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Part 6 –  One Year Later

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It’s been about a year now since everything went down. The time it took for me to get the virus and regress fully mentally down to the point of infancy was shockingly fast and since then life has been pretty much routine for me.

It wasn’t easy to get used to, I’ll tell you that, but after one really comes to terms with the fact that this is their life now it’s hard not to get used to it. Sure I still remember my old life. I remember my old job and my old friends and things like going on dates, and dancing, and even having sex; but that’s just not who I am anymore. If I thought about that and about everything the virus stole from me, I would actually go insane trapped inside of my mind. The mind of a grown woman with the mental capacity of a toddler. The only way I could really learn to cope was by learning to deal with the bad things (Like the smell of a messy diaper when I’m left in one too long.) while enjoying the nice parts. (Like quality time with my family members which I rarely had anymore during my old life.)

Overall it was just a process of accepting the fact that I was no longer the woman I once was, and truly am just an infant now, no matter what my body may look like. My Mom has done more research about the virus more than anyone in the family, and she’s about the only one who’s read the theory that a victims mentalities remain trapped inside the body, which I obviously know to be true.

Because of this she occasionally will talk to me like an adult, and sometimes even reads me stories or lets me watch movies for adults. But I know it’s even hard for her sometimes when on the outside my body responds to those things by drooling on myself, giggling, and filling my diapers with a massive load. Good lord, how embarrassing... Remember when I used to wear lacy red thongs...? Oh those were the days.

Even though my family was still fairly distraught of what happened to the only daughter, life eventually had to move on for everyone, not just me. A few months after my process was complete my Dad thought we could all use something fun and relaxing to do, so we ended up going on vacation with Disney World being one of our main stops.

It was a fun time, more fun than I’ve had in a long time actually even just with all the visuals, but it was definitely different than the last time I’d gone there. First I spent 90% of the day in a special adult sized stroller my parents had bought for me a while back, appropriately Disney Princess themed. Then, while my body was physically tall enough to go on the bigger rides, the workers understandably wouldn’t let me go on them just like they wouldn’t for any Regression Virus victims. My parents had to switch who would keep an eye on me while the other went on the rides.

Besides that, the day was a blast, but I’d never thought I’d personally need to see the inside of a changing station at Disney for myself, nor have to sit on Cinderella’s lap with a messy diaper on.

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One thing besides vacation that gave me comfort was that some of my friends still came to see me. To be fair, most of the times I saw them they were there to babysit me, and some of them even looked guilty they hadn’t come seen me more often, but it was still nice to see them. Just like my Mother they would talk to me about current events. One of them had gone to the Bahamas, another had just gotten engaged. I was happy for them, truly. But it was hard not to feel jealous.

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Then... something strange happened.

I woke up one day in my crib and my diaper wasn’t wet when I felt it. I realized I hadn’t drank that much liquids the night before but it was still very unusual. Then, I tried to send commands to my brain to stand up, and to my complete shocked it kinda worked! My body wiggled a little and tried to stand up! My muscles were too weak to allow me to get up all the way, but even a tiny simple command was more than I had been able to accomplish in a year!

Over the next couple of weeks I did little experiments to see how much I could control my body, and while it still wasn’t a lot, it was a little more control than I’d had before. I wondered if I kept working at it, if I could make those feelings stronger...

But then... despite everything I’d lost... I thought about the things I would lose. Like having my loved ones take care of me, and all of the personal time I got with all of them.

As I raised my hand up and purposely wiggled my fingers of my accord it was exhilarating to have that option possibly available to me, but as I relaxed and settled back down into my crib, I sighed, sucked my paci, and let my pee go into my diaper I realized I wanted more time with this to myself for now. And for however long I chose, it would be my little secret...
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This story was written by Zander Chesney

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