Linday's room only contained a metal chair and a screen coming from the ceiling.
"Sit in the chair, Lindsay." A voice came from a speaker in the room, genderless, monotone, and almost cold. Lindsay nodded and sat in the chair, where shackles held her arms and legs in place. "Do not worry, Lindsay, this is just to make sure you do not hurt yourself as you become a tomboy toddler."
The screen suddenly lit up with bright spirals, overwhelming Lindsay to the point that her conscious mind instantly faded away, her body slack and her mouth open, letting drool slowly pour out.
"Can you still hear me, Lindsay?" Lindsay's body slowly nodded. "Good. We'll be adjusting your mind first; we find this useful so that your physical regression goes smoothly.
"A tomboy little like you, Lindsay, is not concerned with girly or frilly things, like the beautiful life you once had. They're boyish, rambunctious, the kind of toddler that will make your mommy chuckle and call you a troublemaker. One of the most important things you like about being a tomboy is...
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