Alter's Name: Jasper Jurgen Jackson. Username: The Brave and Glorious #09(07).

Alter's Role: The Child Alter, age 9.

(Often nicknamed "littles" or "little ones", are a common type of alter. Several child alters exist in most people with MPD. Child alters often talk in a child-like way, but unlike a biological child they can normally understand abstract concepts and long words. They are often found to hold memories of child abuse which occurred at around the age the child alter feels he/she is.

Some may have the speech or appearance of a very young child, the youngest being unable to talk, read or write. Some child parts may hold feelings of terror and pain, while others may be playful and fun-loving and have only positive memories. A child alter may also be an idealized representation of the "perfect child" from the "perfect" family, for example the "good boy".)

Current Avatar, Smar: A human Dalek, based on the episode "Daleks in Manhattan". (He is blue, with a purple blush to his skin, and the occasional patch of freckles. He has a veiny body, an exposed brain, and one large eye (like a cyclops). He has a narrow face, flat and nose-less. Along with 3 short tentacles, at both sides of his head.)

The Humanoid Dalek, opened their eyes, to find himself in the grotesque body of Ollivander. It had been heavily scarred by the implants, to the point all his hair had been burnt away... leaving behind leathery skin.

Stretching their limbs, Smar sat up, and took off the Nerve Gear Helmet. Before gingerly placing it on a shelf, at the head of their bed.

Next he looked at the back of his left wrist, where a "Watch" was implanted into his skin. This was connected to all his other implants, with an interactive holographic screen.

He went through the interface, to find an image of his true self, before activating it.

The Implants throughout his body, made his skin shimmer for a moment, before transforming into his favorite Avatar. He was once again a human dalek.

This was a shell of physical data. A more advanced Hologram. As he could feel through the shell, as if it was his skin. Even blocking out his physical senses, in favor of mimicking how his Avatar would interpret sounds, smells, and even taste.

There were other forms of physical data, such as clothes. Which he began to look through on his watch. Before activating his "English school boy uniform".

Then he materialized himself a snack. Data based food might not give any nutrition, or be any kind of filling... but they tasted good.

After finishing his pizza, he stepped out of his room, only to be met by a more true Dalek... or, at least, a robot designed to look like a Dalek.

Unlike a real Dalek, he had various tentacles, that came out of panels... but at least they looked like Dalek tentacles. The Tentacles were covered in a mesh, that made them feel like soft snake skin. The true Dalek needed those tentacles, to care for the hive.

His build was covered in compartments, holding adult sized baby products... and spanking equipment. Just like any other Nanny Bot.

We ColtKits had chosen unorthodox colors, for a Dalek. A bright purple body, with green orbs and accents, on the hover skirt. Yes, we had our robot, painted like Spike Sparkle, sue us. We were as proud a Brony, as a Whoovian. With our own little Spike, particularly honored.

After I first got my mind back under control, thanks to the Schizo implant, I moved out to this city... to try living on my own, again.

My family bought my Spike-lek, who was much less advanced back then, to be my private nurse and butler. I'm the one that uploaded "Adult Nanny" programs. The Droid was just a VI, and a pretty quiet one at that. But it completed it's task admirably.

As our job, out here, was too brilliant to pass up. We moved out to Reno.

As a hobby, we also did some work for "Biggest Little Fur Con", getting involved with the Babyfur community.

The human Dalek gave a sigh. "It's been 13 years, do we have to go through this every morning?"

The Dalek's only response was, "The organic unit will follow me to the nursery. Where the contexts of it's diaper will be, EX-TER-ME-ATE-ED!"

Smar blushed, "I don't wear diapers... it's a pullup..." he tried weekly.

"Daleks have no concept of 'pull-ups'." It pointed at our crotch. "That is Obviously a diaper."

Smar blushed, while the others whined at me, for programming Spike-Lek to say things like that.

"But I didn't have an accident!" Smar lied, and our whole hive started panicking. We were obviously wet, and were shocked Smar hadn't learned not to lie... especially after last time...

"Organics that lie to their Dalek Masters will be Punished severely!" The Dalek growled. "Advisory: Confess attempt at deception. Before this Dalek Unit confirms either way."

Smar squirmed, "I-I didn't, b-but Smartie did!"

"Statement..." The VI paused, as it considered. "REJECTED! All members of the Hive are responsible for the actions of the others. The Organic Unit knows this. This was clearly an attempt at deception. For doubling down on deception, the organic unit's punishment will be doubled!

"Sentence: 10 minutes of Mouth Soaping, followed by an hour long Spanking, and 12 switches to privates." The Dalek mercilessly declared.

Back with the Core: Ollivander.

Smar started crying, hysterically. Begging one of us to take over. So I took hold of the steering wheel.

There was a flash of golden "flames", and suddenly I was out.

"How could you!?" I demanded. "He's just a little boy! THAT WAS WAY TOO HARSH!"

"Acknowledged." Spike-Lek agreed. "However, this unit was aware one of the adults would take over, for the punishment."

I blinked, "Oh... sorry, should have trusted you wouldn't be so harsh on a kid... was still mean to threaten him like that."

"Was not a threat. Was a promise of true punishment. Directed at whichever adult member of your hive is willing to submit."

Now I was squirming, my dick getting rock hard. Still, "How come?" I dared ask.

"As stated, all alters are responsible for each other's actions. You should have convinced Smar to confess. Then none of you would have been punished. Now, follow. We proceed to the nursery. Where punishment will commence, and the Diaper will be, EX-TER-ME-ATE-ED!

"We request, Smar be forced to spend time in the corner, to suffer the after effects of punishment."

My hive agreed, that was fair.

"Imma gonna be late for work, if you punish me... can we hold off, until after today's therapy session?" I tried to delay. My work may understand, but I'd prefer not to be hours late.

"That is..." The VI 'thought' a moment. Searching it's database for the appropriate response. "Acceptable."

Alter's Name: Susan Stephens Scotch. Username: A Boy Named Susan #16(99).

Alter's Role: The Manager.

(These alters are helper parts. They have extensive understanding of different alters and how they work together, and often help by explaining things to the therapist).

Secondary Role: Teen Alter, age 16.

Current Avatar, Future Trunks: Canon character design. Blue haired bowl-cut, and a blue monkey tail.

Once we got to the Nursery, Trunks took over. Not because he liked diapers, but because he desperately wanted the steering wheel.

Then proceeded to get on the changing table, with much fussing. But he understood, our body, needing to filter out deactivated nanobots, meant we had to pee frequently... we didn't always make it too the toilet.

One of the robot's tentacles, gently reached for our wrist control, and pushed a button. Leaving the boy back in nothing but our implants, and the pull-up we were wearing.

The tentacles pulled off the pullup, and placed it in one of the compartments, within the Dalek's "Hover Skirt"... the Dalek could actually hover. As, in addition to the various implants I installed in our body, I'd spent millions in upgrading our Nanny Bot.

"And good morning to you to, Spike-lek," Trunks greeted, blushing as Spike-lek applied the baby wipes, to our underwear area...

The Saiyan hybrid, straight out of Dragon Ball Z, wasn't too pleased about having to endure this humiliation. Trunks knew he shouldn't be embarrassed, as this was an every day occurrence. But this alter was 16, not a baby, and resented being treated like one.

From his point of view, since I got this Nanny Bot, I should be the one to endure it's "tender care"... But we had a therapy session, later today, and I'd have to do the talking... which meant I lost my real world free time for the day...

Trunks shivered, at the coldness of the wipes, then pretended his boyhood didn't react, at the rubbing in of fresh baby powder.

While that was going on, Spike-lek used his extra tentacles, to open a cabinet, and pull out a clean pullup.

Diapers, and pullups, felt and sounded like they were made of crinkly plastic, but in truth they were a new material, that was both washer and dryer safe.

These pullups were the only real clothes we owned... As most of our clothes were digital.

One of the tentacles suddenly smacked our diaper covered butt, getting an exciting sound of crinkling going. But Trunks yelped in pain and surprise. Not liking it at all.

Still with The Manager: Susan.

Avatar Design, Musky-Pup: A Husky-Taur. (Think a Centaur, but a Husky. With a dog like head, but torso with arms. While his lower body is a 4 legged husky). He has bright red fur, and a neon green underbelly. With grody matts in his fur.

Once their special area was wiped clean, and freshly diapered, Susan switched out their "Trunks" Avatar for "Musky-pup", who took a moment to get used to having 4 legs.

Susan kept hold of the steering wheel, for our walk out of our Condo. Smiling as he almost collided with a familiar face.

"Hey Musky," Another age player greeted the older teen. She looked like a brown bat, with butterfly wings. As she had holo implants of her own.

Butter-Bat, Our dear buddy "Batty", also had a mental implant, to balance her bipolar disorder... but no Mother Board. After what happened to us, she just didn't wanna risk it.

"Hey Batty," Musky smiled. He greeted our best friend... probably the best friend to all the Alters in my head. She could actually tell us apart, even without a data shell.

"How's Oni-San?" Musky asked. Asking after Batty's wifu.

"They're good," Batty smiled.

"Too bad you couldn't join us on the pirate raid," Musky sighed.

Batty shrugged, "Date night is more important."

Musky gave a sad smile. "I miss date nights." before finally walking towards the bathroom. Batty following, in the arms of her droid.

Musky-pup sighed, "You have any idea how hard it is, to find someone interested in a teenage little? The only people willing to date me are perverts!" Musky loudly declared.

Batty gave sympathetic nods. However, her Avatar was a legit toddler, like most Ageplayers. So she couldn't really relate.

"I still don't get why you just don't date Olive's boyfriend," Batty sighed.

Musky-Pup rolled his eyes, "Cuz I'm not Olive. You know we tried it, but we just aren't really Dating compatible..." Musky-Pup said, with a good deal of regret.

WHICH HE SHOULD! When Musky broke up with Oreo, it nearly ended my Relationship with him. It took some convincing that just because some of my other personalities, only wanted to be friends, that didn't effect how I felt about him... it was a pretty tough concept for Oreo to get passed.

Back with The Child, Age 9: Jasper.

Once we reached the Complex's private bath house, Jasper wiggled back into the steering wheel. Whining as Spike-lek bathed us, but refusing to give up the steering wheel.

He particularly hated, he had to be in our gross real body, instead of one of our cool Avatars.

Batty's own droid was bathing her, as well. Although she was on the girl's side, seperated by a fence.

Batty's own droid, identify as male... even if droids didn't have genders. Or true self awareness. Batty named him "Proto-Beep", as a "Protogen" model.

In the Furry fandom, protogens were Cyborgs, but in the real world, they were just a different model of Bio-Android.

Proto-Beep's head was an oval screen, that showed off emojis. He had floofy ears, and looked like a mix of fake fur, and metal. He was definitely huggable.

Regardless, Batty and Jasper made small talk, while they were scrubbed clean. On opposite sides of the fence.

Still with The Child, Age 9: Jasper.

Current Avatar, Fledgling: A Blue Dragon born / fox-folk hybrid. (He has over sized fox ears, like a young kitten that hadn't grown into their ears. With a horn on both sides of both ears, 4 in total, looking like sky blue deer-Foal's nubs, and an additional horn on his nose. His tail is more fox like, then dragon, though it is an unnatural blue with a yellow tip. Due to his Beast Folk blood, he's covered in fur. Though his dragon blood gives him an under side of yellow scales, while his fur is blue. Which are unusual colors for beast-folk).

Almost immediately after his bath, Jasper switched to his "cool" dragon born avatar.

Pouting, not a minute later, as he looked down at himself.

Spike-lek had finally let us get dressed, but had chosen our clothes for us. Putting Fledgling into a jinbei, with wooden sandals. A Japanese robe, so short... you could see the Daleks printed on our diaper... it was soooooo embarrassing... but at least Spike-lek wasn't making us wear an actual skirt... he'd done that before.

Alter's Name: Sunny Dilbert. Username: Battle Master Overlord. #13(94).

Alter's Role: Persecutor.

(A common type of alter, often acts in a harmful way but there is a protective logic behind a persecutor's actions. Persecutors often have a distorted view of reality, and may disrupt therapy or intentionally injure the person's body, for example to punish child alters for disclosing abuse that has been kept secret. All alters "should be treated with equal kindness," despite their behaviors, and persecutors are often seen as "misguided protectors" which can be negotiated with.)

Secondary Role: Protector.

(May try to manage rage and anger, and avoid feelings of hurt, fear or shame. They focus on perceived threats, and find dependence, emotional needs and close relationships [attachment] threatening. Protectors may view themselves as a very tough child or teenager, a powerful animal, or a physically strong, adult male. They can act internally, or show external hostility, e.g., telling a therapist that other alters don't need them and warning the therapist to leave them all alone.)

Current Avatar, Sunny Dee'Roo: A Sodaroo. (A kangaroo, colored like a beverage. Where even the males have pouches). He has yellow fur, a blue underbelly, and an orange platypus tail. Then blue and black claws, larger then his head. With long blue cornrows for hair. And sharp carnivorous teeth.

It was decided Sunny would "steer" our body, on the way to work.

Cars had been Outlawed, outside military use, but the public transportation system was reliable within a nano second. As it was controlled by AIs.

He managed to hop on a trolly, at the very second we expected it to pass by.

Sitting down, with our phone, and looking up the local news. The kids begging to watch cartoons, instead. He did his best to ignore them, without muting them.

Spike-lek was coming with him to work, as he always did... mostly for protection. A kangaroo, on a leash, with a robot holding the other end, was a clear sign that the person was an age player, and so had special privileges and protections.

Sunny might be the "Grumpy Side", but he wasn't stupid. The body leash and diaper might bother him, but he knew better then too complain about it.

Being a legally registered age player, offered us too many benefit, and protections...

The Haunted Child:

Once at work, Haunted took the reigns. As his portion of the Hive Mind had access to the corner of the mind-drive, that gave us our programming skills.

We each got our own Skills, from the mind drive. But work needed the Hacker's understanding of computer's.

It was a complicated job, managing the programs for the machines that rearranged atoms. Only Haunted could do it, due to having the experience the rest of the hive lacked.

Haunted was always working, even in the Oasis. He didn't have days off, nor did he want them. Computers were his passion, and code was his native tongue.

The other's in the hive were a tad worried for him. As he had no life outside code.

Haunted didn't even like staying at the helm during his lunch break.

Back with the Manager: Susan.

Current Avatar, Susan Forman: An altered version from the Doctor Who Canon. A teenage girl, with hooved legs, a fox tail, and fox ears, all brown colored fur.

Susan took over, come break time. Given Haunted, once again, refused to "make small talk" with our co-workers... and well, someone had to eat.

Susan giggled with delight, and chatted non-stop... and once again getting many requests from our co-workers to adopt us.

Susan politely declined their offers, telling them she was already the ward to a nice couple. And didn't want to be "One of those brats" that had multiple families she bounced between. Her current family wouldn't allow it, even if she wanted to.

As typical, when Susan talked to our co-workers, she felt sufficiently spoiled. And they felt they could break through to us eventually.

After all, who wouldn't want an Ageplayer they knew in real life?

Sunny, being a cynic, pointed out they likely just wanted our billions of credits. But Susan had more faith in people, and was convinced they sincerely liked us.

Alter's Name: Jenny Doc'tor-dottir. Username: Metagamer #01(69).

Alter's Role: Gatekeeper

(Their job is too keep traumatized alters from appearing. They may also hold back memories or control which alters can take control of the body, and when.)

Secondary Role: Sexual Alter.

Avatar Design: An Asari, Disney's Gargoyle, MLP Pony Anthro. (Hairless blue skin with a lot of grey freckles, a pony Head with starfish like tentacles for hair, Large leather wings which actually function for gliding, a long gecko like tail, along with jagged knees and elbows).

This avatar is a Futanari (Meaning has a penis and testicles, in addition to breast).

Metagamer was the pilot, for the trip back to the nursery. And Unlike Sunny, allowed the children to watch their cartoons through her.

Sunny was complaining how they would be drowned by all that, once we returned home

But was ignored.