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Nursery

Annie held my hand into my nursery, and placed me on the large table. Oh so this table is a changing table, I see.

I study all the Star Wars lego characters on the dark grey fabric. I am trying to find Darth Vader until I am suddenly picked up by Annie.

She held me on her hips, with one hand supporting my bottom and the other holding my torso. She brings me to my drawer, which is now filled with different clothes of black, grey, white and different shades of blue.

I know this is weird but Annie really knows me well. She got all the colors that I like.

She let me choose a shirt while still attached to her hip. I couldn't think of one that I want to wear, since all the overwhelming information has jammed my brain.

I shake my head, don't know what to choose. Then Annie pulls out a black t-shirt that says "Cute" in white and a pair of plain white shorts.

Correction, that is a onesie, not a t-shirt.

She places me down on the changing table again and help me lay down. She took the plushie dog from my crib and give it to me.

I hug it and can smell my cologne from the plushie. She had definitely sprayed some onto it.

Annie seems to be content with me hugging it.

Suddenly, my legs felt cold. She had pulled away my sweatpants and my briefs and I tried hard not to complain about it. I can still remember her spank vividly.

She then slipped something soft under my butt and I felt something sprinkled onto my groin. She then taped...

Oh god.

A diaper.

I immediately sat up and said, "You didn't tell me this is part of it?"

She just shrugged, "I thought you knew when you did research."

"But not all people are wearing those?" I asked, still holding the white dog in my arm.

"Yeah, but I don't know how small will you be, so it's just in case."

I stayed silent. I definitely do not want another spanking.
I shifted uncomfortably, hearing the crinkles of the diaper.

Okay, Kris, just think that you are wearing a portable toilet. The benefit is that you do not need to rush for the toilet ever again.

Calm down, calm down.

For christ's sake, they are great for you, no more rushing to the toilet.

My breaths started to become heavier and heavier and the more I told myself not to get angry or be emotional, the worse I felt.

Then I felt something across my cheek, just like someone has just drawn a pencil line across it.

Except the fact that pencils aren't wet and hot.