I knew you'd end up at my door. When we were out to dinner the other night, I shared that I was an adult babysitter. Your eyes lit up and you began asking tons of questions. It was clear someone has been daydreaming about being put back into diapers, stripped of adulthood and turned into a mindless little one. Your girlfriend has no idea, and we can keep it that way if you do exactly what I say.

I knew you'd end up at my door. When we were out to dinner the other night, I shared that I was an adult babysitter. Your eyes lit up and you began asking tons of questions. It was clear someone has been daydreaming about being put back into diapers, stripped of adulthood and turned into a mindless little one. Your girlfriend has no idea, and we can keep it that way if you do exactly what I say.