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I signed for the bottle of wine, poured into each glass, and handed Pam one.   She took a long draw on hers, and then sighed. I had a problem of being extremely self-centered.   In retrospect, I was.   I only was concerned about myself and getting ahead.   It caused a lot of friction with my family and really thwarted any broader personal relationships.   My family and friends did an intervention and convinced me to go to Pleasant Acres. I nodded and waited for her to go on. “I woke up in diapers.  I spent a stint being fed, cuddled, diapered, and otherwise learning how to be dependent on someone else for everything.   Then, as I started to get some of my independence back, they set me to caring for other regressed guests.” “Like Bitsy?” “Yes, but I had a few others before her.   I alternated between caring for others and being cared for.    I gradually realized that there was satisfaction in caring for others.” “So that’s when they decided you could leave?” “Well, Bitsy came just about the time I was ready.    Since I was still lactating, they asked if I would stay on as staff and see her through.    Just when she was getting weaned, they started looking for a placement for me, and you were getting ready for your release.” “Did you say lactating?” “Yes, part of my stay was breastfeeding the regressed guests.   Bitsy was my last.” “She never mentioned that.   She was drinking from a bottle when I met her.” “Yes, you came along when she was pretty far along.” I thought about this.   I tried to imagine Bitsy sucking on Pam’s breast.   I  was somehow getting aroused by the thought.  I looked toward her and then turned away. “Any way,” she started.   “They knew you needed an assistant.  The company had already decided that.   I had good credentials for that, plus they knew I would know how to care for your special needs.   And you know the rest.” “So,” I said.   “Are you happy with how Pleasant Acres worked out for you?” “To a great extent,   I’m a different person, a better person.   I like working for the company and helping you.” “Downsides?” I asked. “Well, much like you and Bitzy, I have lasting souvenirs of my stay.” “You wear diapers?” “Yes, and I’m still lactating, though the latter will improve with time.” “Wow, I never saw you going for changes.” “I learned how to maintain a low profile.   Part of the reason I am helping you is to allow you to get changed without undue attention.” “But other than that, you’re happy?” “Yes, very much so.”

Epilepsy 

I was a regular bedwetter until I was 12, which I wore drynites for. After that, they were infrequent enough that my parents told me I no longer needed to wear them. I pretended to be happy about it, but I missed them. I still wore them on long journeys and overnight when not at home until I grew out of them around 15. Most of the time that I used them on long journeys and/or on holiday at night after age 12 were deliberate wettings. Didn't want to waste them when I did get to wear them, you know? My parents just assumed that travelling exacerbated my accidents because of fatigue or something and I was never going to correct them.

No plans sadly.

Kara thought for a second “I guess playing outside sounds nice. Rei nodded in agreement “there’s a slide I wanted to try