,,This attitude can't be changed now, you have to be regressed in age to be able to re-learn everything. "
"What do you mean?" - I still didn't understand them.
My brothers told my parents, that everything was ready for the process. It didn't take long to my mother to react to that.
"It seems we have a new baby in the house, and you guys up there have a new little brother."
With that my father grabbed me and took me to my room, and I couldn't even react to that. I was somehow slowed down, and couldn't even move my hands to escape. When he was about to open the door my mother asked:
"Are you ready for your new room, Baby Alex?"
I still didn't understand the situation and my mother only called me like that when i was younger than two. My father opened the door and i realised my room completely changed. My bed, cabinet, computer was gone and it was replaced with a bigger sized crib, with a changing table, and with one cabinet with drawers. My father laid me on the changing-table and my mother took out something from the drawer and put it above me on a shelf. My mother told me:
"Don't try to fight, its hopeless. We have put tranquilizer in that glass of water, because we knew you won't like your new rules and lifestyle. And now to just inform you, you will loose all your clothes."
With that, she took my trousers, then my t-shirt off and started to take my underwear off. I couldn't move my hands, I could only speak:
"Please, don't do this to me, I didn't want this."
My mother only laughed and said:
"You should have thought about this earlier" Now your brothers and your father will watch how i will diaper you.
"No, please no. I'm not a baby, i can control myself."
It didn't stop my mother, she took of my underwear and reveal my private area, and took off a electric razor from the shelf above.
"What's that for?" - I asked immediately.
"You know, babys do not have hair anywhere. So you will loose your hair everywhere, including your private area"
"No you can't do this, its not the real world, I must be dreaming."
My mother asked for some help, and my brothers hold me down, and restrained me, while my mother did what she said. After several minutes, I was lying there naked, without any hair and about to be diapered.
"Just to inform you, its not a joke, you have two different types of diapers, both from Pampers. Now, because its evening, I will put you in the baby dry one, because no one wants any leaking diapers for the morning, and in the morning you will be changed into active fit, which you will like im sure, because it will be thinner, and you will be able to move better."
With that, she started to diaper me, first came the powder, then some creme and my legs were raisen up in the air, and she put the diaper under me, and grapped the tapes in the place. There I was, a sixteen year old teenager boy in pampers. I got my new clothes on, rompers in green color. My mother brought me my "dinner". I got two bottles, in one there were smashed potatoes, and in the other I could feel hot milk.
I didn't want to eat or drink from it, but my mother started to fed me and my brothers were still holding me down. Then i was realesed, my mother told me to drink the other bottle, and then it was bed time for me. I drank it, because i didn't want to get into any more troubles and I was closed into my room and I started to fall asleep.
I woke up to my mother, who moved the curtains to the other position, so the sun actually flashed me. She started to talk me like i was a baby, and that was when i realised, that yesterday was not a dream. She came closer to me and started checking my clothes:
"I did't inform you yesterday, but your new clothes are perfect, because you can't take them off, the buttons are on your back-side, so its not reachable, so you can't take your diaper off without any help. This help can be from either me or from your father, or brothers. Lets see how was your night Danny."
"I didn't feel anything special, so i told her: "Im still not a baby, I can control myself, I don't know why diapers were involved in this."
With that, she took of my rompers and my very wet, soggy diaper was releaved.
"Look like, baby Danny can't control himself. You not only peed yourself, but pooped too. Don't worry, you will be changed into a new diaper in a few seconds."
I started to cry, I haven't wet myself for 12years, and my mother started to change my poopy diaper,
"There, there. Cry little on, cry. I will help you with changing your nappy. Here is your bottle of milk for the morning, drink it, while i change you."
It was hopeless, I drank the milk in my shock, while i was re-diapered. My mother called for my father, who rushed in and saw the poopy diaper, just as it was dropped to the bin.
"It seems, we really do have a baby boy in the house"
He grabbed me and took me to the living room, where there was a playpen and sat me in that.
