Not going to lie, this is kind of an F-ed up story. It's definitely one of those, either you like it or you don't. No in between. Take precaution when reading. I'm not really sure what inspired me to write this, but, here it is.


Chapter One

The curtains resting against the window gave the room a sickening, purple glow that I knew all too well. He always closed the curtains and blinds. I stayed shaking in the corner, watching as his huge figure approached me slowly.

He was like a monster, the dark room and his dark clothes gave him an evil appearance. He stood over me, trapping me in the corner. He liked to see me afraid and trapped. He reached forward and grabbed me…

I woke up screaming, sweating profusely. My stomach was in knots. I pushed some sweaty hair out of my face. It was three in the morning, this was usually about the time I had the nightmares.

My door opened, making me jump, "Bella, are you okay?" Alice, my roommate asked.

"Huh?" I said, my ears only hearing my pounding heartbeat.

"I asked if you were okay." She said now coming into the room and sitting on my bed.

"I-I'm fine." I stuttered, a little taken back that she asked if I was alright, I'm not use to people asking if I'm okay.

"Are you sure? Since we moved in together you've been waking up screaming." She said.

We had just moved in together about two weeks ago, she's never said anything until now though.

I blushed and got a sickening, sinking feeling in my stomach, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to wake you up! Please forgive me, I-I won't do it again." I said, I didn't want to lose my best friend. I could just stay up and not sleep, then I wouldn't have nightmares.

She got a strange look on her face. Oh god, she was mad at me. She was going to leave, I ruin everything.

"Bella, I'm not mad at you. It's okay, it's really not a big deal. I just want to make sure you're okay." She said.

I blushed, "I'm fine. I'm sorry, I won't wake you up again." I said.

She gave me another look, "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. You should go back to sleep." I told her.

She stayed for a few minutes but then nodded, "Okay, if you need me I'm in the other room," she paused when she reached the door, "I'm really not mad Bella, it's fine. I just want to make sure you're okay." She said.

I nodded and gave her a little smile. When her door shut, I stood and turned the lights on. I couldn't really afford to go back to sleep. If I woke her up again she'd be mad. She'd want to move out and never talk to me again.

I sat on my bed and stared at the wall. This was good, if I stayed up then I wouldn't have nightmares and I wouldn't wake Alice.

8:00 A.M.

It was time for my first class. I showered at about 7:00 before Alice woke up so she could have the bathroom before class. I pulled on my sweatshirt and pulled the hood up. When I had the hood up no one bothered me.

I headed out the door, my heavy backpack on. My eyelids were heavy and I was tired. But I needed to stay awake for class. Typically, I don't like coffee, but I needed some to stay awake.

I stopped at the Starbucks that was on campus. There were already a few people there. I stepped up to the counter when it was my turn.

"Hi what can I get you?" the man asked.

I blushed and stuttered a bit, "Uh, um I need coffee?" I said unsure of myself.

He gave me a look, "What kind of coffee? Black, regular, decaf?" He said.

"Um regular?" I said.

"Okay, do you want sugar? Anything on it?" he asked.

I looked up at the menu and smiled a bit, "Can I have some um, whipped cream and chocolate on it please?" sweets were incredible. They made me feel better.

He handed me a small cup of coffee. I paid then walked out, sipping it and making a face. Ew, this stuff was really nasty, but I needed it to be able to stay awake. The only good thing about it was the whipped cream and chocolate.

I sucked all of it down before I went into the classroom.

Three Hours Later

Two classes down and it was time for lunch. Alice and I met up as we usually did for lunch. She was sitting at our usual table. She smiled when I sat.

"Aren't you hot? It's like 100 degrees out here." She said, motioning to my jeans and sweatshirt.

"I'm okay." I said, looking down at my food. I had chicken nuggets and French fries. Delicious.

"Bella, I wanted to talk to you about something." She said as she stabbed her salad with her fork.

The color drained from my face, oh no, she was going to tell me to move out. I knew this would happen! My mother was right, I'm a terrible person, no one could ever love me. I'm so stupid and worthless.

"O-okay." I said, breaking apart my French fries.

She took a deep breath, "Bella, I think you need some type of therapy." She said in a quick voice.

I cocked my head a bit, "T-therapy?" I said as if I didn't hear her correctly.

"Not because I think you're crazy, but I think you have issues from your past that you haven't dealt with. Like the nightmares, for two weeks straight you've been crying out in your sleep. I know you won't talk to me about you past, no matter how much I beg and plead, but now I think it's because you're dealing with some bad stuff." She said.

My eyes wandered everywhere but her face. I didn't like to talk about this stuff, it wasn't important. And I didn't want to burden Alice with anything. She had a really good life, her parents loved her and she was really pretty and sociable. She was perfect and she didn't need to be burdened with my problems.

"I'm fine. I don't need therapy." I said, my nails starting to dig painfully into my wrist under the table.

She sighed, "Bella, I know you say you're fine, but honestly, I don't think you are. I can see it on your face, you're hurting. Something's bugging you. What's wrong with talking to someone and working through the problems?" She asked.

I gave out a slight chuckle, my nails finally cutting into my skin and making it bleed, "Really, I'm fine Alice. I don't need therapy." I said, now letting go of my arm and eating my food.

She frowned, "Will you talk to me about it at least?" She asked, "We're best friends and it bothers me that something is bothering you." She said.

"Alice, I'm serious. I'm okay. And there's nothing that you need to worry about. My past boring and uneventful." I said flicking my hand in a dismissive movement.

Her eyes darted towards my wrist, "Bella, you're bleeding! Are you okay?" she asked, lurching forward to grab my wrist.

"No! It's fine. I think I just nicked it on the table. I'm okay Alice." I said, wiping the blood off on my jeans.

She gave me a look, "I'm really concerned about you Bella." She said.

"I'm alright. Let's go to class." I said, standing and tossing my food into the trash.

She followed me, tossing her food into the garbage. It was a short walk to our class we had together.

We sat down in our usual seats. I pulled out my notebook and pencil, making sure to keep my arm covered up. I was still bleeding a little bit, but I was okay.

As the class went on my head started to spin and I felt so tired. I kept pinching my arm to stay awake. Why was I so tired? I had another big cup of coffee before this class, I should feel perfectly awake.

"Bella are you okay?" Alice whispered.

I looked over to her, my head spinning mercilessly, "I-I'm f-fine." I stuttered in a whisper.

My heart was starting to slow down, and my vision was becoming this black tunnel. I felt myself slump back…

Sometime Later

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

There was this constant beeping sound that wouldn't stop and seemed to grow louder. I was trying to force myself to open my eyes, it took a few good tries, but finally I was able to pry them open.

"Bella?" Asked a soft female voice, I felt a hand on mine. The hand was so warm.

I turned my head gently, my vision was a bit blurry but I could make out the spiky, black hair of Alice.

"A-alice?" I said.

"Yeah, how are you feeling?" She asked, now I was able to see her a bit clearer.

"Uh, I'm okay. Where am I?" I asked.

"You're in the hospital. You blacked out in class." She said.

My eyebrows scrunched, did I black out? I don't remember anything. Though I did have a dull ache in my head and my arm.

"Bella, you blacked out from blood loss and lack of sleep. You're also malnourished and you have scars all over your body. Some of the scars are self-inflicted, Bella, what is going on with you? Why didn't you say anything?" She demanded.

I looked down away from her gaze and nibbled my lip. Oh no, I really wish she wouldn't have taken me to the hospital. Bad things happen when I go to the hospital.

"Bella, you're not going to talk to me, that's fine. But you are going to talk to someone. It kills me to see you suffering like this. So I've found a psychologist who's going to help you. She's very smart, and nice. She wants to help you." Alice said.

I sighed, "Alice, I don't need help I swear. I'm okay. I was just a little tired. And I must not have noticed the cut on my arm. I just need to go home and sleep." Well, not sleep, but at least be in the privacy of my own room.

Alice shook her head, "No Bella. No more of the I'm okays. Bella you're not okay, you need help. You either take the help I'm offering you, or the hospital is going to make you stay in the psych ward for god knows how long."

I blushed, "What? I'm not crazy! I don't need to go anywhere! I promise I'm okay!" I said.

She frowned, "I'm sorry Bella, but it's between those two."


Chapter Two

So, I ended up having to go to the lady Alice told me about. Her office was on the outside of the city. Since I didn't have a car, Alice drove me. I pouted a little the entire drive there.

"Bella, I'm really sorry, I know you don't want to go, but you need to get some help. And Esme is so nice. I talked to her on the phone, I think you'll like her." She said, she had been talking a lot about Esme, trying to make me like her and get me excited about seeing her.

"You're going to pick me up at 3:00 right?" I asked.

She sighed, "Yes Bella."

Dr. Platt's home was huge. It had a pretty garden out front. Alice stopped at the pathway towards her house. I made a face and opened the door.

"Bye Bella, I'll see you in a little while." She said before driving off.

I stood on the stone staring up at the house for a while. My heart was pounding nervously. I twisted my shirt in my fingers. After about five minutes, I mustered the courage and walked up the path.

I took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. Before the ring ended, a woman with caramel colored curls walked out. She was taller than me, but it wasn't hard to be taller than me, I was short. She wore a flattering solid purple skirt with a matching floral printed purple silky shirt. She wasn't too thin, but she had a very nice shape, deep curves, a large bust. She was a very attractive woman.

"Hi, you must be Bella," she stepped aside, "Please come in. Make yourself at home." She said.

I nodded and stepped passed her. Her home was decorated in warm colors with a few colorful art pieces. It felt very homey.

"Please if you wouldn't mind could you take your shoes off. And putting them in the bin over there." She said. I just now noticed that she didn't have her shoes on.

I nodded and kicked my tennis shoes off and placed them in the bin.

I followed her to a room down the hall. It had large windows facing the backyard. There was a large swing set out back, I smiled a little as I saw it; I had always loved swings. The room was decorated in very light colors. Her degrees were hanging on the wall; she had many of them.

There was a large chair which she sat in, I sat on the long couch across from it. The coffee table in the middle of us had bottles of water, juice, crackers, cheese, and various fruits.

"If you're hungry, please grab whatever you like Bella." She said, reaching down herself and grabbing a small plate and putting some fruit on it.

I didn't grab any. Instead I just sat with my hands clasped in my lap. She took a few bites then placed the plate on the end table beside her. She took out a clipboard.

"So, Isabella, how are your classes going? Your friend told me you very smart." She said.

I shrugged, "They're fine."

She nodded and wrote something down, "Can you tell me a little about yourself?" She asked in a soft tone.

I looked around, biting my lip. I really didn't want to talk about myself. There wasn't anything important about me.

"Do you have kids?" I blurted out, hoping to turn the focus off of me.

She smiled softly, "No, I don't have any children. I'm not able to have children." She said.

"Oh, then why do you have the swing set?" I asked.

"It's part of a therapy exercise." She said.

"Oh." I said, looking down at my lap, "Are you married?" I asked.

"No, divorced, but we remain good friends. He's a doctor at the hospital. He's the one who gave your friend my name and number." She said.

I nodded, "Why did you get a divorce?" I wanted to keep the attention off of me as long as possible. If I stalled long enough, then maybe the day would fly by.

"We just couldn't work things out and we realize that we were better off as friends then we were a couple." She said, "Now, I think that's enough about me. Tell me about yourself. How was your home life before you moved in with Alice?"

The color drained from my face. I bit the inside of my cheek hard. No, no, no I did not want to talk about this.

"Okay, well I can see I hit a sore spot, so why don't we just start off small? Alice told me you've been having nightmares for the passed two weeks. Can you tell me a little about that?" She asked.

I remained silent. I didn't want to talk at all. Why did she have to push?

"You're going to have to talk to me eventually Bella, I promise you, there's nothing you can tell me that is going to get you into trouble. This is a safe place, a place for you to vent." She said, "If you're not going to talk to me would you be more willing to talk to someone in the hospital?"

I took a deep breath; Alice had warned me that Esme was required to tell the hospital if I would talk to her. And if she had to tell them I wasn't talking here, then I'd have to go to the psych ward.

"My nightmares are not really important. It's not a big deal." I said with a shrug.

"Well they must be a big deal if you've been waking up screaming. How about you tell me where you are in the dream, who are you with?" She asked.

My breathing was becoming a bit labored, "I'm in a dark purple room… with a m-man." I said.

She wrote that down, "Do you know this man?" she asked.

I felt traitorous tears threatened to spill over, "Yes…" I said.

"What did he do to you Bella? Is he a bad man?" She asked.

"Y-yes… he's s-scary. But I'm the b-bad one." I said, my voice completely monotone.

"What do you mean you're the bad one?" She asked.

"He only does it w-when I'm b-bad." I said my heart pounded mercilessly and tears dripping down my cheeks.

"What does he do when he tells you you're bad?" She asked.

"H-he…" I trailed off, I could almost feel his hands on me again. My arms wrapped around my torso tightly and I squeezed my eyes shut.

I just needed to stop thinking about all this. I would be fine, I just needed to get control over myself.

I vaguely heard her get off the chair. Then I felt myself being lifted from my seat and into her lap. Usually I wouldn't have scurried away from physical touch. I felt her rock back and forth.

"Breathe with me Bella, In 1…2…3… and Out 1…2…3… good, keep breathing." She said gently, continuing to rock me.

After a few minutes I got myself under control. When I finally came back to reality, I realized that my thumb was in my mouth and I was still in Dr. Platt's arms. I scrambled out of them, and took my thumb out of my mouth.

"Sorry, sorry." I said, blushing and wiping the tears off my cheeks.

"It's alright Bella. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. You need a sense of security. I'm guessing you didn't have any sort of security growing up." She said.

I shrugged, I didn't really want to talk about this with her. I didn't want to embarrass myself again.

"Bella, can I asked about your parents? What kind of parents were they? Distant? Coddlers?" She asked.

"My dad left when I was nine and my mom didn't like me." I blurted out, the words now desperately wanting to be release from my lips.

She nodded, "How did you know she didn't like you?" She asked.

"S-she said it every day and s-showed me." I said.

"How did she tell you?" She asked.

"S-she told me I was a mistake, she said she wanted to abort me but she couldn't afford it. She said the only reason she kept me around was because of the benefits that came with me. She said she hated me." I said, tears rolling down my cheeks. I was calmer now. Dr. Platt must be a witch because I had no intentions on opening up.

"How would she show you?" She asked, putting a hand on my back and rubbing in soothing circles.

"W-when she was on drugs s-she would hit me with her fists, she bit me a couple of times, she'd kick me… she'd do anything to hurt me!" I sobbed, eyes closed.

Dr. Platt once again pulled me into her lap. This time I didn't scurry away, there was something comforting about her.

"It's alright, shh, she can't hurt you anymore." She said gently, stroking my hair softly.

After a few minutes of crying, she continued on with her questioning.

"About this man in your nightmares, who was he?" She asked.

"H-h-he w-w-was…" I trailed off with a shuttered breath.

"Was he your father?" She asked.

I shook my head.

"Was he a friend?" She asked.

Again I shook my head.

"Was he your mother's boyfriend?" She asked after a few moments.

I shuddered but didn't move my head. She guessed right. For a while she just held me in her arms and let me cry into her blouse. I allowed her to hold me, somehow I felt better. I felt safe in her arms and I wanted to stay in her arms.

I don't know how much time passed but finally she lifted me slightly and looked down at me.

"Bella do you know why my ex-husband recommended me to your friend?" She said.

I shook my head.

"He recommended me because I specialize in a therapy that has been proven to be beneficial to young adults who have had extremely difficult childhoods. I think you'd really benefit from the treatment." She said, stroking a piece of hair out of my face.

I sat quietly for a few minutes, just basking in the comfort of her arms. "What kind of treatment?" I asked.

She smiled a little, "Well, before you become critical and shut down on me, I want you to know that I've preformed this treatment on several others before you and all of them are striving wondrously. They're very successful in their lives," she said.

I cocked my head a little wondering what kind of intensive therapy she meant. She smiled and patted my head.


Chapter Three

She set me aside and walked back to her seat. I sort of missed her holding me, but I didn't show it.

"The program is intensive, but extremely effective. If you choose to go through the program, there is no backing out of it or picking and choosing what exercises you do or don't want to do." She said.

"W-what kind of program is it?" I asked, now curious about it, but also fearful of what it could entail.

"It's an age regression type program. Have you ever heard of age regression?" She said.

I shook my head.

"Well, basically what age regression is where an adult will essentially go back to being a child or baby. In this type of therapy, you would be regressed back to a little baby that depended on me for everything. I'd feed, change, clothe, and bathe you. The therapy is a two-week program, which you'd stay here for the duration of your time. You would call me mommy or momma, whichever you preferred and I would treat you as if you were a baby."

I stared at her for a bit longer than necessary, wondering if she was kidding or actually serious. I had never heard of such therapy. It sounded completely strange. Imaging a total stranger seeing me at my most vulnerable seemed… just weird.

But, a piece of me liked the idea. The thought of someone taking care of me and loving me just sounded wonderful. I was conflicted about it.

"Why this kind of therapy?" I asked.

"Well, some people like yourself, were denied love, attention, and safety when they were small babies. And growing up they craved that, this is simply giving them a sample of what they had missed when they were young. I can't turn back the clock and give it to you, but this is a way for you to open the gate to a normal life." She said.

"Is that why you have the swing set?" I asked.

She nodded, "I have an entire room devoted to this program."

"W-what about your other patients? Do you still see people while you do this?" I asked.

"No. I strictly do this program. Now I do keep up my patients, sometimes they come back to redo the program, so I'll clear two weeks out of my schedule to give them that time, like I'll do for you if you chose to do the program." She said.

"What would happen if I forgot a rule?" I asked.

"Well it depended on if you did it intentionally." She said.

"What would happen?" I asked.

"Time-out or spanking or early bedtime. It just depends on the severity." She said.

I nodded and looked around, "Would anybody know?" I asked.

She shook her head, "No, there's patient confidentiality so no one would know about the program or that you're participating in it. And you wouldn't have to tell anyone."

I nibbled my lip for a bit, "What about the therapy sessions? Would those stop?" I asked.

"No, for an hour and a half each day I require you to talk. It could be about anything you needed to talk about. But I'd introduce different coping methods to help you talk during the therapy or to help you in general." She said.

I sat silent, twiddling my thumbs and looking everywhere but her.

"Would you like to read the program contract?" Dr. Platt asked.

I nodded my head. She turned to her desk and shuffled through her papers. When she finally found the right one she handed it to me.

I looked down at the paper.

During the Regression Program, the patient must abide by the rules set down by Dr. Esme Platt. Upon signing this contract, the patient agrees to the rules and regulations of the Regression program. The patient will participate in every exercise that Dr. Platt plans. By no means is Dr. Platt allowed to discuss the patient to anyone, the patient may discuss the program if they desire, but they are not allowed to discuss the program in any book, online forum, or any other form besides word of mouth.

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I looked back up at her, "What are the rules?" I asked.

She handed me another piece of paper. I laid the contract down on the coffee table.

Rules of the Regression Program

1. Diapers are to be worn at all times during the two weeks of the Regression program

2. The diapers are to be used, toilets are off limits to the patient.

3. Breastfeeding is a necessary part of the program

4. Exercises are to be taken seriously and given serious effort

5. Bed time is at 9:00 p.m. no playing after lights out

6. Dr. Platt is in charge, what she says goes

7. You are to refer to Dr. Platt as mommy during the two weeks

8. No adult talking allowed (unless in therapy session) only baby vocabulary, 'mommy, up, potty, etc.'

9. No contact with anyone for the duration of the two weeks

10. No walking, only crawling

11. Dr. Platt can add or change rules at any time if necessary

Punishments if the Rules Are Broken

Time out in the naughty chair

Spanking over the knee with hand

Punishments will never become out of hand or uncalled for.

I looked the rules over a couple of times. There weren't too many of them, it seemed a bit extreme. I couldn't make up my mind of what to do.

"Bella, let me tell you a little bit about the patients who have done this program. Now I'm not going to go into too great of details about any of them. My first patient to ever do this program, had had a terrible childhood and couldn't cope with everyday life. When we began the program he was uncomfortable and he fought a little, but once he relaxed, he enjoyed it. He was able to beat his personal demons. Today, he has a wife and three children and his own business. Now occasionally he returns to partake in the program, and I have no problems repeating it with him. It helps him cope. I'd like for you to conquer your demons as well and become a stronger person. It sounds very strange, but it is very effective. And the best part about it is that you may come back whenever you please and partake in the program for however long you need." She said.

I bit my lip looking down at my thumbs, "Would I be allowed to leave tonight and come back in the morning?" I asked.

"You may leave for a few hours, but you must be back here at 6:30. There are a few things I require of the patient before we can begin the process."

"What would I need to do?" I asked.

"I need you to shave all of your body hair, except for your eyebrows and your head hair. And use this to rub on your skin after so your hair won't grow back so fast. It lasts for an entire month. You would also need to bring a change of clothes for the final day of the program." She handed me the small bottle.

I looked at the bottle and took a deep breath, "I-I would like d-do it…" I said quietly.

She nodded and extended her hand, shaking it, "I'm so glad you've decided to participate. I know this will be beneficial for you. Sign this please," I signed the contract and she put it in a file. "Now if you want you may call your friend and leave, but you must be here by 6:30." She said.

I nodded, "Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Of course." She said.

"Why do you do this?" I asked.

She sighed a bit, "Well, I could never have children of my own, though I enjoyed them dearly. Adoption wasn't an option for me. So I threw myself into my work and discovered that I could fulfil my fantasies of being a mother as well as help someone. It is beneficial to me as well as you." She said.

I nodded, "I'm going to go call my friend." I said.

She nodded, "Just be here by 6:30. I don't want to start off the program with a punishment." She said.

I nodded, my stomach twisted a bit. I didn't want to be punished. I grabbed my cell phone and called Alice.

"Hey Bella, how did therapy go?" She asked.

"Um, fine. Can you pick me up?" I asked.

"Sure, I can be there in like twenty minutes?" She asked.

"Okay. Thank you." I'd have to tell Alice about me staying with Dr. Platt for two whole weeks and having no contact with anyone. That would be hard to explain.

I sat on the bench on the porch, Dr. Platt had only come out once to see if I'd be more comfortable inside, when I shot her down she just nodded and said she'd see me at 6:30.

Alice pulled up to the driveway. I got in her car, "So how was it?" She asked.

"Uhm, it was fine. But could you drop me off again at 6:00 tonight?" I asked.

"Oh, why are you going back?" She asked.

I twisted the edge of my shirt, "Y-yeah. Actually I'll be staying there for two weeks." I said.

"Two week?" She said, "Why?" she asked.

"Um, I'm not really supposed to talk about it. But she has this program that takes two weeks and I need to stay there." I said.

"Hmm, that's a little weird. But sure, I'll drop you off." She said.

"Thanks."

When we got home I jumped into the shower, a new razor in hand and the small bottle of white liquid. I let the hot water wash over me as I sat in the tub. I shaved all of my body hair off. Making sure it was completely off.

It was strange seeing my private part completely bare. There used to be a thick, dark, patch of hair covering the area. I twisted all around in the mirror, checking out the rarely touched spot.

I pulled my hair back into a ponytail. I didn't know what she was going to do but, I thought it was safer to put it up.

I lathered myself in the lotion. It made my skin very smooth, it tingled a little so I guess it was working.

When it hit 5:00 o clock I stepped out of my room, with my fresh outfit in hand. Alice was sitting on the couch.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

Not really, "Yeah, I'm ready." I said.

"Cool let's go." She said as she stood.


Chapter Four

The entire drive to Dr. Platt's house was nerve wrecking. I kept going over the two weeks in my head. What would she do? Would it actually work?

"Are you sure about this Bella?" Alice asked.

"Yeah. I'm sure. I'll see you in two weeks." I said with a smile.

She nodded. I walked up the pathway, breathing heavily. Clutching my clothes tightly in my arms. Alice had driven off.

I knocked on the door gently, my heart pounded.

Dr. Platt opened the door, she was dressed differently. She had a pair of black flats on with a flouncy flower speckled sun dress. Her hair was half pulled up. She looked very nice, not as professional, but very nice.

She smiled, "It's good to see you here early, come in come in so we can get started." She said.

I walked passed her, "Um, where do you want me to put my clothes?" I asked.

"I'll take them and put them up for you." She said.

I stood in the foyer staring at my shoes. I took them off by the door, like she had me do before.

She walked back into the room, "Alright Bella, let's start." She grabbed me up and placed me on her hip, making me gasp and clutch her tightly.

I was nervous she was going to drop me as she walked up the stairs, but never once did she wobble or lose her balance. She carried me effortlessly.

She walked into a room. The room took me by surprise. It was painted yellow, and resembled a nursery, but a very oversized one. There was a white crib that was somehow big enough for an adult. There was a changing table matching the crib, a rocking chair, a toy box overflowing with toys, a dollhouse with a box full of dolls beside it. It was decorated with pink, which confused me because I knew she had told me that she had boys who participated in this.

"Now, Isabella, before we start this are there any questions you have? Because once we start you know the rule about speaking." She said setting me down on the changing table.

"Um, you said you did this with boys too, why is the room done in girly pink?" I asked.

"Because the room for boys is across the hall. It's blue and done for boys. This is a little girl's room. Now anything else?" She asked.

I thought for a moment then shook my head.

"Good, now lay back please honey." She said.

I nodded and laid back, beginning to blush as she stripped me.

She chuckled, "No need to be so shy darling, it isn't anything I haven't seen before." She said.

Once I was completely nude, she reached down and grabbed a few items. I closed my eyes as she powdered me and then slipped a soft cotton over my hips. It felt very weird. Like I was wrapped up with a pillow.

Once that was in place, she pulled on what felt like a pair of leggings then a comfortable shirt.

"Since it's later in the day, I'm going to dress you in some play clothes now." She said.

She lifted me up again and sat me on the floor in front of the rocking chair, "Now, little girl, don't move while I do your hair." She said.

She pulled my hair free from the ponytail. Then she brushed it out and began pulling it up.

"Alright baby girl, I'm all done," she lifted me up again and held me up to the mirror.

Looked at myself in the mirror like this was strange, I looked like toddler. She had pulled up half of my hair and I had a big pink and black spotted bow in it. The outfit matched the bow, the shirt being pink and black polka dots and the leggings being solid black. My bottom was fluffed up from the diaper.

"Such a pretty girl Bella." She said with a big smile.

I smiled hesitantly, her compliment making me blush. She put me on her hip and walked back downstairs.

"Now, it is almost dinner time, so let's eat and then we can play a little before bedtime." She said.

She sat me in the large highchair and strapped me in. She moved around the kitchen, humming to herself as she fixed dinner. Once she finished she pulled a chair in front of me.

I looked down at the pink bowl; it was filled with a mushy looking substance. I made a face.

She grabbed the spoon, "Open up sweet girl," she said bringing the spoon to my mouth.

I didn't open it, this stuff looked gross.

"Oh, come on, this is delicious." She said with a smile holding the spoon closer to my face, "Open on the hangar for the airplane," she made a funny face and noises, which somehow made me smile.

I still didn't open; I really didn't want this nasty stuff in my mouth.

Dr. Platt made a face, "Now, now missy, be a good little girl and eat your dinner. You don't want me to spank your little bottom now do you?" She said, the spoon still held high.

I blushed and opened just a little. She stuck the spoon in my mouth. It wasn't too bad, very bland. But otherwise not as horrible as I expected.

"Very good girl," Dr. Platt cooed as she cleaned the empty bowl.

My stomach was so full; it gave me a tired feeling. She wiped my face and lifted me out of the seat, placing me on her hip. She kissed my forehead and