💡🐇 Naughty Thoughts

💧⚢ A Little Infection

There's been a disease in the news; Female Emotional and Mental Reversion Syndrome. It only seems to affect women, with very few exceptions.Victims seem to have the mental and emotional control of a small child; sometimes have difficulty forming words; they return to acting like babies or small children.

In response to this, the government has new rules. Somebody diagnosed with FEMRS is legally reclassified as a child, and no longer permitted to manage their own finances or do anything important on their own.

The main character in this one has a plan. She's in college, and living with her "girlfriend". They don't actually have a relationship, but a couples' flat on campus is cheaper than two single rooms, and the girlfriend's parents have been too judgemental, looking down on her for not having a partner yet. They wish she had a boyfriend, but at least her social awkwardness hasn't left her completely incapable of having a productive life. They see their daughter having a relationship as the point at which they don't need to support her any more; completely discounting the possibility that she'd be happier alone and focusing on her research.

The narrator wishes they really were a couple. And thinks she's found a way to make it happen: a cocktail of drugs that will make her "girlfriend" feel light headed for a couple of days, make it hard for her to speak confidently, and make her wet herself. If she drags her along to the overworked clinic at the mall, she could get a FEMRS diagnosis with very few checks. And then she's bought a couple of hypnosis CDs which will "make it easier for you to accept your situation" (make her compliant with Mommy's wishes) after her parents agree to appoint her guardian. She's already listened to the CDs to make sure she knows exactly what suggestions are on them, and found herself half spacing out a few times even though she wasn't really listening. Combined with the drugs, they'll be irresistible.

She puts the concoction she's made in her "girlfriend's" evening glass of water; and then one in her morning coffee, expecting it to kick in the following night. It's quite a complex mix, so she has a little note on the pill bottle, saying which colours she needs to give at what time. But the intended victim sees her adding pills to the coffee, and asks what they are. She bluffs, saying it's some new allergy meds she's trying, and reluctantly drinks the drugged coffee. It's not a big deal; the first two doses are just background stuff. It might make her a little more easily-confused and clumsy for a day, but that's not a symptom anyone else would notice. It's only when coupled with the pills from tonight's dose (to cause bedwetting), and the fast-acting diuretic she's going to add to the coffee tomorrow (to make her suddenly desperate on the way to the clinic, where it often takes ten minutes standing in line just to get to the receptionist so you can ask to use the bathroom), that will make a big difference.

Unfortunately, she's confused enough to pick up the wrong glass at bedtime. And in the morning, when she seems a little light-headed, the "girlfriend" notices her putting pills in the wrong mug, and helpfully switches them around.

Now she's been misdiagnosed; and the only way she could argue against that would be to admit what she was trying to do. Her only choice is to convince 'Mommy' that she's recovered naturally, and see if she can take a cognitive function test. But those drugs make it really hard; and maybe she'll end up listening to those CDs again; until her girlfriend comes to the conclusion that this is actually what she wanted.