Regression Therapy

Chapter Description: Emily is, once again, getting settled into her semi-regressed kind of life when, once again, she is shocked by a change to the routine that leaves her feeling very anxious.

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For the next week Emily’s life continued as normal. The discussions about “growing up” dwindled away and Emily was left feeling like they had never happened in the first place. She was soon back into her settled routine of playing and having diapers changed. It was comfortable and easy. Occasionally Emily was invited into the bedroom to take part in the other women’s sexual escapades but she was rarely allowed to receive pleasure herself, that was still kept back for when she had specifically been good.

However, even though no one was talking about it, Emily couldn’t erase the questions about her status from her mind completely. She still wondered what things would be like long term. Would she be kept like this? Did she want that?

Whenever Emily was alone those questions would pop into her head. But when she was being cuddled by Catherine, fed by Amelia or with them in any way the doubts faded away. Amelia seemed very happy with the dynamic, which made Emily happy, Cathine on the hand seemed to always be a little uneasy.

The routine was broken one day when Catherine walked into the living room dressed up and seemingly ready to go out. Emily didn’t take much attention to unimportant things like the days of the week but she assumed it must’ve been a weekend since neither Catherine nor Amelia were working. Catherine looked very concerned, for a therapist she wasn’t doing a good job hiding her emotions on this occasion.

“Come on, Emily.” Catherine said as she unhooked the latch of the playpen’s gate.

“Huh?” Emily grunted.

“We have to get you ready.” Catherine said, “We’re heading out.”

“Out?” Emily repeated with wide eyes, “As in… outside?”

Catherine nodded. Emily felt a surge of anxiety. It had been a while since she had left the house to go any further than the garden. She slowly got up to her feet and nervously shuffled forwards until she was in the hallway. She looked down towards the kitchen to see Amelia sitting at the table looking through her handbag. She looked back at Catherine who seemed a little nervous herself.

“Where are we going?” Emily asked.

“Amelia wants it to be a surprise.” Catherine replied, “Come on, I’ve got to get you ready.”

Emily followed Catherine up to her bedroom. She nervously fiddled with her fingers as Catherine went through the closet and unhooked a large frilly pink dress. In terms of outfits that Emily owned it was probably one of the better ones to go out in, that wasn’t saying much though, it just meant it looked more like a young girl’s dress than a baby one.

A few minutes later Emily was walking back downstairs. Her thick diaper, slightly damp under the sheer pink of the dress was pretty well hidden, at least it was if she was standing up straight. She sat on the bottom step as Amelia knelt down to help Emily with her shoes.

“Where are we going?” Emily asked. Catherine had been unable to provide an answer but Amelia definitely could if she wanted to.

“I don’t want to spoil the surprise.” Amelia replied.

“I don’t like surprises…” Emily muttered grouchily, “W-Will other people be there?”

Amelia’s silence in response told Emily everything she needed to hear. A shiver went down her spine. She couldn’t be taken out and shown to people whilst looking like this. The new reality for Emily had been normalised at home but Amelia had to know that it was still very weird for literally almost anyone else.

“I can’t be seen like this!” Emily said desperately.

“Careful, baby.” Amelia replied as she stood up, “You’re getting awfully close to being bad…”

Emily shivered. She didn’t know what was worse. Being bad and getting punished or going outside whilst dressed like a four-year-old. A fresh warmth enveloped her caged private parts. She supposed that if she put her foot down and had a tantrum she would get punished and then taken outside anyway. It didn’t feel like there was a way to get out of this situation with what remained of her dignity.

“All ready?” Amelia was looking down the hall and when Emily turned her head she saw Catherine walking towards them.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Catherine asked.

“We can’t keep Emily cooped up like a prisoner forever.” Amelia replied.

Emily wanted to answer that she would gladly stay locked up in private if it meant avoiding being embarrassed in public. Amelia and Catherine both picked up bags, Emily noticed the therapist’s one contained changing supplies, and then the front door was opened. She swallowed hard as she got to her feet. She had long pink socks, almost as frilly as her dress, that reached knees that were knocking against each other in her anxiety.

Amelia left first, so confident the others would follow that she didn’t look back, Catherine held the door open and looked back at Emily with something akin to sympathy on her face. Emily stood up and walked slowly forwards.

“Hold on.” Catherine said just before Emily reached the door.

A tissue was produced from Catherine’s pocket and she used it to wipe away some saliva clinging to Emily’s face. Emily wasn’t sure why the therapist bothered; within seconds she had more drool leaking from her mouth. She had no idea why she dribbled so much these days but it seemed like a very small problem compared to everything else. Emily stepped outside and almost immediately wanted to run back in to hide. Catherine closed the door behind her and steered Emily towards the car. Each step caused Emily’s baby pants to crinkle loudly, she hoped her paranoid mind was exaggerating the noise but she feared the worst.

Emily was taken to the rear passenger side but when the door was opened, she stumbled backwards in surprise. There was a new addition to the car that, thanks to staying in the house so much recently, she hadn’t seen before.

A grey car seat was fastened to the seat. Scaled up for an adult, it had a raised cushion bottom and high plastic back. Even from outside the car Emily could see the web of straps that would no doubt be used to hold her in place. She couldn’t believe it. Where had it come from? Who made such things? Why did Amelia buy it?

“Climb on in.” Amelia said with a pat to Emily’s rear end, “I’ve got to try and figure out the straps.”

Emily had a million questions but struggled to focus on any of them. She stepped forwards, still keenly glad to get out of the public spotlight, and sat in the special seat. Thanks to its shape she felt herself slip slightly until her diapered crotch was a little ahead of her, she became aware that her feet only brushed the floor of the car like this as well, leaving them mostly dangling.

“I found it online.” Amelia said in answer to one of Emily’s silent questions, “I just thought it would be perfect for you.”

“W-Why!?” Emily exclaimed, “I’m not a… Well, I can sit on the back seat normally!”

“It’s for safety.” Amelia said as she reached over Emily and pulled the straps across her front, “If we’re in a crash or something you’ll be nice and safe right there.”

Emily felt quite sure that a regular seatbelt would also be very safe. She looked out to Catherine who was watching on with thin lips and an inscrutable expression on her face. When she saw Emily looking, she quickly looked away and after a moment of fiddling with her bag climbed into the front passenger seat. Amelia locked all the straps together and then tightened them until Emily was pinned to the seat.

“How does that feel?” Amelia asked.

“A bit… tight.” Emily replied. She tried to lean forwards only to find the seatbelts had next to no give.

“Perfect.” Amelia stood back and smiled widely, “It’s only a short trip.”

Amelia closed the door and then went around to the driver’s seat. She stepped into the car and they were soon on their way. Emily ‘s hands danced across her chest looking for a pacifier that was usually clipped to her clothes but finding nothing. It was probably a good thing she didn’t have one of the soothers. The seat raised her up and made her very visible in the windows and she soon found that whenever they pulled up at an intersection or red-light people would stare at her strange outfit.

Emily grew increasingly nervous as the car rolled into town. There were a lot of people around and she had nowhere to hide. In the front of the car there wasn’t a lot of talking going on, the atmosphere in general felt a bit tense.

A few minutes later Amelia was pulling into a small parking lot behind a café. As Amelia and Catherine got out of the car Emily felt her diaper growing wetter again. It seemed the less attention she had been paying to her bladder the more her accidents were becoming smaller and more numerous. She was let out of the car and looked around worriedly as soon as she had regained her feet, it looked like the only people around were little girls with their parents.

“Come on.” Amelia said as she took Emily’s hand.

Emily waddled nervously behind Amelia, trying to use her wife as a shield to remain hidden from the view of everyone else. She could already see other people looking at her strangely. Was it the dress? The way she was acting? Could they tell she was in a diaper? Emily looked down as she was taken around the front of the store and then through the door.

It quickly became apparent what was going on and Emily was mortified. A sign by the door was welcoming girls to a Princess Tea Party that day and when Emily looked up, she saw a dozen or so young girls in their finest princess dresses gathering around a long table. Her mouth dropped open. She started to immediately pull towards the door.

“Are you crazy!?” Emily muttered to the two women, “We have to leave!”

“We’ve only just got here.” Amelia replied. Her frown made it clear she somehow didn’t expect this reaction.

“Maybe Emily is right…” Catherine said as she looked around.

“Nonsense.” Amelia shook her head, “This Princess Tea Party was advertised as for all ages.”

“But these are all little girls!” Emily said as she looked over Amelia’s shoulder. She could see precisely one girl who might possibly be a teenager who seemed to be accompanying a little sister.

“And?” Amelia replied as if she didn’t see the problem.

“And I’m too big!” Emily exclaimed in hushed tones, “I’m too old for this!”

“I know you’re nervous but I promise it will be fine.” Amelia said warmly, “Trust me. You’ll have a great time.”

Emily wasn’t sure even her trust for her wife could overcome how anxious she was about this. When she didn’t say anything for a few seconds Amelia smiled and squeezed her hand. Emily was slowly led to the Princess Tea Party which seemed to be hosted by a “professional” Princess who was taking a register as people arrived. When she saw Emily, she did a quick double-take but her professionalism quickly took over.

“And who do we have here?” The Princess asked.

Emily wanted to hide behind Amelia. She looked at her Mommy but the smiling woman was just nodding encouragingly at her. Emily swallowed hard and suddenly realised just how dry her mouth was. She wished she had some of Mommy’s milk with her.

“E-Emily…” Emily croaked out quietly. She couldn’t believe this was happening. As a child she had always been jealous of the little girls in her class who got to go to princess themed birthday parties, this would’ve been a dream come true for little Emily, for big Emily it felt like the worst humiliation she had yet suffered.

“Emily, that’s a pretty name for a princess. My name is Princess Jasmine. Will you be joining us today?” Jasmine asked with a picture-perfect smile.

Emily looked around at Amelia who was smiling widely. She wondered if the smile was because she knew Emily had always wanted to go to a princess party or because she was enjoying seeing Emily humiliated. She looked back at the host and nodded her head slowly.

“Wonderful, please, come and sit down.” Jasmine said as she indicated the table behind her, “Does Princess Emily have any food allergies or anything we should know about?”

Emily was about to answer in the negative when Amelia beat her to the punch. She realised that the question hadn’t been addressed to her at all, Jasmine had been looking at Amelia and Catherine when she asked it. Emily was quickly turning pinker than her dress as Amelia let her hand go.

“We’ll be over here having coffee.” Amelia said, “Have fun!”

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