{"sf1_id":277400,"sf2_id":"J1ObAXAn","title":"Clinical Regression (Prologue)","author":"Hikami Akairion","words":1223,"posted_at":"2011-08-14T20:50:00.000Z","tags":["Diapers","M/F","School","Wet","regression"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/277400-clinical-regression-prologue","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1ObAXAn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/07/67/0767c237-5f67-4ff0-8894-4e98c864c8e1","description":"#1 of Clinical Regression","content":"Even as I write, my mind floods with idealistic deviance.\u0026nbsp; I'd just changed into an adult-sized overnight diaper (it wasn't that I _needed_ it per se; rather, it simply felt \"right\"), as I started getting ready for bed tonight.\u0026nbsp; But I'm getting ahead of myself....\u0026nbsp; My story begins one unassuming Friday, and like any story worth telling, it all started with a simple misunderstanding....\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Tick, tick, tick..._\u0026nbsp; As the overhead clock clicked to 11:45 AM, a sudden urge made my whole body squirm.\u0026nbsp; _I knew I shouldn't have drank that 2 1/2 cups of coffee this morning_; as a result, they were currently going at it with my gut.\u0026nbsp; Raising my hand, I struggle to get my teacher's attention.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"... And so, if we separate the areas into 'chunks'... _Yes, Daniel; I'm trying to teach a class, so this better be important...._\"\u0026nbsp; I start to shake, visably losing control.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"C-could I g-go use th-the --\"\u0026nbsp; _Too late!_\u0026nbsp; Releasing my muscles a second too early, I feel my crotch flood with cold.\u0026nbsp; My silent pleas spoke volumes as a nearby classmate (\"Krystal\", I think her name was) \u0026nbsp;turned to me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Uhmm, Dan... I think you...\"\u0026nbsp; Nodding toward my shorts, she offered me a sympathetic hand.\u0026nbsp; \"Ms. Jacobs, there's, uh, been an accident...\u0026nbsp; We'll... be right back...\"\u0026nbsp; As we exit the classroom, \u0026nbsp;Krystal leads me toward the nurse's office.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Don't worry, I used to have accidents too, y'know.\"\u0026nbsp; I stop, staring at her.\u0026nbsp; _What the hell was she talking about?!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"What are you--_No!\u0026nbsp;_ I didn't have an 'accident', okay?\u0026nbsp; I just... had too much to drink during breakfast, is all.\"\u0026nbsp; It was weird talking about my \"accident\" as if we were two very old friends catching up on old times.\u0026nbsp; Still, being around her made me feel somehow calmer about the whole situation....\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, it's okay if you're embarassed about it.\u0026nbsp; Come on, we're almost there.\"\u0026nbsp; I blink; _embarassed?!_\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wait a minute, I thought I just told you; I didn't have an 'accident'!\u0026nbsp; Why am I even talking about this?!\" \u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Stopping at a wooden door, Krystal knocks.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hi Mrs. Erickson... umm... there's been an accident in Ms. Jacobs' class... Okay, I'll send him in.\u0026nbsp; She's all your's.\u0026nbsp; Don't worry, she'll take care of you.\"\u0026nbsp; I sigh; _what a morning._\u0026nbsp; Muttering my sarcastic thanks, I enter.\u0026nbsp; Glancing around the cramped office, I immediately notice a brown plastic bag, a change of shorts, and the one thing that nearly made my heart stop.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Um... Nurse Erickson?\"\u0026nbsp; A tall woman motions to a nearby cot.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Have a seat, dear.\u0026nbsp; I understand there was an --\"\u0026nbsp; I cut her off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"_There was not an 'accident', okay?!\u0026nbsp; I just had too much to drink with breakfast!_\"\u0026nbsp; The nurse stares calmly into my olive eyes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sure you did, but the fact still remains, you had an accident, and those,\" she nods at my shorts, \"will have to come off.\u0026nbsp; I've also taken the liberty of providing some temporary 'underwear ' for you....\"\u0026nbsp; I shake my head incredulously.\u0026nbsp; Was she serious?!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Uhh... I think there's been a\u0026nbsp; mistake... I'm a bit... _old_ for that,\" I motion toward the 'underwear' she held up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sure you are,\" she says knowingly, \"but I'm afraid there isn't any other option.\u0026nbsp; Granted, I can let you use the bathroom to change, but other than that....\"\u0026nbsp; I frown at the so-called 'underwear'; either way, I'd be stuck in it, but I wasn't about to give up.\u0026nbsp; Not yet, anyway.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Umm... What if I refuse?\"\u0026nbsp; I could just imagine her response.\u0026nbsp; Unfortunately, I wasn't too far off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"As I said, dear, I'm afraid there's really no other option.\u0026nbsp; You're going to have to wear it one way or another, so what's it going to be?\u0026nbsp; Are you old enough to clean yourself up, or will I have to do it for you?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No offense, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself.\"\u0026nbsp; Opening the bathroom door, I unbuckle my belted shorts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"My offer still stands, dear; just say the word, and I'll come in and help,\" she says, holding the door open.\u0026nbsp; I stare in silence as she sighs, \"very well, I understand.\u0026nbsp; You are, as you said, capable of taking care of yourself....\u0026nbsp; I just thought you'd be open to my help.\"\u0026nbsp; A strange feeling wrenched my stomach.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"W-wait, please....\u0026nbsp; I-I'm sorry, it-it's just I'm not--\" Erickson nods in understanding.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"-- Used to asking for help from anyone else,\" she finishes for me.\u0026nbsp; I nod, silent tears grazing my cheeks.\u0026nbsp; _She'd nailed it.\u0026nbsp; For most of my young adult life, I'd stubbornly refused anyone's help, maintaining the idea that to do so might be seen as \"giving up\".\u0026nbsp; But now that I was older, that my life's choices had placed me in this current situation, I was stuck.\u0026nbsp; I could ask for Erickson's help, thereby freeing myself from my self-destructive stubborness; then again, did I really want to be stuck in an adult diaper for God-knows-how long?_\u0026nbsp; Erickson hands me a tissue.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry... \"\u0026nbsp; The nurse dries my tears.\u0026nbsp; _Maybe I_ could _let her into my heart..._ I step out of the bathroom, \"C-could you... please h-help me?\"\u0026nbsp; The nurse nods.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course, dear.\u0026nbsp; Lay down, and I'll clean you up.\"\u0026nbsp; Holding the diaper's front against my groin, she fit it loosely around my waist.\u0026nbsp; Tightening the sides to match my body, Erickson helped me sit up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"All done.\u0026nbsp; That wasn't so bad, was it?\"\u0026nbsp; I stare at my new \"underwear\".\u0026nbsp; _True, it did feel... different, but at the same time, it felt safe, even \"right\"_.\u0026nbsp; _But I wasn't about to let her know that.\u0026nbsp; Not yet._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"It-it's okay, I guess.\u0026nbsp; Uhh, I only have to wear this until after lunch, right?\"\u0026nbsp; She smiled.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"As long as you don't have any more accidents, then yes, that should be fine.\"\u0026nbsp; I nod, hesitating to ask my next question.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Wh-what happens if I, y'know, _do_ (gulp) wet?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Then you'll need to be changed\", she says simply.\u0026nbsp; I nod in silence.\u0026nbsp; It was weird, talking about the obvious consequences with her, but somehow, I felt\u0026nbsp; heartened.\u0026nbsp; Handing me a small business card, Erickson proceeds to pack my wet clothes.\u0026nbsp; Staring at the card, I see the phrase \"_ANIMAL REGRESSION CLINIC/CARE\"_.\u0026nbsp; Mouthing the words, I turn to Erickson.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Mrs. Erickson--?\"\u0026nbsp; She waves a hand.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Please, call me Sara; everyone does.\"\u0026nbsp; I blink.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Umm... _Sara_, what's this mean?\"\u0026nbsp; I point out the earlier phrase to her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh, nothing really, dear.\u0026nbsp; I care for individuals just like you... only as animals.\"\u0026nbsp; _I understood exactly what she meant.\u0026nbsp; What \"Sara\" was referring to was commonly known as \"furrry fandom\"... or so I thought._\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"C-could I maybe -- ?\"\u0026nbsp; Sara smiles.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Of course.\u0026nbsp; As long as you agree to two terms:\u0026nbsp; One, while in or around the clinic, you'll have to wear any 'protection' we provide; as we specialize in regressive therapy, some of our clients have been known to leave... _surprises_....\u0026nbsp; It's simply to ensure clients' safety.\"\u0026nbsp; I nod; given the explaination as well as my own current state, it made perfect sense.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"... And the other?\" I ask.\u0026nbsp; Sara had me sit on the cot.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}