Trisha opened the door and ushered her two new guests inside. The garage door led to the laundry room and on into the big, modern kitchen. There, they saw Zoey taking a large pizza out of the oven. It looked and smelled amazing to the two refugees. They had been eating poorly prepared, mass-produced camp rations for the last month.

The maid was a small, thin woman, barely as tall as Brent with a dark complexion. She looked to be Asian. Her black hair had flecks of gray pulled up in a bun. Her gray uniform fit snugly to her body. The collar covered the base of her neck and the skirt hung to her knees. The sleeves were slightly above the elbows. Her chest was small but her legs and behind were strong.

“Hello! You must be our new house guests. I'm Zoey, Miss Trisha's maid," said Zoey with a smile.

They greeted Zoey politely but they were eyeing the pizza. Trisha waved her hand for them to have a seat and Zoey set the pizza on the table. Trisha went to the fridge to put sodas on the table. Zoey cut the pizza and put an enormous slice in front of each of them. They dug in.

While they ate the pizza and drank the soda, Trisha went to check on the rooms for them. Zoey followed her into the first room. They set it up for Lana. They crossed the hall to check on the room for Brent. Both appeared to be in order.

Trisha patted Zoey on the shoulder, “Good work. I'm pleased. You deserve a reward. What would you like?”

Zoey looked up at her boss and said, “A release, Mommy. It has been a few weeks since my last one.”

Trisha held Zoey's chin and looked into her eyes, “Baby, we've talked about this. What did we agree upon?”

Zoey's shoulders dropped, “We agreed on no releases that weren't on the calendar.”

Trisha asked, “And when is the next scheduled release?”

“A week from Saturday, Mommy,” said a disappointed Zoey.

Trisha smiled, “That's right. Now, we have guests. Is there anything I can do now?”

Zoey leaned over, her hands against the wall, “Might you check my diaper and change me if necessary?”

Trisha smiled and lifted the back of her maid's dress to reveal a thickly padded bottom. The maid’s bottom was encased in a pair of secured panties, locked at the rear waist to prevent tampering. Trisha squeezed the girl's rear and shook her head.

“Baby, do you think you are wet enough to need a change?” Trisha questioned.

“No, Mommy, it is not wet enough. Thanks for checking,” said Zoey.

Trisha offered, “How about you can have a slice of pizza instead and a soda instead?”

Back in the kitchen, Brent had eaten his slice and was working on the crust. Lana was slower but enjoying hers no less. Trisha and Zoey returned to the kitchen. Zoey cut another piece for Brent, who eagerly started on it. Then she cut a slice for herself. She offered one to Trisha and Lana as well. Trisha declined but poured Brent another soda. To Brent, this was the best meal he had eaten since leaving home.

Zoey smiled as she ate her pizza. She hadn't had pizza in a while. Trisha rarely allowed her to eat pizza and she only offered it because of her guests this time. Zoey was glad for the opportunity to have some, though she knew she would have to work it off later.

The pizza was gone in no time. Brent ate three slices and Lana two. Zoey cleaned up the kitchen while Trisha showed her guests to their rooms. Trisha looked back at Zoey and reminded her it was time to take her medicine. Zoey acknowledged her and opened the cabinet with bottles of medicine.

Zoey poured six pills from the bottle marked with her name. The bottle label read bulk-forming laxative. The price of indulging in a slice of pizza. It was worth it even if she made a big mess tomorrow morning. She would hardly notice.

Trisha opened the first bedroom door and showed Brent his room while she apologized for the heavy princess décor, “My young nieces were the last to visit me and we decorated it for them. We can change it.”

Brent shrugged his shoulders. It had a laptop for his use and a bathroom. Lana's room set up appeared similar with mermaids and lots of pinks. Trisha promised to take them shopping for clothes later today if they wanted. They both were thankful. Neither had more than a few clothes currently.

“Zoey, we are going shopping. Do you need anything while we are out,” asked Trisha?

The maid looked at her phone, “Yes, Ma'am. We need more milk. I will text you a list.”

While they were out shopping, Zoey had work to do. It was necessary to convert the rooms. It would reveal the deception when they returned. The refugees would serve an important purpose in the house. Zoey didn't want to be alone and Trisha wanted to make her baby happy. These kids had no family, and nobody knew where they were. They were perfect for what Trisha planned.

Zoey entered the first bedroom and attached the rail sides to the bed, converting it into an adult-sized crib. The bedding already had a waterproof sheet under it. She opened the drawers and filled them with girly tops and bottoms, bottoms big enough to cover a well-padded boy or girl in diapers. Each pair of bottoms had a heavy belt and lock like Zoey wore over her diaper.

Then came the diapers. Zoey carried two cases of medium disposable diapers into the room and filled the top drawer with pretty pink overnight diapers. The rest went into the closet. She fixed a set of four padded restraints on the corners of the bed in case the new baby struggled.

Nobody accepted this regression treatment without a little help. It took Zoey herself nearly a month before she broke. How long ago was that? Three years, or was it four? The time since had been the most enjoyable time of her life.

Next, she went to the bathroom. The lid to the toilet was locked down. It would get no use from the room's new occupant. The changing table fit over the toilet and with a drain line into the hole in the toilet lid. This feature made for easy cleanup of a messy baby.

She checked the changing supplies and set on the shelf nearest the changing table. Plenty of diapers, rash cream, baby wipes and other items were fully stocked. It was off to the other bedroom to do likewise.

In the second bedroom, Zoey repeated the process. Both of the guests were going to be regressed and raised as twin baby girls. Pink was the color everywhere one looked. More diapers and more baby girl clothes. The only difference was in Brent's room, there was a drawer for binding cages for his manhood. He wouldn't be using that for anything soon.

Zoey got a text that Trisha was returning and asked if everything was ready. Zoey confirmed she would take Lana to her room and lock her in. Trisha would take Brent and start his transformative regression first. Zoey hated being a part of the deception but it was necessary for Trisha's plan to work.

She finished preparing everything in Brent's room. When she heard the garage door open, she was in the kitchen. She greeted the kids and Trisha with a smile and a glass of lemonade. She nodded to Trisha that all was ready for her guests. The young guests sipped on the lemonade and thanked Zoey.

“Help Lana with her things, please, Zoey,” said Trisha, “I'll help Brent with getting his things to his room.”