room names, so the newborn room was a “cloud room.” (chuckles) Miss Fish asked about it once. We said it was a room made of clouds and was super comfy, and you could bounce or nap, and you’d never run into anyone else because the clouds were always a barrier. Always protecting you. And super soft. (Pause) GRIFFIN: That sounds very nice. GAYNES: ..Ye-yeah, uh… it… yeah. (mumbling) Thanks. BUCKLEY: Okay. Coded childish language, coded figures. And this worked? GAYNES: Yeah. We had to keep it to updating our map or making plans, like, once a week or so, because we didn’t want to tip them off. Danny-Boy got into a great rhythm of throwing a tantrum because he’d act like he wanted to play it constantly, and the rest of us didn’t. So we abstained for like… I don’t know, three weeks? And he threw his, like, tenth tantrum, and Mr. Turtle finally asked us to just play the game with him. That was like, our golden moment. From then on, no one questioned us playing it or even really interrupted. I think none of them wanted to upset Danny-Boy. BUCKLEY: Mmhmm. KYE: Interesting. So did you get a full map? GAYNES: Not really. We had to make guesses, and since we had to be careful about everything we said, it, uh, was the best we could do. BUCKLEY: Okay. So you have a map, then what? GAYNES: We started counting the duration of diaper changes, specifically, uh, messy ones… (clears throat) Paid attention to shifts, how many teachers were present at different points in the day. We found that their presence was lightest immediately before lunch, during free play. It was also, er, when some people who were fairly regular in their schedule ended up needing a change. But even then, two teachers were always monitoring us… Unless someone was taken to the newborn room, like how I was. To threaten them. KYE: Mmm. GAYNES: So we waited. A long time. We watched and waited, and one day, Mrs. Owl took the newest prisoner out of the front door. Bellaboo rolled a squishy ball toy towards the door – she used to be in a bowling league – and it got caught in the door before it closed. So, only one teacher was present, and Danny-Boy tried to stir up a scene by knocking over a huge tower that Jayjay was building, who then, of course, broke into tears. Then, we ran. All four of us hauled our butts out the door and in the opposite direction of the newborn room. We had, maybe, a 10-second head start on Mr. Monkey, but he caught up real quick and got Danny-Boy first. We, uh… just kept running. KYE: Mmmhmm. GAYNES: Sara-Bara disagreed with the right way to go. She wanted to turn right, and I said left. We didn’t have time to argue, so I just took my way, and… I guess Bellaboo and Sara-Bara went right. (GAYNES sniffs) And I just… kept running. I got to these big, industrial-looking doors, and at first they were too heavy. But I just kept slamming my body against the, like… bar thing, and they opened enough for me to squeeze through. BUCKLEY: Were you… naked at the time? (Pause) I just mean, when you found, you – GAYNES: O-Oh, uh, no. No, I had a onesie on and a bib f-for, um… I think they had put them on in preparation for lunch. But, um, I worried I’d be easily found, so I took it off as soon as I could. Plus, it was warm out. BUCKLEY: Mmm. And… why didn’t you take off the bib or diaper? GAYNES: Well… (scoffs) Then I would have been naked. BUCKLEY: Right… But your breasts were showing. And wandering around in a bib and diaper would be just as noticeable to the teachers as a onesie. GAYNES: I… I guess I didn’t… consider my breasts… nudity? (Pause) KYE: Well, that makes sense. After almost a year being treated like a baby, I’m sure your upper half wasn’t considered nudity to them. GAYNES: (mumbling) Yeah. BUCKLEY: Right. (clears throat) GRIFFIN: Well done, Priscilla. I’m sure that was difficult. Do you think we could get another break? BUCKLEY: It hasn’t been that long. And we’ve got a lot to cover. KYE: But, as you said, this may take a few days. We can take a quick break. We have a few tests coming back that we need to look over, anyway. GRIFFIN: Thank you. KYE: My pleasure. BUCKLEY: Hmm. (The agents leave the room.) GRIFFIN: How are you doing, Priscilla? GAYNES: (sighing) I’m so tired. GRIFFIN: Do you need a nap? GAYNES: What time is it? GRIFFIN: About 1:30 in the afternoon. GAYNES: (laughs) That’s about right. That was naptime. (sighs) Maybe some coffee? (Audio file distortion for 3 minutes and 37 seconds; there are detectable inflections and cadences in the distortion that suggest conversation continues, but it is unintelligible through the static) – END OF SEGMENT 2 – EVIDENCE: Toxicology Reports for Blood (#5) and Urine (#6) Samples Priscilla Gaynes submitted urine and blood samples for testing. ·      The blood sample tested positive for Diphenhydramine (commonly known as Benadryl), Diazepam (commonly known as Valium), and Nordiazepam. ·      The urine sample tested positive for alpha-hydroxymidazolam and an unidentified compound. Analysts note that the diphenhydramine concentration exceeds the typical therapeutic range and is consistent with anticholinergic toxicity, which may produce confusion, disorientation, and complex visual/auditory hallucinations. EVIDENCE #7: Case Memo by Special Agent Buckley, 04/16/2019 Buckley’s memo cites the toxicology findings, her telephonic interview with Travis Gurrey confirming Gaynes’ familiarity with online fiction closely matching her account, and the absence of any corroborating physical evidence. She notes that no financial, telephone, or online activity attributable to Gaynes was identified during the 281 days of her absence, and that her location during that period remains unknown. The memo recommends the case be evaluated as a possible voluntary absence. It was approved the same day. EVIDENCE #8: Victim Services Lodging Record and FD-302, Attempted Contact By SA Cassandra Buckley 04/16/2019 GAYNES released from Bureau custody pending further interview. Lodging arranged at the [REDACTED] Inn, Atlanta, GA, Room 214. GAYNES declined an escort. GAYNES declined transport to New York. GAYNES was issued a prepaid phone and the duty desk number and advised to call for any reason, at any hour. Keycard log reflects a single entry at 11:42 p.m. No exit was recorded. 04/17/2019 BUCKLEY arrived at 9:05 a.m. to transport GAYNES to a scheduled follow-up interview. GAYNES did not respond to knocking or telephone contact. Management opened Room 214 at 9:20 a.m. The room was unoccupied. The bed was made. The clothing provided by Victim Services was folded on the chair. The prepaid phone was on the nightstand, powered on, with no outgoing calls. A handwritten note was on the desk (see Evidence #9). There was no sign of forced entry. EVIDENCE #9: Handwritten Note by Priscilla Gaynes The letter, recovered from Room 214 on 4/17/2019, is sealed in a transparent plastic bag with labels confirming Priscilla’s DNA is present on the paper and handwriting analysis. “I am sorry for the trouble I have caused. I didn’t mean to waste people’s time and efforts. Please forgive me. -Prissy” EVIDENCE #10 & #11: FBI Employee Misconduct Report, Interview, and Termination Letter These files are sealed. The following summary is provided in their place. Following the disappearance of Priscilla Gaynes on or about 04/17/2019, an internal review was opened into the conduct of Special Agent Cassandra Buckley. The review established that two individuals participated in the interview of Gaynes on 04/14/2019: one identifying himself on the recording as Special Agent Johnathon Kye, and one identified by SA Buckley as Dr. Debra Griffin, forensic psychologist and Victim Specialist. No personnel record exists for either individual. No badge or credential was issued under either name. Neither name appears in the visitor log for the Atlanta Field Office on 04/14/2019 or on any other date. Building access records for 04/14/2019 reflect a single credentialed entry associated with the Gaynes interview: that of SA Buckley. No contract for psychological services was executed in connection with this case. The Victim Services Division has no record of assigning a specialist to the matter. The audio interview contains two voices that could not be matched to any Bureau employee. Three staff members reported seeing an unidentified man in the building on 04/14/2019; none were able to describe his face. One recalled that he was carrying a stuffed animal. SA Buckley maintained throughout the review that both individuals were present, were introduced to her as Bureau-affiliated, and were in unescorted contact with the victim on multiple occasions, including during two unrecorded breaks. The review found SA Buckley grossly negligent in failing to verify the credentials of either individual, in permitting unrestricted access to a federal witness, and in authoring an investigative memorandum advancing a theory of voluntary absence that the reviewing panel found unsupported by the evidentiary record. The panel further noted that SA Buckley was the only Bureau employee with documented access to Gaynes during the relevant period, and the only individual with both opportunity and documented interest in characterizing Gaynes’ account as unreliable. Referral was made for consideration of charges related to evidence tampering and trafficking in persons. The United States Attorney’s Office declined prosecution, citing insufficient evidence. SA Buckley’s security clearance was suspended on 05/02/2019. Employment was terminated on 06/11/2019. The following remark is reproduced from the sealed interview transcript at the request of the reviewing Inspector, who noted it as relevant to the subject’s fitness for duty: BUCKLEY: I watched him walk out of this building. I held the door for him.   EVIDENCE #12: The Recovered Audio On 10/07/2026, Forensics Examiner Keyes successfully restored the audio from the interview that was corrupted by an unknown source. Below is the transcript.   GAYNES: What time is it? GRIFFIN: About 1:30 in the afternoon. GAYNES: (laughs) That’s about right. That was naptime. (sighs) Maybe some coffee? (There is a mild distortion effect on the audio; unable to confirm if there was an audible sound present in the room) GRIFFIN: I don’t think coffee is a good idea. GAYNES: (Pause) Why not? GRIFFIN: (Laughs; quietly) Coffee is for grown-ups, Prissy. (Pause; the legs of a chair screech against the floor) GAYNES: Wha – GRIFFIN: No – GAYNES: Let go of me! GRIFFIN: Prissy – GAYNES: Don’t call me that! GRIFFIN: Stop it, dear, you’re already in enough trouble. Do you really want to make it worse? (GAYNES breathes heavily in the long silence) GRIFFIN: I need you to listen very carefully, my dear. I’m Mrs. Griffin. You know, like the mythological creature? (Pause) Good, good. This little guy here, the Highland? Do you know what cattle is in Scottish? (Pause) Kye. (Pause) That’s right, Special Agent Kye. Do you see what’s going on? (Pause) Good, good. I knew you were a smart girl. Now, the agents are reviewing the reports from the blood and urine samples you gave. And they’re going to show high levels of substances that would cause complex hallucinations. (GAYNES gasps) Yes, I knew you’d understand. GAYNES: Please… GRIFFIN: That nice lady is already suspicious, sweetie. You’re ABDL, you read stories like this to (clears throat) “satisfy” yourself… and she’s going to see that you’ve been taking drugs to cause hallucinations. GAYNES: (Whispering) Please… GRIFFIN: Sshhh, shhh. Listen to me, sweetheart… now, you’ve caused a lot of trouble and made a lot of people worry about you. Do you know how scared Mrs. Bear has been? And your friends… You left your best friends behind. (GAYNES whimpers) GRIFFIN: Shhh, shhh, it’s okay. It’s okay, honey. I know you didn’t mean to hurt our feelings. But I understand now why you left. GAYNES: (Pause; sniffs) …You do? GRIFFIN: Yes, of course. (Hums) Sweet little Cilla missed her little boyfriend. I’m so sorry we didn’t bring him too. But don’t worry, baby, we’ll fix that. GAYNES: (whispering) No. GRIFFIN: We’ll make everything aaaaall better. Travy-bean will love playing with you aaaaall day. GAYNES: (louder) No, please… Please Mrs. Griffin, please, please, peas, I - I - pweas… no… (GRIFFIN hums in consideration) GRIFFIN: Well… (Sighs) Sweetheart, what do you want? We give you the life you dream of, everything you ever read and gushed about online… and you go and hurt our feelings like this. Saying such mean and hurtful things about us, when all we’ve ever done is take care of you. If it wasn’t because of him, then why would you do this to us? (GAYNES whispers something inaudible) GRIFFIN: What was that, baby? (Long pause) GAYNES: I… I’m sorry. I - I… I wanna go home. Just me. Peas. (GRIFFIN hums in consideration) GRIFFIN: Well… let’s stop lying to this nice lady, and stop wasting her time, then. How about we get you tucked in for a nap, and then I’ll take you home. Just you and me, baby. (Pause) Unless you want Tra – GAYNES: (urgently but quietly) No. GRIFFIN: Okay, baby. Okay. – AUDIO END – CASE AMENDMENT by Supervisory Special Agent W. Becker, 10/09/26 This case came to my attention because of the recovered audio from the interview with Priscilla Gaynes. Given the new information, I have made recommendations to exonerate former Agent Buckley of any misconduct, which have been approved. An offer of reinstatement is unavailable at this time because Cassandra Buckley is presently classified as a missing person. I have added Buckley’s last known correspondence to this case, as it appears she continued investigating after her termination with the FBI. Given the odd circumstances and evidence surrounding this case, it has been marked UNX until we find further evidence or an explanation. EVIDENCE #13: Cassandra Buckley’s Last Known Email SSA Becker Notation: This email was sent to a former colleague at the FBI. All records of this email from Buckley’s personal inbox have been purged, but this copy remains on the FBI’s archival system. — TO: [redacted] FROM: [redacted] SUBJECT: update on the abdl daycare case MESSAGE: [redacted], They’re sourcing the story boards for victims. And it’s specific stories that they post. I’ve spent months trying to draw correlations between missing persons with known ABDL activity, which is practically impossible because no one wants to admit this or out their missing friends. But the few who I have absolute confirmation have activity on the same websites, the same stories, from the same authors. Who by the way post new stories with crazy regularity but no one knows anything about them beyond their writing. I’ll share my spreadsheet and research with you, but I think I need to engage some professional resources to get more information about the writers. If you have any recommendations, please send them my way. I’ve been following the same stories that each missing person did too, and I’ve started making comments on new stories. They seem to like engagement and it doesn’t take much. I know this is risky, but I really need to see this through. I need to find Priscilla. With any luck, they’ll reach out to me and maybe I can get something to blow this thing open. Or if I go missing… then you know why.  

I feel the same way as Oliver.  My wife sees me, but no one else really does unless I end up at the doctor's.  I use the Tykables subscription, so I get whatever they send.  One case was mostly unicorns, and I admit I was timid about being seen by my wife in those.  I do order Mega Max and InControl for days when I need more discretion, like at the airport.  TSA loves to provide the good old Freedom Grope, almost every time for some reason.  I limit who sees, but I do not avoid it at all costs anymore.

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