RegressionRevolution

Heya, I've been tasked with wearing diapers 24/7. Recently on my tumblr I've been given advice that I should wet in small amounts rather than flooding but the 12 month guide suggests never holding your bladder if you can help it. Help me decide a way forward:

Holly came too and groggily wiped her eyes, they stung a little from the chemicals she had knocked out with. A jolt of adrenaline pushed her to a standing position as she remembered what had happened to her. She realised she was standing in a crib, dressed in a onsie. Her underwear felt strange, like it was padded. Her breasts were unsupported by a bra and her nipples brushed the soft fleece interior of the warm onsie she dressed in. "What the fuck is this?“ she demanded." where are my clothes!? “

"Why do you want me to be st..? Hmmpf ahh-mmm." Holly screamed into the rag stuffed into her mouth. It smelly cloying sweet but so like alchohal. She'd it ever see chloroform in movies but she certain of what was happening. She tried to stop herself hyperventilating in her panic and stop breathing in the chemical soaked into the cloth in her mouth but it was already to late. She felt faint. The world lunged in front of her nauseatingly and then spun. Sound ebbed and thrumped on her ears Then darkness fogged the corners of her vision as she became dizzy before her field of vision suddenly shrank to dot and blinked out, like an old anologue television set switching off. A ringing in her ears ceased. She was unconscious. Her body sagged limply into Sarah's arms.

Holly felt awkward about suddenly crossing paths with Sarah again. It reminded her of the promise to meet up which she'd failed to keep. "Hey. Sarah! Fancy meeting you again? Do you live around here? " Holly felt that she would surely have recognised if Sarah shared her daily commute. "I've been okay thanks. Just been hitting the library lately, studying ahead of an exam." Of course Sarah would already be well aware of that, having been stalking her. "what about you? “ Holly bashfully brushed back her fringe. Shy about the compliment. She was wearing a light blue summer dress. Something she'd changed into as it was a little too casual for work but comfy for a hot evening in a stuffy library. "ha. Thanks. That's uh, nice of you to say." Was the lady just being nice or was she flirting?

Holly was feeling good about herself. There was a spring in her step and her chin was lifted. Short brunette bangs bounced against the broad headband of her head phones as she hurried a little to catch up with the bus she had been trying to meet. She was feeling good because she'd just walked away from a stranger she'd just met and helped out. It was kind of life affirming to be briefly friendly with someone in the otherwise hostile after work rush of anonymous strangers all hurrying home. The woman Holly had helped had probably been hurrying. She'd accidently walked into Holly, causing them both to topple and fall. If she'd been having a bad day Holly might have sworn at the woman for not looking where she going but instead she'd found herself laughing and then apologising. With a smile she helped the (older?) woman gather the things which had spilled from her handbag, commiting that she used the foundation. Once they were both standing they shared names and numbers promising to go for coffee sometime but neither committed enough to the idea to set a date. Then Holly said goodbye, feeling good about helping someone out but not imagining she would see the woman again soon.

Erin nodded as she listened to what Barbara had to say. "I don't really understand money stuff either." Erin admitted to reassure her friend. "At least dollars and cents are easy to use but my mum says I have to be careful when ordering at a cafe or restaurant because Vat isn't included in the bill and you have to work it out yourself. Is that right?“ Erin was aware that her mother's factoids on American customs may have been out of date or just plain wrong.

Erin stared blankly for a moment. It was as if Barbara knew all the right words but had spoken the sentence in the wrong order. "Uh, sorta." Erin compromised meeting Barbara halfway. "I guess it's true there have been wars. But know l guess we have political disagreements instead. What I was actually referring to was Brexit, the UK leaving the European Union. There was a referendum which the majority of people from Northern Ireland and Scotland voted against leaving but England and Wales mostly voted to leave. England is the biggest country, so it has most votes. It just seems unfair to me. That we're led into something not everyone wants just because England is bigger and kind of in charge." Erin was pensive for a moment." I guess you Americans know all about England being unfair. Do we learn about the American War of Independence in Middle School?“ Erin thought it would be quite interesting to learn about historical events from the 'other camp' so to speak. She was unaware she was kind of flaunting her nerdy side.

Erin stood, subconsciously took a breath and thought about what she wanted to say. "Hi. I'm Erin McAlee. I'm from Londonderry in Northern Ireland. Me, my sister and our parents moved over here for something different. I can certainly say more sunny here." Erin grinned. "Uh, so I look forward to meeting you all and learning about the United States of America. Maybe I'll learn some good lessons for the dis-united Kingdom." she laughed nervously. Would people here even be aware of Brexit? Maybe it wasn't a good joke. "uh. That's enough from me for now sure. Supposed to keep it short and sweet and here I am able talk the hind legs off a donkey." Erin blushed at her own awkwardness and at a nod from the teacher she sat down, hurriedly unpacking her bag so as not to have to make eye contact with any of the other students.

I very almost said something whenever Ms Megan started to run wet wipes over my vulva. My instict was to think she was sexually harassing me but I reminded myself of the context. I was supposed to pretending to be a little child. Ms Megan's job was to treat me just like one. So that was all there was to it. I was having my ass wiped for me because we were both supposed to be pretending I was too little be trusted to it by myself. The same went for getting dressed again. "I don't think you have to worry about me having any accidents." I told her defiantly as my pull-up was once again slid up my legs, the elastics hugging my waist like padded control pants. Indeed I managed not to have an accident during story time. No supprise there. I also managed not to wet myself from over excitement at the prospect of outdoor playtime as it seemed some of my peers might well do from their enthusiastic chorus and the way they obediently lined up to grap ahold of the knotted rope that was offered. It was like they were brainwashed. I was hesitant. It might have been mistaken for the shyness of a little girl on her first day at playschool but frankly I just felt ridicious. Matt spotted this and took my hand. I think he thought he was helping. I guess that was kind of him in a naive way. "what's so great about playing outside?“ I asked synically.

(yes please)

Erin simply nodded, the blind gold of her pony tail bobbing like the plume of an ornate helmet from the ancient world. She walked between the elise of desks, row on row, until coming to the last row and simply pulled the chair from beneath the first one on her left. She didn't know if it had already been claimed by someone else, or rather allocated to someone else, it sounded as if Mr Webb had arranged a seating plan based on already established peer groups from the 5th grade. Thus Erin didn't unpack her school bag as she might be expected to move again shortly as she paired with another misfit. She felt a little pity for herself. Everyone else would already have friends, she would have to make all new ones and possibly have to try and fit in with an existing peer group.

"Yes. I understand. I'll be doing my best to fit in with the class." Erin answered contritly, though morbidly she wondered what the consequences might he should she fail to do so. Conincidently the principal then informed her there would be punitive measures if she broke the rules. Erin nodded sharply, feeling a little ill at ease. Hopeful the rules wouldn't be hard to follow. After receiving her note from the office and being shown to Mr Webb's classroom Erin decided she wanted to introduce herself to her new teacher ahead of the rest of the class joining them, so as not to make a spectical of herself as classes began for the day. Tentively she peered through the square window to check someone was in the room, an upright figure commanded a desk at the front near the windows on the far side of the room. Erin knocked and waited to told she was permitted to enter, mindful of protocol after the principal warned her regarding breaking the rules governing respect. "Good morning Mr Webb. My name is Erin McAlee. I'm joining your class today." she walked towards his desk and offered the office note for his inspection. "I know I'm early to class, I hope you don't mind, I thought I would introduce myself before the bell sounds."

Erin hung her head, a little disappointed to find out her expectations were false. She had liked the idea of having her own locker to personalise but it transpired the accommodation was going to be similar to her old school. "oh I see. Well, thanks, I hope I get used to all these changes sooner than later." Erin returned Angela's smile. Angela introduced her to the principal and then Erin was invited to speak with principal alone. It was intimidating for Erin, she wished Angela was with her but she had no reason to believe the principal would be mean to her. "Yes mam'. My name is Erin McAlee. I'm from Northern Ireland. I'm supposed to be joining the 6th grade today. Can you please tell me which class I'll be joining and who my teacher will be? “ Erin was cautious to be polite in front of the principal. Erin had almost addressed her new principal as 'Sister' out of habit, because her pelrevious school had been a Catholic all girls school, in which the head teacher had been a nun.

Erin nodded attentively to the information Angela was giving her. "Okay. Thanks. Three sixth grade classes? How many kids are there in a class. My old school only had one class per year but I suppose it was kind of a small school. We had about 25 pupils in each class. I hope we're in the same class." They entered the school together. Erin was keey looking around for hallmarks of what she had come to think of typical American school life from movies and TV shows she had seen. She also felt the need to make small talk. " Hey, do we get lockers to put our stuff in or is that just in high-school?“

"Northern Ireland. I lived in Derry, the famous 'walled city'. My parents moved us here in the last month of Summer, we're still sorta settling in. I'm going into the the 6th grade. I would have been starting P7 back home, which is the last year of Primary school before you go to Secondary school. Do you have something before Elementary school? I feel like I should be going into 7th grade but it's just that our school systems are organised differently. To be fair I think in England they have a prep year so I'd be in P6 there." Erin explained to Angela and then realised her appearl was under scrutiny. "I like your dress. It's pretty." Erin commented. She wondered privately if it was more common to wear a dress in Wyoming. It was kind of considered formal where she was from but supposed the climate was warmer her. Maybe it was more practical to wear a dress or skirt most days? “So which grade are you in. Will you be in my classes?“