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    =                          The Special School                          =
    =                        Written by Tom of TBDL                        =
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    = WARNING: This story contains descriptions of infantilism and vulgar  =
    = descriptions of diaper changes and other things which may offend     =
    = people. Please do not read if you are easily offended. This story is =
    = entirely fictional, any relation to real life is unintended. None of =
    = the situations mentioned in this story should ever happen in real    =
    = life.                                                                =
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    = ABSTRACT: A new way of curing bedwetting and pants-wetting has been  =
    = found by the scientists at Cambridge University. The method is       =
    = regression. They regress the children back physically to the state   =
    = of babyhood. From this point they have a normal life without the     =
    = wetting. The trial participants may say something different about    =
    = the program though.                                                  =
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    ** AUTHOR NOTE *********************************************************
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    ** This is only my second story that I have written. If you think     **
    ** it's good then feel free to comment. I must say that this story    **
    ** had a lot of inspiration behind it. I hope that you enjoy reading  **
    ** it as much as I did writing it. It is very different to the first  **
    ** story I wrote. But I do think it is better.                        **
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    = 1 =
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    "So, how exactly do you plan to do this?" the news reporter asked at the
    press conference being held.

    "As we have explained many times. We have discovered that when a child who
    wets or excretes waste at incorrect times is regressed physically back to
    the time of their babyhood - the problem can be completely cured if they
    are treated correctly. We have tested this virtually, but we still need
    human participants for the program" the spokesman for the new school said.

    "And, how exactly can you PHYSICALLY, regress a child? That's impossible,
    isn't it?" the news reporter pressed the question that he had been
    pressing almost the entire conference.

    "Well, we don't want to discuss this matter too much. We have developed a
    drug that will regress a child to any age we choose depending on the
    dosage given. It does have a few minor side effects; but nothing in
    comparison to what it helps cure." the spokesman said, a little doubt in
    his voice; but not enough to show fear to the media.

    My mum turned the TV off. "Ricky?" she said with that small frown on her
    face when she's got an idea. I never figured out why she got that frown
    line. It always got there; that's how I knew what she was going to say.
    "Yes mum?" I replied quickly before she got annoyed.

    "How would you like to go into this program?" she asked inquisitively, not
    nastily; but in a sort of, almost jokey way.

    "Yeah, right mum. I might wet myself, but I certainly wouldn't want to do
    that? Why in hell would I want to be a baby again?" I said, a little
    angrily. but still jokily.

    "Watch your language!" she said, "I just thought that it would actually be
    a good idea. It would help you get out of this pattern that you've had all
    your life." At that point I just stomped out of the room, and an up the
    stairs to my room.

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    = 2 =
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    Seeing as this story is going to last quite a while, I expect you'll want
    to know a little about who I am! Well, my name's Ricky and I live in a
    small house in the middle of Sussex, UK. It's a nice quiet village, and
    I've got a few close friends.

    I've got short brown hair, and my favourite colour is blue. Blue is such a
    nice colour. think about it; the sky is blue, the sea is blue and the
    colour that boys are represented by is always blue. Do you see what I
    mean? Blue has to be the best colour.

    I'm a little embarrassed about it. but I wet myself, almost everyday of
    the week. That's why I always get angry when my mum brings it up - even
    though no one else is around it's still horrible to talk about it. A lot
    of the time when I come home from school, my pants are wet; and sometimes
    they're even a little bit dirty. Disgusting, isn't it? I hate it, and I
    think I probably would do anything to get rid of it.

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    = 3 =
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    I lay down on my bed just staring at the ceiling. Wondering what I was
    going to do now. I obviously wasn't going to get any tea tonight, mum
    always never gave me any tea when I went angry. She did it to teach me a
    lesson; but it didn't help. It just made me even more angry at her - so
    really it would have been easier not to.

    Looking around my room, you can pretty easily tell what kind of a person I
    am. I'm one of those introverted people. Not too social, and addicted to
    computers and anything to do with them. My room is littered with computer
    parts and spare cables. You wouldn't want to go in there. The smell is
    awful!

    Wouldn't it be great to just be a little kid again. Little kids get
    everything done for them, they don't have to walk, they don't have to move
    to go to the toilet - people even feed them. It really must be great being
    a little kid. Why didn't I say yes to my mum when she offered me the
    chance to be one again? I would probably love it, not having to do
    anything at all for yourself would be brilliant. I decided that I wanted
    to do this more than anything. So I decided to go downstairs and tell her.

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    = 4 =
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    "Mum?" I said very quietly and timidly. Which is very unlike me when you
    get to know me. "Yes sweetie?" she replied, in her usual cheery manner.

    "I want to do it."

    "Do what sweetheart?"

    "I want to go into that program that was on TV. I want to get rid of this
    wetting. I hate it - I hate coming home everyday with wet pants; I hate
    waking up every morning in a wet bed. I just want to get rid of it
    forever." with that my mum came over and hugged me tightly.

    "Don't worry sweetie. We'll get through this. First thing tomorrow I'll
    sign you up for that program. And we'll see what happens." she kissed me
    and then she told me to go to bed because it would probably be a busy day
    tomorrow with this signing up business.

    I went up the stairs quite quickly, I was very excited that I probably
    wouldn't be wet all the time soon. It was a relief just feeling the
    excitement of it. I took off all my clothes, and got into bed. I pulled
    the duvet over me tightly, and pressed play on my CD player - setting off
    the latest Green Day album.

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    = 5 =
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    I woke up the next morning in another wet bed. Same old habits again I
    suppose! Wouldn't be for much longer though. I got off all my sheets as
    usual, and put them into the washing basket, which had been beside my bed
    for about a year now because of the wettings.

    I went straight to the shower; I always did in the mornings now. The wee
    always stank out the entire house if I didn't. I thoroughly washed myself
    all over, leaving a little - personal - time for my penis, it sort of
    helps after the embarrassment of wetting. I got out of the shower and
    dried myself off quite fast.

    I got dressed and went downstairs to my mum. "Morning Ricky." my mum said
    while yawning. "Morning mum." I replied.

    "When do you want to head off to Cambridge to get you signed up for this
    program?" she asked me.

    "Whenever. Soon-ish I suppose because we want to get there before it's too
    late to sign up. My mum said that we could leave in about a half hour or
    so. Then we would get there by 3PM. Leaving us plenty of time to have a
    bit of shopping after signing me up. She had packed us a few suitcases, as
    she predicted that we might have to stay a few days until we got to find
    out whether I was in the program or not.

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    = 6 =
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    My mum managed to get us out to the car in about an hour. Yep, she's
    always late like that, never on time my mum. She drove quite fast though,
    at times I thought that she was breaking the limit - but I guess she
    wouldn't be stupid enough to do that.

    We arrived in Cambridge city centre at about 2:30PM. We went straight to
    the university. It was gigantic, it was a tall white building with
    structures on all sides. It was amazing - much bigger, and better than I
    had ever hoped it was going to be. The information that my mum had gotten
    on the internet told us that the signup desk was in the new school
    building. On the west side of the university campus.

    We took some time finding it, but finally we found a large outbuilding
    that looked very new, and said "Special School" over the top of it in
    large letters. "Ah, this must be the place." my mum said to me. We pressed
    a button and the automatic doors opened. The room smelled very fresh, and
    a little bit like a doctor's surgery. It was decorated in very childish
    wallpaper. And there were a few parents sitting outside a series of rooms.

    My mother asked the receptionist if she could sign her son up to the
    program, the receptionist said yes straight away. Which my mother and
    myself found very surprising. My mother asked her why it was so certain,
    the receptionist responded by saying that they had not had enough
    entrants, so I would be the last one they accepted. My mother said that
    was ok, and she asked when I would be needed. The receptionist said that
    if I really was going to signup it would have to be today and my mum would
    have to leave.

    My mum talked it over with me quickly and we decided that it was
    definitely for the best for me to stay. She gave me a big hug, and then
    she left.

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    = 7 =
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    The receptionist led me over to one of the rooms at the side, the parents
    had now left the outside of the room, and the receptionist led me into the
    only empty room that was left. When I went in I saw a chair, which looked
    like the ones you see in a dentists surgery. A doctor came in, dressed in
    very smart clothes.

    "Hello Ricky." the doctor said very quickly, as if he was in a rush to get
    away.

    "Hi, Dr." I said wondering what the doctors last name was.

    "Dr. Sheppard." the doctor responded to my question.

    "Hi Dr. Sheppard. So, what happens now?" I asked.

    "Well, all we need you to do is just lie down on this chair and swallow
    one small tablet. Then you will be ready to join the program."

    The doctor then brought over a small tablet, and told me to swallow it, I
    did as I was instructed. Merely seconds later I felt a strange feeling in
    my skin, it felt as if it was becoming looser - like the skin of a very
    old person.

    I felt as though my whole body was shrinking. "Ouch!" I shouted out in my
    pain.

    "Shh. just let the drugs do their work. The doctor said calmly, wiping the
    sweat from my forehead.

    "Ahhhhhhh! It really hurts!" I shouted out, now in agony.

    I could now actually see my body shrinking, once the pain subsided I felt
    very sick. I looked down at myself. I was tiny. I was literally the size
    of a baby.

    "Yes, you can still talk." the doctor said calmly, "You now have the body
    of a baby of 18 months. Your bodily functions are also the same for a
    child of that age."

    The doctor then left the room, and a nurse came in wheeling, what looked
    like a small table. With a mat on the top.

    "Aww. What a cute baby!" the nurse said. Her boobs were gigantic, and they
    were sticking out of her white latex uniform. I felt the need to get an
    erection. But I couldn't. It was very frustrating not getting pleasure
    from this moment.

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    = 8 =
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    The nurse lay me down on the changing table, throwing off my now way
    oversized clothes as she went. I felt very embarrassed, and I felt my face
    burning with the heat. This extremely sexy nurse could see me naked!

    "Aww, look at the cute baby! The nurse said, "Look at his tiny little wee-
    wee. Isn't it cute." she said while toying with my now miniscule penis.

    She got, oh my god! It was a nappy! It was a fucking nappy! Oh shit.
    "Please, no! I don't want to wear a nappy!" I shouted out, almost in fear
    of it.

    "All babies wear nappies," the nurse said. I couldn't do anything. The
    nurse poured lotion over my tiny penis, and rubbed it in. She then lifted
    up my legs, and put lots of powder on me. She then slid a Pampers Newborn
    nappy under me, and taped it up very tightly.

    "There's a good baby." and she put me into a disgusting, and I mean it -
    even though it was blue I didn't want it on me. It had a snap crotch like
    the babies all wear. It had little teddy bears covering it, I felt so
    stupid wearing it.

    The nurse put me over her shoulder and carried me through to the next
    room; which even after all this was a shock!

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    = 9 =
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    The room was an exact copy of a nursery. There was everything that you
    wold normally see in a nursery; a cot, a highchair, a playpen, changing
    table - you name it they had it!