# Clinical Regression (Prologue)

Author: Hikami Akairion
Tags: Diapers, M/F, School, Wet, regression

#1 of Clinical Regression

Even as I write, my mind floods with idealistic deviance.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; But I'm getting ahead of myself....&nbsp; My story begins one unassuming Friday, and like any story worth telling, it all started with a simple misunderstanding....

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_Tick, tick, tick..._&nbsp; As the overhead clock clicked to 11:45 AM, a sudden urge made my whole body squirm.&nbsp; _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.&nbsp; Raising my hand, I struggle to get my teacher's attention.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "... And so, if we separate the areas into 'chunks'... _Yes, Daniel; I'm trying to teach a class, so this better be important...._"&nbsp; I start to shake, visably losing control.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "C-could I g-go use th-the --"&nbsp; _Too late!_&nbsp; Releasing my muscles a second too early, I feel my crotch flood with cold.&nbsp; My silent pleas spoke volumes as a nearby classmate ("Krystal", I think her name was) &nbsp;turned to me.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Uhmm, Dan... I think you..."&nbsp; Nodding toward my shorts, she offered me a sympathetic hand.&nbsp; "Ms. Jacobs, there's, uh, been an accident...&nbsp; We'll... be right back..."&nbsp; As we exit the classroom, &nbsp;Krystal leads me toward the nurse's office.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Don't worry, I used to have accidents too, y'know."&nbsp; I stop, staring at her.&nbsp; _What the hell was she talking about?!_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "What are you--_No!&nbsp;_ I didn't have an 'accident', okay?&nbsp; I just... had too much to drink during breakfast, is all."&nbsp; It was weird talking about my "accident" as if we were two very old friends catching up on old times.&nbsp; Still, being around her made me feel somehow calmer about the whole situation....

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hey, it's okay if you're embarassed about it.&nbsp; Come on, we're almost there."&nbsp; I blink; _embarassed?!_

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Wait a minute, I thought I just told you; I didn't have an 'accident'!&nbsp; Why am I even talking about this?!" &nbsp;&nbsp;Stopping at a wooden door, Krystal knocks.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Hi Mrs. Erickson... umm... there's been an accident in Ms. Jacobs' class... Okay, I'll send him in.&nbsp; She's all your's.&nbsp; Don't worry, she'll take care of you."&nbsp; I sigh; _what a morning._&nbsp; Muttering my sarcastic thanks, I enter.&nbsp; 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.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Um... Nurse Erickson?"&nbsp; A tall woman motions to a nearby cot.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Have a seat, dear.&nbsp; I understand there was an --"&nbsp; I cut her off.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "_There was not an 'accident', okay?!&nbsp; I just had too much to drink with breakfast!_"&nbsp; The nurse stares calmly into my olive eyes.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "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.&nbsp; I've also taken the liberty of providing some temporary 'underwear ' for you...."&nbsp; I shake my head incredulously.&nbsp; Was she serious?!

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Uhh... I think there's been a&nbsp; mistake... I'm a bit... _old_ for that," I motion toward the 'underwear' she held up.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm sure you are," she says knowingly, "but I'm afraid there isn't any other option.&nbsp; Granted, I can let you use the bathroom to change, but other than that...."&nbsp; I frown at the so-called 'underwear'; either way, I'd be stuck in it, but I wasn't about to give up.&nbsp; Not yet, anyway.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Umm... What if I refuse?"&nbsp; I could just imagine her response.&nbsp; Unfortunately, I wasn't too far off.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "As I said, dear, I'm afraid there's really no other option.&nbsp; You're going to have to wear it one way or another, so what's it going to be?&nbsp; Are you old enough to clean yourself up, or will I have to do it for you?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "No offense, but I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."&nbsp; Opening the bathroom door, I unbuckle my belted shorts.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "My offer still stands, dear; just say the word, and I'll come in and help," she says, holding the door open.&nbsp; I stare in silence as she sighs, "very well, I understand.&nbsp; You are, as you said, capable of taking care of yourself....&nbsp; I just thought you'd be open to my help."&nbsp; A strange feeling wrenched my stomach.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "W-wait, please....&nbsp; I-I'm sorry, it-it's just I'm not--" Erickson nods in understanding.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "-- Used to asking for help from anyone else," she finishes for me.&nbsp; I nod, silent tears grazing my cheeks.&nbsp; _She'd nailed it.&nbsp; 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".&nbsp; But now that I was older, that my life's choices had placed me in this current situation, I was stuck.&nbsp; 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?_&nbsp; Erickson hands me a tissue.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "I'm sorry... "&nbsp; The nurse dries my tears.&nbsp; _Maybe I_ could _let her into my heart..._ I step out of the bathroom, "C-could you... please h-help me?"&nbsp; The nurse nods.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Of course, dear.&nbsp; Lay down, and I'll clean you up."&nbsp; Holding the diaper's front against my groin, she fit it loosely around my waist.&nbsp; Tightening the sides to match my body, Erickson helped me sit up.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "All done.&nbsp; That wasn't so bad, was it?"&nbsp; I stare at my new "underwear".&nbsp; _True, it did feel... different, but at the same time, it felt safe, even "right"_.&nbsp; _But I wasn't about to let her know that.&nbsp; Not yet._

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "It-it's okay, I guess.&nbsp; Uhh, I only have to wear this until after lunch, right?"&nbsp; She smiled.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "As long as you don't have any more accidents, then yes, that should be fine."&nbsp; I nod, hesitating to ask my next question.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Wh-what happens if I, y'know, _do_ (gulp) wet?"

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Then you'll need to be changed", she says simply.&nbsp; I nod in silence.&nbsp; It was weird, talking about the obvious consequences with her, but somehow, I felt&nbsp; heartened.&nbsp; Handing me a small business card, Erickson proceeds to pack my wet clothes.&nbsp; Staring at the card, I see the phrase "_ANIMAL REGRESSION CLINIC/CARE"_.&nbsp; Mouthing the words, I turn to Erickson.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Mrs. Erickson--?"&nbsp; She waves a hand.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Please, call me Sara; everyone does."&nbsp; I blink.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Umm... _Sara_, what's this mean?"&nbsp; I point out the earlier phrase to her.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Oh, nothing really, dear.&nbsp; I care for individuals just like you... only as animals."&nbsp; _I understood exactly what she meant.&nbsp; What "Sara" was referring to was commonly known as "furrry fandom"... or so I thought._

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "C-could I maybe -- ?"&nbsp; Sara smiles.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "Of course.&nbsp; As long as you agree to two terms:&nbsp; 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_....&nbsp; It's simply to ensure clients' safety."&nbsp; I nod; given the explaination as well as my own current state, it made perfect sense.

&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; "... And the other?" I ask.&nbsp; Sara had me sit on the cot.

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