Summary: John is a teenager gone 'off the rails'. When he is caught, he 
finds that the new justice system uses regression to a baby in nappies 
and plastic pants as both punishment and therapy.

John's Trial

John's parents had been kind and loving. They spent time with their 
son, cared for him, followed the tenets of Dr. Spock and never 
chastised their son. Instead, when he'd been naughty, they'd reasoned 
with him. He was now fifteen years old. Instead of the delightful young 
man they had hoped he'd grow into, he'd got in with a bad crowd. 
Despite his parents trying to persuade him to change his friends by 
reasoned discussion, they felt that talking to a brick wall would have 
been more productive. It seemed the more they tried to reason with him, 
the more he got into trouble with his friends. He had been in trouble 
with the police and had appeared before the magistrates on two 
occasions, with his parents paying his fine for him. He'd also been 
suspended from school. His parents asked themselves where they'd gone 
wrong and decided that they'd been too soft. He was out with his 
friends and was well overdue when they received a telephone call from 
the local police station to say he'd been arrested again after an act 
of senseless vandalism.

They went down to collect him from the police station, but, before 
collecting him they'd asked an inspector if there was anything else 
which could be done to encourage him to behave in a more reasonable 
manner. The inspector smiled, "Actually, there is a new experimental 
scheme which the magistrates can sentence your son to if you approve." 
He explained the scheme to them and they liked what they heard. They 
were told that they could ask the magistrates to sentence their son to 
the scheme by just asking them for this or the police could inform the 
magistrates that they, his parents, had asked for this.

Their son, when they spoke to him before taking him home, said that 
he'd done it and so what? The next morning, John appeared with his 
'mates' in juvenile court. They all pleaded guilty and the magistrates 
decided to send John's mates to borstal. John, however was told that 
his parents had decided that he would participate in the new 
experimental special rehabilitation programme. When he heard this, John 
started to swear and curse them and his parents as he would rather have 
gone to borstal with his mates. The chief magistrate spoke to him, 
"That's exactly the sort of attitude that this scheme is designed to 
deal with." Turning to the police officers there, he said, "Take him 
away!" The officers grabbed him and, to his surprise, put him in hand 
restraints, then led him away. He was taken out of the court to a 
waiting van and handed over, along with some paper work, to two guards 
who were with the van. John was loaded into the cage inside which was 
locked, then they set off. John had a small grill with a window to look 
through. For once, he was beginning to get a sense of fear. What had he 
let himself in for? His sense of apprehension increased when the van 
pulled into the old mental hospital which had closed down a couple of 
years previously. The van drove into a gated courtyard with barbed wire 
around the walls and gates. The gates were closed behind the van, 
locked, then the van doors were opened and John was told to get out. 
The plastic ties fastening his hands were cut as John massaged some 
feeling back into his hands and wrists. The guards directed him through 
into the building where there was a door marked 'Processing'. They went 
in with John to a large changing room where a nurse was waiting for 
them. One of the guards spoke to John, "You don't seem to be the 
violent type. If you agree to behave yourself, then we'll leave you 
with the nurse. She has a panic button she can call us with if 
necessary, then we start getting nasty. Do you understand?" John 
thought about it and reasoned that there appeared no chance of escape 
and, anyway, things would be worse if he did escape as he'd be certain 
to be caught again, so gave his promise of good behaviour. The two 
guards left him with the nurse. She handed him a large plastic bag with 
his name on, and a smaller bag. "I want you to take off all of your 
clothes, and I do mean all, placing your shoes in the small bag and 
then inside the large bag and folding your clothes up neatly into the 
large bag. Your underwear can go in the bin here," the nurse said, 
pointing to a large metal waste bin with a yellow plastic sack inside. 
John was very embarrassed to be stripped naked in front of the young 
nurse. This was, in fact, deliberate, as forcing him to be naked in the 
presence of females was designed to unsettle him and throw him off 
balance. Once he was naked, and his clothes packed away, the nurse 
sealed the bag with a special tie. "We'll save these for when you are 
sent out of here at the end of your treatment." With that, she opened a 
door opposite from where he had come in and directed John to follow 
her.

Next door was a doctor's examination room with a lady doctor. She 
instructed him to sit down on the plastic chair beside her. "I need to 
check your medical suitability for this therapy. If I am not happy with 
your medical condition, you will be returned to the court for a 
different sentence. Now I have some questions for you, which you need 
to answer truthfully." With that, she proceeded to ask him about his 
own health, medical conditions which ran in the family, whether he 
smoked and, if so, how many, and so on. These all seemed standard 
enough until she asked him if he ever wet the bed at night. John was 
quite taken aback by this and assured her that he definitely did not 
ever wet his bed. "Let's say, 'not yet', then," came the doctor's 
cryptic answer. John started to ask about what was to happen to him, 
but the doctor told him that he would find out later. She was not about 
to tell him, no matter how much he asked. Again, the question and 
answer about bedwetting was designed to confuse and worry him. After 
she'd completed the questionnaire, she carried out the standard sort of 
physical examination, listening to his chest, checking his testes had 
descended properly, blood pressure and, very embarrassing, providing a 
sample of urine as the nurse, who had been there all the time, held a 
glass urinal for him to pass urine into. He was so embarrassed that the 
doctor had to turn the taps on full before he managed to provide the 
required specimen.

In the corner of the room was a shower. The nurse had put on a plastic 
apron and rubber gloves before telling John to stand in the shower. The 
doctor, meanwhile, left to get ready for the next stage which she would 
be required for. The nurse stuck plastic patches over his eyes, then 
proceeded to spray him from head to foot with a foam from a large 
aerosol can. John was asked to turn round and then to hold his arms out 
from his body and to stand with his legs apart as she sprayed his 
armpits and between his legs. She had already told John to keep his 
mouth closed and not to ask questions as he wouldn't get answers 
anyway. She waited fifteen minutes as John stood there as instructed. 
She did compliment him on his co-operation, saying that he'd have been 
forcibly held down otherwise and would have found it a much more 
unpleasant experience. After the fifteen minutes had passed, she pulled 
the shower curtain around the shower area and turned it on. John was 
expecting that it would be cold, but was pleasantly warm. She ordered 
him to wash the foam off his head first and then, when it was all off, 
he could remove the patches from his eyes. As he rubbed his hair, it 
felt like it was coming away and soon his head felt bald. What was 
happening to him? He removed the patches to see all his hair from his 
head in the bottom of the shower area. He rubbed the foam off the rest 
of him as all his hair came away leaving him completely hairless, 
except for his eyebrows which had been covered by the patches.

The nurse handed him a large bath sheet and told him to dry himself. 
Once dry, he asked about something to cover him. "You are fine as you 
are," the nurse laughed. She then told him to lie down on the bed with 
his back towards her and his bottom near the edge of the bed and knees 
up to his chest. The mattress was plastic with an incontinence pad for 
him to rest his bottom on. The nurse turned away, then came back with a 
bottle with a nozzle covered by a cap. She removed the cap, then, with 
one hand lifting his right buttock up to expose more of his perineal 
area, she pushed the pre-lubricated nozzle of the bottle into his anus.

"This is an enema to empty out your lower bowel. I'm going to squeeze 
some liquid into you which will make you want to go to the toilet 
rather urgently in a few minutes. You have to hold it for at least 
fifteen minutes before I let you go to the toilet. Is that understood? 
If you don't, I'll do it again and use some equipment to make sure you 
hold it" John agreed that he did understand as she squirted the whole 
bottle of Fleet phosphate enema into him. After ten minutes, John was 
fighting to hold it and some started to trickle out down his buttock. 
The nurse sighed, "I did warn you." She inserted the nozzle of another 
Fleet enema and squirted it inside him, followed by an inflatable butt 
plug which she had ready lubricated, sure that she'd get her change to 
use it. As soon as she'd removed the enema nozzle, she pushed the 
rounded end of the butt plug against his anal sphincter and forced it 
through as far as the shield which prevented further insertion. She 
promptly squeezed the bulb connected to the plug four times to inflate 
the rubber balloon inside him to contain the enema, John gave a cry of 
pain as it expanded inside him. "I did warn you!" she said. "That's a 
further twenty minutes you'll have to hold that now!"

All through this, John was pleased that he had his back to the nurse as 
he was sporting a huge erection - the butt plug was pressing against 
his prostate. He thought the nurse couldn't see, but she was smiling to 
herself at the very natural reaction to all that was happening. At the 
end of twenty minutes more, she produced a stainless steel bedpan and 
instructed John to sit on it. Of course, his erection was glaringly 
obvious and he was blushing a bright red colour from embarrassment. The 
nurse deflated the butt plug, instructing him to clench his sphincter 
muscles tightly until she'd removed the plug. With a swift pull, it was 
out and away to the sink to be washed. John was amazed at the fluid and 
stool pouring from him, not realising that the phosphate enema was an 
osmotic laxative, pulling fluid into his colon. After a while, still 
embarrassed by the nurse watching him, he told her that he'd completely 
finished. She helped him to his feet, then told him to put his feet 
apart, hands on the bed and lean forward. To his even greater 
embarrassment, she used wet wipes to wash between his legs as well as 
his genitals. When she'd done, he was told to stand there and wait for 
her. She went to the doctor's desk and phoned the doctor to say that he 
was ready now for her. The doctor asked her to bring him in.

She opened a door leading out of the doctor's room into a room which 
looked more like an operating theatre. John was now really scared. he 
started to ask what they were going to do to him, but was shushed and 
told that all would be explained in a few minutes and he didn't want to 
have to be restrained by the guards, did he? The doctor was wearing a 
surgical gown and mask, and the nurse went to wash her hands and put 
both gown and mask on, with a sterile pair of rubber gloves to finish 
off. "Now, John," the doctor said, "I want you to lie down on that 
table, head that end and knees drawn up as you had just now for your 
enema." John looked into her eyes, seeing the hardness there and 
realising that he had to obey or he'd suffer. He climbed onto the table 
and assumed the requested position. As soon as he was lying there, the 
nurse pulled straps across his hips and chest to hold him down. After 
that, she put a blood pressure cuff round one arm, a pulse oximeter 
over one finger of his other hand and three electrodes to monitor heart 
activity. The doctor inserted a cannula in the back of John's hand 
while the nurse held it firmly to stop him from moving. The cannula was 
connected to a litre of saline which was run through slowly.

Next the nurse went up to John and put a clip on his nose so he had to 
open his mouth to breathe. As soon as he did that, she inserted a mouth 
gag with a hole in it which went into his mouth and looked somewhat 
like a baby's pacifier. Once in his mouth, she strapped it behind his 
head so he couldn't get it off as his hands were restrained under the 
straps. "At last!" the doctor said, "No more questions from him. Swab 
him please, nurse." The nurse swabbed the base of his spine with iodine 
based antiseptic. The doctor took a hypodermic syringe filled with 
lidocaine and inserted into John's spine below his pelvis into the 
coccyx. First she inserted the needle through the skin, then angled it 
up towards his head to insert if further to infiltrate the cauda equina 
- the 'horse's tail' of nerves as they fanned out from the spine. John 
was panicking at this stage and began to panic even more when he felt a 
initially tingling, then a complete loss of sensation below his waist. 
The nurse pulled out the arm boards from the operating table, undid the 
straps and both the nurse and doctor rolled John onto his back, 
strapping him down across his chest and fastening his arms to the arm 
boards so he was spread out with his arms wide apart. The nurse plugged 
the lithotomy poles into the table and lifted one of John's feet around 
the outside of the padded pole and hung it in the straps fastened to 
the top of the pole. His other leg was positioned the same way so that 
his legs were up and spread apart. The nurse lowered the end of the 
operating table so John's bottom was right up to the edge of the table.

"Let's start with a number 30 French Gauge catheter, nurse. He looks as 
if that should pass easily." The doctor took up a PVC rigid disposable 
catheter and opened the sterile packet while the nurse took a syringe 
of Instillagel and, taking John's now limp penis in one hand, inserted 
the tip of the syringe into his urethra, squeezed the top of his penis 
around the tip of the syringe and squirted the whole contents of the 
syringe into his urethra. The Instillagel was both lubricant and 
antiseptic in this case as its local anaesthetic properties were not 
required because of the caudal block which the doctor had inserted into 
John's spine to numb him from the waist down. The doctor held the 
catheter in her sterile gloves and inserted a tube leading to a bottle 
of glycine irrigation fluid hanging from a drip stand. The nurse held 
his penis pointing towards his front as the doctor slid the catheter 
down his urethra and through his prostate. On feeling the sudden 
resistance as she reached his prostate and then the lack of resistance 
as the catheter tip entered his bladder, she opened the valve on the 
irrigation fluid to fill John's bladder and expand it. "The 30 FG fits 
nicely, nurse." The doctor turned off the valve having allowed about 
half a litre to fill his bladder and started to withdraw the catheter. 
As it came out of his penis, the nurse squeezed tight to keep the fluid 
inside his bladder as the caudal block would have made him incontinent 
of urine otherwise.

The doctor took a size 30 FG introducer filled with the bladder stent 
and inserted it into John's urethra again while the nurse held his 
penis to prevent the fluid leaking out around the introducer. Again the 
doctor felt the resistance as the introducer passed through his 
prostate and then the lack of resistance as it passed through into the 
bladder. She held the introducer with one hand while she pushed the 
inner rod which held the stent free of the tube of the introducer. As 
the stent was released, the sharp barbs popped out into place. She 
pulled back on the outer tubing leaving the rod holding the stent. She 
gently pulled back on the rod which was hollow, but closed on the 
outside end. Inside the rod were two nylon threads. Again, as the rod 
emerged, the nurse gripped his penis tightly to prevent the fluid 
leaking out. The two yellow nylon threads could be seen emerging from 
the tip of John's penis. The doctor took hold of these and pulled 
gently. The stent slid into place and the barbed hooks dug into the 
sphincter muscle of his bladder to prevent it from slipping out of 
place.

Because of the clever design of this stent, John was now fully 
incontinent of urine. His bladder outlet was permanently open, as long 
as the stent was in place, so, as the urine trickled down from his 
kidneys, it would flow straight out of his bladder. John could see 
little of these proceedings but he fought against the gag in his mouth 
to try to protest, but just muffled grunts could be heard. Once the 
doctor felt real resistance to further movement, she gave the threads a 
hard tug to make sure the barbs were fully into the muscle. Releasing 
one thread, she pulled on the other which turned out to be a single 
thread hooked around inside the stent to allow it to be placed 
properly. The nurse held a urinal around John's penis and released her 
pressure as his bladder emptied. She then placed a folded pad made from 
terry nappies over his penis to soak up any urine flowing out of John.

Now the doctor put a stool between John's legs and sat there with a 
syringe in hand. the nurse swabbed his perineal region (around his 
anus) with the antiseptic, then the doctor started injecting Botox into 
John's sphincter muscle, working her way round giving a series of 
injections close together into the muscle. As she did so, she could see 
the Botox relaxing the sphincter muscle as it began to gape open. The 
doctor put down the syringe, while the nurse took up a tube of 
lubricating gel and squirted some on the doctor's fingers and the rest 
around and inside John's back passage. The doctor made a cone of her 
fingers and proceeded to push her fingers into his rectum, stretching 
the muscle and widening the opening. She actually managed to get the 
whole of her hand inside his rectum and then proceeded to make sure the 
muscle were well stretched, deliberately tearing them in the process so 
that they would heal open. Satisfied with her handiwork, she changed 
her gloves while the nurse wiped off the excess lubricating gel. 
Together, they raised the end of the operating table and lowered John's 
legs. The nurse picked up a thick pile of terry towelling nappies and 
folded them in the kite shape. Together they lifted John's hips off the 
table to allow them to slide the nappy under his still numb buttocks. 
The nurse expertly pulled the nappies up around him and fastened them 
with large safety pins. Then together they worked a large pair of clear 
plastic pants over John's legs and made sure that all of the nappy was 
inside the plastic pants.

The doctor walked over to John's head. "You wanted to know about this 
rehabilitation programme you're on and now is the time to tell you. I 
have just put something inside your bladder which will make you wet 
yourself like a baby. No, even worse than a baby - you'll have no 
control whatsoever." The doctor smiled as she saw John's eyes go wide 
at this terrible news. "It may be reversible when we take the stent out 
after your sentence is up, but, as you're one of the first and we 
haven' had anyone finish their sentence, we're not sure about that. In 
the same way, I have injected your muscles in your bottom with Botox so 
they're paralysed. That means you'll be incontinent of stool as well: 
you'll soil yourself like a baby too! Again, since I've also stretched 
the muscles there as far as they'll go, that too may not be reversible. 
This mans that you'll be in nappies and plastic pants all the time 
you're on this rehabilitation course. You'll be changed by the nurses 
as if you are a baby. Yes, it is designed to be humiliating for you. 
That's the idea! You'll learn that misbehaviour has consequences and 
you're in the midst of those now. But that's not all! In a moment, 
we'll prepare you for the next stage. I'll give you a drug through your 
iv. line which will make your susceptible to hypnotism. We'll strap 
headphones over your ears and regress you to a helpless baby, but 
you'll still be aware of who you are and how old you are even though 
you won't be able to walk and just cry like a baby. After a time of 
this, we'll gradually bring you back to your proper age, but make sure 
you behave properly at each stage. Misbehaviour moves you back one 
stage and bad misbehaviour can take you right back to the beginning 
where you'll be shortly. Oh yes, I forgot to say, we decide how long 
you'll be here. You don't get released until we're all happy you know 
how to behave properly!"

The nurse put a hood over his head, feeding the outlet from his gag 
through a hole in the front of the hood. The hood contained headphones 
like a early flying helmet, but had no eye-holes so John couldn't see. 
Once the hood was fastened tightly around his head and face, the nurse 
connected the headphones to the CD player, set on repeat, to start the 
hypnosis procedure. The doctor added a hypnotic drug to his saline iv. 
to relax him and make him more compliant, Once done, a couple of 
helpers were summoned to take John to his crib in the nursery. The 
doctor turned to the nurse, "I think he'll be putty in our hands very 
quickly, don't you?" "Oh yes," the nurse laughed, "He'll hate it and 
soon submit to our conditioning."

The next period of time (John had no idea how long it lasted, but it 
was actually two weeks) passed in total confusion. He remembered the 
drugged feeling and the complete disorientation from not being able to 
see and the constant whispering in his ears from the hypnosis CD. He 
knew his nappies had been changed from time to time as the feeling had 
returned to his legs and lower half, firstly as pins and needles, then 
gradually normal sensation. The times he was changed and fed through 
the tube connected to the gag in his mouth varied - deliberately to 
disorientate him. He was aware of his dry nappy becoming wet and 
soiling it as he could no longer stop himself from doing that. He was 
turned from time to time, but each time, restraints were fastened to 
wrists and ankles to stop himself from moving too much. He cried to 
himself with the thought of how degraded he'd become.

Suddenly, one day, the voices in his ears stopped and the hood was 
removed from his head. He was lying in a crib in a darkened room with a 
nurse leaning over him. "It's dark in here to allow your eyes to become 
accustomed to the light," the nurse said to him. She slowly opened the 
blinds and he could look down to see himself naked apart form the 
plastic pants and nappies which ballooned around his waist. She removed 
the gag from his mouth and he was able to shut his jaws for the first 
time since he'd arrived there. The nurse spoke to him again, "Do you 
know where you are and why you're here?" "Yes," John replied as best he 
could, "I'm at the old mental hospital because I'm being punished for 
being bad." "That's right, and that's a good start towards your 
rehabilitation that you realise that you have been bad. Now look at me 
and listen carefully." The nurse spoke some words three times and John 
suddenly felt control leave him. He could feel his wet and soiled 
nappies around his bottom and the fact that he was hungry and thirsty, 
so he did was natural - he wailed like a baby. The nurse smiled at him, 
"We can regress you to the different stages by just saying the right 
words. Your conditioning has worked. So I'll now change and feed you to 
settle you down again. You'll be like this for some time until we think 
you're used to being dependent again and needing to have people to care 
for you." With that, she dropped the side of the crib since John could 
not walk or crawl at the stage he'd been regressed to. She placed a pad 
under him and changed his soiled and wet nappy. She carefully creamed 
him as urine trickled from him as the stent held his bladder open. Once 
she'd changed his nappies, she pulled his plastic pants back up, pulled 
up the side of the crib in case 'baby' rolled out and went to wash her 
hands. When she came back, she was holding a large baby bottle with 
rubber teat. She opened the side of the crib and lifted John up to lie 
him across her lap. She then placed the teat in his mouth and he sucked 
greedily at it. "I know you're hungry and thirsty, but the part in you 
needs to be aware that we lace your drinks with laxatives from time to 
time to keep you in a messy nappy. We need you to hate being like this 
- powerless and completely dependent, yet knowing what is happening to 
you. We can bring you back to this stage at any time just by saying the 
words, so you know just how much power we have over you."

John spent two weeks like this and hated every minute. He could think 
and knew that he wanted to talk, yet all he could utter were the 
babblings of a little baby interspersed with the wails when his nappy 
was very wet or messy, or he was just hungry or thirsty. After the two 
weeks, one of the nurses changed him and he was lifted onto a padded 
mat on the floor with bricks and other baby toys there. There was 
another baby there, a girl, who was playing with the toys. The nurse 
said a different set of words to him and he found he could move his 
arms and legs in a more coordinated manner - he could crawl, but he was 
very weak from his muscles being out of use. He started playing with 
the bricks too for something to do. The girl snatched a brick from him 
and hit him with it. He burst out crying with a huge wail of anguish. 
The nurse went over to the girl and whispered in her ear so John 
couldn't hear. Immediately the girl flopped down uncoordinatedly as she 
was regressed back a stage. The nurse turned to John, "I know you can 
understand what I'm saying to you. See what happens when you misbehave. 
Susie here will spend another two weeks as a helpless baby until she 
learns to control herself better. You don't want that do you? By the 
way, this is her third time. If this happens again, we may just leave 
her like this for some months until she's really learnt the lesson!"

John really did try to behave. To his great surprise, as he was 
progressed through the toddler stage, he began to like being in 
nappies. He enjoyed the attention of being changes, the washing, wiping 
dry, creaming and just the human contact. He had been so independent in 
his previous existence, but now he was finding that he enjoyed being 
looked after in such an intimate way. The nurses also gave him a bottle 
to drink from, even though, at the toddler stage, he could manage a 
cup. They cuddled him while he drank from his bottle which they held 
for him. He so much enjoyed snuggling close as they gave him the 
drinks. Gradually, he found that being in nappies and plastic pants 
gave him a sense of security - no need to worry about needing the 
toilet, it was all taken care of.

One day, he was led in to the main office of the director - the doctor 
who'd 'fixed' his bladder and anal sphincter. She spoke some words to 
him and John suddenly found himself back to his proper age. "John, 
you've really made an effort to behave. We haven't regressed you once 
and I think you're ready to go back to the normal world. I need to 
remove the stent from your bladder by operating on you under 
anaesthetic again to remove the stent, so we can do that tomorrow. A 
couple of days to recuperate and you'll be ready to go home. You will 
still need to wear nappies and plastic pants as you may never recover 
full continence. Your parents signed a waver confirming that they 
accepted this as a possibility for you." John spoke, "Please, do you 
have to remove the stent? I'm so much happier now that I used to be 
before. I know I'm wetting and soiling my nappies, but, while I'm 
wearing them, it's a constant reminder to me that I need to remember 
how I used to be so I never fall back to those bad ways." The doctor 
laughed, "Of course you can, John. It is your choice. In which case, 
you can go home tomorrow. I'll contact your parents to collect you. Now 
then, we'll supply you with nappies, pins and plastic pants." She 
opened a drawer in her desk. "We can give you the clear ones you've 
been wearing or you can have these pretty printed ones in nursery print 
with teddy bears and animals on." John's heart leapt! The plastic pants 
she showed him were in yellow, pint and blue and were so lovely! The 
doctor saw his face and smiled. "Let's put a pair on you now instead of 
your clear pants! Would you like that?" "Yes, please," came John's 
immediate reply. She got him to stand up and pulled his clear pants off 
him. As he'd just been changed before being taken in to see the doctor, 
the nappies were just damp and didn't need changing. She shook out the 
plastic pants with that rustle which only plastic pants make. She held 
them open at the waist and invited John to step into them. He could see 
himself in the mirror and fell in love with the printed pants 
immediately. This was all part of the plan. After all, a street thug 
could hardly be that wearing nursery print plastic pants and wet, 
soiled nappies, could he? There's no 'street cred' in that!

The next day, now dressed in normal clothes with a blue pain of plastic 
nursery print pants on top of his nappies, John was ready to go home. 
He didn't know that his parents had arrived some time before to talk to 
the doctor before John was brought in to receive some special 
instructions. His parents had had a delivery of nappies, plastic pants 
and a large changing table for his bedroom, as well as one or two other 
items. John was called in and rushed over to hug his parents and 
apologise for the way he'd been. He burst into tears as he said how 
sorry he was for causing them so much trouble.

At home, John was shown his bedroom with the changing table, nappy 
buckets for soiled nappies and plastic pants in separate bins. He was 
also shown a cupboard filled with lovely soft white terry towelling 
nappies and the lovely plastic pants. His mum also showed him the new 
crib he had to sleep in, complete with waterproof mattress in case of 
'little' accidents. That night, his mother changed him and put him in a 
footed sleeper with a zip up the back. John was surprised by this, but 
didn't argue. It was in blue with a sleepy bunny on the front. In his 
new 'incarnation;' he could appreciate the cute bunny. His mum sat on 
his crib and patted her lap. He dutifully came over and sat on it. She 
cuddled him to her as he rested his head on her shoulder. His father 
came in holding a large bottle complete with rubber teat. His wife took 
it from him and held it for John to drink from. As he drank, she 
whispered some words in his ear as she regressed him to a toddler 
again. They'd enjoy looking after their 'new little boy' in his rabbit 
suit, wet nappies and plastic pants. John? John was happy and 
contented, too. Life just couldn't be better!