A half hour after the nurses left, the harsh female voice returned. It bellowed, “YOU ARE A BABY. YOU WILL BEHAVE LIKE A BABY.” It continued, “BABIES WET THEIR DIAPERS. WHEN YOU ARE WET, YOU WILL CRY. WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY, YOU WILL CRY.”

The voice continued speaking. For hours the voice lingered on. Marie could slowly feel herself swaying to the suggestions.

, “YOU ARE A BABY. YOU WILL BEHAVE LIKE A BABY. BABIES WET THEIR DIAPERS. WHEN YOU ARE WET, YOU WILL CRY. WHEN YOU ARE HUNGRY, YOU WILL CRY.” the voice commanded. This statement was repeated for the next hour.

The following hour another statement kept repeating: “YOU WANT TO BE A BABY AGAIN. YOU WANT SOMEONE TO BABY YOU AGAIN. YOU WANT TO WEAR DIAPERS AGAIN. YOU NEED TO WEAR DIAPERS AGAIN. YOU DO NOT WANT TO BE POTTY TRAINED ANYMORE.” The voice became very soft and cooed very gently. “YOU WANT TO SUCK YOUR THUMB AGAIN. YOU WANT TO BE FED BABY FOODS AGAIN. YOU WANT TO DRINK BABY FORMULA AGAIN. YOU WANT TO DRINK FROM A BABY BOTTLE AGAIN. YOU FEEL SAFE IN YOUR PLAYPEN OR A GROWN-UPS ARMS. YOU WANT TO BE A BABY AGAIN, HAVE SOMEONE FEED YOU, DRESS YOU, TO TAKE CARE OF YOU LIKE A BABY. YOU ARE A BABY AGAIN.”

By the end of the fourth hour of this training, the mirror panel opened and in walked Karen. She found Marie curled up in a fetal position, sucking her thumb, crying.

Walking over to her, Karen knelt and held out her arms. Looking up through tear filled eyes, Marie lunged for Karen, hugging her, sobbing.

Marie cried to her, “Me no wanta be baby. Me grown-up!”

Karen smiled. Marie was regressing nicely. Marie was in a fetal position and sucking her thumb when she came in. Feeling her diaper, Karen found that she had wet herself. As a matter of fact, she was soaked. And now, Marie had regressed her speaking to baby-talk.

Stroking Marie’s hair, Karen cooed, “Baby has enough baby learning for today. Baby tired,” Taking a pacifier out of her pocket and inserting it into Marie’s mouth, she continued, “Nursie take baby and clean her ups and then fed baby. Now come along.”

Karen walked through the mirror panel door with Marie crawling behind. Marie learned that to walk she would be punished. She had to crawl, which she did. Marie crawled behind Karen on a soft carpet. The walls were painted a light beige. They entered a room that had about ten adult size baby changing tables. Lifting Marie under her arms, Karen laid her down on one of the patted pads on the table. Looking around the room, Marie noticed that Nursery Rhyme figures adorn the room. Above her was Little Bo Peep and her Sheep. The room was painted a light pink, very restful.

Very gently, Karen removed the damp plastic pants and then unpinned the diapers. Lifting Marie’s bottom up, Karen pulled the wet diaper away and deposited it into the diaper pail next to the changing table. Turning Marie over onto her stomach, Karen decided to take her temperature. Taking a thermonitor, she inserted it into Marie – rectally! Marie let out a little yipe and a cry. Then it was over. Opening the table’s cabinet doors, Karen removed diapers, plastic pants, powder, lotion, and diaperine.

Being a very good pediatrician nurse, Karen had the diapering procedure down pat. Taking the diaperine, she rubbed it all over Marie’s bottom and turning her over, rubbed it all over her hairless pubic area. She did the same with the baby lotion. Finally she sprinkled the powder all over Marie, making her smell baby sweet.

Lifting Marie’s bottom off the mat, she slid three thick diapers under her. Spreading her legs apart, Karen pulled the cloth up and using large baby safety pins, secured the ends together, snuggly. Shaking the plastic pants, Karen pulled them up Marie’s legs and covered the bulky diapers. The diapers were so thick between her legs, Marie was unable to close them. After fixing the bow in Marie’s ponytail and giving her a pacifier, Karen helped her off of the changing table.

Once more following Karen, Marie was led into the dining room. It was like going into a very nice restaurant. All of the tables were round with white linen tablecloths and in the center flowers. But Marie noticed something else at every table There were setting for eight people, and every other chair was a high chair.

Karen took her charge over to one of the table and sat her in a high chair. The seat was wide enough for an adult to sit in. She was secured in it when karen attached the feeding try in place. There were two other “babies” already there in their high chair. Both were dressed in diapers and plastic pants, topless and a large plastic bib tied around their necks. One of the baby-women had her blonde hair tied up in loose pigtails while the other had her hair pulled up in the center and tied with a bow. She had the Pebbles Flintstone look.

Marie was surprise to find the baby-woman with the bow was someone she knew. Her name was Suzanne Humpheries. Doctor Suzanne Humpheries. Dr. Humpheries and she worked at the same hospital for a few years before Marie transferred to another one. Now Suzanne was on the other side of the table, being spoon-fed baby-food.

The other woman, who Marie found out that her name was Sharon Fiestra and who’s nurse called her Baby Shari, was taller than her nurse. She too sat there as her nurse spoon-fed her baby food.

“How can these grown women just sit there so docile?” thought Marie.

A waitress came over and placed a bowl of pabulum on Marie’s tray. Karen picked up a tiny spoon and began feeding her. Marie tried to avoid being fed, only to have the sticky substance messing her face.

Marie cried out, “No-no, me do dis. Me fed me.”

Karen ignored Marie’s cries and continued feeding her. She was able to get about half the pabulum into Marie’s mouth and the other half around her mouth. As the baby-women were being fed, another nurse came with her charge, Robin Miller. Robin was seated between Marie and Suzanne.

While the baby-women were being fed, Sharon’s bottom lip began to quiver and she burst into tears.

“What’s da matter, Baby Shari?” as her nurse. “Did baby go pee-pee in her didees?”

Sharon only began to cry louder at this statement. The nurse felt her diapers and said that she was indeed wet, very wet. She removed the feeding tray and led Sharon over to the changing table in the other room. They retuned about five minutes later with Sharon waddling behind her nurse.

Suzanne also started crying, her nurse allowed her to feed herself. But soon, Suzanne realized that she was just like a baby. She had made a mess of trying to feed herself. Pabulum was all over her face and bib. Her nurse took the baby spoon and started feeding Suzanne once more.

Marie could not believe that a grown woman like Suzanne was unable to feed herself. Was she this way too?

The nurses were able to fed their charges and themselves, finishing at the same time. During dinner, the nurses spoke to each other and baby-talked to their charges. Robin’s nurse said, “Ladies, after dinner, do you want to take the babies to the playroom?”

Karen replied, “No I don’t think so. Baby Marie had a very busy day. I want to give her her bath and get her ready for bed.”

Marie shook her head, crying, “No, no. Me take bathy. Me no need help. Me am big girl.”

The nurses smiled at Marie’s regressed baby-talk.