This choice: You rush out of the place • Go Back...Chapter #7You rush out of the place by: milida   You shake your head and turn deciding to leave as much space between that weirdness and yourself as possible. As you move into a main gallery a woman seeing your look and where your coming from stops you and complains "Disgusting what they do isn't it and to think their are many unfortunates who have no choice but to wear diapers"
You nod your head not actually having even thought of that possibility "Institutions full of such people I suppose"
The women is immaculately dressed and oozes wealth. She nods and spits out "Yes sir and I am on the board that is responsible for running such an Institution, my hospital is a refuge for many women who have no choice but to wear diapers. No one shows any interest in such unfortunates yet this evil of making imitations of them for men's sexual pleasure is bizarrely popular"
Her fire makes you a tad uneasy, and you ponder a polite way of extricating yourself from the conversation she then throws you a curve ball "Your John LeMure, a wealthy man by all accounts, you should be showing largesse and donating to charities like mine"
Her comments make you squirm as you have certainly not been overly generous during your time online your obsessions had been living the good life and accumulating game points. Before you can defend yourself she adds "Today we are having an open day why don't you come and see the reality rather than some twisted fantasy?"
You want to come up with some excuse but no compelling one comes to mind "Um yes sure lady lead on"
Before you know it your in a rather luxurious carriage on your way to her hospital. A few minutes later you reach a massive stone building with a high fence. It is clearly an Institution and a rather secure one at that. The compound gates are large and made of iron, strong enough to withstand a normal siege. The carriage pulls up in front of what is obviously the admission building. After a lightening from the carriage she takes you towards the admission building and explains "As you can see the compound is nice and secure, we have several different wings catering for different conditions, some physical other more mental in nature.The east wing contains special patient rooms and treatment facilities, that I want to show you first. Alas many of the poor women are very ill, dealing with severe emotional problems or drug and alcohol issues. Those women are the most normal looking however. In that wing we have a special treatment program and philosophy that I won't have disturbed by anyone..."
You cut in and ask politely "Which is lady?"
She smiled clearly loving her topic and went into a long spiel "Although most women here are destitute, that wing is different. In their we actually cater to an exclusive cliental. Women from families of prominent social standing, including the Royal household in fact. The Patients admitted here are done so as an alternative to jail or to avoid further shame for their families. As their behaviour is usually the root cause of their problems we focus on trying to change that. We begin by taking away privileges, including some that most people take for granted. In that way, the patient is made very dependent. To regain independence, the patient learns that a change in behaviour is required. All the while, standard therapy takes place as well. The two treatment methods dovetail nicely. Amongst those women who manage to leave, our relapse rate is extremely low. Such former patients return to their families and the outside world with a fresh understanding, and most go on to make meaningful contributions to society as good wife's and homemakers..."
You suspected she was not telling you something important so arch an eyebrow and ask "What do you mean lady by "taking away privileges""
The lady ignored the implied insinuation and said, "There are several. One of the most effective is the reduction of the patient to a child like or infantile condition.All adult status is taken away for a period of time...of course, reduction to an infantile state requires certain measures be taken-- for instance, the necessity that the patient wear incontinence garments." .
You gave her a stunned look. With dawning horror you said, "You mean you make them wear diapers??!!! "but that's crazy!! and how is that any better than the slavers you so condemned earlier?"
"Not as crazy as you might think, sir, we do have many success" the lady responded with obvious indignation.
"You know, I don't mind telling you lady that when I entered those gates this place gave me the creeps and now I know why" you spat back.
She didn't seem at all offended and instead gave you a very disturbing look as if she was appraising you in some way "You'd be surprised at what kind of effect a disposable diaper and plastic pants can have on behaviour and attitude..." in spite being a giant of a man you involuntarily took a step backwards and placed one hand on your ass, as if to reassure yourself that you were still in adult clothes.
"Now Mr LeMure my staff at this very moment are preparing your tour papers. Shall we go to receiving whilst they do that?" You nodded, suppressing a brief shudder and guessing it was far to late to back out now.
The lady then became overly familiar with you and took you by the arm and led you through a secure steel door. Once through, the door ominously swung shut and locked. You however found yourself in a comfortable reception area with several storage lockers and various articles of high quality lounge furniture.
"I'm afraid you'll have to check your weapons in" the lady said with a sardonic smile. Your immediate impulse was to say no. A man never surrender his weapons. However, this was meant to be a hospital of sorts and you could see the reason for it so reluctantly agreed and handed over your two swords and set of daggers.
Naturally you felt almost naked without your weapons. At that point, a door to the side opened and a trim uniformed nurse came in with a small tray of refreshments and several papers.
"I took the liberty of arranging some light refreshments for you Mr LeMure" said your guide in a light hearted voice "the tour will take about an hour and a half and there won't be a chance once we get started.. security precautions you know...no food on the wards- the patients eat at the central dining facilities" Being a little thirsty you reluctantly took the offered Apple tea and quickly drank it whilst the lady fussed over the paperwork.
"Everything seems to be in order sir", she said brightly "Will you be a dear and sign the release papers here?" You briefly looked at the papers and took the pen that was offered to you. The paperwork was copious so there were several spots where you had to scribble your name. It was all in that horrid legalese so in the end you signed away and hardly glanced at what they said. You were becoming anxious to begin the tour and get this over and done with. You also harboured a desire to see for yourself firsthand what sort of treatment the patients endured. The lady then took all the signed papers and gave them to the waiting nurse, who departed the same way she had come.
"Oh! I almost forgot "the lady said as she lightly slapped her forehead "Silly of me to forget really as all visitors have to do it, but sir you'll have to take your shoes and socks off. It is hospital policy alas---we do it because the facility is ultra clean and who knows what those boots of yours have stepped in. On the ward only the staff wear footwear--specially treated, of course" With great reticence you removed your shoes and socks and saw the stored near your weapons.
Barefoot you followed the lady into the secured facility of the east wing. As you entered, several of the female patients, under the care of rather large orderlies, regarded you with evident curiosity. They probably hadn't seen a man for some time.
When you were out of earshot, you said to the lady "Most of them were really in diapers!!!"
She laughed "Of course sir, wasn't that what I told you?"
As you continued down the corridor of the wing you passed another room, and you saw that it looked like a large nursery. It was un-occupied at the moment. Suddenly, you started to feel lightheaded. To your consternation, the room began to spin and your bladder suddenly felt very full.
"Is there anything wrong Mr LeMure?," the lady asked evincing concern. You shook your head trying to clear it. The dizziness abated somewhat but your bladder felt increasingly full.
The women then added "Alas, it's a common reaction to coming on the ward. Most people find their first visit to such a ward disturbing. Additionally, the ultra clean status requires the use of certain chemicals and disinfectants-- quite harmless but the smell takes some getting used to...."
You then cut her off and urgently asked "Please, I must use the restroom, I....."
To your great shame you found yourself dancing around with your hands at your crotch like some 5 year old. The lady gave you a sympathetic look "Sir you really should have gone before coming in here, I mean this is an all female facility and we just don't have any toilets for men"
Desperately you ask "Can I use the ladies room then instead?"
She rubbed her chin and frowned "Now sir that would be most improper for me to let a man go into such a place, but I suppose we could let you use those toilets if you agreed to wear a female skin before entering the room"
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