My “Beloved” Girlfriend Name: Chris Age: 18 I decided to stay the weekend at the house of Anna, who was my 1-month younger girlfriend. It took me 5 minutes walking to her house. Anna was waiting for me. “Why don’t you go to the living room?” she said. “I’ll prepare some tea.” A few minutes later the tea was ready. Anna put it on the table. We drunk our tea, ate a piece of Dutch apple pie and started to have a little chat. After 5 minutes, I became drowsy and fell asleep. Carefully, Anna dragged me to her sleeping room. She put me on her bed, took off everything. I was wearing, put some baby powder on my privates and my butt, got a disposable diaper out of a cupboard, unfolded it, put it on me and taped it together. She washed her hands in the bathroom, got back in her room, took some rope out of the cupboard and tied my hands and my legs together. Also, she took out some tiny clothes, put them in my mouth, circled a big white cloth gag over my mouth and secured it behind my head. Then, she opened a cupboard, which contained bars, dragged me into it and locked the door. 30 minutes later I woke up. I found myself in this position and thought: “Oh no, Anna! Why did you do this to me?” Suddenly, Anna came in. “Good,” she said. “You’re awake. I always wanted to make you wear and use diapers, but I knew you would defend yourself against it. That’s why I did this to you.” When I heard that, I started to scream through my gag, which muted my screams for 50 percent. Also, I tried to break free, with no use. Suddenly, Anna said, with a strict: “If you don’t corporate, I’ll give you a huge spanking! If you ever tell our family and friends about it, I’ll make your life become miserable!” Suddenly, the front door opened and my parents came up. My mum (a 36- year old nurse in the hospital) took me out of the cupboard, removed the gags and ropes, took me in her arms and hugged me, because I was okay. My father (a 38-year old police officer) grabbed Anna by her arms, handcuffed her and said: “This time you won’t get away with it, you psychopath.” I was shocked to hear that and said, “Why do you call her a psychopath, dad?” “Because she is one,” he said. “She’s interested in diapers and hostages. She’d been doing this with all of her former boyfriends, but she always got away with it. To make sure that her former boyfriends wouldn’t tell their story to your grandfather, who’s the judge, she killed her former boyfriends by using her car. Anna quickly said to me, “Please, do something about this nonsense, dear.” “Don’t call me that!” I yelled in her face. “I can’t believe you did this to me! I don’t want to see you again! Our relationship is over!” The next day, after court, we got my father’s police car and drove home. I said, “How did you and dad know about this, mum?” “Since you told us that you had a relationship with that psychopath,” my mother said. “We never told you about what she really was, because your father wanted to wait for the chance to catch her.” “And it worked,” my father said. “Just as I expected.” “Well...” I said, “...that was very smart of you, dad.” When we came home, we went inside our house. I entered the room and noticed some packages of disposable diapers from Pampers. “We bought them for you,” my mother said. “Since your father and I saw you in that diaper yesterday, we thought you wanted to be a baby again.” “We also discovered a medicine to bring you back to the age of a baby,” my father said. “Once you took it in, you’ll turn back into a baby for 1 week. When the week is over, you’ll turn back into an 8-year old boy, so you can go back to school and be reunited with your friends.” “Okay,” I said. “Let’s get started with it.” For a whole week, I was a baby from ½ year old. I still had my teeth, which were little, but I could eat and drink the food and drinks I always ate and drunk. Also, I could still talk. Every time I had a wet or poopy diaper, my parents changed me. After this week, I was 8 years old again. I went back to my favorite school and told my friends what happened. “It’s unbelievable,” Dane Newton (17) said. “You stayed for about 1 hour at the house of a psychopath, you and your parents did something good, you were a baby for a whole week and now you’re 8 years old again. That’s just awesome.” All of my friends became some kind of big brothers and big sisters to me. Together, we went to the cinema, we held some parties at our homes, and also, my friends put me in diapers, so I could relive my life as a baby again. I completely forgot about Anna, thanks to my parents and anyone else. All of us had a great time with each other, and of course, all of us lived happily ever after.