RegressionRevolution

I nodded in acquiescence at his ultimatium and then picked up the rest of my toasted sandwich. "Do I call you Will or Daddy? Do I have to call you Daddy in public?" not that Will was to know this but the word Daddy had special significance to me because I didn't have one. There were photographs of a man my mother loved and who was my older brother's dad but not mine. I'm been born via artifical ensemenation. I'd never had a father figure growing up. With help from mother and an online help group, I managed to find and contact the donnor in my twenties. I flew to Brimingham to meet him and my 'other' brother and sisters. Scariest and strangest day of my life but end of one chapter and the start of a new one. It turns out they are really nice. I go on a short holiday with them once a year. Maybe Will did know all this? It was probably in my therapist's report. Maybe that's why I was placed with him and not a 'mommy'? Maybe I'd never really closed that chapter of my life after all, the dog ears and creases from revisiting the pages would always mean my book opened most naturally at my loneliest hours. Wow, that was a sad thought. I was clearly looked pensive, munching slowly on my lunch in a distracted fashion. "May I have a glass of..." I was going to simply ask for water but I reminded myself I was eleven now and my eleven year old self would have always pushed for the best. "... Can I have cola?" I may not have been allowed coffee but I could still have the teeth rotting sticky sweet caffinenated alternative right? While Will/Daddy rose to find a glass I stood and took my plate to the sink to rinse off the crumbs and poured a little dish washing liquid on the to break up the grease. I scrubbed the plate slowly and for longer than it needed but listening to the sound of running tap water and focusing on making circular scrubbing motions was a good way of putting any more depressing thoughts out of my mind. I thought instead about my eleven year old self, what she used to do and how I could become her. "Hey Will?“ I had eureka moment. It was so good I was actually smiling, the red of my lips complimented by red hoodie. I remembered the crazy which had dominated the nation at the time. At that age I was still in primary school (I think roughly equvilent to elementary school or possibly junior high, in the USA) over the course of a couple of weeks suddenly there were no longer children running around the school yard, instead we were all huddled in groups of friends. Some people might be swapping trading cards. Some girls might be showing off a plushie or branded pencil case. Or most covetous of all, we'd be crowded behind someone holding a GAMEboy, listening to the medi tunes from the game and squinting to try and a good view of the game. A game I wouldn't have to myself until my birthday that year. "Do you have Pokemon!?" I almost couldn't bare to be let down.

I've have green eyes. My mother told me that's pretty rare for someone with dark hair. Her eyes are hazelnut brown. My eyes widened as I was told how many years I'd lost. It was more than half my age, more than what I had been expecting. My knife eeked against the plate as I cut a corner off one of my triangles. I realised I hadn't said anything. I guess I was still processing. "Eleven. Okay.... So that means no driving. No to a load of movies. Um, no coffee I'm guessing?“ I'd drank a shitty filter coffee from a vending machine while waiting in the departure lounge this morning. If I'd been thinking about it being my last coffee for a while then I would have made the effort to get up earlier and put a special blend in the coffee machine before even leaving the apartment. "... Urm, what else? No swearing? Early bedtime? Urh, I don't have to go back to school do I?" I wasn't sure that was even ethically possible. I guess I could be home schooled or given homework or something. "What else?" I took a mouthful of toasted sandwich, it was pretty good. I'd worried American cheese would taste strange. "Okay. I'll do my best to try and behave like I'm eleven again, which by the way means you're gonna get sick of me talking about ponies. I used to be obessed... Er, I am obsessed?" "So what if I'm finding it hard to regress from my adult state of mind? I guess that's where you come in? And when does the therepy end? Do you think we could sort out my issues without have to regress further than eleven?“ I braced myself for uncomfortable truths.

Arms up and blouse off. I was suddenly standing in front of Will wearing only my knickers. My bare beasts rose and fell softly with my slightly nervous breathing. Two fingers looped between the waist of panties and the warm flesh of my hips. It would have been kind of sexy in other circumstances but thankfully Will was very professional. He quickly helped me get dressed again in the pasta coloured panties and training bra before I obediently submitted myself having leggings rolled up my thighs and a comfy top and hoodie pulled over my head. "This isn't so bad." I said as I swept a hand behind my head to coax the fine link coloured strands of myhair out from the collar of the hoodie. "So how many years did I loose? Twelve? Fourteen?“ it was daunting to think I could have just lost half of my actual years. "Could I have a hair band or a booble please?“ I used to wear my black hair up or back when I was a kid. It would spoil my carefully layered adult style of my current haircut and fringe but in for a penny in for a pound, I may as well commit to the age regression thing now that I was here. Also, I couldn't help but think of the expense my company must have gone to pay Will's fees, which included purchase of multiple wardrobes in my size. We headed downstairs to share lunch. "So, can we talk about how this all works? I know there is more to it than just playing dress up."

(Satisfactory :). Um, I was going to say Jo was average but let's make her petite. So 5'1 and 120 pounds. Easily mistaken for a teenager.) "yes of course. Thanks. Um, see you in a moment." I was relieved when I was finally left to my own devices. My first instinct was to close the latch on the door but I discovered there wasn't one. I reasoned that was normal for a family bathroom in which you would never want your kid being able to lock themselves in accidently. I settled for ensuring the door was firmly locked and then used the toilet. The adult one, not the pink training potty. I cringed imagining myself having to squat on that while Will looked on. I washed my hands and found some wet wipes to remove my makeup. I washed my face with a fannel and cold water. I looked fresh faced, my cheeks glowing from exfoliation. I didn't normly think I looked all that pretty without makeup but today the au natural look seemed to be a thing. It was a shame couldn't find a hair brush. Leaving the bathroom I padded barefoot across the landing back to 'my' room in my blouse and panties. "Hi." I lingered in the doorway before being beckoned. I trotted over to the bed where somethings had been laid out for me to wear. I was curious to see what they were as it was the first clue to what age I was going to be treated as first.

(I would like you to be in charge of deciding her age, if you don't mind?) I slipped in under the covers. I was enveloped in purple. It wasn't a deep purple like a Premier Inn (budget hotel) bed more like a soft lyliacs and lavenders. Also the duvet cover was patterned with galloping horses and prancing ponies. Very much suited to a young girl. "Thanks." I mumbled, feeling awkward as I was tucked in. When Will left and turned out the lights I noticed the soft glow of a night light, as well as the crack of light beneath the door and the pale silvery glow of daylight sieving through the drawn curtains. I tried to mentally map the house. Was this room at the front, the back or on the gable? Was it likely to be overlooking a garden or neighbouring property? I did not like the idea of neighbours looking in and seeing a grown woman staying in a child's bedroom. I closed my eyes to such distractions. The room was quiet. I could hear my breathing and indistinctly I could hear Will somewhere in the house. Uncomfortable, I squirmed under the duvet and unbottoned my jeans, peeling them down my legs and finally kicking them off my ankles and off the end of the bed. Awkward I arched my back to reach beind myself and under my blouse to unhook my bra but it was a stupid way of doing it. Better to roll on my front, which I did. Flopping around like a floundering fish, momentarily straight-jacketed by my own top as I worked within it, I eventually took off my bra, rethreading my arms back into the holes in my shirt. I moved to throw my bra out of bed and slapped my hand against the stupid safety rails I'd heard clicking into place earlier. I wasn't sure which hurt more, my hand or my pride. I unclenched the bra leaving it at the edge of the bed and recoiled myself into a fetal position, lying on my side. My thoughts raced with the myrid of possibilities of what was to come in the following days of therepy. As well as the momentarily panic as I realised I hadn't had a chance to remove my make-up so I was probably smearing a mixture of mascara, eyeshadow, foundation and blush across the sheets, as well as smudging my face. I quickly rolled onto my back to mitigate any further damage, frustrated I couldn't just reach for my handbag to grope for a compact mirror and some wet wipes. I fretted in the dimness of the room but ultimately sleep came to me quickly after hours of traveling. *** I didn't wake up again before Will came to wake me for the lunch he had prepared and not for my suddenly aching bladder either. My eyes fluttered upon to find Will standing over me. I remembered I was undressed to just a blouse and panties. I sought cover in the duvet but Will was peeling it away from me to help me out of bed. Well that was that then. I sat up and tried not to act as awkward as I felt. Will was cool as a cucumber. I guess that made me one of those spooked cats from the YouTube videos. I looked for my jeans but there were either down the end of the bed hidden from view or Will had already spirited them away. That ment I was going down to have lunch only half dressed? Admittedly I did that while I was by myself in the apartment all the time but never when in company! It was like in a film after the action hero and the femefatal have sex and suddenly are super comfortable with each other having supposedly broken the only significant barrier between them. Except this was wasn't a movie, I felt super awkward, I still had had millions of barriers up, I'd just met this guy. Obviously my mind was racing again. I struggled to find words. I knew I ought to something. Something like, 'Do you have my bra?' or at least 'good afternoon'. What I actually ended up saying was: "Can I use the bathroom?“

[oh embrassing. I'm sorry for the spelling mistakes but I'm glad you still enjoy the story intro.) "um, sure. Here you go.“ I said, taking off my coat and then handing over my bag and then, at a gesture, my night bag. I was wearing black skinny jeans and a loose white shirt but surrending my bags felt like being undressed. My phone was in that purse! “can I have my things back if I want them, like, if it's an emergency of something?" I asked as i followed him through the house, consciously stepping away from my bags.away from my world and into his. The house was nice. Spacious, like you on TV. British home tended to be smaller but the place was never the less homely. It wasn't like I'd be staying in a hotel. This was a real person's home. This was real. "Nice kitchen. My cousin has counter tops like that. You know I always kind of wanted metal cabinets like the 70's but I'm still saving. Kitchens are expensive huh?“ I attempted small talk. I completely missed the fridge magnets. I had friends and family who had kids. I guess in the back of my head I just thought Will had little kids or babysat. It didn't occur to me that they were for me, props in the therapy. The same nativity did not befall me after we entered a little girl's room and was asked if I wanted a nap. "oh. Ah, oh. Is this the therepy starting already? Sorry, this feels very sudden. I thought we'd have a cup of tea first and discuss roles or something first. Um, unless I'm supposed to take a nap first? Am I?" It was pretty obvious I was lost in this scenerio and in many ways that demonstrated exactly why I was here. I was unsure of myself, I needed guidence, I needed a Daddy to show me to confident in myself. I wondered over to the bed and clasped a hand over the safety rails. Incase I rolled out of bed? "It was a long flight." I admitted. "I guess I could do with a nap and then we could discuss the therepy like adults." I sat on the bed and looked back at Will. I expected him to leave the room and give me privacy. He didn't. I brought my knees together and looked down at my boots, thinking back to what my Councillor had said. Did he intend to help me undress? "Will? I don't have any sleep ware, it's in my night bag." was I expected to nap in what I was wearing?

I looked at my phone. I looked at the house number. I looked at my phone again... The house number matched the address I'd been given, this was definitely the correct place and yet I found it impossible to move forward and knock on the door. I was anxious about what lay beyond. I figured with one of the big plastic buttons on my Marino wool coat. I was here to see a regression therapist at the behest of my councillor. I had thought regression therapy was was something I could do with my regular therapist. I had thought it was that thing you see on TV were the patient is hyponosised and helped to recall some repressed memory causing them trauma. The good news was that I'd had a fantastic upbringing, it turned out my Councillor didn't think I needed help with trauma just with stress. My description of my childhood led neatly into her recommendation, the regression therepy, she had a sense that the happiest time of my life had been as a child. In a nutshell the idea was that I be given the opportunity to act and be treated little again. To my growing sense of discomfort I was told this would include allowing myself to be looked after as a helpless child, which potentially meant things like being given baths, having help getting dressed or even having to wear nappies if the therepist thought it was nessicary for me to go back that far. After talking other with the Councillor, my work, my mother, my friends, the bathroom mirror and my cat (who didn't talk back. Sad) I eventually decided to to agree to it. I even got to have a telephone call with a former patient which was awesome because it helped assure me that the therepist was like a creep or something, it was genuine therepy. A breeze flapped at my scarf. I was getting kind of cold standing staring at the door. It was anxiety like I was experiencing now which had begun to effect my work. I remember one day simply not being able to pick up the thought anymore, I couldn't bare for it too be bad news from a site or an angry client or even just a fucking cold caller. My heart raced. 'I don't have anywhere else to go.' I reasoned to mysf, steeling myself to opening the door. This was true. I'd got on a plane from Dublin this morning at my company's expense. I couldn't really just turn around and go back home. Not without plenty. I'd agreed to do this I had to do it! I wanted to get better. 'one. Two. Three.' *knock knock knock* It was done. I prepared an anxious smile to greet my host. I really hoped I would only need to regress to like 12 years old or something. In reality I was 27, I didn't think I could bear the humiliation of being a baby again. "Hi. How are you?" I said In my Northern Irish accent, in English, no one actually speaks Irish. "I'm Jo. I'm here for the, er, therepy. I was told I shouldn't bring anything but I've got my handbag and a night bag with clothes and things. Uh. Is there a room I should put those in?" I knew I was supposed to be staying here during the course of the treatment so I figured I would have accommodation of some form or other. What I didn't realise was I'd been told to bring nothing because it would all be conviscated anyway. To be truly childlike was to be totally dependant on a care giver. That meant no phone, no money, no car keys, no passport, no make-up. Nothing of my own or from my adult life.

Posted it. May be a contender for the longest intro on this forum ?

A snaking gutter which had wound its way down the face 52 story tenement building pock marked by haphazard balconies, satellite dishes and air-con units, spluttered it's deluge into an overflowing drain on the street. The water gurgled out in wavelets onto the pavement, sweeping dirt and litter in it's stream. A pair of cats skittered across a place where the road was perfectly leveled, a plate steel hover car parking space flooded over with a thin glaze of smooth water reflecting amber in the street lights. The chasing cats had come to a stop behind the charging station local to the parking space. They faced one another, yowling, backs arched, taking measure of the other's size and battle scars. A slight movement from a nearby doorway caused them to glance up, then flee. A tall woman standing in the shadows raked a leather gloved hair through her short blue hair, pushing a rain dampened fringe away from her face and reapplying the view finder of a spyglass in front of her night blue eyes. The optical equipment had no large lens to catch the light and reveal her position, it's brushed steel front was emitting a scatter of infrared beams. Mirco-receptors picked up the returning pluses. Her name was Eirene Edelweiss (a name given to her by the state, it is custom for orphan girls to be given the name of a flower for their surname. It is no coincide that many sex workers bare such names, Neo-Athens is a city of plutocrats, wealth and family connections go hand in hand.), she was a cop. Through a digital haze the woman could make out a the entrance of the night club, everything in red but in pinpoint accuracy. A cable from the visor connected to port imbedded at the nape of her neck, allowing her cyberbrain to interface directly with the machine. She could zoom in just by thinking about it, or record footage or tag info to various objects or persons. For example she had already sent mug shots to police database of the two mountainous doormen stuffed like boulders into smart suits. Eirene suspected they were both highly augmented cyborgs like her. It was obvious at least one of them was because he sorted some kind of pistioned mechanical claw instead of a left arm. It was clearly weaponised and clearly illegal. It was folded back itself like a jackknife but even just flexing the fearsome thing was enough to deter the drunken and desperate who hung around the street corner from trying to slip into the club to chance a peek at dancing girl, probably called Rose. Eirene could see inside the club. It had taken up enter morning sulking around on rooftops trying to find the right receivers, but her team had managed to patch into the security camera feed. With her electronic brain she was able to switch her normal eye vision, with that of the security cameras. It was a little disconcerting suddenly having a fly on the wall perspective, and it was fixed regardless of her instinctive moving of the head to look around. There was also no audio so although she saw gyrating dancers, bouncing revealers and flashing lights strobing with music, she couldn't hear the music, just the sounds of the street where her body stood out in the cold sheltering from the rain. She cycled through the cameras. The target was in a private room but they could see the door and the escape points. Two men had entered the private room earlier. Juan Calypso, a business man believed to preside over an underworld syndicate here in the refugee quarter of sector 12. He had been in the dock twice but the Prosecutor had never been able to make the dirt stick. Juan was not the target. The individual in his company was Solus Mau, the guy had no file, nothing, but information following an investigation into the kidnapping of a major politician by a terrorist group tipped Solus as prominent hacker within the Promethean Flame terrorist group. Counter Terrorism wanted him brought in for interrogation. For another 15mins nothing happened. It was a shame because more prep time would have allowed for bugging the club, recording a conversation between a crime boss and a terrorist would had been gold dust but unfortunately CT had a tendency towards reaction rather premeditation, speed and aggression were its watch words. When the door of the private room did finally open Eirene and her unit executed those words. Things happened simultaneously. Juan and Solus proceeded into the main club hall where Juan joined a entourage enjoying the dancers of the club whereas Solus walked straight through the throngs of people, fast paced, directly to the entrance. Eirene signalled her team to move from their hidden positions in readiness to capture Solus. Solus emerged in through the threshold of the club. Neon light from above cast dark shadows in his pitted eyes and cheeks, he was gaunt, perhaps haggard by a life in the refugee district? He shouldered between the hulking door men and stepped onto the street proper, drawing his leather jacket closed as the rain met him. If he turned left, there was a beggar in in the alcove three doors down. His bandaged leg was stretched out across sodden cardboard and a tin rattled in his hands with the worthless few coins he owned (a black market currency used by refugees, from multiple countries of origin. Physical money was obsolete for citizens of new Athens, banking was all digital). The begger was in fact an agent. He'd already had to beat off other vagrants who noted he was new to the territory, thankfully none of the streets other denizens realised he was a new fixture. The agent waiting on the street to the right had come from the club itself in the guise of a new dancing girl. She had, upon Solus leaving the venue, taken a smoking break. The back door leading into the alleyway from which she'd emerged onto the right hand side street, had been left open. A swat team were currently filing in to arrest Juan Calypso. Solus stepped neither right or left. He walked straight on, giving a cursorary glance before crossing the road and walking straight towards Eirene. Eirene tensed, ready to pounce. Her synthetic skin may have looked and felt soft to touch but the mesh reinforced muscle beneath was like kevlar. A hover taxi pulled into the spot where the cats had earlier fled, disgorging a young couple who drunkenly stumbled right into the path of Solus. Eirene spring forward and roughly shoved her target in through still open door of the vehicle, falling ontop of him with all her weight and attempting to pin him down against the seat. Outside, the young couple instantly regained their poise. One slammed the taxi door shut which locked with a click. The other aimed a gun towards the club door men who had stirred at the commotion but they were equally dazed by the fact smoke and chaff were now billowing from the club behind them. Coughing, frightened people began to spill out onto the street corner. The taxi dashed out of it's space before the road was choked. "What the fuck is this!" Snarled Solus who savagely kicked out and managed to smash Eirene against the internal partition, the force of which cracked the glass. The driver glanced up at his rear mirror but was otherwise focused on making sure no one was tailing them and getting to the rendezvous where upon they were expecting an escort and green lights all the way the police station. Eirene found her feet, she was crouched whilst her antagonist sat across the seats, his legs open, looking relaxed but a knife rest in his hands. Eirene felt the back of her head which was pounding, a little blood showed on her fingers, she sighed and her e-brain turned the pain receptors off in that region. She fished in her breast pocket for her badge. All the while watching the knife, watching the movements of his wrists, trying to judge if he was going to use it. "Cyber Crimes Special Division. We're bringing you into Counter Terrorism for questioning in relation to the kidnapping of Senator Cephalus." "CCSD" Solus grinned and offered an approving nod. "I heard they use Titan model fully cyborg bodies?" He looked Eirene up and down whilst considering his bruises. "Wat'cha do, trade your womb for the ability to kick ass? Well, pretty much all your organs as I understand it. The only thing human left is a bit of brain and spinal stem." Eirene narrowed her eyes. Silently she spoke to the driver using a com channel between their e-brains. -How long till we reach the escort?- -We're already with the convoy. 20min ETA to the station.- -Good. I'm gonna cuff this guy. He can save the talking for the interrogation.- Without blinking Eirene moved forward. Solus stabbed his knife to meet her but Eirene's reactions where quicker, her vision and coordination cybernetically enhanced. She twisted to one side and pushed his thrusting arm to one side. Once she was close to the seated man she pulled a cable from behind her neck and plugged into one of Solus' ports. Within seconds she had hacked his neural network and put an effective freeze on his motor functions. This was of course illegal under normal circumstances but it was a frighteningly effective tool of law enforcement. Luck had somewhat been on her side however. Typically only Neo-Athens citizens had cybernetically augmented neural networks, it allowed day to day involvement in society from paying bills, to online communication, shopping and augmented reality visual overlays. If Solus was a refugee, he'd undergone the neural network procedure illegally. Solus lay slumped on the seat with a fixed expression. Eirene grimaced after returned all of awareness into her own mind and disconnecting from the suspect, it was disconcerting to 'dive' someone else's mind. She sat back and started to run a self diagnostic, she wanted to be sure she hadn't brought any malware back across into her own body. "Eirene" the driver diverted her attentions, "the lights ahead went red. Something is wrong." Sure enough it appeared traffic was ready to cross their path but they had a police escort, the sirens would warn motorists to keep the way clear. Chaos. Without warning freight trucks crossed the convoy from either side of the junction. Their heavy tonnage caused them to plow through the flanking police cars with a bang and crunch of metal. The taxi was rolled over. Eirene hadn't put a seatbelt on and was tumbled with it. Her augmented reactions barely able to mitigate the impact of carnage around her, her titanium skill clanged hard against the rippled roof of the taxi. She lost consciousness. As she blacked out she heard Solus' voice gloat inside her own mind. "You thought you could hack me?". ... When Eirene came too again she was in unfamiliar surrounds and unable to move. Presumably she had been restrained via a neural network hack as she had tried to do with Solus. In theory, know she was conscious, she could attempt to retire full control. Ideally she wanted at least to wirelessly access an external net and send out a distress signal. " The read outs say she's awake." An unknown voice said with surprised. "Her systems must have rebooted. It's cool isn't it. Army special forces used to use the Titan model it's very resilient." She recognised the voice as Solus. "Not that resilient. There is a lot of damage from the crash. We don't have the parts or the tools or the knowledge to repair it." "Is it fatal?" "Yes. I can't say how long she would last in this state but her brain will die without her synthetic organ system intact." "Shit..." Solus sounded sorry. Eirene fought the panic threatening to overwhelm the clarity of her thoughts. She couldn't look at anything other than the medical lights hanging above her but from self diagnostic in her e-brain she could tell many of her bodily systems were compromised or 'missing'. She dreaded to think what a state the crash must have left her in. Was the driver still alive? She needed to get to the CCSD specialised hospital, they were the only ones who did regular maintenance on a highly specialised full body prosthetic like hers. They were the only ones who could help her but in her restrained state she couldn't even beg her captors for mercy. "There is an opportunity to save her but we'll have to discuss it with Promethean Flame. I don't know that they'll want to save a cop." Eirene wished she had had the foresight to record the conversation. Promethean Flame was the terrorist group behind the kidnapping of Senator Cephalus. Solus truly was affiliated with them. "They would save her if they could use her to send a message. Let me talk to them, I have an idea." "Very well. I'm going to induce sleep in her again." Eirene experienced this as a kind of dimmer switch on her awareness. Fighting it led to a forgetfulness of her own defences against such hacks and she soon lost consciousness again. *** The surgeons gently murmured beneath their paper masks, discussing their approach one last time before the operating lights came on. Eirene was finding hard not to fidget. Her wounded body had been draped in a gown of light synthetic material designed to minimize static emissions. It made her feel itchy and the hot lamps over head didn't help much either. She had been doing her best to distract herself by trying to listen to what the surgeons were saying. Their quite chat revolved around the technical aspects of the procedure and not the questionable ethics of what was about to be carried out. On another bed, beside the one Eirene lay uncomfortably on, was a girl, an infant. The girl didn't have the same urge to scratch her arm the woman had. In fact she didn't feel at all, she was lifeless. Rolling her head to one side Eirene looked across to opposite bed, with morbid fascination at he place where the little girl's head neatly split open at the top. Where bone and skull should have shown white beneath open flesh was a titanium frame for circuitry and microchips. Wires connecting to lab equipment between the beds plunged into the cranial cavity. It was a horrify sight, a dead child with a computer erupting from her head, except it wasn't real. The child's rosy pink flesh and fluffy yellow hair where artificial facsimiles in look and touch to their biological counterparts. The muscles beneath those where synthetically grown from proteins and laced with thin conductive wires. The muscles grafted onto a titanium skeleton wreathed in tubes and wires. A machine sculpted into the form of a resting child. Eirene was not one to judge. Her own body, the one of a mature but strong woman who's chest rose a fell lightly with steady successive breaths, was also entirely a machine prosthetic. However, digitally recorded inside her cybernetic shell was a 'ghost', the consciousness of someone who had once been a living, breathing, organic human. The plan was take her brain and connect inside the girl's prosthetic body. Eirene, a long time cyborg and a career hacker, was as qualified as it was possible to be for this unorthodox surgert She had already had gone through the trails of learning the control a set of prosthetic bodies as she had growing up. Indeed she had even adopted new prosthetic bodies as disguises for other operations in her line of work. Never however had she gone younger than her actual age. She was worried it would effect her sense of self, alter her ghost. Or, an adult ghost simply wouldn't be compatible with a child's body and she would be unable to control it. Who knew? This had never been attempted before. A pair of legs stepped across her gaze obscuring the girl's body she was soon to occupy. Eirene looked up to see the chief surgeon reach towards her, his gloved hands gentled positioned her head deeper into a sort of neck cradled she was supposed to be it in. With a faint hydraulic hiss but no pain at all, she felt one of her cranium plates being opened and positioned out of the way. Then another. So it began. *** Eirene was aware of herself. Not of a body as such, though she had a vague impression of what that looked like drawn from her memories, but in this darkness she couldn't see it. Neither could she feel it. Not warmth or chill, not fabric against her skin, not the weight of herself pressing into the hospital bed. She was nowhere, context-less and yet her mind was alive and racing. Eirene new what this was. She was disconnected. Her boxy little cyberbrain was probably being held by the chief surgeon apart from her body, ready to be installed into her new body. It was an uncomfortable mental image, so Eirene focused on the sensation of her own ghost. She had a sense of having a body, a human body, her ghost's own perception of itself, and imagined herself relaxing on calm tropical beach. The microchips inside her brain sourced upon all her relevant memories and soon the void was gone, her simple fantasy a reality for her. *** White light seared her mind, instinctively she bucked but no limbs followed the involuntary movement her ghost had tried to make. The surgeons had brought her back online. Already there was dissonance as the old cyberbrain tried connecting with the new systems. The little girl who had been in a state of peaceful sleep like un-life, now had her eyes open and had begun to spasm weakly. Bind and paralysed. The surgeon's rushed to adjust the hardware, in another room programmers typed keys with a furious clatter to rewrite the software, between them they had to get Eirene cyberbrain integrated before put itself in danger. Eirene tried to focus not on the overwhelming flood of sensory data she was receiving but to retreat inside herself once again and simply focus on her ghost. She felt the tingling sensation of a much larger body, the one she was used to, overlaying against what she was feeling from the tiny infant one. Then, weirdly, what her ghost perceived as her hand, occupying as space on the bed where knew there was no hand, she felt that imaginary hand being squeezed comfortingly. A voice a accompanied, or at least the impression of one, singing maybe? She let her ghost be lifted into the breeze of the lullaby. *** Harsh laboratory lights made her eyes feel dry but at least she could see probably again and feel just what was urgent, not everything at once. Eirene blinked. “Good”, a surgeon aside beside her and tapped at hand held touch pad. “Can you touch your nose?” They had managed to save her, it had been a tense couple of hours, but she had gotten through it, and was responding well to the tests. She attempted to touch her nose. It was clumsy gesture with her entire hand batting towards her face but it counted. Satisfied with the results the surgeons electronically sedated her again. This time, without a military grade body, her systems did not reboot themselves again. In fact she was unconscious for a full three days, an unwitting hostage in a Promethian Flame political exchange. They released her back to the authorities, in return they the terrorists scored a political victory. They had proven cyberisation technology was in the hands of the refugees. There would be riots in the lower city. Oblivious to it all, Eirene woke up in a bright hospital. With an almost sickening sense of deja vu she realised she recognised the consultant's room. It belonged to her long time physiotherapist. Groggily she tried to say some kind of greeting but it emerged as baby babble. 'fuck.' she thought to herself and looked up into his eyes imploringly.

I'll post my intro and you can message me with any further questions as we go along. Sound good?

I should add that she involuntarily acts like a baby but maybe as she regains control she'll intentionally regress.

Let's say they know each other before the incident. Your character can be a physiotherapist at the hospital were the cop usually has her prosthesic body maintenance. So they have familiarity as she would have seen him frequently in a professional setting. Being trapped in a child's body, she acts like a baby from the onset but gradually regains some control. Maybe she will grow to accept acting like a baby, and even role play it in the future if she gets an adult body back.

Three or four years old. Having been adult it will be humiliating for them needing diapers again. The nurse might assume that the child had been potty trained and so is disappointed to have to do it all over again. She will have lost not only bladder control but also suffer impaired motor control until she learns to use her new body, so at first she'll require physiotherapy and essentially need to be cared for like a baby, including feeding and being bathed. But she'll learn to walk and speak properly again through the course of the story. Yes I think she'll warm to the nurse. Especially if she can convince them of her unlikely story (actually being a cop trapped in a child's body.) I hadn't considered that the protagonist might know the nurse prior to the incident. That might be intriguing and indeed makes it more likely she could pursade the nurse to help her seek justice or regain her former body. But the slow trust building might be good to. What are your thoughts?

Do you have any questions? I have an intro written for this already which I can adapt.

Yes. That is absolutely fine

Hi. [A small disclaimer] I'm an experienced hobbyist writer however I work a demanding professional job. I.e. I can quality posts as part of this RP but you might not get them everyday subject to time constraints. INSPIRATION:- I'm a fan of the manga / anime franchise 'Ghost in the Shell', amidst other cyberpunk media but the Oshii film always stands apart for me, not just because its superlatively animated for its time but the for the scene at the end. For anyone who isn't aware of the story the basic summary is that protagonist, a female cyborg cop who is investigating the case of a rouge 'sentient AI' eventually agrees to it's proposal to allow it to integrate with her mind. Her cyborg body is destroy after this merging but her brain is salvaged and ends up in the artificial body of a child. In the film this is a visual metaphor for the new life her union with the AI has created. As an ABDL I can't get but be fascinated by this technologically achieved physical regression. So, the above paragraph describes my interest but frankly i'm perfectly happy to be flexible in regards to what the story of this RP is. It by no means has to be a fanfic confining off from where Ghost in the Shell leaves off. Indeed I would be intrigued to hear your own ideas and thoughts. CONCEPT:- So keeping the description vague (we will discuss details), I propose this RP follows an tough female cyborg cop. Through the course of an investigation she finds her electronic brain trapped inside the body of an child. Depending on the tone this can be through benevolent means or malevolent means. I.e. it's either a procedure to save her life after injury to her adult body or its a form of torment/entrapment by the preps she's been investigating to pervert the course of justice. Trapped in a young child's body the protagonist might still try to finish her investigation whilst combating the challenges of her new body. These would include being generally treated as / mistaken for, a child by those un-privy to her situation. I also imagine her electronic brain would have difficulty integrating with a body it wasn't designed for resultant in decreased motor functionality and incontinence. Roles: I would like to play the protagonist and I'm looking for someone to fill the dominant role as either a care giving figure or an antagonist. This comes back to the situation which lands the protagonist in a child's body being either benevolent or malevolent. The dominant role could be a sympathetic nurse who agrees to help the protagonist whilst exercising a duty of care over her. Otherwise it could be her antagonist, the individual she was investigating having trapped her in a child's body rendering her effectively harmless. Thanks for reading. If you are interested let me know your thoughts.

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It was relaxing sitting with Erodryn leaning over her, picture book held out in front of her. Tora supposed because it reminded her of actual childhood. She was dressed a child after all. The words in the book were printed large and the pictures were colourful with broad strokes, not until the art style of the Sandro publishing company of Japan, Earth. It was also in Erodryn's mannerisms and treatment of Tora. She was naturally mothering, although Tora took the Sylvan Elf's tutoring patience as a curse. She couldn't believe they had been studying together for only two hours. She remembered at school it had always felt like the last minutes before the bell rang would stretch to eternity but she had never experienced it like this. I wasn't that she was bored by the lesson, she was guiltily enjoying being praised for just a small thing as a child would be encouraged. The reason for her discontentment was the ache of her bladder contesting with her promise to meet the Sylvan's four hour toilet break stipulation. When Erodryn offered her hand Tora gladly took it, hoping perhaps the Sylvan woman had noticed her restlessness and perhaps decided to acquiesce, taking Tora to the toilet ahead of schedule. Of course it was too embrassing for Tora to ask to go the toilet after only two hours. If she announced it she would surely be deemed too 'young' for toilet training. She assumed her need to go was some kind of ill fortuned fluke. As she stood Tora's bladder, which had been sitting full for some time, contracted as her abdominal muscles stretched, causing an alarmed Tora to feel a spurt of urine jet into her panties before she regained continence. Felt her face whiten with panic but she quickly tried to compose herself. It was only a little accident, maybe it didn't count? Tora felt childish having not only had another accident but also in convincing herself to hide it but she couldn't think of a way to talk about it with Erodryn. She had been told quite clearly that she was expected to wait four hours or she wasn't going to be entrusted with managing her own toilet training. She worried fretfully that she might get demoted from the trainer-like panties she was wearing to whatever the Sylvan equivalent of diapers were. As they walked Tora was distracted by the wetness of her panties and the fullness of her bladder. Never the less she found herself taking in the sights of the palace, after all visiting a royal residence was a unique experience filled with splendor.

Tora studied the map unfurled before her. It was hand drawn but exquisitely detailed. She could read any of the complicated text but she would understand the graphics well enough. Erodryn pointed and Tora could tell it was a city. Presumably the city they were in. "Big City." Tora mimicked. Assuming it was the name of the city. For Tora the two simple words sounded like an entire sentence in her own language. Peering at the map again Tora tried to trace her journey. There were a few lines leading from the city which lead to other towns, villages and homesteads. There was rugged coast, expansive steppes, forests and mountains but nothing which she could easily identify as what she had come to think of as the threshold by which she had arrived. It was infuriating that the Sylvan had torn up her suit when undressing her. It had a navigation chip, which logged her movements. With a reference point and some trigonometry she could have worked out exactly how to get back to her ship. It didn't help her to feel frustrated by her situation, instead she decided to make the most of the opportunity to bond a little with the Lady of the Household. "Tree." She said in Sylvan tongue, pointing at the symbol on the map. "Lake. River. Hill. Grass..." She had learned some Sylvan before arriving but the list of things she could identify and say, ran out quickly. Tora pointed at a pair of the equine creatures which had pulled the wagon today and looked up expectantly.

"Your world... Is it a sphere? As you know, my world is Earth. Which we refer to as a planet. The UNE also lays claim to several other planets in our system, Sol, and neighbouring system, Alpha Centurai, where we have established orbital research stations and mining colonies. One of the agendas I was issued with by the Council was to establish the extent of your Sovereignty, so we can avoid future territorial disputes. We have very little understanding of your world. To us it appears to be surrounded by no other planetary bodies or satellites and Toril itself is shrouded by... A kind of darkness, we cannot see into. It's the reason we had not discovered Toril until now." Tora felt her 'Mommy' fold her arms around her, holding her in position on the woman's lap. Tora consciously tried not to flinch and remind herself she had to be in the mindset of a very young child now, not an adult, she could expect to be constantly cuddled and held like this. She supposed it was just meant to be affection. Tora listened to the tutor's proposal and nodded in approval. "It's a deal!" She answered with naïve optimism, glad to be given an opportunity to demonstrate she wasn't the baby they thought she was. "I assume i'm already wearing 'the panties designed for wetting?" She asked. If that was so, it didn't appear she would be forfeiting anything other than pride if she lost out on this bargain. She didn't see how that would happen though, she could easily maintain control for just four hours. It was only because the Sylvan had been so unreasonable in allowing her to use the toilet until this point that she had been having accidents.

Tora nodded. She understood what was expected of her but as a grown woman who had arrived as an envoy, anticipating being treated as an equal, she felt acting like toddler was going to be challenging. Reluctantly she shimmied across and entered Erodyn's arms. Tora vaguely understood the tutour's meaning about having a new Mommy. She deduced that if she was viewed as a child on this world then it was expected she be placed in some form of custodian ship. She appreciated she lucky in this regard for Erodryn was obviously of high status and wealth. Although, Tora did wonder how independent of Earth she would be. "Will I be able to talk to my actual... Talk to my Earth mother? In the silver mirror perhaps?" She asked. She also wanted to hear from the UNE Council what exactly the mistake had been which had lead her to be sitting in a woman's lap and wearing a diaper? "I do use the toilet! I just havn't been given the chance. No one has even shown me where to find one. And what is Toril? Is that where we are? This House? This walled city? This realm?"

Although in semi familiar surroundings, Tora felt I'll at ease to be sitting with mature and finely dressed women, while she was dressed like a small child. Tora's brow knotted at Sylvian translator's careful but perhaps slightly garbled choice of words. 'War?' She thought to herself in horror. She understood there had been some kind of mistake but it was more difficult to comprehend that there could be such serious diplomatic consequences. Tora rubbed one of her temples and thought back to her diplomatic training. She had told she might be threatened. She had been told war might be threatened. Her instruction was not even entertain the concept. Perhaps something was lost in translation again? In any case she wasn't going to repeat the word 'war'. Instead she focused on the supposed problem. She was under the impression she wasn't behaving as the Sylvan expected. "When I volunteered for this program, this exchange, it was made clear to me I would quickly have to adapt to a new culture, with different ideas to our own. Being treated like this..." Tora looked down at her pale green dress with a daisy motiff. "Is difficult for me, in my culture I am an independent. However I release my behaviour may have offended your hospitality, for which I am sorry. If it means our peoples can be friends. I will stay. I will obey. As 3 Tau." Tora felt the weight of her statement. Effectively she had no other choice. She didn't know how to get back to her ship by herself and she didn't want to threaten conflict. Neither the less committing to being treated as 3 Tau, which she had realised meant reliving toddlerhood, was a dramatic action to commit too. Tora hadn't yet worked out why they thought she was a toddler and she didn't apprechaite should have to spend a decade of her own years until they tried to potty train her.

TtyIt seemed Tora was right that soiling herself had cemented the concept that she was just a baby to these people. Du Lie'ess, who had earlier displayed doubts about carrying her, now hoisted her up with matronly matter-of-factness. Her body language said, "I know you don't like this but you're too little to understand what's best for you, so i'm going to do it anyway. I'm the adult, i'm in charge." "Let me go!" Tora half huffed, half sobbed. She was effectively sitting in Du Lie'ess's hands again, wearing a messy diaper. The act of being picked up had smeared the fecal matter around her bum and her wriggling only made things worst. She felt absolutely revolting. Worst was the gentle bouncing motion as the woman walked with her. For an actual infant the natural rhythm would have been quite soothing but for Tora it was a continuous reminder of her smelly accident. Tora was eventually set down on her feet. A wet ceramic floor (heated beneath by steam or enchantment) meet the unclothed soles of her feet. She recognized the bathing room from earlier and the three attendants. "Bathroom?" Tora realised the mistake. "No. Not bathroom. Toilet... WC. Water closet. Public Conveniences. Lavatory. Restroom. Privy. Loo. Bogs. Crapper. The John. Porcelain throne..." She ranted in frustration. She was mindful not to add 'potty' to her list. The bath attendants looked on with puzzlement. They recognized the foreigner from bathing and dressing her earlier but under prompt from the ranking Slyvian, they compliantly repeated the procedure without complaint. It became more obvious why the girl wanted another bath as soon as they had stripped off her onsie. Tora stood amidst them, hands over her diminished breasts, blushing scarlet red, an obvious bulge sitting in the seat of her pink printed diaper. Sympathically one of the attendants washed the tears off Tora's face and allowed her to blow her nose which had been streaming. The other two had brought a basin of water over, they took off Tora's soiled diaper and washed her bottom with warm flannels before allowing her to step into the heated bathing pool proper. For her own part Tora felt diminished. She resigned herself to obediently allowing the attendants to guide and poise her nude body. She felt child-like in that regard. They little something's to her accompanied by gestures and she would lift her arms or turn around so that they could wash her fully. After being towel dried another diaper awaited her. "I keep trying to tell you. I don't need to wear these. You just won't let me find a toilet." Tora insisted, cross her arms and turning her nose up at the offending item. The attendants didn't understand and proceeded to diaper her. Di Lie'ess offered nothing to countermand this. Everyone knew it was best practice to keep a 3 Tau old in diapers, at least until they showed signs of being ready for potty training. The attendants dressed Tora in a simple dress of mint green. Although it fitted her adult sized body, Tora knew it was a child's dress. It was sheer at the chest, only flaring out at the skirt. The hem and short sleeves were trimmed with white eyelets and at the neckline was a Peter pan collar. That was all they dressed her in. No shoes or socks since she would be staying in-doors. No tights or even a onsie to help hide the diaper beneath her skirt. "Uh-ah. No. I don't want to be carried." Tora said shaking her head when Du Lie'ess stooped to pick her up, them memory of sitting in her messy diaper was still too fresh. Instead they hand walked back to Erodryn with Tora's hand being held. The plush of velvet carpets beneath her feet and lightness of her thin cotton dress leaving Tora feeling barely dressed at all. She almost preferred wearing the onsie.

Tora was sure I'd being permitted to walk was a treat or a torment, it seemed to her that with every step she was literary one step closer to accidentally filling her diaper. The only thing keeping her going was the thought that she was being taken to the toilet. They passed through a set of doors and Tora was surprised to find herself in a large hall where Lady Erodryn and group of Slyvian Folk were standing in front of a huge circular mirror framed in filigree silver. Tora had slowed her pace almost to a stopping point, she could feel her body trying to make a bowel movement but she focused on keeping in it. Du Lie'ess An simply tugged at her hand and Tora was forced to follow. Her face was ashen pale, she was certain she was about to mess herself in front of all these people. Why had the tutor brought her here? As they drew closer Tora realised there was a swirling image on the mirror surface. She realised she could see people. Human people, from Earth. Weren't some of them UNE Councilors? Was that the Secretary?! Tora was humiliated at the clothes she had been dressed in, she just hoped no one who saw her now could recognise the bulge of a diaper beneath her onesie. 'Oh no.' Thought Tora, blushing red as she remembered her diaper. Upon surprise at seeing images on the mirror she had forgot to keep holding herself. She was disgusted to feel a surge of mushy poop squeeze out of her bottom and into the seat of her diaper. She wanted it to stop but rather like when she had wet herself earlier she found she powerless. The mess continued to slowly into her diaper, ballooning out the rear of her onesie and causing an obvious stink in the room, earning her some knowing glances. Tora could see that even the Councilors on the mirror screen had taken notice. She wasn't the type of girl who cried but this all proved too much for her and she burst in humiliated tears.

Tora's makeshift mound of soft toys was barely stable, she could feel it wobbling beneath her feet but triumphantly she had managed to grasp the top rail of the crib and steady herself. She felt briefly elated. Fate had finally dealt her a lucky hand, there was no magic preventing her from climbing over the top of the rail. Tora paused, judging the drop to the floor in front of her. It was higher than she could reach, plus the height of the bed. She estimated it was 2.5 meters. Ideally she would have climbed down using the bars but it stood to reason she wouldn't be able to reach through to grasp the bars from the outside, in the same way she had been denied using them to climb in the first place. So she was left with the option to jump. She had made a similar jump a couple of times before on an assault training course. Admittedly she had sprained her ankle doing it the first time after foolishly leaping from the top. She now knew the sensible thing was to try and lower herself down at least some of the drop but she didn't know what kind of purchase she might except on the outside of the rails, she might just slide right down. Tora was willing to be daring. She knew risking the possibility of hurting herself and not being able to communicate what was wrong, was not wise. However, given she'd already had her breasts magically reduced today, she suspected the Sylvian would be able to put their talents towards the art of healing to. She made up her mind and was about to climb up onto the top rail before realising someone had just entered the room. Tora was suddenly rapt with that very juvenile sense of being caught just before performing something she really knew she ought not to be doing. She hesitated for a moment, stepping down from her platform back onto the mattress and then she smiled as she recognised the woman who had been introduced to her as her tutor. "Yes. Yes. Up. Up." Tora nodded vigorously. Her need to relief herself was rather pressing down following her 15mins of physical activity. She could feel her bowels start to percolate. The bars suddenly dropped as if released from an invisible latch. The tutor reached in and picked Tora up. 'Bathroom please." Tora asked, trying to be sweet. In actuality she was a little prickly about being picked up when she had already demonstrated she could walk perfectly well. The fact was that stranger was holding her, with a hand on her bottom. On Earth, such a non consensual act would have been harassment. Here, well she could try struggling or shouting but there really seemed little point, she knew the Sylvan were a lot stronger than she was. It was futile. "Bathroom please." Tora insisted with a little more urgency. She was actively clenching against the building pressure now. She feared she was going to have an accident. Again! But the thought of soiling herself seemed worse than the wetting she'd experienced and it was only going to cement the delusion these people had that she needed diapers.