“Okay sweetie, it’s time for you to decide.”
“Um… w-what am I deciding?”
“If you want to be a good girl or a bad girl.”
*thinks* I am still so confused.
“I- I’m not sure I really understand that, but I don’t want to be a bad girl for asking about it.”
“It’s very simple, Alice… you can have a spanking and then you can be diapered. Or you can be diapered. Either choice results in a diaper, because that’s not something you can control, but… you can control whether or not you get a spanking. So… do you need a spanking, or do you want to be a good girl?”
*thinks* I don’t think I want a spanking, I don’t think she’s messing around and I don’t think my seven year old patootie is very spank resilient! D:
“I- I want… um… I want to be a good girl.”
“And what do good girls do?”
*thinks* Oh shi- there’s a test, uh… think… oh…
“Um… good girls know when it’s time for a diaper.”
“And what time is that?”
“W-when mommy says so, because I need to stop trying to control everything and just control what I can.”
“And what is that?”
*turns red*
“Um… if I get a spanking.”
*she pats her hand on the table*
*thinks* Oh please let me out now, please let me out, I totally get it, don’t try to control everything or you’ll wind up as a spoiled little femchild… oh gawd just make the trannies do it, why do I have to get caught in their stupid meta-menticidal bullshit?
*slowly climbs up onto the table*
*thinks* Oh gawd it smells like babies up here.
*turns bright red*
*I look at her with pleading eyes, sitting on top of the changing table.*
*thinks* Maybe she’ll take pity if I act like a victim! Yeesh, I really am thinking like a fuckin tranny!
*thinks* Oh, oh shi- oh she’s “putting me down”… can she do it? I really am that small apparently… even as a seven year old she just grabbed me under the arms and laid me right down like… is… I don’t… why does it have a seat belt? I’m not going to fall out!
[Expand Post] *she starts tearing at the sides of the pull-up*
*starts feeling super uncomfortable*
“Oh, did we forget your changing stuffie, Sweetie?”
*thinks* YES YOU FORGOT MY CHANGING STUFFIE WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO BURY MY HEAD IN EMBARRASSMENT WITH?!
*nods, nearly crying*
*she hands me a really big stuffed tiger*
*clutches onto it and holds it up near my head*
*she pulls it down*
“Uh oh, what’s my baby girl doing? Is she playing peek-a-boo with mommy?”
*thinks* This is the most embarrassing thing ever, I think I’m going to die from embarrassment! Please just hurry up and finish… or is that wrong? Is that what’s trapping me? Oh shi- I think I really do need to like “give up control” to get out of here.
*TICKLES*
*thinks* Wait there’s a… I don’t want it…
*tries to spit out the pacifier but she’s holding it up to my lips*
*thinks* Nooo, don’t make me…
*starts sucking on it*
*thinks* Why is she still holding it… does she know I’m going to try and spit it out?
*thinks* Oh, something smells really nice… oh it’s the powder.
*thinks* Please let me spit this out...
“Can you keep your paci in for mommy, sweet pea?”
*nods*
*thinks* Wait, no… wait… I need to be a good girl… but… is this a good girl choice… or a “me” choice? Well… mommy asked me, so I should do what mommy says to do, because I don’t need to be in control of everything. I can let this strange therapy mommy take care of me for awhile, it’s not like there’s anything overtly maligned with malice. If anyone tries to touch me funny tho I’mma scream! LIKE A GIRL! Really loud! Girls can scream loud, can’t they? I wonder how loud I can scream now!
“There we go sweetie pie, all powdered and pampered for beddy bye.”
*thinks* Ahhh, wait… no…
*she picks me up so I’m sitting upright on the table*
*thinks* Can I spit this out yet? Or… do I wait until she says I can? It’s making me tired!
*rubs eyes*
*thinks* AAAHHH, SHIRT ATTACK!
*thinks* Pleh, why does it have to be purple? Well, at least it’s not pink. I guess if I have to pick a “girl color” I’d pick purple… oh… right I didn’t pick it tho… unless that’s my favorite color as a girl?
*flashback starts to dissipate*
*thinks* Oh, oh… awesome! I’m not trapped anymore! It finally let me out of the false flashback!
*thinks* Uh… uh oh… um… I’m still in this reality tho… and I think I wet myself in it… wait, I gave up control, so I can get out!
*whips out magic vape*
*elevates further*
Yay! LATERS!
*tandem reality split*
*accessing autonomous creation controls*
*accessing counter reactive weapon systems*
*tracing evolutional sequence pattern programming*
3… 2… 1… *thinky blinky*
Oh, I got it! I know how to “fix” all the SJW idiots!
Live-in Adult Potty Retraining Program or LAPRP… like LARP but with a baby sound at the end, so there’s no confusion about how much control you need to be giving up.
It’s the perfect “therapy program” for CONTROL FREAKS! :D
Mmmm… abstract weapons development is always fun!
Hey, don’t look at me, you made this crazy fuckball reality, I just weaponized it.
#ForbiddenWeaponsVault
Well, that was fun! Like Dungeons and Pampers!
*gasp*
Oh... wait... no I didn't get to ride the horsie tho! D:
Oh... cause I used too much control too fast, that's why. I should have used less control and then I would have gotten to ride the horsie.
Wait, am I still a girl? Oh, mentally... meh... its cool. Trannies should be more chill, so what if you got the opposite sexes body... like, just operate accordingly. Stop being such spaz attacks.
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