Re-Education Camp

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

 

 

New Story I've started, which I'm 100% going to finish.  It's not going to be a long one.  I'm also posting it on wattpad if you prefer reading there.  https://www.wattpad.com/story/358722560-re-education-camp

 

Chapter 1  Get to Work
I was still a bit groggy and stiff from the drugs and the long train ride from the city to the countryside.  It was so strange, I was on a train, and then a bus for hours, but I can barely remember it, like I dream.  The noises I could hear were getting louder, doors opening, mumbled speech, shuffling feet.  I got off the bed and looked around.  My room was small and spartan, though it had the clean and white style that the regime favored.  I was wearing white boxers and a white undershirt, I have no idea where my clothes are, my wallet, my phone, its all confiscated, but that's the price you pay when you drop out of college and become a dissident.  

My smart watch was gone and had been replaced by a larger model with a steel bracelet and bigger screen.  The screen had the time, it was 8:30AM, and a few numbers in the corner.  There were not buttons on touching it didn’t seem to have an effect, even worse there was no way to take it off and the steel bracelet seemed incredibly durable.
I saw a shadow through the small window of the door, then it opened, "EF67, put on your uniform and report to the dining hall,” said a burly guard in body armor.  

"Hey, what uniform, what's going on? I demand due process under the law," I said approaching the door.  The guard entered the doorway, pulling a baton from his belt, I jumped back but he was too quick.  A strong gloved hand took my arm and the baton landed almost gently across my chest.  I felt a  shock and my muscles immediately stopped functioning.  He let go and I collapsed on the tiled floor, unable to move. 

"Your motor functions will return in 3-5 minutes, due process has been suspended for class A dissidents.  Put on your uniform and report to the dining hall.  You will comply," the guard said and exited the room.  I laid there unable to even move my eyes, all voluntary muscle control was suspended.  

'Great, they've chipped me,' I realized.  When my motor functions returned I got up and explored the room. The steel door to the outside had a large window, I grabbed the handle but it wouldn’t turn. “How the hell am I supposed to leave if you locked me in!” I yelled.  It was a small bedroom, padded bunk protruding from the wall.  There was a toilet, wash basin, medicine cabinet, chest of drawers and closet.  I opened the top left drawer and was surprised to see plain white women's panties, the drawer under that had bras.  A smaller middle drawer had regular white socks and a drawer underneath it long thin white knee high socks.   "What the hell?" I said.  I quickly opened the right top drawer and saw plain white men's boxer shorts like the ones I was wearing, the drawer under that one was similar white undershirts.

I opened up the medicine cabinet and found it stocked with menstrual pads, tampons, basic shaving and grooming supplies, and even first aid.  Next I went to the closet and found that it contained several identical copies of a men’s and women’s uniform in various sizes.  ‘I guess it’s a unisex room?’ I thought.  The men’s outfit was a pale blue pair of coveralls and a blue ballcap.  The women’s outfit was a pale pink mid length dress that buttoned up the front, hanging on the side of the women’s uniform was a pink sunbonnet. On the floor of the closet were sturdy work shoes in a selection of sizes.  There was a chute near the closet labeled soiled wash, and another one labeled trash.
“The regime sure likes their traditional gender roles,” I said and pulled the blue uniform off a hanger in my size and put it on.  The watch buzzed on my arm and when I checked it said, “uniform connected.”  I pulled on the socks and put on the shoes and both times the watch buzzed indicating I had put on clothing items. ‘This is some fancy tech for prison,’ I thought. 

When I returned to the door it didn’t open for me, but the monitor beeped.  The screen said, “hat.”  I went and put on the ballcap and then the door opened.   I entered the hallway.  There was a sign nearby that said men’s dining and women’s dining with corresponding arrows so I followed the men’s and arrived at another door which opened for me.  Inside only a few men were eating from trays at long tables, two guards stood on either side of the room.  There were trays on the counter of bland food so I took one and sat down.  In a few minutes an older guy came by and sat down beside me. “Hey you’re a new guy right?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I just got here,” I said.  

“Well you’ve got a ton of work before your shift is done so you better eat quick and get started.”  He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the hall from the one I entered.  Go there, oh and remember don’t go too far from any paths or roads. You’re going to hear some nonsense from bums today but don’t believe it” The man said and got up taking his tray to the disposal area.
“Wait what nonsense?” I asked but he was already gone.  While I was eating a woman walked into the dining hall with a confused look on her face.  She was round and soft looking, since I was the only person now in the dining hall she walked up to me.  Umm, the woman’s dining hall wouldn’t open, but the men's door did?” she said.

She was a bit overweight, and had punky style hair dyed green. It was shaved on one side and long on the other.  “I guess it’s based on the uniform and you didn’t opt for the girl’s uniform,” I said with a chuckle.”

“Hell no,that thing was hideous. I’m Amy by the way.  What is this place.”

“Re-education camp for dissidents, I’m guessing you are a protestor.” I said.

“Yeah, I was in a protest when the cops showed up, but instead of just chasing everyone off they were snatching people.  A cop sprayed something my face and I woke up here.” Amy explained.

“Yeah, we’ve been chipped too,” I said.

“I was already chipped, my parents made me two years ago,” Amy said.

“Dang, thats a bummer, I’m Chris by the way.   I was told by the last person to leave we should hurry,” I said.  We quickly ate our breakfast and then went to the exit.  It led down a long hall with a few doors that wouldn’t open for us, but the door at the end of the hall was labeled EXIT and opened to the outside, there was concrete sidewalk but surprisingly no fences.  Off in the distance I could see a white building, but mostly it was countryside some of it cleared grass fields and some forested.  The weather here seemed nice, to my left down the wall of the building I exited I could see a path, and no guards in sight.

“I guess they aren’t worried about us running away,”  but let's just see what happens.”  I said and started walking off the concrete sidewalk.  After maybe 20 steps I felt the start of a headache, in 5 more steps it was sharp excruciating pain.  I remember what the man had told me and quickly started back toward the path, the pain disappeared.  

“I fucking hate these people!” I said and continued down the concrete path.  In a few minutes our paths had converged.  

A guard was coming down the path toward us and motioned for us to continue, so we looked at each other and shrugged.  

“You two are running behind, you better get started quickly, let's go,” she said.  We followed the woman down the path to a large gravel pad with a huge pile of gravel in the center.  A small electric vehicle with a truck bed was parked nearby. Like a slightly bigger golf cart.  

“You need to load this truck with gravel, drive down to the site and start spreading it out.  Men need to hit 3000 shovel loads before then can return for classes which start at 2PM and 4PM and you don’t want to miss classes.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because classes are what get you released.”

“How many do I need to make?” Amy asked.

“3000,” the guard said.

“Yeah, but I’m a woman,” Amy replied.

“You’re wearing the men’s uniform so you need 3000,” your screen will count up.  

“You’ll get a warning if you’re getting dehydrated and your scoops won’t count until you drink water.  There is water and food on the cart,” the guard explained.

“Don’t you have machines that could do this?” I asked.

“Work is an important part of the program.  The restroom is over there, but you have to walk.  Your uniform can only unsnap in the restroom so don’t try to relieve yourself at the work site,” the guard said.

I looked at the distance to the restroom, it was probably tenth of a mile, “You’re kidding, the bathroom is way up there?”   A small truck was coming down a gravel road with a pair of guys in blue coveralls, they quickly backed up to the gravel pile and started shoveling furiously.  They were strong and worked like someone cracked whips at their back.  When they were finished loading they took off a jog down the walkway to the bathroom.

I went to the small vehicle. There were work gloves and shovels in the back so I put on a pair and started loading it.  Amy did the same, but neither of us was accustomed to this kind of work.  The two guys were long gone and another truck had come and gone as well, but eventually we filled the small truck and I got in and started driving down the gravel road, it was only a few minutes and we arrived at a large work site, a giant excavated square perhaps a half a mile wide that might someday serve as a foundation.  All over the square we could see the little trucks and teams working with shovels along with occasional guards walking about.

My jaw dropped when I realized that most of the workers were women in the pink dress uniform and bonnet, “These bastards are taking mostly women as prisoners,” I said. 

We found a spot far away from anyone else and started unloading our gravel, I watched my counter go up as I spread the gravel.  Amy struggled more than me with the work and needed to stop several times.  I took a break myself and spent a few minutes observing the area.  The smaller number of blue clad workers were hustling, while the pink workers were lackadaisical in their work, taking frequent breaks and meeting up in clusters to talk.  Eventually a pair came driving across toward us.  

They climbed out of their vehicle and I immediately suspected that the driver wasn’t a woman, despite being in the dress and bonnet. The driver was taller, and had a squarish frame, their dark hair was long, but their face and body had no feminine qualities.   “Hi we’re the welcoming committee," the passenger said and reached out to shake my hand.

“Hi I’m Sharon and this is Lacey,” she said pointing at the driver in the pink uniform dress.  He smiled and stuck out his hand as well which I noted had painted fingernails, they were both wearing makeup.

“Hey, there, so as I’m sure you’ve guessed you can choose which gender uniform you want to wear,” Lacey said and did a very girly little presentation of himself and spun around smiling and giggling a bit.

“Ummm, that makes no sense. I thought the Regime was all about traditional gender ideology?” Amy said.  

“Oh yeah, I mean, that’s one of the reasons I’m here, I was involved in women’s liberation, they actually snatched me at a Rally and brought me here,” Sharon said.

“I don’t really get it either, but 1500 scoops is way better than 3000,” Lacey said.  

“How long have you been here?” I asked them.

“It’s hard to say, the seasons don’t change much here, I was counting days but lost count. It's more than 100, I think around 120 something, so about 4 months,” Sharon answered.  

“So if we finish our work we go to classes? What are they like?”  I asked.

“I know this is going to sound stupid but they are kind of fun, we watch movies, play games, do arts and crafts,” Lacey answered.  They have been brainwashed, there was no doubt about it.  

“Umm, that doesn’t sound like prison?” Amy said.

“So you guys shouldn’t work too hard today, as long as you work a little bit the guards won’t bother you, but its too late to make your quota today so just take it easy.  Tomorrow wear the pink uniform and make sure you get back to the building before 2PM so you can attend the first class.”  Sharon explained.

“What happens if we don’t make our Quota?” Amy asked.

“Nothing, you just don’t get credit for the day, but the guards will send you back in at 6PM to eat.  

“What are credits?” I asked.

“They’ll explain it all in class tomorrow, oh and when you’re suit tells you to drink you better drink,” Lacey said.  The two looked at each other for a moment and nodded.  “Even at 1500 hundred scoops it can be hard to make the quota if you take a lot of bathroom breaks. So, if you’re behind, just pee.”  Lacey explained.

“But these buttons don’t work, the suits are locked on,” Amy said.

“Just wet yourself, the suit material dries really fast, it’s not that big of a deal,” Sharon said.  

“This is insane,” I told them.  

“I know but you get used to it, it’s not so bad, we gotta get back to work,” Sharon said as they got back in their little truck and drove off towards the gravel pile.  

“So the plan is to turn us into transgender bimbos?” Amy asked me when they were gone.

“Yeah, I don’t know, but look around, I don’t see that many blue uniforms,” I said.

“It’s like that old movie, The Matrix, you know red pill, blue pill.  It’s like they are giving us a choice.”  

“Yeah keep your dignity and work your brains out, or lose it and get brainwashed.”

“But did you see how pretty his nails were?” Amy said and we both cracked up. We took their advice and just worked easy.  About every 30 minutes our screens would light up telling us to drink, and wouldn’t unlight until we finished one of the 12 ounce bottles in the cart's built-in cooler.    The next trip to the gravel pile we walked down the path to the bathroom it took about 15 minutes to go and make it back.  Around noon we ate the packed lunch in the cart, it was a plain sandwich and snack bar.  Shortly thereafter, two guys in blue coveralls stopped next to us.  They both had sweaty brows from working.  

“Hey there, good to see you on team blue, the driver said.

“Hey thanks,” I told him.  

“So if you don’t want to end up a pansy fairy like most of the fags here then you best work your fucking asses off tomorrow and make quota.”  The passenger said.

“Oh, umm OK,” I said.

“And you are welcome in blue as well Miss, we take anyone that can work.  Don’t gotta have a cock to shovel,” the guys said as they drove off.

We both looked at each other and shrugged.  As the day wore on the work site emptied out, we seemed to be the only new people in the area.  The third time I walked to the bathroom I was starting to seriously consider just letting it rip.  At 4PM we were the only workers left.  My counter said I had done 700 scoops, Amy had only managed 400.  At 5PM the guards had all left but one, who approached us, it was the same woman who had talked to us this morning.

“OK lets head back, you aren’t making your quotas today.” She said,  I tried to ask questions but she shook her head.  "You should receive orientation after dinner,” was all she would tell us.  Once we got back inside we were greeted by a well dressed woman in a traditional dress.  She led us to a small conference room.  

“Welcome to Camp 4, my name is Francine and I’m your orientation expert.  Sorry I couldn’t make it until now.  Of course you know that the latest in violence prevention technology has been installed in both of you for your safety so any attempt to harm yourselves or others will result in paralysis.”  She explained.

“Yeah I know how they work,” I said.  

“Very good, so as you can see this facility is state of the art, and will help lost souls such as you better integrate into society through education.  Education is key to success.  That facility is run completely by A.I. The guards are rotated through on a weekly basis and all receive their directives from the A.I.   So the system is completely fair and impartial.”  

“Can you explain this whole pink and blue thing, it doesn’t seem much like the regime’s style?”  Amy asked.

“Certainly, while society needs adherence to strict gender roles we feel that those who weren’t successful in their biological gender will be more successful if they are educated in the opposite gender.  If you wear the men’s uniform you will attend men’s classes, if you wear the women’s uniform you will attend women’s classes,” Francine explained.

“It seems to me like this place is designed to turn us all into compliant women, who piss themselves.  Why make the bathroom half a mile away, why make women do half as much work?”  I asked.

Francine just laughed and ignored my snarky comment.  “If you make your quota tomorrow you will attend classes and earn credits.  Once you earn 1000 credits you will be released and also given recompensation in the form of government sponsored housing.

“I’d like to call my lawyer,” I said.

“No outside contact is allowed during education.” Francine answered.

“I want to call my parents,” Amy said.

“Again no outside contact, do not worry, your family has been notified of your placement.  You will see them again.”  If you work hard you can make it in for the early 2PM class and earn 2 credits a day.  That means you’ll be finished in under two years for sure.”

“What if I don’t cooperate, what if I just sit in my room, will you let us starve?” I asked.

“Failure to make quota and attend classes will result in your removal from this facility, and transfer into the general prison system with a sentence of 10 to 19 years for dissident activity.  You are really lucky to be here and have a great opportunity to improve yourselves.”   

“Great,” I said, feeling defeated.  Francine had food brought to us and we ate alone in the conference room.  We talked for a couple hours about our lives, and made plans for tomorrow.  I would continue in the male uniform and Amy would wear the female uniform so that she could make her quota then we could tell each other about the classes. Around 8 o’clock a guard told us to return to our rooms.  It was surprisingly easy to fall asleep.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 2 A Man’s World

The next day I was up early, dressed and out the door.  The men’s dining hall reminded me of a morning cafe full of guys drinking coffee to get mentally prepared for work.  Most of the guys seemed a bit older.  I was congratulated by a few for staying true, apparently they were watching me.  A couple guys asked to partner up with me, but I told them I was working with Amy. 

We met at 7AM at the gravel pile, she was obviously embarrassed by the pink outfit and especially the old fashioned sun bonnet.   Most people worked in pairs and we were the only blue-pink pair. By 10AM it was obvious to me that neither one of us had much experience with hard labor.   Between the forced hydration alarm, the long walks to the bathroom, and the fact that neither one of us were quick, we weren’t on schedule to make quota by 2PM.  

We noticed that very few of the workers were going to the bathroom, especially the pink clad workers.  Sure, there were a few in the pink, but they were mostly guys and physically fit so they could jog or speed walk to the restroom, plus those who were working harder were sweating more out. 

At noon a group of pink uniforms gathered near us at the worksite to eat lunch..  Sharon and Lacey from yesterday and two others. While I was concerned about the time, Amy needed a break, and truth be told I did too, plus it was good to get to know some of my fellow inmates.  Sharon was much like me, a college drop out, who was involved in the dissident movement, protesting the war and income inequality.  Lacey was different, and after spending some time with her I just accepted that he was a she.   She was a school teacher who was outed online as a crossdresser.  She was fired and eventually kicked out of her apartment and living in shelters.  One day she went to bed in a shelter and woke up here.  She had been here for a few months and seemed to be actually enjoying it.  “It really doesn’t make sense though, they arrest me for being a queer crossdresser and then put me in a re-education camp that encourages me to be a queer crossdresser,” she laughed.  After a short time she just started using her girl name and just accepted that she was transgender.  

The other two were a male and female and both a bit older than me, the girl had maxed out several credit cards and had ran several scams trying to make enough money to pay her rent.  The guy was another protester who had been snatched from a rally on the opposite coast.  One thing that seemed apparent was that they only took unemployed people, and they didn’t take married people or people who had close relationships with their family.  

Eventually I asked the question that had been on my mind, “OK, what's the deal? I’m barely seeing anyone use the restroom, you said yesterday to just pee, but that’s crazy, plus none of you have wet dresses, or socks, or whatever,” I asked.

The 4 of them looked at each other and no one wanted to answer, eventually Lacey said, “Look, this place is weird, I guess they want to humiliate us, or those of us who won’t work like dogs.”  She looked around to make sure no one was watching and then lifted the front of her skirt.  The female dress uniform had a built in stretchy style underpant, but it was obviously bulging out from a thick padded diaper.  Lacey patted her rear end and I instead of a slap I heard a thud and a crinkle.  

“Oh my God,” Amy said.  

“It really isn’t that big of deal, everyone here is wearing them,” Lacey said and the other 3 nodded in shame.  

“No way, there is no way,” Amy replied.

“There is no way I could make quota without them, and I’m not going to spend the rest of my life here,” the scammer girl said.  

“But how does that even work?” I asked.  

“If you wet yourself out here, the uniform knows, when you get back you’ll have a pack of protection in your closet, the door won’t open next morning unless you are wearing one,” Sharon answered.

“But how do you work all day in a wet diaper?”  I asked.  

“They are really good, you barely notice them after a while, and the classes have changing rooms,” Lacey said.

Amy started crying and I looked around at them in disbelief.  “You don’t have to wear them though, I mean some people don’t, that’s the ones who are working so hard and jogging to the restroom,” Lacey explained.

“Look, I know it’s crazy, but classes will help, and it’s just to get out of here,” Sharon said.

“What exactly are these classes even about,” I asked.

“Oh just things, like I’ve learned alot about makeup,” Lacey said.  I had no reply.  The rest of the day I worked like a dog while Amy had given up, she didn’t make her quota, and skipped an entire trip to just walk to the bathroom.  

At 3:30 I had made quota and left her at the gravel pile. I was allowed back in and followed the signs to the men’s classroom.  I was greeted by a guy in a white dress shirt and tie who introduced himself as Mr. Smith the teacher, he congratulated me on making quota and gave me a tour.  The classroom was actually a cluster of rooms.  

There was a large classroom with a modern vid screen, desks and chairs, posters hanging around the room celebrating traditional history.  Posters of heroes from the ages, former presidents, generals, Arnold Schwarzenegger, and of course the current president and leader of the Regime, Baron.

There was a large shower room, where several guys were showering naked during the tour.  There were two enclosed shower stalls marked disabled that had a single user, “That’s where piddle pants guys go to wash up after their shift,” the teacher said.

“Piddle pants?” I asked.

“Yeah guys who wet themselves, there are diapers in there for them,” he said.  I was a bit stunned by the language, and the teacher laughed.  “Hey, some guys choose to game the system piss themselves so they can get through work faster.  We give them a hard time about it, but it’s better than going pink,” he explained.  The last stop on the tour was a rec room, that could have been any oversized man cave or bar, complete with pool table, bar, and posters of pin up girls on the walls.  

I realized that there were a few biological women in the room as well, which made sense.  If men could wear the women’s uniform what would stop women from wearing the men’s.  The teacher noticed me examining a woman,  “Oh that’s Sue, she’s a hardass alright, if she weren’t chipped then she’d probably whip all our asses.  We have a few dykes here, but don’t worry, they are OK,” the teacher said.

I discovered that misogyny was the standard here, the guys razzed each other, about having limp dicks, and leaky cocks, they constantly made fun of women and especially fags, which was the common terminology for a male who wore the female outfit.  The teacher encouraged it.  There were about 25 inmates in the room at 4:10 and the teacher started class by lecturing about the brave sacrifice of soldiers in the battle of Fallujah.  I had only a passing familiarity with the old Middle East wars and found the lecturing interesting, but the political overtones were nearly impossible to stomach.  

Slides and films of massacred Muslim fighters, were accompanied with racial slurs which the teacher echoed.  Strange music and sounds would occasionally play during short video clips.  Some guys sat there glazed over, others were fully engaged as if they were at one of the political rallies that the regime held.

Class was over in about an hour and then we retired at the “bar” for an hour of drinking and bullshitting.  I had never frequented bars and felt very uncomfortable, and I received my fair share of razzing. Once I returned to my room I tried on the fit of the women’s uniform.
 

[Bonsai]

I can smell the gym-like atmosphere of blue team. Do they have a tattoo corner and some blue-supremacy fancy inkjobs on their biceps?

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

On 12/29/2023 at 1:35 PM, Bonsai said:

I can smell the gym-like atmosphere of blue team. Do they have a tattoo corner and some blue-supremacy fancy inkjobs on their biceps?

Oh man that's such a good idea, they would for sure have a tattoo corner and secret blue team tats LOL

 

Chapter 3  Going Pink

The door wouldn’t open, my watch screen said that I had incorrect undergarments.  The clothes in my room had been changed, there were still men’s and women’s but now there were multiple copies of everything in my size.   I had to take off the dress,  take off my boxers and put on the panties, the door still wouldn’t open, I searched through the bra drawer having no idea how to even put one on.  I almost went back to the men’s uniform but I didn’t want to sit through another class like that.  The bra’s were obviously not for women, they had almost no breast cup, but were lacey and feminine.  I felt incredibly uncomfortable once I got everything on and looked in the mirror.  The door still wouldn’t open, my screen reminded me to wear the bonnet and knee high female socks.  At least with the bonnet it was difficult to see my face.  The door opened and I walked from my room to the women’s dining hall with my head down.  The women’s dining hall was much more crowded than the men’s and louder with several conversations going on.  

“Well, don’t we look fabulous this morning,” I was greeted by Lacey.  I mumbled hello and she told me to cheer up, I had made the right decision.  I sat at a table with Amy who refused to look me in the eye, along with Lacey, Sharon, and the other two from yesterday.  The food was different in the women’s, vegetable omelet instead of biscuits and gravy, at least that was an improvement.  

After an hour of work Amy still hadn’t talked to me, and I finally dropped my shovel,  “What?” I said a bit too loud.

“I can’t believe you, going along with this!” she yelled.

“What are the women’s classes like?” I asked.

“I don’t know, just lame, like stuff a housewife should know, I guess,” she said.

“Well the men’s classes are how to become a racist piece of shit, and I’d rather wear a dress than that.  Hell, I’d rather wear diapers than turn into one of those assholes,” I said.  Amy didn’t reply and just hung her head but she did try harder to get through the work.

A few hours later we were loading up the gravel and were about to make our way to the restroom when she stopped me.  No one was close and she spoke freely.  “Chris, I can’t do this, my feet hurt, my back hurts, I can’t walk over there again,” she said.

“It’s not that far, we can get through this,” I told her.

“I don’t care anymore, I just want to go home, I hate it here so much,” Amy said, fighting tears. 

“OK, I’ll make you a deal, I’ll do it if you do it,” I said.

“I can’t do that,” Amy cried.

“Well let's walk over there then, but we have to do one or the other,” I said.  

“Oh God, this is so stupid!” Amy yelled, getting the attention of a guard.  

“Get to work!” he yelled at us.

“We got back in our little electric truck and drove to the worksite, getting out we both nodded in agreement, closed our eyes and wet ourselves.  If this had been a normal dress I could have just squatted down, pulled out my penis out of the panties and pee’d without anyone knowing, though I doubt that would be so easy for Amy.  The built-in shorts made it impossible though, they had absorbed some pee and made a small wet spot on the front of the skirt.    I could feel the pee running down my legs and into my knee high socks. I opened my eyes to see a slightly yellowish stain running down my white knee high socks, but otherwise it would be hard to tell I’d just wet myself, other than the puddle quickly sinking into the gravel underneath me.  

There was a beep and the watches we wore both announced that we had experienced an incontinence episode.  Amy wiped tears from her eyes and went back to work so I did the same.  An hour later a truck rolled to a stop and two blue suited men yelled over.  “Hey sweet tits, how's it going,” a guy said.

“Shut the fuck up,” I replied.

“I wasn’t talking to you fag!  Oh look, it's Chris, our new guy from last night,” the guy said. 

“I was pretty damn sure you were a faggot.  I guess from now on we’ll call you Chrissy,” the guy said.

“Chrissy Pissy Pants, it looks to me,” said the other one.

“It’s better than being a dumb fucking redneck son of a bitch,” I yelled back.

The guy got out of the truck and started towards me, “What did you just say fag,”

“Jim get back in the truck, we don’t got time for this,” the other guy yelled.

“I called you a dumb fucking redneck son of a bitch,” I said.  The guy hawked a thick slimy loogie that landed on my face.  Without thinking I lunged toward him to throw a punch but the moment I was about to launch my fist I felt an intense shock of pain and then fell limp on the ground unable to move.  The guy stood over the top of me laughing and I could hear crunching feet as a guard was running up.  

“Ahh something’s wrong with the faggot,” the guy said and started back towards his truck.  

Amy was rushing to push him or get in his face when the guard showed up and got in her way.  “What’s going on,”  he asked.

“The faggot there tried to attack me sir,” the guard said as he was getting back in the electric vehicle.  

“Then perhaps you should stay away from her, I’ll be watching you GK43,” the guard said.  

“Yes sir,” Jim said as their vehicle drove off.  

“EF67, any attempt at violence will result in paralyzation. This is your second offense so it will last for about ten minutes,” the guard said.

“That guy spit in his face, how about him?” Amy asked.

“Her face,” the guard corrected and started walking away.  Though I couldn’t even move my eyes I could see Amy hovering over me, she reached down and gave me a hug and used her dress to clean my face then continued to work.  Despite my imposed 10 minute break I could have made the 2PM girl’s quota but instead I slowed down and helped Amy.  We took another emergency bathroom break but otherwise made it in at 3:30, some of the last pink dressed prisoners to finish.

The women’s classes were very different, for one there were 3 times more people.  There were a few people in the pink prison dress with a frilly apron who seemed to be servants, one of them had a tablet and came over to Amy and me.  “Well you two had your first accident today, I’m sorry about that. Stalls 10 and 11 have new uniforms for you with your new undergarments, just come and get me if you need any help with them,” she said,  though I was pretty sure she was likely a he.     The shower room was much larger and instead of communal shower heads in the middle of the room there were individual stalls.  Each stall had a changing table stocked with extra diapers, toilet and shower, it was stocked with a variety of nice smelling soaps, there was also shaving cream and disposable razors.

I had little experience with diapers in my life, but I had changed a few of my cousins in the past.  I couldn’t really believe I was doing this, I could probably make quota and still go to the bathroom, but it was a long walk, and I was doing this for Amy.  The diapers were in stacks of three sizes, and  were  an exact copy of a baby diaper, not the pull on undergarments that you see in commercials now, though it lacked the cute designs on a baby diaper, it was completely white  and very thick.  

I took a shower and found the soap and shampoo to feel luxurious, my senses felt more open and my mind more relaxed than it had in a long time.  Without the sense of anxiety I felt about it earlier I took a diaper off the stack and unfolded it.  It smelled wonderful, like a fresh and clean baby’s bottom and I found myself taking a deeper sniff of it.  I laid it out on the changing table and laid down on it then pulled it up between my legs.  The single hook and loop fasteners on the side were connected to stretchy panels that hugged around me perfectly. Though it was thick and a bit constricting when I closed my legs it was also quiet and comfortable.  I got dressed and met Amy out in the hall.  There were several women milling about chatting and Amy was with Sharon and Lacey.  Like me they were feeling relaxed and fresh after their showers.

“Well Chris, you're one of the girls now,” Lacey said with a chuckle.  I blushed but didn’t reply.  The women’s area had several more classrooms than the men’s, one of the frilly apron people with a tablet told us our class assignments.  Amy and Sharon were sent to classroom 2 while Lacey and I were sent to classroom 4.  

There were about 20 people in the class. The teacher greeted us at the door, she was wearing a very traditional dress and had her hair tightly done up in a bun.  She explained that today’s class would focus on proper etiquette and behavior.  She explained situations and the proper responses ranging from receiving compliments for our looks, how to respond when receiving inappropriate attention from a man, how to enter a room, and several more.  After each example some of us were required to perform the action.  If you performed it correctly she rewarded us with a small piece of candy, which correctly unwrapping and eating was also a lesson. By the end of the class we had all earned a couple pieces.  

A small part of me knew something wasn’t right, I was completely comfortable getting in front of the class and saying, “Thank you sir, but you can see from my wedding ring that I am a taken woman.” I also noticed that I raised my voice an octave higher without even thinking about it, but the candy was so good.  

After class we all shuffled out into the hallway and I followed the crowd, like the men’s side classes lasted an hour then there was an hour of recreation time before the next class.  After the last class it was rec time until 9.  The women’s side of the facility had three distinct rec rooms and Lacey was excited to show them off to me.  There was a coffee shop themed room with many books to read and frilly aproned prisoners serving coffee, a sort of club themed room with a bar, games and upbeat pop music, and the third rec room was called the sleepover room.  This room looked like it was designed by a 12 year old girl, Bubblegum pop music was playing, there were screens playing girly movies, it had lots of soft beanbags and cushions in pink pastels and unicorn decor. 

Lacey wanted to go to the sleepover room so I followed her in, Amy and Sharon were already sitting on a big cozy couch and Lacey and I joined them.  “I can’t understand this, what is the point of this?”  I asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?  We’re here to be productive members of society, turning  undesirable citizens into the kind of conforming people the Regime wants,”  Sharon answered.  I just shook my head.  

Lacey spoke up, “Haven’t you heard the speeches by the Minister of Family?  The Nation is built on strong women and strong families, he’s always saying we need more traditional women, and more stay at home mothers to become strong like we were in the past.”

“But, no offense Lacey, we aren’t women, what good is it to train us like women,” I said.

“Look, we've been here for three months, and we’re not even a quarter of the way through our credits.  We’ve seen people change here.  Heck, I've changed in the last three months, I used to hate cooking, cleaning, housework, and especially family, but when I get out of here I’m really looking forward to settling down,” Lacey explained.

“Yeah that’s fine for you, and Amy if she wants that, but I’m not going to be someone’s housewife?  I mean, I’m a guy, the Regime did away with legal same sex marriage years ago.  If they forced all of us men to conform and become patriotic braindead assholes, instead of pretending to be girls, then at least that would make sense.”  Lacey acted like she or he wanted to say something but just looked down and  I saw a tear in their eye.  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” I said.  

They just waved me away and smiled.  “No it’s fine, I have no idea, just try to go with the flow and get through it,” Lacey said.
 

[aldl4811]

Very interesting story, thanks for writing it 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 4 "Go With The Flow"

Going with the flow is what we did.  The diapers were actually much easier and convenient than I thought they would be.  They were incredibly absorbent and the way they swelled up into a warm pillow that hugged my rear actually felt good.  We were required to wear them any time we left our rooms, but luckily we were still allowed to unbutton our uniforms and use the toilets for number 2s.

Amy and I worked with Sharon and Lacey, but we also made friends with some new “pinks” as we often called ourselves and helped them deal with the new environment.  We still endured occasional verbal abuse from the blues but they were usually far too busy to spend much time taunting us.  

The weather here was slowly changing and getting slightly cooler, the days had gone from warm 80s to lower 70s and some of the trees were changing so it must be getting close to Fall.  Lacey said it was early spring when her and Sharon had arrived.

The work had changed a bit.  The first huge gravel foundation we had been spreading was complete and now under construction.  Building robots were putting up foundation and walls for a new facility.  We were now taking loads of powered concrete mix to refill the machines, but some of us were still spreading gravel on a new road leading off from the gravel where another huge worksite was being cleared by bulldozer robots.  Now that we were in diapers full time and accustomed to the work it was easy to make the 2 PM classes.

Shower time and classes were quickly becoming my favorite part of the day. I always felt so relaxed and comfortable after my shower and I was finding the classes interesting.  We were assigned different classes each day, and I had figured out the room assignments.  Room 1 was a basic classroom where we were taught things like managing accounts, planning budgets, history, math, and even art. Really all stuff we’d already learned in school, but it was taught in a very conservative and a girly way.  

Room 2 was the kitchen, which was becoming my favorite, I’d always liked cooking anyway.  Room 3 was etiquette and personal skills, we were taught how to look and act more feminine.  The classroom was basically a beauty salon and fashion store.  Many classes here focused on fashion, beauty and makeup.  Most days we changed out of the uniform into more fashionable dresses.   For someone like Lacey the class was perfect as she wanted to be a woman anyway.  The biological women in the class usually had a ball, but for many of us pinks it was just a credit that we bobbled our way through.  Still to earn our reward candy even us that had no interest in being female did the best we could to learn things like cheekbone contouring and flawless mascara.  

Room 4 was my least favorite and luckily I wasn’t assigned too many classes here.  Room 4 was interpersonal skills and intimacy.  Classes could be like the one on my first day about how to give and take compliments, but they could also be about how to kiss.  I was forced to learn to french kiss with 4 different partners.  Luckily many of the more advanced intimate skills were theory only, but I have now gone through the indignity of learning how to appropriately suck and stroke a penis until climax.  The practice models they make us use are very realistic.  

Room 5 was still a mystery.  A few girls more advanced in the program would go to room 5 instead of work, and come out well after the last class period.  None of us had ever been assigned classes there.  Those who did work would only say it was advanced classes

We also discovered that there were other options available to some students besides the work detail.  Once you’d put in over half your time you could sign up to work inside, inside workers were given a frilly apron and assigned to domestic duties such as cleaning the classrooms, helping with meal prep, some were even given tablets and put in charge of organizing the students into their classes.

I also discovered that there were weekends in the facility, but they were only one day a week, on Sunday.  We were all directed by guards to another new room, a basketball gym, where folding chairs had been set up.   Organ music was playing and a man in a suit stood at a pulpit on a small stage, a small group of mostly pinks gathered in chairs behind him as a choir and to my utter surprise a traditional church service was held.  The service was a combination of giving one’s life to Jesus, asking for forgiveness of sins, but also the importance of family values and patriotism to the state.  Lacey warned me to behave during the sermon and I found out why.  A new Pink stood up to leave and then immediately sat down like a toy whose battery died.  We were getting our religion whether we wanted it or not.  

Once it was complete the blues went to the bleachers on one side of the gym and the pinks to another. What happened next was surreal, Lacey had told us this was a thing, but actually seeing it happen was bizarre. A few of the blues and pinks went off to doors marked “Locker Room.”  They returned wearing basketball uniforms, and 8 pinks were also dressed as cheerleaders.  They proceeded to play a game.  Our pink team was 2 biological women and 3 men.    The cheerleaders were probably split about evenly but it was getting harder to tell.  I’m not much into sports but I found myself getting wrapped up in the game, since I really wanted to see us beat the men’s team.  Lacey said it was rare for the girls to win, but it did occasionally happen. Though we lost 46 to 55 in that game.  

Sunday afternoons were totally unstructured time but there was always something fun going on in the rec rooms.  Blues retired back to their bar to drink and watch sports, Pinks had our choice between the three rec rooms, and girls were always planning events.  Poetry readings, game tournaments, pageants, it was really a fun afternoon and gave us something to look forward to all week.  
  
As the weeks went by I realized that new inmates were always entering the camp, and a few left.  Usually two new inmates a week entered.  It would take well over 626 days to earn enough credits to graduate the program.  Lacey and Sharon were over 200 days now, and had around 300 credits, as there were several days where they hadn’t made it in for the early class.

As far as Lacey and Amy knew no inmates had graduated the program yet.  They knew a Pink named Alexis who had over 600 credits, she was one of the first inmates at this facility.  Besides graduation there were two other ways to leave the facility.  Failing to earn credits and being transferred to a prison, or an attachment transfer.  An attachment transfer occurs when two inmates become romantically involved.  Because of this I made sure to keep my relationship with Amy strictly on platonic terms.  Not that having a physical relationship here was even possible.  Our chips caused pain if we entered someone else's assigned room and there was no private space in any of the rec rooms.  Luckily our sex drives all seemed to be stifled by this place. 

It was around my 90th day when I discovered what happens when an inmate here is not feeling good enough to work.  I felt a bit sick when I went to bed and woke up with a fever and fatigue.  My watch had a medical alert warning on the screen and that morning a guard arrived and took me to the infirmary.  The infirmary was a small treatment room surrounded by 6 small bed chambers. A nurse undressed me and put me in a short hospital gown that barely covered my diaper.  I was put in bed and tests were taken which determined I had a influenza virus.  

I spent three days in the infirmary not allowed to leave the bed.  The nurse explained that if I tried to leave the bed I would be immobilized and since I could harm myself if that happened it was best if I was restrained.   My ankles and wrists were placed in soft cushioned cuffs.  After holding in my poop all day the nurse administered suppositories resulting in my first messy diaper.  I’m ashamed to say it but my resulting breakdown was epic.  I screamed and cried, cursed like a sailor, calling the nurse all manner of foul things.  He came in and forced a thick rubber gag into my mouth and attached it with a strap behind my head.  He told me that if I didn't calm down he would paralyze me and leave me in my mess all night and I’d get a diaper rash, but if I calmed down then I'd get candy treats.  

I managed to get my emotions under control, and the candy treats definitely helped me feel better.  The only thing to do while in the infirmary is read, the nightstand by the bed had a selection of classic girls literature so I spent the next two days reading “The Secret Garden” and was  released back to work feeling completely better.
 

[Guilend]

I guess they're lucky they didn't get spanked for peeing in their panties or face bigger punishment, like being downgraded to child, for it since it's not what an adult proper lady should be doing. Good story though. I enjoy the world building. 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 5 - Rumors

Fall slowly turned to winter, but it was a mild winter in this geographical area.  The morning temperatures were around 40 degrees and would usually warm up to 50.  Leggings, jackets and thicker winter bonnets were added to our wardrobe.  On days it was much colder or raining outdoor work would be replaced with indoor work, we would all be issued cleaning supplies and deep clean the facility.  

All in all things were going pretty well for our little group, but as winter started winding down I could sense things were changing.  Besides Amy, Lacey had become my best friend and while it was subtle I could see changes occurring.  If I didn’t know her from 8 months ago then I would assume she was a biological woman.  She had been in her 30s but she looked like she was in her 20s now, her skin was softer and smoother, her hair had grown long, thick and fuller, her eyes seemed larger, heck her butt, hips and breasts had grown.  

It was obvious that she was being given female hormones.  When I asked her about it she just shrugged and said it must be something in the water.  I was changing as well but as far as I could tell not physically yet. I had taken to shaving my body hair to better fit in with all the girls.  Plus I had really grown a distaste for the whole man in a dress and being called a fag so I tried to look and act as feminine as possible to fit in, Lacey said my makeup skills were really top getting better.  I was even stuffing my bra with toilet paper to try to get the appearance.

 I was completely aware that we were all being brainwashed, but what choice did we really have.  I could go back to being blue anytime I wanted, but then I’d have to work twice as hard and spend all my time with angry bigots.  I also suspected that there was something in the candy they gave us, heck even the soap made me feel all bubbly and happy.  

Then there were the diapers. There was no rule that you had to wear them at night in your room, so I didn’t at first.  But  I found I was waking up several times a night to go pee.  When you are wearing your bathroom you just start to go whenever you feel like it.  So I started wearing a diaper to bed.  I wasn’t incontinent, I could hold it, but there was never a reason too.  The reality was that wetting myself had become so common that I didn’t even think about it, there is no way I could get through a day without diapers now. 

Winter turned to Spring and more changes came to our group, Sharon and Lacey were now well over their year anniversary and over half way through with their credits.  They both switched to mostly indoor work when it was available, so we started spending less time together.  

While at the new worksite one morning in late Spring I saw a new Pink standing around looking confused with their shovel, they were working with another fairly new Pink named Rick that I had talked to once.  Rick was working far from the new guy.  Feeling like they might need help we drove over to talk with them.  “Good morning guys, how's it going?”  I asked them.

“Just another day in gay paradise,” Rick said.  

I ignored Rick’s negativity. Amy walked over to the new guy, “What’s your name?” she asked.

“Dakota,” he said with a tear in his eyes.  Dakota had curly black hair under his bonnet and a cute baby face, most inmates are young, but he could pass as a highschool kid.  

“Dakota it’s going to be OK, it’s really hard to accept this, but I promise it will get better,” Amy told him.

“No you don’t understand.  I heard rumors about these camps on the dark web, I thought it was make believe and now I’m here,” the boy said.

“What rumors did you hear?”  I asked.

“AI controlled prisons where dissidents go in and come out brainwashed slaves to the Regime.  Men are somehow turned into women and married off to high level party members.  It’s real, they’ve already brainwashed you and you don’t even realize it.”  Dakota said.

“I know it seems like that, but this place is really OK, and way better than prison.” Amy said.

“This is a prison, not some kind of a cross dressing summer camp!” Dakota said.  A guard was coming toward us quickly so Amy and I got out of the way.

“Back to work!” he said.  Dakota quickly drew back his shovel to strike the guard but before he could swing the violence prevention program running on his chip interpreted his intentions and immobilized him.  He laid on the ground paralyzed for 20 minutes, before getting up and going through the motions of working.

For the next few days Dakota gave half hearted efforts to conform with the program but after the fourth day of throwing temper tantrums he was removed by the guards and we didn’t see him again.  We both figured it was for the best, he would spend his youth in prison, but we’d seen it before.  Some people couldn’t adjust to the Program.  Still it left me with nagging doubts.  “What if what Dakota said is true, what if we’re going to be married off to Regime party members.  What if they are going to turn me into a girl?”  I asked Amy at supper that night.

“You already are a girl,” Amy said with a laugh.

“I'm serious, you can see it can’t you, heck, Lacey’s growing boobs and most of the Pinks that we’ve known for a while are changing too, at least the male ones,”  I said.

“You’ve been blooming there in the chest department yourself Chrissy,” Amy said.
“I’m stuffing so the blues don’t notice me as much, you know that,”  I said.

“So is Lacey, you worry too much.  The dark web is full of conspiracy theories and propaganda.   We’ve talked about this.  When we finish our credits we’ll use our housing stipends and get a nice place together and start a new life.  Of course we’ll have to potty train first but it’s going to be OK,” Amy said.  

Maybe Amy was right, but I had nagging suspicions.  What Dakota had said made perfect sense to me.  The Regime needs loyal and traditional women to raise loyal and traditional families, what if they found a way to make them
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 6 - Reassignment 

It was just a normal day, work had gone well.  It was so easy to make quota now by 2PM that we usually finished with time to spare.  It was a Tuesday morning and around 9AM a new pair of campers drove up in their cart looking confused.  As the teachers have suggested I stopped thinking of this place as a prison and now it's a camp in my mind and my fellow pinks and the blues are campers.  It feels much nicer to call us campers than prisoners. 

One of the interpersonal skills classes had focused on interacting with new campers.  The teacher had said that the worst thing we could do was swarm them, that instead we should allow them time to adjust to their surroundings and only interact if they came to us or after they had spent some time on the work site.  The new campers approached a guard and were told to go spread out their gravel.  “Oh my God Chris, they are just like we were, look at them,” Amy laughed.  They were struggling with their shovels and picking up big scoops of rocks.  One of the things you learn over time is that there is a minimum amount of material necessary for your scoop to register and that amount is small.  

New campers are always exciting, we can ask them what’s going on out in the real world, but it’s also tough for most of us.  All of us biological men living as pinks had accepted some level of feminization.  Over the winter besides shaving my body I had started a facial beauty regimine, painting my nails, wearing makeup, and keeping my long brown hair in a high ponytail. I'd even taken to stuffing my bra a little.  There were several reasons, it had gone from wanting to fit in and avoid being noticed by the blues, to actually feeling more dignified and moving up on the pecking order. 

Underneath the makeup I was still a man, a man dressed like a woman wearing a diaper.  Nothing made us feel more humiliated than meeting new campers.  “Lets go talk to them on our next trip,” Amy said.  We drove up our cart next to them and got off.  The two new campers were both young with punk styled colorful hair.  The guy had huge ear lobes but his ear gages had been removed so they hung kind of limp.  

“Are you guys the welcome wagon?” the guy said.

“Yeah I’m Amy and this is Chris, welcome to camp 4.”

“This is one of the Re-Education camps isn’t it, where people go and never come out?”  the guy said.

“It is an education camp, but people are released all the time,” I said.  They both looked at me in confusion of my deep voice, apparently I had passed as a woman until they heard me talk.

“Hey I’m Steve,”  the guy said.

“I’m Angel,” the woman said.  

“Have you met your orientation person yet?”  Amy asked.  They both shook their heads in confusion.  

“Well look, don’t work too hard today and try to make your quota, you’ll just get sore.  Just do a little work to keep the guards happy.  Your orientation expert will explain things.” Amy said.  Steve was looking around and noticed that there were very few people in blue coveralls like his.

“So umm, no offense, but is this like a camp for trans people?”  he asked. 

“Not exactly, but… They do accommodate us transgender people very well,” I lied.  To her credit Amy didn’t miss a beat, of course they asked about the bathroom, but we didn’t have time or the desire to discuss the whole diaper situation so we told them we had to get busy and took off.  

“Us transgender people?” Amy asked once we were driving off. 

“It’s a lot easier to say that then to say I shave my legs and wear makeup to fit in.” I said with a laugh.  A few hours later Amy and I stood in line waiting for our first class assignment of the day.  Amy was sent to classroom 4 for more interpersonal training and I was told to go to the conference room.  This wasn’t completely out of the ordinary, every few weeks our Orientation Expert would pull us from a class for a meeting.  I’d had 2 meetings in the last ten months, both times to just check on how I was feeling and discuss future plans when released.  

I arrived at the conference room and waited patiently for about 20 minutes before Francine came in.  “Hello EF67, how are things going?” she asked.  We got the small talk out of the way and she came to the point of the meeting.  “Well I have good news for you.  You have been selected for Gender realignment,” she said.

“Umm, what?” I asked.

“The AI has decided that you have integrated enough with the female gender to become a productive female citizen.  So we are ready to offer you your gender reassignment ”

“Wait, gender reassignment, like hormones?  Why hasn’t Lacey or any of the others told me about this?” I asked.

“They are legally bound not to, just as you will be, discussing gender reassignment with other residents is not permissible,” Francine said.

“Look, I’m happy like this, I don't want hormones,” I said.

“You actually won’t be given hormones, there have been incredible strides made in genetic therapy and we have a safe and effective treatment to actually make you genetically female,”  she said.

I weighed the pros and cons in my mind, I had grown used to being a girl, but I was sure it was just a result of their brainwashing.  Maybe I liked being a girl now, but back in the real world I would just go back to being a guy and be just as happy.  Even more important was Amy, we couldn’t be together as a lesbian couple, the Regime had outlawed it.  “No, I don’t want this,” I said.

Francine raised her eyebrows in surprise.  “Really, you’ve done so well here.  You really do make an excellent woman Chris, I wish you would reconsider.”  

“You’re just going to do what you want, why are you even asking me?”  I said.

“The Regime is a lawful government and the AI acts in the bounds of those laws, it can’t administer this treatment without your signed permission,”  Francine sat her tablet down on the table and showed me where to sign,  “Just sign here and we can move on.”

“What happens if I don’t sign, will I be sent to prison?” I asked.

“No, your education will continue, but the AI will modify your program and reassess in the future,” she said.

“That's fine,” I said.

“Are you sure, one last chance, I really think it would be better for you to agree,”  Francine said.

“No,” replied.

“Very well,” Francine said.  She hit the large red X on her tablet screen.  I immediately felt a shock and then my body went limp in the chair like a toy whose battery had been removed.

Francine got up and left the conference room, some time later the side door of the room opened and two guards came in with a wheelchair.  I was transferred to the chair and rolled through the door down a white hallway and through a couple different security doors.   I had never seen these doors, and suddenly I was overwhelmed with fear.  A man in a lab coat was there and stuck a needle in my arm.  Just as I suspected the bastards were going through with the treatment anyway.  Though my eyes didn’t close, the world blacked out.
 

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 7 The Nursery

I woke up very slowly to the sound of soft music playing like a music box.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust.  I was surrounded by soft padding decorated in pastel nursery images.  White bars reached up 5 feet above me.  High above I could see a big spinning mobile with rainbows and stars.  That’s where the lullaby was coming from.   I was in a crib, a huge crib, or was I a little baby?  I looked at my body, it seemed the same dimensions.  

The medical diaper that had been my underwear for the last 10 months was replaced with a thicker model with a soft outer shell decorated with a cute cartoon elephant.  It was wet, in fact it was soaked.   My hands were covered with big thick mittens that were locked on.  I was wearing a short pink nightgown with short ruffled sleeves and a picture of a rainbow and unicorn and my feet were covered in thick booties.  

I got to my feet and immediately fell down.  Something was wrong with my balance.  I crawled to the side of the crib and used the bars to steady myself.  With the mittens I couldn’t even hold them.  My chin came to the top of the crib bars.  It was dark, but there was a nightlight.  I was in a nursery, a nursery that had somehow been upsized for adults.  Everything was decorated in soft pastels and white.  I could see a changing table, and several white cubicle shelves filled with toys and baby items and a door to the outside.  There were two other cribs and I could see bodies laying in them.  

“Hey, hey wake up!” I said instinctively in a whisper.  I could hear light snoring coming from one of the cribs.  “Hey, wake up!” I said a little louder.  One of the bodies rolled over and shh’d  me.  

“Go back to sleep,” I heard a voice.

“Where am I?  What’s going on?”  I asked.

“You’re going to wake up, Kylie, be quiet.” they whispered again.

“Who’s Kylie,” I asked?  Then I saw the body in the third crib roll over and sit up and then begin to loudly cry.  In between sobs I heard Mommy.

“Well now you’ve done it, happy now!”  the voice said.  A  few moments later the door opened and a woman came in and flicked on the lights.  I was blinded for a minute while my eyes adjusted.  The woman was wearing a long lacey night gown and had her long hair pulled up in a bun on top of her head.  She was big, well over 6 foot tall and plump as well.  

“Oh it looks like Chrissy woke up a bit early,”  the woman said looking at me.  

“Chrissy?”  I asked. 

The woman ignored me and walked over to the crib with the crying baby.  “What’s wrong Kylie?  Are you upset, Mommy is here.”  She said and opened the side of the crib.  With the light on I could see that Kylie was an adult, but also a baby.  Her body was chubby and soft, not fat, but baby fat seeming spread all over her body.  Her face was round and cute, her skin exceedingly soft, even her hair was baby soft and shiny.  

The woman reached in and took the crying adult baby out of the crib, she had no trouble lifting the full grown adult and cradling them.  Kylie wasn’t big, but the woman must be incredibly strong.  “Hey, where am I, what’s going on?” I asked.  

“Shush now, Chrissy, it’s 3AM and you should still be sleeping,”  The woman said.  

“My name is Chis, not Chrissy.  Why am I not in my room, what the heck is this place?”  I said again.  

“You’re so talkative this morning, but you need to go back to bed,” the woman said while rocking the crying Kylie in her arms.  She sat down the crying baby in a recliner and left the room.  

“Can someone please tell me what’s going on!”  I yelled.

The person in the crib who was talking to me sat up and I recognized their face, though it had changed some.  It was Dakota, the hacker who couldn’t make it even as a Pink. Dakota’s curly black hair was even softer and he had more of a babyface than I remembered. 

“Dakota?”  I asked.

“Yeah, just shut up OK, I don’t want to get in trouble,” Dakota said and then quickly laid back down and covered up.  

 The woman came back in and said “Mommy has got just the thing for little ones that can’t sleep.”  She held a bottle in her hand, it was exactly like the classic baby bottle but adult sized and filled with milk. She climbed up on a little set of stairs beside the crib so that she was over me.    She took one hand and placed it on the back of my head.  I immediately tried to get away but she squeezed me tight against the crib rail.  She was very strong, and with her other hand she tried to force the bottle's nipple into my mouth, but I refused to open.  “You know what happens to fussy girls,” the woman said and pinched the skin behind my neck. The pain was surprising and I opened my mouth to tell her to stop.  The bottle came in and she gave it a squeeze.
  
Soon my mouth was filled with a strange tasting milk, it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t really good either.  I refused to swallow and some of the milk dribbled out of my mouth.  The pinch came again, “Swallow for Mommy,” she said and I did and the pain went away.  Then I swallowed again, and again.  She held my head a few more minutes then took her arm from the back of my head. She took my arm that was hanging loosely at my side and placed my mittened hand against the bottle and I kept it there.  I keep suckling the bottle, any resistance or confusion that I had been feeling was gone.  Everything in the world made perfect sense, the nipple in my mouth made milk, the milk made me.

“Little Chrissy loves her baba, doesn’t she,” the woman said.

“Yeah,” I said,   Without thinking.With her hand no longer steadying me against the crib I began to slide down. She caught me though and reaching over the bars she carefully lowered me the crib mattress.  The nipple slid out of my mouth and I kept suckling air, and felt myself getting upset.  She placed the bottle back in my mouth and positioned my hands to hold it.  “Good girl, drink it all,” she said.

The lights were turned out and as I laid there sucking she picked up Kylie out of the chair and then sat down with the crying girl in her lap.  She unbuttoned her nightgown and lowered one side showing a big full breast with a huge nipple.  At the sight of the nipple Kylie stopped crying and immediately latched on.  The quiet was nice, I could hear the lullaby music again.  It was really hard to keep my eyes open so I closed them and continued to suckle and fell asleep with the nipple still in my mouth.
 

[CCApril]

That  was an unexpected turn of events! (Maybe not for this website 😀)

Not sure where the state is going with this. Reeducation from the ground up? Or a special order from a connected family?

[Bonsai]

Next time, when they tell you it's "better for you to agree", you better believe it's true!

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 8

I woke up groggy and confused, I dreamed I was in a crib, but it wasn’t a dream. The overhead lights were off but there was a window with curtains and a warm glowing  light outside.  I was still in the ruffled girls nightgown, still in an adult sized baby diaper, and I still had baby booties on my feet and thick mittens on my hands.   In the crib next time me Daktoa was sitting up leaning against the crib bumper with a pacifier in his mouth and looking at me. Between the exact replica of an infant's “Little Mermaid” onesie that was swollen out around the front from a wet diaper that he was wearing and the fact he was clutching a stuffed elephant, he looked incredibly cute and innocent.  “Where are we?” I asked but the boy did not answer me and just continued sucking.  

“Why won’t you answer me?”  I said.  

Eventually he pulled out the pacifier and said, “We in da nursery,” in babytalk.  

“Are we still in the facility?  Is that outside?”  I asked, pointing at the window.  

“Dun know,” the boy shrugged.

“Why are you talking like that?” I asked.

“Because, don’t want to get in trouble,” Dakota said and looked down.  

“There’s no one here, what are you talking about,” I said.

Dakota looked around the room, “Are you sure?” he asked and pointed at a baby monitor sitting on top of a chest of drawers.  He crawled to the very edge of his crib and motioned me to do the same.  “We have to whisper, they can hear everything, OK?” he said in a normal voice.  

“Yeah OK,” I said.    

“How long have I been gone?” Dakota asked.

“I’m not sure, maybe 3 weeks,” I said.

“Oh, wow, I thought it had been longer,” he said.

“What the heck is going on here?” I asked.  Dakota laughed.  

“What?” I asked.

“You can’t cuss, you can’t say anything inappropriate now,” he said.

“You’re full of poop, I can say what the heck I want,” I said and then stopped in confusion.  “Fart, fun, funkle, fup,”  Oh my God, you’re right, I can’t say it.

“I can’t either, but anyway they told me I was going to prison since I couldn’t handle the program, but I was immobilized, drugged and woke up here.  There was only one other crib with Kylie and she was…”  Dakota scrunched up his face for a moment and I could see him tense up a second and then relax. “She was barely able to hold a conversation, now she’s even worse.” Dakota continued.

“Did you just poop?” I asked.

“Oh, yeah, I guess so, sorry, but get used to it, smells poopy in here alot.”  Dakota answered.

I sniffed the air and noticed there was an interesting combination of smells, baby powder, fresh sheets, but also a slight stink of poop, which I assume would get much worse.  There was no doubt that Kylie and I would both be in messy diapers at some point but I had experienced that in the infirmary, at least it wouldn’t be a shock.  “So, OK, we’re in a nursery, being treated like babies.  Is there any way out of here?”  I asked.

“No, Mommy is very strong, and the other Mommies are too, and I can’t really walk anymore, and listen just…” There was a noise at the door, Dakota quickly put his pacifier in, laid down and closed his eyes.  The door opened and the woman from last night entered.  She was wearing a very old fashioned dress, with a long wide skirt down to the ankles, a tight belt around her waist and a button up front that went high up her neck.

“Good morning little ones, who's ready for a change?” she said.  

I stood back up and realized I was still a bit shaky on my feet and grabbed the crib rail.  “Hey, what’s going on?  Why am I here?”  I asked.  

The woman ignored me and stopped to sniff at my crib. “Not messy yet.”  She went to Dakota’s crib and sniffed, “Messy,” she said.  “Then she went to Kylie's crib and sniffed,  “Yeap, we have a winner,”  She opened the crib rail and slid it down then lifted the sleeping baby out of the crib.  The woman was somehow able to carry the full grown adult out at arms length.  Kylie was wearing a soft pastel pink short sleeve sleep suit that allowed her chubby arms and legs to be seen.  I'd never really seen an adult that looked like Kylie, she wasn’t adult fat, but covered in baby fat.  I noticed dark stains all around the rear of her sleeper suit and could smell the stinky poop drift across the room. She carried her to the changing table and laid her down.
 

The door opened again and a woman entered in an old fashioned pink maids outfit with a frilly apron pushing a cart.  She looked like she should be working in a fetish cafe or in Akihabara, she even had a lacey collar.  I recognized her, it was a pink named Alexis, the one that Lacey said was close to graduating.  We had talked a couple times but didn’t really know each other.  “Hey Alexis, it's me, Chris, whats going on here?”  I asked.  She smiled at me like I was a child and ignored my words..

“Good morning mam, how are the darlings this morning?” she asked.

“Well Little Kylie has had a blow out, so if you’d strip her bedding and replace it I would appreciate that.”  The woman said.

“Yes mam, Alexis said and pushed her cart over to Kylie's crib and began stripping away the sheet.  

“Alexis, please, why won’t you talk to me!” I yelled.

“Seems like your new baby is a bit fussy this morning mam,” Alexis said.

“Oh yes, and if she keeps it up she’s going to get a spanking” the woman said.

“Hey lady I’m not a baby!  What's wrong with you people, was it not enough that you make us pretend to be women, now I’m supposed to pretend to be a baby.  Seriously, I'm funning done with this stuff.  I’m not playing along anymore!”  I yelled.

Kylie began to cry and the woman turned herself around.  “Alexis dear, would you please finish cleaning up Kylie oh and get her pacy out of the crib please.”  

“Yes Mam,” Alexis said and quickly went to the changing table.  

The woman walked across the room and unlocked my crib then lowered the side.  I took a few steps back from her and fell down, unable to balance myself on the bouncy crib mattress. 

“This is your first day in the nursery Chrissy, so you need to learn the rules.  We raise obedient and well behaved little girls here, and Mommy does not tolerate naughtiness.  You will speak correctly like a little girl, you will call me Mommy, and you will call her Nanny.  You will speak and behave like a little girl or you will be punished, do you understand?”  

“What is the point, why are you doing this?  I’ll sign the form, I’ll take the treatment, let me go back OK?” I asked.

The woman grabbed my hand and pulled me onto my feet.  She was impossibly strong and I could do nothing.  “That’s not how a little girl talks,” the woman said and carried me over to the recliner where she fed Kylie.  She spun me around and pinned me over her knee.  My complaints and yells were ignored, “You will be punished until you learn how to properly behave.  I struggled trying to free myself but her grip was like iron. I felt her hand grab the back of my diaper and yank it down, then she flipped the nightgown out of her way and a stinging slap came down on my bottom, then another.  

“Hey dang it, stop,” I yelled.  But the spanks came down faster and harder.  I thought the correct thing to do would be to just suck it up, make a point that I couldn’t be forced and that they would have to kill me before I gave in.  But the pain was becoming more intense and I could feel my resolve breaking.  I saw that Alexis and Dakota were both watching my humiliation and I felt my jaw start to quiver and my eyes water.    “Fine you’re Mommy, she’s Nanny whatever you say,” I yelled. 

“That wasn’t correct,” she said and the blows came even harder.  

“What? you’re Mommy, OK, please stop, please!”  I yelled and felt the crying becoming uncontrollable.  

“Not quite,” she said and continued.  

“Mommy, please, I’ll be good, I promise.  Please, I’m a baby.  Mommy, please… Mommy!”  I cried uncontrollably.

The spanking stopped but I was held tight and I saw her hand draw back for another blow,  “Who are you?”  she asked.

“I’m Chrissy,” I said between sobs.

“Who am I?” she asked.

“Mommy,” I said desperately.

“That’s right, I’m your Mommy, and you’re my Baby girl Chrissy.  Now who are you?  Say it correctly,”  she ordered.

“I’m your babygirl Chrissy, and you’re my Mommy,” I said in the most childish voice I could manage.

“Good job little one,” the raised hand came down and I was embraced in a tight hug.  “Alexis, would you please bring me a reward pacy, I think that our new little girl needs a treat.  Oh and bring a suppository as well.  I kept my eyes closed from the shame and humiliation and felt the pacifier slip into my mouth.  Instead of rubber I was met with a sweet candy.  Then I felt a slick lubed finger slide something up my bottom and my diaper was pulled back up.  In a few moments I started feeling my humation and stress fade.  The candy tasted really good so I sucked and licked it with my tongue.  “I know you have more rounds Alexis, thank you for your help, I’ll take it from here,” Mommy said.  

“Yes Mam,” Alexa replied and pushed her cart over to a dirty laundry basket and dumped the clothes into the hamper on her cart.  She smiled at me as she walked out of the room.  

“OK now that the unpleasantness is over let's get you back in your crib,” Mommy said and sat me back down.  I leaned heavily against the crib bumper enjoying the euphoric feeling that had come over me.  I didn’t even notice that my bottom was sore.  Kylie was unstrapped from the changing table and returned to her crib, then Dakota was picked up from his.  “Dakota, did you have a good night?”  Mommy asked.

“Yes Mommy, are we going out today?”  Dakota said in baby talk.

“Of course dear, Chrisy has to meet the other littles,”  Mommy answered.  I could only see Mommy’s back but I listened with fascination to the sounds of the diaper change.  Mommy said cute little things to Dakota who giggled as he was cleaned up.  Each time Mommy pulled out a fresh wipe from the dispenser it made a woosh sound, then     I felt a slight pressure and instinctively relaxed feeling a warm mush spread across my bottom and giggled.  
 

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On 2/4/2024 at 12:53 PM, CCApril said:

That  was an unexpected turn of events! (Maybe not for this website 😀)

Not sure where the state is going with this. Reeducation from the ground up? Or a special order from a connected family?

 

Yeap, I love facility style forced transition and regression stories.  I've always wanted to write one with the most plausible explanation for existing, which is where this one is heading.  

[Sarah_Hillcrest]

Chapter 9

My awareness came back slowly, I can remember the morning but part of it is like a dream.  After diaper changes we were all given bottles, these weren’t the special bottle I had last night, it was like thick sweet milk.  Then we were changed out of our nightgowns into play clothes.  Kylie’s outfit was a dark pink bubble romper with a light pink heart, Dakota’s outfit was a pale pink dress and white tights, and my outfit was a pink care bear shirt and matching denim dress that barely covered my diaper.  Under the effects of the reward pacy I giggled and thought our outfits were funny and cute.  

Mommy pulled a foldable adult sized baby stroller from a closet and strapped Kylie in.  Dakota and I both walked, Dakota held on to the stroller with one hand to steady himself.  I could walk OK, but occasionally rested my mittened hand on the other side of the stroller since my balance wasn’t quite there.

Outside the nursery door I was astounded by what I saw, we were in a large open building with ceilings maybe thirty feet high.  The space was well lit from natural skylights and artificial lights.  The ground was artificial grass, and grippy walkways.  Large cartoon sculptures hung from the ceiling, a sun, a rainbow, a butterfly, all around the perimeter were doors and all the walls were painted like a cartoon forest.  It was a really magical environment and made more magical to me while enjoying the effects of a psychedelic pacifier.  

There were a few large playsets in the middle of the building and a small self contained building that looked like a cafe.  I saw a few other women who looked like Mommy leading adult babies and several of the frilly pink maids pushing around carts.  Mommy led us into the cafe. Inside there were adult sized high chairs arranged in various groups and a few very strange C-shaped tables.  I could smell breakfast cooking.  Mommy pushed us over to one of the strange tables.  “Usually with Dakota and Kylie we just use highchairs but since there are 4 of us now we’ll use a feeding table,” she explained.  

The table was a bright blue color and much taller than a regular dining room table with three large holes.  The holes had plastic seats inside them.  She lifted Dakota off the ground and sat her through one of the holes.  Then I was next.  My feet couldn’t touch the ground.  Finally Kylie was put in the seat and started to cry.  Mommy comforted her and gave her a pacifier.  There was a bustle in the room as a couple other Mommies were securing adults to high chairs and tables like ours and pink maids were moving about with baby food and bottles.    

We were strapped in and Mommy left us to go talk to another woman.  “How did you like the reward pacy?” Dakota asked quietly.

“Huh, oh, umm, yeah that was kinda nice,” I said.  The effects were wearing off, and my brain still felt mushy.

“Yeah I like them better than the night milk, the night milk is nice, but you just fall asleep so fast that you can’t enjoy it,”  Dakota said.

“What’s going on?  What is all this?”  I asked.  My senses were getting back to normal and I looked around the room.  Every now and again I recognized a face, the maids were the handful of pinks who were selected to work in classroom 5.  The adult babies were inmates who disappeared, mostly ones who couldn’t handle the program that were supposedly transferred to a regular prison.  I counted about 15 of us babies in the room.  

“I don’t know, obviously they want to turn us into babies, who knows why.  If you act and talk like an adult you will get punished again, and it only gets worse.  If you act like a baby then you get reward pacys, night milk, and other special treats.”  Dakota said. 

“But what about Kylie, is she acting or is she actually a baby?” I asked.

“I don’t know, she’s coming back,” Dakota whispered.  Mommy returned with a couple platters of food.  There were scoops of various mush, jelly,  some eggs and some biscuits.  She put the food down and then a pink maid came by and deposited 3 baby bottles on the table and three oversized silicone baby bibs.  Mommy and the maid quickly attached the bibs around our necks.    Mommy placed plates in front of Dakota and me, and began cutting up eggs and biscuits into smaller pieces.  Then she spooned some of the jelly and mush onto the plate.  Dakota dug in with his hands and began shoving food in his mouth, much of it falling into the tray on her bib.   

“I’m going to take off your mittens so you can eat,” Mommy said after unbuckling the mittens and removing them from my hands.  She then used silverware to feed herself and feed Kylie who was drooling and dripping food out of her mouth.  

“Go ahead and eat, unless you need Mommy to feed you too,” she said to me.  I carefully took a piece of slippery egg and placed it in my mouth.  “Watch Dakota, you need to eat like a baby, like she does.” 

“I don’t want to eat like that,” I said.  

“Would you prefer a spanking here in front of everyone?” she said with a slight threat in her voice.  I could still feel the sting in my rear so I took a big mixed handful of food and shoved it in my mouth allowing some to fall into the bib’s built-in tray.   By the time we were done we were all messy, but the other two were way worse than me.  Mommy laughed and cleaned up our faces and hands with wipes.  Then put the mittens back on my hands.

After lunch we were taken to a play area, it was an upscaled toddler swing set with a little slide.  There was a set of baby style swings that we would have to be picked up and sat into, and a set of plastic seat swings that we could sit down on our own.  There were several large foam objects to crawl and sit on and big foam building blocks.  Everything was bright pastel girly colors.  There were three others in the play area and another Mommy sitting on a bench beside an empty stroller.  The adult babies were all dressed as girls and had the baby soft skin that Dakota and Kylie had.   One was swinging with a blank look on her face, one was stacking up blocks with a concentrated look on her face, and the other was climbing the ladder to go down the slide.  

“We’ll be seeing the doctor today, so go play until it’s your turn,”  Mommy said.  She placed Kylie on the ground and the girl giggled and crawled towards the slide.  Mommy went to sit on the bench.  Dakota took my hand and led me toward the swings.  “Hello Sarah, this is my little sister Chrissy,” Dakota introduced me to the girl swinging.  Sarah was wearing a baby blue cotton dress with poofy sleeves and embroidery across the chest, it was much too short to hide her diaper which looked swollen.  We heard giggling as Kylie and the girl on the slide were having a ball.

“Hi Chrissy, my name is Sarah,” she got off her swing and dragged over a big foam block to sit on.  Dakota got an empty swing, and Sarah offered me hers so I sat down.  “So not feeling playful today?” Dakota asked.  

“No, I’m hoping if I look pouty enough she’ll give me a reward pacy,”  Sarah said.  

“Chrissy got her first reward pacy this morning, but she got a bad spanking first,” Dakota said.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that,” Sarah said.  I was confused. They were talking like children, even though the Mommies were too far away to hear.  

“How long have you been here?”  I asked.

“I don’t know, Stacey over there said she’d been here a few months maybe, and that was a few months ago.  I’m having a hard time remembering things,” she said.

“Listen, have you noticed any good hiding places, or weaknesses, ways to escape?”  I asked.

Sarah and Dakota looked upset and glanced over to the Mommies,  “Shh, you can’t say that,” Sarah said.

“They can’t hear us,” I said.

“You don’t know, you just got here, don’t talk like that and get us in trouble,” Sarah said, visibly scared.  

“OK, sorry, but can’t you see they are going to make us all baby brained, we’ll be like that one over there,”  I turned and pointed at the adult baby trying her best to stack foam blocks three high.

Sarah looked over at the girl and rubbed her chin, “I can be mush brained sometimes without a reward pacy if I try hard enough,” Sarah said.  

“I think I went mushy the other day, and I don’t remember getting a pacy before,” Dakota said with enthusiasm.

“What are you talking about mushy?” I asked.

“Do you remember how you felt after your pacy and when you got the milk last night?”  Sarah asked.

“Uhh yeah,” I said blushing.

“Well if you try hard you can feel that way completely on your own.  Stacey told me that she calls it being mush brained, her little sister called it that and taught her how to do it,” Sarah explained.

“Let's try. I think it will be easier with Chrissy here,” Dakota said. 

“OK,” Sarah said.  She stood up from her foam block and went to Dakota’s swing.  “When I grow up I’m going to be a princess!” she announced in a very childish voice.

“Nuu uhh,” I’ll be the Princess and you’ll be a frog,” Dakota replied and giggled.  

“You know what happens to Frogs, they get kisses and turn into Princes,” Sarah said and quickly planted a very childish kiss on Dakota.

“Hey no fair,” Dakota said.  

“Princes gotta kiss the Princess, but you gotta catch me first,” Sarah said.  The girl in the blue dress took off at a very unsteady run and Dakota ran over her, they giggled and chased each other around in the soft rubber chips that made up the ground.  Eventually Dakota cornered Sarah and gave her a kiss announcing that she was the princess now she then used a pretend magic wand to make Sarah into her pet cat.  Sarah started crawling around and meowing like a cat while Dakota giggled and pet her head. A few minutes later they both came and attacked me with kisses, I giggled and felt kind of light hearted for a moment.  

“Hey, now, no kisses,” I said and pushed them away.  

“Come on baby Chrissy, play Princess with us!” Sarah said.  

“I don wann play,” I said and realized that I hadn’t really meant to talk like a baby.

“You sure, kissy, kissy,” Sarah said again.  I pushed them away huffed and folded my hands over my chest.  They stuck out their tongues at me and went back to chasing each other around. 

Watching them play was surreal, they got more excited and childish as it went, their words got more mispronounced, their motor skills more unrefined and their pretend game more silly.  It ended with them both sitting on their bottoms with confused looks, they were drooling and playing with their feet trying to get them into their mouths.  I thought maybe they were playing or pretending and maybe they were at first, but this seemed much too authentic.  My Mommy got up and walked over to Dakota and tickled her, then attached a pacifier leash to her collar and popped it in her mouth.  Dakota absentmindedly sucked while she played with her feet.   

Chapter 10 The Doctor

Mommy announced that it was my turn to see the doctor and held my hand as we walked from the play area to one of the walls where a steel door was. She placed her hand on a pad and the door opened.  Inside was a small waiting room decorated with big murals of insects and grass.  A woman wearing medical scrubs with a big smile on her face was there to greet us.   There were two doors and we went into the one labeled examination. The room looked like a typical pediatrician's office.  Cute Disney princess murals decorated the walls, and there were many shelves with assorted medical and baby items.    An older man with gray hair and a lab coat was smiling at me.  “Hello Chrissy, I’m Doctor Smith and I’m going to check you out.”

“Now, you be good for the Doctor, Mommy will be back when you’re done,” she said and left.  

The nurse began to remove my denim dress, “Raise up those arms high to the sky for me,” she said.

I raised my arms, “I guess you’re going to treat me like a baby too,” I said, unable to hide the annoyance in my voice.  

“Of course I am, you are a baby so that’s how I’ll treat you.” she said as she removed my dress and then unbuckled the mittens.

“Mam, am I not a bit big to be a baby?” I asked.

“Baby’s come in all sizes,” the doctor said as was getting supplies from a cabinet.  The nurse then removed my care bear T-shirt and diaper which was wet and I hadn’t even realized it.  The nurse then pressed a button on the wall that lowered  down a metal ring that was hanging from a pulley on the ceiling.

“What is the point of all of this? This is crazy!” I said.  The doctor was attaching straps to the ring.

“All you need to know is that you were sick and here you’re getting better, now give me your arms,” The doctor said and took my arms from me, with the nurses help he started to guide my hand into padded cuffs at the end of the straps.  I jerked my hand away.  The nurse and doctor weren’t strong like Mommy.  “Dakota this can go two ways, you cooperate or I call your Mommy back, you get punished and then you cooperate with a sore bottom,” the nurse said.

I sheepishly allowed them to put my wrists in the cuffs.  The metal ring extended back up and held my arms up over my head.  They then attacked velcro cuffs around my ankles that were attached to the floor and my legs were spread apart.  “Good girl, now relax and we’re going to do some measurements and give you a treatment,” the doctor said.  The nurse began massaging a thick white cream all over my body, while the doctor started taking readings with a high tech medical scanner, running it up and down my arms and legs.  

“Patient 19, designation EF67, treatment day 1,” the doctor read into his scanner.  What followed next was a string of medical jargon and words that I could never pronounce.  “This is going to help you relax,” the doctor said and injected me in the hip with a needle. The cream was causing my skin to tingle, but soon I felt my body relax.  It wasn’t like the reward pacy, I didn’t feel euphoria or baby brained, just relaxed. The nurse spent a good deal of time massaging the cream into my balls and penis. It felt really nice and I got even more relaxed.  My penis wasn’t really getting hard, but was about half way, which I thought was strange because I could feel myself starting to respond sexually. I let out a little groan of pleasure and began to rock my hips back and forth as the nurse stroked the thick cream in.  

“Well someone’s feeling good,” she said.  

“Here you go” the doctor said. Handing the nurse a rubber device.  She cleaned the white cream off my genitals and then applied a clear slick gel.  The nurse continued to stroke and I let out another louder groan.  Then she slipped the rubber device over my penis and balls.  It was like a sheath that ended with a condom.  She continued to stroke over the device and with the pressure of the sheath I felt my penis begin to grow firm.

“Ohh, oh,” I caught myself saying. I hadn’t had actual sex in so long, and I’d even just about quit masturbating while I was in camp.  I never seemed to get that hard anyway, but now I was rock hard and could feel my very sensitive glans swollen and tingling under the nurse’s expert care.  “Fuuudge,” I screamed as I exploded, pumping cum into the reservoir in the rubber device.   

The nurse slid the device off my penis and my body went limp, my weight hanging in the cuffs.  The nurse emptied my semen into a collection cup while the doctor with examination gloves began attaching something to my now limp penis.  I would have been much more concerned if I wasn’t in such a relaxed state.  When the doctor was done I looked down to see my penis and balls were now enclosed in a shiny pink plastic cage.  The cage was like a tight fitting bubble that surrounded my entire privates. It had a hole for drainage, and a small compartment at the top.  The doctor then inserted a little tube into the compartment and a light flashed red then green.  “What is that?” I asked.

“Nothing to concern yourself over, part of your treatment,” the doctor said.  While I hung there the doctor used his scanner to take several more readings and measurements.  Finally I was given another injection in my hip, and the nurse taped a new diaper on me.  “Everything looks good, she’s showing excellent response,” the doctor said.  The doctor and nurse left the room together, and the nurse came back in a few minutes later pushing a folding adult baby stroller.  

“Well Chrissy, let's get you down and back to Mommy,” she said.

“Please, just tell them I want to go back, I want to be a woman, it was a mistake to reject the treatment, will you tell them?”  I begged the nurse.

“I know this is very different, but it won’t be long and you’ll not only accept your treathment, but love it,” the nurse said and started unstrapping my legs.

“What the fudge is wrong with you people, this is like murder.  It’s like giving someone a fudging medical condition, you can’t make me a baby, you’re turning us into retards,” I yelled.

Something I said seemed to hit a nerve in the young nurse, but not in the way I hoped.  “You’re in trouble now Missy,” she said.  She left one leg unstrapped and went over to another cabinet.  She came back with a large pacifier gag, “Open up Chrissy,” she said.  I set my jaw firm and shrunk back from her.  She took a firm hold of the back of my hair and jerked my head back then with her other hand she pinched my nipple hard.  I screamed in pain and felt the large firm nipple forced into my mouth.  It was buckled tightly behind my head and large enough that I couldn’t force it out.  She then used the controls to raise the metal ring, my arms which were already held over my head were extended up until my toes were only on the ground.  It was very uncomfortable and I began to whimper.  

“Now for your information, we are giving you an incredible gift, another chance, and this time you’ll be properly raised to appreciate what our society has to offer,” the nurse said then took a long time unstrapping my other foot from the eyelet on the floor but left on the padded cuffs and strapped them to the stroller.  I was crying now, completely broken, and eventually I felt my body lowered into the stroller.  There was no fight in me as the nurse removed my cuffs from the ring and strapped them to the stroller.  I was pushed to the waiting room where Mommy was waiting.  “Well this doesn’t look good,” she said.

“Yeah, she did really well until the end and she got very bratty and made some rude comments,” the nurse said.

“Well, you should have got me, but it looks like you have corrected the behavior.  We won’t hear any more rude comments from her for awhile” Mommy said.

“Her clothes are in the stroller,” the nurse said and I realized that I was naked other than my diaper.  Mommy rolled me back out of the office to the play area where a couple of other Mommies were watching several adult baby girls play.     

Sarah and Dakota toddled over to us, they were no longer mushy, and acting completely baby brained as they were.  “Ought oh looks like Chrissy was bad,” Dakota said.

“Yes, she was very fussy so she’s going to stay like this for a while,” Mommy said.

“Can she play with us?” Sarah asked.

“No, run along,” Mommy said and the two went back to the swings.  

Chapter 11 

Time passed while I was strapped to the stroller.  Mommy unfurled a large fluffy blanket and Sarah, Dakota, Kylie and a couple other adult babies cuddled up for naps.  I couldn’t sleep and had nothing to do but think about my past. I had always been a good student in High School, between good grades and my involvement in theater I had received a decent scholarship for college and majored in history.  It was really studying just how much the Regime had changed the country and was slowly stripping away freedoms that led to me leaving college and protesting.  

I thought alot about Sharon and Lacey, we had grown so close over the last year, in captivity.  I had completely given in to the system, I was happy essentially living as a woman, I’d even accepted the lessons and theories they taught us.  My personality really was far more feminine than masculine, if I’d only just signed my name and accepted the gender reassignment then I wouldn’t be stuck in this insane situation.  I realized Lacey had already been offered gender reassignment and  accepted it, that was why she had been changing.  Then a thought hit me, would tLacey and Sharon end up working here in this part of the facility.  Would they completely ignore me like Alexis did?

Eventually one of the Pink maids brought us a picnic lunch and bottles.  Mommy placed the small cut up sandwiches on a plate out for the now hungry adult babies on the blanket, then my gag was removed.  My mouth was sore, but I happily sucked down a bottle of formula and ate a few little pieces of sandwich.  Sadly the gag was replaced. 

I didn’t realize it but I was wetting myself alot.  Wearing diapers for months had shrunk my bladder and it was common for me to go frequently, but before I could hold it if I wanted to and always knew when I was wetting.  Now I could barely feel my bladder, and had no control.  I could feel the plastic cage they had put on me, it felt like a gentle grip on my genitals, surprisingly it wasn’t unpleasant.  

Eventually another mommy came and took Sarah out of the swing.  Holding her at her chest she flipped her dress up and patted a rather swollen and dark stained diaper.  “Somebody made a stinky,” she said.  

Sarah giggled.  “Poo poo,” she said.  

“Yeap babygirl, let's get you changed.  Viv do you mind if I use your blanket?” She said to my Mommy.  

“Not at all, in fact I’d say my kiddos need changed too,” Mommy said as she got up and rounded up Dakota and Kylie.  Mommy produced a cute diaper bag from Kylie's large stroller and laid down the two babies.  I watched with a mixture of horror, surprise and curiosity as all three had their diapers removed.  Kylie and Sarah were messy and the poopy smell waifed over to my stroller.  All three had chubby baby soft skin and the same cage  I’d been fitted with, but Kylie’s was smaller and rounder.  They all three laid there shamelessly as they were wiped down and wrapped in clean diapers.  The mommies rolled the sodden diapers up in tight balls and carried them over to a nearby trashcan.  

“You three have done such a good job playing today I think a little treat is in order.  What do you say Viv?” the other Mommy asked.

“Sounds good to me, show my brat here she is missing out on,” my Mommy said.

The other Mommy knelt down close to Sarah and said, “Engage program B7,”  My Mommy knelt down to Dakota and Kyle and said, “Engage program A4.”  I heard a slight sound like a low hum as the Mommies came back and sat down on the bench beside my stroller.  All three adult babies began to roll around on the blanket, I could see their faces turn to looks of concentration.  Dakota was the only one who wasn’t using a pacifier but he reached around and found the one dangling from his clip and began sucking.  They were getting vibrated, right here in the middle of the play area, with other adult babies and two other Mommies just across the area.  No one seemed to care or even notice.  

Sarah and Dakota held hands and began to hump and grind their diapers against the blanket while Kylie just squirmed and waved her arms around.  They began making happy little noises and moved faster.  I was so embarrassed, and began to blush.  I remember that just a few hours ago how turned on I’d been when the nurse had stroked me off.  I felt my penis begin to stiffen up but my erection was stifled by the cage and after a few seconds it went limp.

“Sorry Chrissy, bad girls don’t get treats, no play for you,” Mommy said.  The program that was apparently running on the other’s cages was designed to tease out the experience.  They would get faster then slower, closer and farther.  Finally Kylie's little baby whimpers got louder and she spit out her pacy.  With a “ahhhh mommy,” she came first, arching her back and lifting her midsection off the ground thrusting involuntarily.  A few moments later both Sarah and Dakota wrapped up in a tight embrace and began thrusting together moaning through their pacifiers as they came together.  

When it was over, all three relaxed began to sleep deeply.  I was both incredibly happy that I hadn’t been put in such an embarrassing situation and jealous of the pleasure they enjoyed.  

I woke up in the cafe, I didn’t remember falling asleep.  The large pacifier gag that had been strapped around my head earlier was replaced by a regular adult pacifier that I was now suckling instinctively.    I felt incredibly self conscious to be on display.  The folding stroller I was in did nothing to hide the fact that I was naked except for a swollen diaper.  The sling style stroller was getting very uncomfortable and I was unable to change positions since my ankles and wrists were bound.  Mommy and a pink maid were getting Kylie and Dakota situated in high chairs instead of the feeding table that we had used this morning.  “Should I get Chrissy out of the stroller?” the maid asked.

“No she’s still being punished,” just feed her a bottle in the stroller.  Mommy said.  I recognized the face of the maid I had seen around the facility in the past, but I couldn’t remember her name.  I resisted the urge to speak to her, not wanting to get in more trouble.  She smiled and spoke to me in cute baby talk as she held the bottle while I suckled the nipple.  I had briefly thought about resisting, but I was hungry and the milk was very good.  

After dinner we returned to our nursery room.  Mommy pushed Kylie’s stroller and a maid pushed mine.  I saw that there was a small bedroom to the left as we came in, that must be where Mommy lives?  My stroller was parked at the bathroom door and Mommy announced it was time for tooth brushing and carried Kylie from her stroller to the bathroom.  “Mommy, my teeth are clean,” Dakota said, but his complaints were ignored.  The bathroom in the nursery apartment wasn’t large, there was a toilet that likely didn’t see much use, a bathtub shower, and sink.  With Mommy, Kylie and Dakota in the bathroom there was no space for me.  Mommy fixed a brush with pink glitter toothpaste for Dakota and he started brushing, but she brushed Kylie’s for her.  The pink maid picked took a bag of trash from the room and said goodbye.  

When they were finished brushing Mommy carried out Kylie and sat her on the play mat.  She crawled around and bit and then started rolling on her back playing with her toes. Dakota toddled over to the couch and sat down.  My knowledge of babies was limited, but If I had to guess I would say that Kylie was behaving like she was a year old.  She could barely stand on her own and mostly crawled, she could barely talk, and spent most of her time crawling around playing with toys.  Would Dakota and I end up like?  My thoughts were interrupted when Mommy started brushing my teeth.  Surprisingly the toothpaste tasted actually good.  

With my teeth clean Mommy turned her attention back to Dakota and Kylie, “I bet you too would like a little nakey time,” Mommy said.   She removed both Dakota and Kylie's clothes and wet diapers then placed them on a big soft blanket on the floor completely naked.  They curled up on pillows and Mommy turned on a screen that was playing an animated show for toddlers with a magical dragon.  They both seemed hypnotized by the show. 

Mommy sat down in the recliner and started reading leaving me strapped in the stroller.  “Umm,” I said, getting Mommie’s attention,

“Yes Chrissy?” she asked.

“Can I get out please?” I asked in a slightly childish voice.  

“No your punishment isn’t over yet,”  she said.

“I’m really wet,” I said.

“I know baby, that’s part of your punishment too.”  About ten minutes later I felt my stomach start to rumble and my meager attempts to hold it were defeated.  My sphincter opened and wet mush pushed out, but unable to move in my stroller physics pushed back and I could feel my sphincter stretch with pain.  The mess flowed out of my widened orifice and mushed up both the front and back of the diaper.  The bottle she’d given me at dinner must have been laced with a powerful laxative.  

I was growing quite uncomfortable, unable to move in a very wet and messy diaper and the smell was getting really bad.  Finally I couldn’t take it much more, “Mommy, I really need changed,” I said in a childish voice.  Mommy got up from the recliner where she was reading and walked over to me.

“What’s wrong honey?”  

“I really need changed,” I said.

“How come?” she asked.

This must be a test, I need to act like a baby to be changed I thought.  This was so humiliating, but my rear was burning and I needed to get out of the stroller.  “Please change me Mommy, I had an accident,” I said.  Mommy went back to her chair and picked up her book.

“Please, what do I need to do to get out of this stroller, please, this is horrible,” I yelled.  Dakota and Kylie ignored my outburst, they seemed hypnotized by the show.  

Mommy put her book down, “If you want your punishment to end then you have to stop fighting, turn off your adult brain, imagine yourself as a baby, what would you do?” she said and started reading.

“I don’t know, if I was a real baby you wouldn’t leave me in a poopy diaper would you!” I yelled.  She just shook her head and continued reading.  Frustrated and growing angry I flexed my fists and struggled against the straps,  “This is so fudging stupid,” I yelled.  

A few minutes later Mommy got up and picked up Kylie,  “Whoops, little too much nakey time,” she said.  I noticed that there was a wet spot on the blanket where the girl had been sitting.  Mommy placed her on the changing table and changed her then put her in a onesie and on a different spot on the blanket.  Dakota was next and I was now incredibly jealous that I wasn’t getting care.

“Please,” I said in desperation and was ignored.  “OK fine, turn off my adult brain, whatever,” I said and tried to visualize myself in the stroller as a baby.  I remembered something I’d seen in the past.  A little boy in the mall who, like me, had been strapped into a stroller.  He was a big chubby toddler, maybe almost three years old.  His Mother and her friend were in front of us in line.  The boy was old enough to feel ashamed, he was fighting back tears and pouting, he had real fear in his eyes.  His little jeans were puffed out from a very wet diaper and he was uncontrollably wetting it more.  When he saw the big stain forming all over his jeans he began to cry.  

I remember feeling amused and sad for the kid as his Mom picked him up out of the stroller and held him out at arms length.  “Tommy, your pants are soaked front and back,” she said.  Her friend giggled and they put him back in the stroller.  “I’ll change you in the car, you’ll just have to wait” she told him.  With that memory in my mind I tried to imagine the way that poor boy felt. I found myself with real tears in my eyes.  What if Mommy doesn’t change me, what if I can't stop, will I be in wet diapers forever. 

My jaw began to quiver and I couldn’t stop it, I was wailing like a baby, sobbing without control.  There was only one thought in my head, I needed Mommy.  I didn’t register the fact that Mommy was unstrapping my ankles, then my wrists and telling me she was there and to calm down.  She was holding me tight against her chest and I was still crying.  I buried my face in her dress and made it wet with tears and snot while she rubbed my head.  The next hour was blurry, like a dream.  I know I was cleaned up and changed, and after that I remember nuzzling against Mommy’s breasts while she read a story.  I have no idea what the story was, but I remember colorful pictures from the pages of the book.  I came to realize that for at least some period of time my adult mind had taken a back seat, I had gone mushy like Dakota and Sarah had talked about. 

After the story we were put to bed in our cribs, by this time I was back to myself and trying to process everything that had happened today.  Like this morning I crawled to the edge of the bars and Dakota did the same thing in his nearby crib. “It was cool wasn’t it?” he whispered.  I shook my head in confusion.  “You went mushy, you got all, baby brained, it felt good didn’t it?”    

“Yeah I guess, I mean I don’t remember all that well, you were mushy most of the time at the playground weren’t you?”  I asked.

“Yeah, it really worked, they told me when I got a big sister it would be easier to be little,” Dakota said.

“Do you realize that you had an orgasm out in public,” I asked.

Dakota blushed, “Yeah, but when you’re mushy it’s just like.  It’s just feeling good you know, like nothing matters, no embarrassment, no problems.  It’s just perfect.”

“That’s what’s wrong with Kylie isn’t it, she’s mushy all the time?”  I asked.  Dakota shrugged.  “When’s the last time you had a conversation, I don’t think I ever heard her actually use words today?”  I asked.

“We never really had an adult conversation, when I first got here she just talked like a little kid alot.  She had no idea how long she’d been here, she was so happy to have a big sister though.  I don’t think I’ve heard her speak in anything but baby babble in a long time I guess,” Dakota said.

“Hey, this is embarrassing but do you think of yourself as a girl now?”  I asked.

“Yeah I guess, I mean Mommy calls us baby girls all the time, and the doctor told me I’m a girl, so I guess so.  How about you?”  

“I guess, they told me they were going to give me a treatment to make me a real girl and I refused, then I woke up here.  I wish I’d just agrred.” I said.

“But then you wouldn’t be my big sister and think of all the good times we’re going to have,” Dakota said.

“But don’t you see, we’ll end up like Kylie, like braindead,” I said.

Dakota frowned, “That’s mean, she’s not braindead, she’s a baby.  Good night,” Dakota said and rolled away and covered up.  

Feeling like a jerk, I rolled back from the bars and tried to fall asleep.