Changes

I looked up at the house with fear in my eyes.  My new home for the next two years.  The officer shoved me up to the door and rang the doorbell, until a tall round-faced woman answered the door with a bright smile. "Oh!  And you must be Mark!  Of course, that name won't do, not in this house.  Thank you so much officer for dropping him off.  I'll see to it that he follows all the rules of his 'alternative treatment'." She pulled me inside and I stood nervously inside the doorway.  The house was sort of nice... maybe living here wouldn't be so bad.

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"You're in quite a lot of trouble, young lass," 

Randomly dropping words like that was a part of the early phases of treatment, ensuring an air of confusion and disorientation was seeded right from the start. 

"You come here and you haven't even had the courtesy to change into your uniform in advance?"

~~~

"The officer--" 

"You will not speak unless you are given permission," 

She said sharply, and delivered a firm smack to the side of my thigh.  I winced and recoiled from the attack, backing myself into the wall. 

"Do you understand?" 

She said again.  I nodded my head.  Then, before I could do anything else, she grabbed me by the ear and dragged me into the next room, where my 'treatment' was laid out for me on the floor.  I knew what was coming, but it was another thing to see it.  Not one, but two diapers waiting for me.  My eyes filled with tears. 

"Please, Ma'am, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to steal that car.  I was just having fun!  Please, can we talk about this..."

~~~

"We cannot talk about it, as you are not permitted to talk."

Three more swats followed, and it was very easy from there on in to push the young man down onto the bed and begin the process of getting him properly attired. Two diapers, a pretty skirt, and a new name - that was the start of how all this was going to work, and if he struggled and squirmed more, it would only be the worse for him.

~~~

I didn't want this!  I wasn't a baby!  But the more she manhandled me, the more I felt like one.  I wasn't very strong.  I wasn't very big.  But as she taped me in two very large white diapers, I had never felt smaller.  She stood me up on my feet and I couldn't even close my legs.  Then she pulled a skirt up my over the diaper and zipped it closed.  Except... well, the stupid thing was so short, it didn't cover the diaper at all.  Without thinking, I spoke: 

"I'm not a girl!  I'm not a baby!  I don't want this--"

~~~

"You're spending the entire first week here, pacified and mittened, as a result of your behavior. I gave you a very simple instruction, young lady: don't speak unless spoken to. And you broke our one most important rule, over and over." 

My voice was firm, stern, and impossible to ignore. 

"Now if you keep it up, you'll start getting spankings, but I imagine with what the other inmates will do to a new piece of fresh meat who can't speak or defend herself, you'll soon fall in line."

~~~

I looked up at the woman in fear and gently nodded my head.  If I said another word, she could send me to prison instead.  If I did even one thing out of line, she could send me away.  For the next year, I'd just have to be her little baby girl, no matter what...