I let out a soft sniffle as I was carried into a building. It wasn't fair. I'd been classified as a little by the government, but I refused to comply. I didn't want to be a little! So, their solution was to convert me into one.

"I will never be a little!!" I yelled, "I'm not-! I'm neutral and nothing will change that!"

A lady came out with a soft smile, "And who do we have here?" She cooed gently, taking me out of the agent's arms.

"This is Jeremy Heere, Age 19. He's refusing to comply with the government's classification for him." The agent replied.

I squirmed, "Put me down, I can walk!" I hissed, venom lacing my voice.

The lady sighed gently, "Oh no.. well, not to worry. We'll have him acting properly in no time." She smiled gently at the agent.

"Hello?! Fucking talk to me!" I snapped.

I felt a thump against the back of my head, "No. bad boy. We do not say such awful words!" The lady scolded me.

I raised my eyebrow. "Shit fuck damn bitch piss ass cunt." I snapped.

She shook her head, "Thats a lot of punishments already, baby, you wanna shoot for more?"

"Bring it on, bitch." I growled.

I felt myself being carried to a room and I struggled in her arms. She sat me down in a chair and strapped me down. "Now here's how this is gonna work." She took my clothes off me and grabbed out an adult onesie. "You see this?"

"Duh." I rolled my eyes.

She slid it on me and zipped it up. It was decorated in teddy bears and baby bottles. My face flushed red and I blushed.

"Aww.. you look so sweet and cute! Isn't that so much better then your big boy clothes?" She purred gently.

I opened my mouth to speak but was hushed before I could say a word. "No no no. No speaking. Little babies like you don't talk."

I furrowed my eyebrows and curled my lips up in an angry snarl. "Get off me!! Leave me alone!" I thrashed against my onesie.

"Now now, baby boy. Poor little one.." she whispered, lifting me up gently. "You'll be assigned to a caregiver. I think a daddy would be most beneficial to a boy like you. In particular one." She murmured gently and picked me up.

I squirmed again but she ran a soothing hand down my back. "Just relax. We'll assign you to a caregiver and a brand new nursery! Doesn't that sound like fun?"

I pouted and groaned, "No! Let me go home-!" I demanded, being put down in a crib.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. Your new daddy will be in soon to take care of-"

"I don't need to be taken care of!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes. This wasn't fair!!

"Uh oh.. is someone getting upset?" She frowned and placed a hand on my cheek. "Poor thing. Relax, my dear, you're safe here. You're alright, see?"

I crossed my arms and felt tears falling down my face. "No!"

She clicked her tongue gently, "I know it's not fair. But we can make things a little fun, can't we?" She murmured gently and lowered the wall of the crib, "now crying's no fun, is it?" She wiped my face with a caring hand.

"I wanna go home.." I sniffled and felt more tears fall down my face.

"Aw.. dearest.." she frowned and wiped my tears again, "You're allowed to go home as soon as you accept yourself. You're a strong boy, aren't you?"

I sniffled and nodded softly, "I-I guess.."

"See? You're so brave." She cooed and rubbed under my chin gently.

I giggled a bit and blushed, "w-wait-!" I froze, "No! I'm not a child!"

She sighed, "It's alright, sweetheart. Jeremy, that's your name, right?"

I nodded. "Yes.." I muttered.

"Well, Jeremy, I look forward to getting to know you." She replied gently, petting my head gently before she left.

I sighed and picked at the bars of the crib. I stood up and bent over the wall to figure out how to get out. Just as I did so, a man walked into the room.

"Well hello there." He smiled, "Not a fan of the crib?" He asked casually, unlocking it for me. I fell forward with a squeak, leaning in his arms.

"Woah-! Are you okay?" He asked gently, sitting me back in the open crib.

"I'm fine.." I mumbled.

"That's good." He smiled gently again. "How about we get you some food? Have you eaten yet?"

"No." I snapped, shoving him away.

"Hey.. I'm not like the over people here. I had a hard time slipping into my role as a caregiver." He told me gently.

I looked up at him, "R-really..?"

"Mhm. I didn't want to be a caregiver, I wanted to be a little."

I sat up with an indignent huff, "No way. No one would WANT to be a little." I scoffed.

He chuckled, "I did. I wanted to a lot, actually. I wanted to be taken care of. But honestly, after taking the placement test.. I feel like a part of me knew. So.. I took a job here, helping those who aren't comfortable with their roles yet." He told me gently.

I whimpered softly and looked away, "B-but I shouldn't be forced into this!"

"I agree, it's awful that they force us." He sighed.

"What's your name..?"

"My name is Michael. They prefer you call me by a title, but I don't mind if you prefer my name. You're free to do as you please around me." He smiled kindly and helped me out of the crib. "Weather it's littlespace or big space. It's your decision, alright?" He told me gently.

"Y-you promise..?"

"Of course. Can I ask what your name is?"

"Jeremy.. Jeremy Heere." I smiled softly,"Maybe... maybe I'd be okay being a little.." I mumbled.

"Yeah?" He smiled, "Thats good to hear, Jeremy. So.. what would you like to do?"

"Hm.. I'm kinda hungry.. and I feel weird." I mumbled, placing a hand on my head.

"Oh..? Are you feeling sick, Jere..?" He asked gently, "Can I lay you down..?"

I nodded, "y-yeah... I feel sleepy.."

"You do?" He murmured gently and picked me up. "How about we get some food first..?"

I weakly nodded and smiled softly, "Yea pease.."

"Yeah? Alright. Are you a hungry boy?" He cooed.

"Yea!" I giggled.

"Shh, hey. You're such a good boy!" He tickled my stomach and grinned, "alright, baby. You wanna pick out a new paci? And a plushie?" He cooed.

I nodded and giggled happily, "Wan' pwease! Den snackies-?"

"Of course, little one." He grinned and kissed my cheek. "Now how old is my precious little prince?"

"I fouw!"

"Four, huh? Alrighty. What kind of plushie does my little prince like?"

I giggled happily at the nickname, "I-I wanna dolfin!" I beamed.

"Oh yeah? What colour do you want your dolphin to be?" He smiled.

"Pink! Wike a pwetty pwincess!" I giggled and nuzzled up to him gently, "tankie Mika.."

"Aw.. anything to make my little prince happy." He replied gently. He carefully rubbed my back and carried me to a supply room.

I tensed up and started to whimper.

"What's wrong, little prince? Why're we whimpering?" He frowned, noticing how tense I was.

"I no wike it Mika.. da pwushies in jaiw.."

"Jail? No, no! It's not jail, baby. It's a plushie shelter. It's where the plushies go to wait for their perfect little prince or princess to come get them. And I think I see a pretty pink dolphin with this little prince's name on it!" He cooed gently.

I felt a wave of relief rush over me and I sighed softly. "Okie.. if Dey happy." I took the plushie in my arms and hugged it tightly. "I name it Cwoudy.."

"They're very happy, baby. Aw- Cloudy the dolphin! That's a good name, little one. You wanna pick out a new paci?"

"Yeah!! Wanna paci! A bwue paci wiff a dowfin!"

"Alright, baby, Hmm... I'm not sure we have dolphin paci's.. how about this one?" He held up a blue pacifier with the words 'little prince' across the handle in beads. It also had a cute purple star in the middle and it was sparkling from fake plastic gems. "Is that alright, my little prince?"

"Hmm..." I hummed in thought. "Yea, it okie. Wanna has it, Mika."

"Okay, sweetheart. Now, I'm gonna ask a question, but you don't need to be embarrassed, okay? Some little boys need diapers so they don't have accidents. It's perfectly okay if you do, but I need my little prince to be honest and not fib. Does my little prince need diapers..?"

I whimpered in shy embarrassment, looking down, "I no actuawy kno, Mika.. dis my fiwst widdwe time.."

"Alright, sweetie. That's okay. I'm so so proud of you for being honest and brave. How about we put you in pull ups just in case? Then we can see if you need diapers after that?" He suggested.

I turned a deep red, "I-I dunno, Mika.. I doesn't wanna.."

"No? Hm.. well.. can we try in a little bit? Maybe not right now, but in an hour?"

I whimpered, "I-I... mm.."

"How about this, baby. I'll put you in a pull up now, and if by tomorrow morning you're all dry, you never have to wear one again. Deal?"

I hummed in thought, "If I does wet.. does I get punish..?"

"Goodness- no! Of course not, baby! If you wet the pull up it's not bad!" He murmured gently, "You don't have to be scared, little one. You're a good boy."

I relaxed hearing this. I'm a good boy. I don't need to be scared.

I nuzzled up to my caregiver a bit. Caregiver... I like the sound of it. Being a soft little who gets love and affection, being treated better then I had my whole life... I teared up a bit again.

"What's wrong, baby?" Michael asked gently.

"No want mummy and daddy ta huwt me.." I sniffled and burried my face in his arms.

"Oh.. your parents used to hurt you, baby?" He frowned, "I'm so sorry.. no, I'm not gonna let them hurt you, hm?"

"I wan Mika ta be daddy.."

"You wanna call me daddy?" He smiled softly, "Okay, Baby. That's alright." He kissed my forehead gently.

"I get ta have snackie now, daddy?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course, sweetheart." He grinned, carrying me to a little table with a window in the wall. There was a small kitchen and a man was putting snacks out for whoever wanted them.

"Hey Rich." My caregiver grinned, holding me close.

"Hey Michael. Who's this little guy?" He smiled at me.

"I jewemy!" I replied with a smile, "Does I get snackie now daddy?" I looked back up at Michael.

He chuckled, "Of course, Baby. Can you point to what snack you want?"

"Oh-! We have apple sauce, arrowroot cookies, goldfish, cottage cheese, and orange juice over here. And this one is oatmeal, flax cookies, crasins, sliced oranges, and apple juice." Rich told us, "You can just pick which tray you'd like, baby." Rich told me gently.

Michael stroked my hair reassuringly, "Does my baby want tray 1 or tray 2?"

I looked between the options. "One pease." I replied softly.

"Want number one? Alright sweetheart." Michael grinned gently, grabbing the tray.

I was placed up so I leaned on Michael's shoulder with my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist. We thanked Rich for the food.

"Such a good boy for daddy, aren'tcha?" He cooed gently as we walked away. "Does my little one wanna go eat his food in his crib?"

I pouted, "No cwib.." I whimpered.

"No? Alright baby, where does my little one want to eat, then?" He smiled gently.

"I dunno.." I whimpered.

"Shh, hey, it's okay, darling. You're Daddy's little prince." He soothed me gently, "How about daddy sits in the big chair and holds you on his lap? Then daddy can feed you." He suggested.

I brightened up, "Mhm!! Yea pease! Wanna do dat!"

"Aww.. such a cute little boy, aren't you?" He cooed. "Alright baby. Onto daddy's lap now." He smiled and set the tray on a small table next to the table. He opened a cupboard and took something out, putting it around my neck. I saw that it was a bib and I pouted.

"I know, sweetie. But daddy doesn't wanna spill food all over his baby! Nonono, that would not be fun." He cooed gently and bounced me in his arms.

I giggled a little and opened my mouth, "ahhh!" I exclaimed.

He chuckled softly and fed me some applesauce. I felt it drip down my chin a bit. I patted my legs happily from the yummy food.

I yawned softly and kept eating, food dripping on my bib every now and then. I happily finished off and let my caregiver give me the sippy cup full of juice.

I slowly started to drink, "Yummy!" I giggled.

"It's good?" He cooed and grabbed a baby wipe. He wiped down my face and took off my bib, throwing the bib into the laundry basket. "Such a sweet little boy." He cooed, hugging me gently.

I whimpered softly, sinking lower into my head space.

"Is something wrong baby?" He asked gently.

I let out soft babbles, trying to talk but failing.

"Aw, did someone regress more? What a good boy. Can you tell daddy how old you are, baby?"

I let out more incoherent babbling and grabbed his finger.

"One? Are you my little baby?" He cooed gently.

I giggled and squealed happily.

"Aww.. good boy. I know we definitely need to get you into some diapers, baby. Can my little one be a good boy and stay still while daddy changes him?"

I giggled again and clapped.

"Good baby!" He cooed, picking me up. He laid me down on a changing station in the room and unzipped my onesie, lifting my legs gently and slipping a diaper underneath me. He laid me back down on top of it and powdered me. "There we go." He smiled when he finished taping it on. "All done!"

I babbled again incoherently and squirmed in my padding.. it was big and soft.. it felt weird.

I yawned and sniffled, "b-baba.." I mumbled.

"Baba? You want a bottle, baby?" He asked gently.

"Yea!" I bounced in my seat and let him pick me up, "Shh.. good boy.. daddy will get you one." He smiled and put me back in my onesie.

I yawned again and closed my eyes, nuzzling against him while he zipped up the onesie. I curled against him softly and smiled.

While I rested, he made me a bottle and warmed it up. "Here, sweetheart. Baba time." Michael smiled and slipped the bottle into my mouth.

I started to suck and drink slowly. The milk was sweet and warm, I felt cozy and comfortable.. I kept drinking.

The next morning, I woke up with a big yawn. I blushed when I felt something wet against my lower parts, saw that I was in a soft onesie, and had a pacifier in my mouth.

I was also napping in the crib. Holy fuck I actually slipped into littlespace.

"Good morning, baby!" Michael smiled when he walked in, "I got some breakfast for you, are you hungry?"

I blushed and nodded hesitantly.

He carefully picked me up out of the crib. "How about we get you changed first, baby boy?" He asked gently.

I squeaked and buried my face into his neck.

"Don't be embarrassed, dear, everything's okay." He laid me down on the changing table. "Good thing we put this on you, hm? Wouldn't want you to have wet yourself, hm?"

I whined and looked away, letting him change me out of the soiled diaper.

"Now how old are you, sweetheart?" He asked gently, "Do you still need a diaper?"

I took the pacifier out of my mouth, "I'm 19."

He chuckled, "So do you need one or not?" He smirked.

"Shut up." I laughed, shoving him a bit, "Can I have some actual pants please?"

"Of course." He smiled and went to my drawer, pulling out a pair of pink sweats and some boxers. He gave them to me and I put them on. "I like these- they're comfy." I giggled.

"Yeah, we make our clothes out of cotton and silk here." He smiled and picked me up again, "let's get some breakfast in you." He carried me to the kitchen.

I got a plate of breakfast from the chef and sighed in relief. "So.. can I go home now? I slipped, I'll probably keep slipping.." I asked hopefully.

"We'll see, Jere. Though, it's rare the littles don't have to spend at least a week or two here before they can go home. But not to worry. I'm here to look after you, hm?"

I softly nodded and nuzzled into his arms, "Okay.."

"I want to really help you embrace your little side while you're here. Is that alright?"

"Mhm.. I guess so." I nodded, nuzzling into his chest. At least I was safe and warm.