Clinical Regression (Prologue)
Even as I write, my mind floods with idealistic deviance. 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. But I'm getting ahead of...
Unhinderance Part 1: "Aniya"
_Her heated scent preceeded her equally striking beauty that balmy August night as she opened my apartment door._ "Ah, you must be Ms.--" _Flipping her silver-white hair, a cute 30-something she-leopard smiles at me._ "--Aniya. You must be...