Personnel Identity Registration Inquiry- Information Request
Note: The application for information concerning the requested personnel has been granted.
Note: The following information request has been authored by Eva Moreno, Vice-Principal & Dean of students and staff, with permission from Miss Panda, Principal & Headmaster.

Employee Information:

Name: Michelle Gardner

Alias: Miss Chelsea Panda

Personnel Registration Number(UN#): 0011

Designation: Class A

Age: 27, Sex: F, Hair: Orange, Eyes: Blue, Skin: Fair, Uniform: Blue

Employer: Miss Panda (Property of)

Occupation: Cook, Caregiver

Employment Description:
Underhuman #0011, Chelsea Gardner- henceforth referred to as Chelsea- is one of the six registered babysitters/caregivers at Dreams Come True, as well as the facility’s designated cook.
In addition to the normal requirements expected from being one of the facility’s six babysitters, Chelsea is in charge of taking care of dietary requirements of the students/charges.
She is expected to keep the kitchen adequately stocked with the supplies necessary to feed the students, as well as planning and cooking meals for each student daily.

Charge Information:

Name: Maisie Thompson

Personnel Registration Number(UN#): ABC05

Age: 22, Sex: M, Hair: Blonde, Eyes: Brown, Skin: Black

Color: Pink, Animal: Koala, Food: Grilled Cheese, Fear: Blood

Charge Description:
Chelsea’s charge is Maisie Thompson, M, age 22- henceforth referred to as Maisie.
Despite sex classification, Maisie identifies as female, and shall be treated and referred to as such.
Maisie has no known dietary restrictions or requirements.
Maisie’s known medical requirements and diagnoses include no diagnoses. Daily prescriptions include prescribed hormone therapy treatments, given to her twice daily, as such, Maisie has been assigned to Chelsea, who has been deemed the most willing and able to assist with delivering Maisie’s required medications through food, as well as nurturing her through her transition.

Staff notes on Maisie:

“Maisie is a cute little doll, and she bruises really nice. I think she thinks I’m out to kill her though, which kind of spoils the mood sometimes. Don’t see lots of girls like her, she’s pretty exotic, so it’s disappointing that she’s so easily scared. But I’ve been beating mantras into her head and I think she’s getting better about things.” -Chelsea Panda, caregiver.

“Maisie, right? You’re cute, don’t sell yourself short doll~ … You’ll fit in perfectly around here, just try not to get another black eye before classes start~” -Candy Panda, administrator.

“In accordance with her examination by the administrator, my determination is to pair her with Miss Chelsea, etcetera, etcetera. We considered putting her in the care of Miss Alex, but another charge needed her more than Maisie does, instead we’re leaving the responsibility of getting Maisie her medications and delivering them to her in the hands of Miss Chelsea, who I feel is the best choice of caregiver to pair her with.” -Eva Moreno, dean.

Administrator notes on Chelsea:

“Chelsea has a vital role to play in all of this, who else is able to feed twelve girls day after day after day? Nobody, that’s who. She’s strong, independent, and more than capable of getting the job done.” -Miss Panda, owner.

“I haven’t much to say about Chelsea that I haven’t already said, she’s a tough butch lesbian mama, she’s fantastic. That’s all that really needs to be said about her, just don’t let her break the poor girl.” -Candy Panda, administrator.

“I am entrusting Chelsea with the care of Maisie Thompson, if there’s any girl in the bunch who needs Chelsea’s harsh touch, it’s probably her. We considered putting her in charge of little Luna Hawkins, because of Luna’s deadly allergies, but eventually decided against it in favor of entrusting her to our resident nurse. Chelsea is more than capable of remembering the eating habits of girl’s who aren’t hers, she’ll do great with Maisie.” -Eva Moreno, dean.

What follows, as requested, is the surveillance information for UN ABC05 and UN 0011 .
Staff Observation V: Subjects- Maisie Thompson and Chelsea Gardner

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“You just had grilled cheese for lunch, don’tcha remember?”

“Yeah… Of course I remember… I’m not a baby…”

Every little one eventually insists that they’re not a baby, straight to their caregiver’s face, let’s just put that out there right now.

“Excuse you?” Chelsea chuckled, cracking her knuckles on one hand. “What was that?”

“I…” Maisie swallowed nervously. “Nothin…”

“That’s what I thought~”

Maisie spent more time in the kitchen than any other little, but that was because her caregiver was the one who cooked for the numerous students, it didn’t mean that Maisie got any special treatment when it came to food… except when it came to her caregiver making her favorite food for lunch, just for her. It really just meant that the girl didn’t get any extra helpings of food over what she was entitled to.

Though, entitled to might not be the right word for that… these girls weren’t entitled to anything at all~

Chelsea seemed remarkably committed to her craft, she liked to cook, and not because she liked to eat. She might have been a bigger woman, but she didn’t really eat any more than her sisters did, she was just predisposed to being more susceptible to weight gain.

Yet Chelsea didn’t seem to have any qualms about her size, at least not anymore, she had grown out of that.

“You’ll get what I feed ya, baby.” Chelsea was busy cooking tonight’s dinner, not just for the pair, but for the rest of the girls as well. “You’re my belle, sugar~”

Maisie actually blushed at that, still strapped shut in her high chair in the kitchen, it was surprising that Chelsea’s words were the thing that was getting her all flustered. “If I’m your belle, then why…”

Maisie blushed, and you could see her blush. Her skin tone may not be a canvas, you weren’t going to see her sunburn easily, but only a fool would miss the injuries that painted her face. She was a trans woman of color, but she bruised just the same as any other girl.

She had a bruise on her neck and chin, a red sore on her right cheek, a cut on her bottom lip, and a black eye that had only just finished swelling up on the left side of her face. You could only miss them if you were ignorant. They were not blemishes that could just be painted over and concealed by a fresh coat of makeup, they were there and they were real.

“Why do you keep hitting me?” They were bruises given to her by her caregiver. “If you don’t hate me, then why do you keep hurting me?”

“Because I’m a bad cop, that’s what I do.” Chelsea had turned her back on the girl at this point, returning to cooking dinner. “At least, that’s what I try to do… but it’s not working, huh?”

Maisie bit her already bruised and sore lip and shook her head. “I don’t like it…”

“I know you don’t like it, just like you hate being called a tomboy… but you’ll get used to it. It’s how Molly and Jenna and Candy do things.”

“But do they hit as hard as you do, Miss Chelsea?” The high chair keeping the girl locked in place felt like it was suffocating her, she was stuck, chained into place and unable to get away. “Because you hit really hard, and I have no way to defend myself…”

“You’re not supposed to be able to defend yourself kiddo, you’re a baby, remember?”

“Do you like hitting defenseless babies, Miss Chelsea?”

“When they’re mine and I think they deserve it, sure?”

“Even if it kills them?”

“Obviously I’m not going to hit an actual baby, Maisie dear… you’re a special kind of baby-”

“What, like a slave?” Maisie curled her fingers into fists, hiding away her chipped painted nails. “What would you call me then, a baby slave?”

“Come on now, little flower.” Chelsea stepped out of the kitchen, finished dinner in hand as she approached the girl. “If you’re gentle and need be to be more careful with your delicate little petals, I can be gentler…”

Chelsea sighed, sitting down in the seat next to Maisie, a bowl of mac and cheese with chopped chicken sitting on the tray beside her. “This is our second day together, kiddo… don’t jump to conclusions just yet, we’re still figuring things out, that’s all~”

Maisie squeaked and flinched as she saw movement out of the corner of her eye, bracing herself to get smacked upside the head by her babysitter’s hand once again, but that didn’t really happen. She waited a few moments before opening her eyes, but nothing happened, when she did turn back to look at her caregiver with open eyes all she saw was Chelsea holding out a spoonful of mac & cheese towards her mouth.

“Open wide, baby belle~”

Maisie just stared at it for a moment before doing as she was told, if only out of fear, letting Chelsea gently feed her, placing the spoon in her mouth and letting her eat at her own pace.

“Good girl.”

“Why…” Maisie whined, still clutching her hands into fists. “Why aren’t you hitting me?”

“Because you liked it when I was a good cop earlier, didn’t you?” Chelsea smiled, holding up another spoonful of food for her. “I think that probably works better anyways, huh?”

“I’m not soft, I don’t need to be treated gently, I just want to be treated fairly.” Maisie just stared at the spoon, her eyes still full of repressed anger. “I’m sick of getting mistreated by people that are pretending to protect me when they’re really out to hurt me.”

“I’m not out to hurt you. I’m out to teach and train you, I want you to behave for me.” Chelsea just held the spoon there, continuing to let her eat at her own pace. “You’re not here because of the way you look.”

“And neither are Lulu and Vivien, huh?”

“We’re testing the facility on a diverse group of girls, it’s an experiment to see how well our system of caring for and raising girls can be applied to girls with different needs.”

“What does that mean?”

“Girls with medical conditions like anxiety or depression, ADHD or ASD. White girls, black girls, brown girls, girls of mixed ethnicity. Girls with dietary restrictions like lactose intolerance, allergies, eating disorders, or even just food preferences. Girls with pre-existing conditions that keep them from being able to control their bladders… and yes, trans girls… we want to be able to take care of them all just the same… so that’s why you’re here, to help us test on a small but diverse group of women with needs just as unique as they are.”

“I…” Maisie blushed, relenting and taking the spoonful of macaroni into her mouth while she thought through what she wanted to say next.

“And I’m not just some abusive southern hick who wants to hurt you, I’m a former Master’s student in biology at Florida State University… and I am a test subject, just the same as you are.”

“A test subject?” Maisie chewed and swallowed her food, opening her mouth to signal her readiness for another one. “How are you a test subject?”

“That’s not really something that little girls like you need to know, kiddo.” Chelsea responded by holding up another spoonful of macaroni. “It’s a secret for another day~”

“I am not a little girl…”

“Do you want to be one, though?” Chelsea chuckled, continuing to feed the overeager girl. “You’ve never tried being a little girl, have you?”

“N-no, but-”

“Then how about you try being a good little girl, and I’ll try being a nice cop for once, deal?”

“What do you mean by a deal?”

“I mean you start being a good kiddo and behaving, and I won’t have to hit you to bring you back in line, you be good for me, and I’ll be good for you, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Then it’s settled!!” Chelsea continued feeding the girl, scooping macaroni into her waiting mouth. “You just do as you’re told and behave, and you won’t be getting any more bruises. I’m sure you’ll be a very pretty girl once they’ve all healed~”

“You… you think so?”

“Of course I do, sugar!!” Chelsea giggled. “Though, if ya ask me, I think you’re a pretty girl no matter what~”

“You mean that?”

“Of course I mean that, which reminds me-” Chelsea set the bowl of food on the girl’s tray for her to continue feeding the rest to herself. “I better go get you your hormone pills, huh?”

“Hormone pills?!” Maisie almost choked on her food as soon as she put it into her mouth. “What kind of hormone pills?!”

“The one’s Alex sent for ya, obviously. Estrogens and androgen blockers.”

“But I’m not-” Maisie blushed and looked away, shyly scooping mac & cheese into her mouth. “I’m not on any hormone pills.”

“Well ya are now.” Chelsea chuckled, returning with the pill bottles. “Mama made that decision for you already, girly’s going on HRT~”

“But-” Maisie struggled to keep her voice from cracking, having put a lot of work into training her voice. “But you didn’t even ask.”

“I don’t need to, I’m in charge. You get what I give you.”

“But-”

“No buts. Take your pills.”

“I… yes, Miss Chelsea…”

Maisie finished her dinner, taking her pills with food and being put on a baby harness by her caregiver before being released from her high chair and brought back to the midnight paradise that was her nursery.

“Do ya like the light show, honey?”

Maisie’s nursery was equipped with a neat little device that flashed cute little designs in all sorts of colors over the walls and ceiling of her room while the lights were off, a cute little lightshow for an even cuter and littler girl.

“Mhmm… Mmph!!” Maisie mumbled through her pacifier, watching her caregiver unclip and remove the harness before shoving her further into her room, squeaking as she tumbled to the floor beside her changing table.

Before she could stumble to her feet, Chelsea was picking her up and slamming her back down on top of the changing table, a lot more forcefully than she would have liked.

“What the hell, Chelsea!!” Maisie spat the pacifier out of her mouth, but it didn’t go very far thanks to being clipped to her cute little sweater.

Her caregiver simply grabbed the little blue pacifier and shoved it back into the cute little thing’s mouth, hushing her before she could say another word. “Silence, baby butt. Mama has a diaper to change, and she doesn’t need you making a fuss about it.”

“But I’m still clean!!!” Maisie blushed, mumbling the words through her pacifier before going straight back to suckling on it.

“You just suck on that and leave Miss Chelsea to it, or else you’ll be getting one of what Vivi got earlier~”

“A- a spanking?”

“You don’t want that, do you?”

Maisie shook her head in protest, suckling on the little pacifier as soon as her caregiver’s hand came off of it, laying there on top of the changing table as her caregiver decided to have some fun with her.

“Looks like someone’s got a little bit more than just anger pent up inside of her, huh?” Chelsea undid the tapes and removed the girls diaper, which wasn’t quite as dry as Maisie had insisted it had been, but Chelsea didn’t mind. “You’re lucky piss is hot or I wouldn’t be putting my mouth anywhere near you right now~”

“Hmmmmph???” Maisie squeaked, clinging to her sweater as she realized where it was that her babysitter was planning on putting her mouth. On her cute little girlcock. “Mmmmm…”

Chelsea grinned evilly before taking the entire length of the girl’s penis into her mouth, having no qualms with the package normally hidden between the baby’s little shaved legs.

Maisie just had to hope she wasn’t going to bite it off entirely.

“Mark my words, I am going to make you into the cutest girliest little thing, baby belle~” Chelsea very briefly removed herself to speak to the girl, letting her whine and soak in anticipation before she started to suck the girl’s pitiful little member.

Maisie may not have been delicate, but the pretty little flower she kept tucked away between her legs certainly was. She sucked on her pacifier like her caregiver was sucking on her cock, having no doubt in her mind that the other woman was in charge here.

Maisie was an unfortunate soul who had been on her own homemade hormone therapy for years now, and it was shocking to know that she was soon going to have the real thing, something her lack of insurance growing up wouldn’t ever have allowed her to afford. It just sucked that it came at the cost of freedom.

It didn’t take very long before Maisie came into her caregiver’s mouth, helpless to stop herself from pumping cum into Chelsea’s mouth.

And she was equally as helpless to stop her caregiver from spitting the mouthful of sperm and semen back into the girl’s pretty little face, and Chelsea went through the effort of grabbing Maisie’s pacifier by the ring and pulling it from her mouth before spitting on the girl’s face, making sure that Maisie’s mouth was open enough to get a mouthful of it.

Chelsea didn’t even have to tell her to swallow her own cum which she had pumped into her caregiver’s mouth before having it spat back into her own, she just did it on her own. Chelsea grabbed her by the tongue, examining her mouth to make sure she had swallowed it like a good girl. “What do we say, baby?”

“Thank you.” Maisie blushed, swallowing nervously to make sure she had gotten it all. “We say thank you when we’re mistreated, Miss Chelsea.”

“And when your caregiver locks your little princess parts away in chastity?”

“We say thank you to that, too.”

“Good girl, and don’t forget that.” Chelsea already had such chastity picked out for the girl, sliding the metal cage over her flaccid cock and locking the device onto her to keep her under control. “And if I told you to swallow the key?”

Maisie looked up at the key in Chelsea’s hand as her caregiver dangled it in front of her face. “I would swallow it and say thank you.”

Chelsea waited for the girl to open her mouth, gently placing the very tiny key onto the girl’s tongue, grinning evilly. “Then swallow.”

Maisie closed her mouth and swallowed the key, opening wide so that her caregiver could examine her to make sure she had actually done it, which she had. “Thank you and thank you.”

“Good girl~” Chelsea reached up and gently ran her fingers through Maisie’s dyed blonde hair, humming proudly to herself. “That key belongs to you, the other key belongs to me~”

“Yes, Miss… thank you…”

Chelsea quickly got her little thing back in diapers, before knocking her onto the floor so that she could start sucking on her babysitter’s cunt. Chelsea had a rocking chair to sit in and a sex slave at her feet to treat and mistreat at her own whim.

“On the floor then, kneel at my feet.”

“Yes, Miss Chelsea…”

“You only hate being hit because you’re ashamed of how much you like it, call girl.” Chelsea smirked, licking her lips hungrily as Maisie licked the lips between her caregiver’s legs. “We’ve done our research, we know what our little one’s like, there’s nothing you can hide from me, hooker.”

“I’m not a hooker!!”

“No, you were just a street whore trying to put yourself through community college without getting busted, weren’t you?”

“I…” Maisie didn’t even answer that. She just put her mouth to her butch mommy’s bush again.

“You’ll get all the education you need starting tomorrow, now work for it.”

Maisie mumbled quietly, sucking on Chelsea’s cunt to the best of her abilities, which was extremely well. She knew what she was doing. “I- I was an honor’s student, for the record-”

“And now you’re Mama’s little cunt cleaner, eat your dessert~”

“Y-yes, Mama. Thank you.” Maisie whined under her breath, mumbling the mantra that her new caregiver had spent the whole weekend beating into her head. “We say thank you when we’re mistreated…”

Chelsea gently stopped the girl before she continued, looking her in the eyes. “You say thank you when you follow, or else you can’t follow.”

“Yes, Ma’am… thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Chelsea leaned back into the seat, letting her girl get back to work. “Swallow and follow, Maisie.”

“Yes, Miss Chelsea… thank you.” She took a deep breath before getting back to it. “Swallow and follow…”

Chelsea sat back and let the little sex worker strut her stuff, bringing her caregiver to an orgasm with just her mouth, neither of them needing to lift a finger- and it seemed like the cutie enjoyed her dessert after all, sucking down and swallowing some of Chelsea’s post-orgasmic vaginal fluid just for the sake of swallowing something.

“Atta girl.” Chelsea smiled, examining her mouth one last time before taking the girl’s pacifier and briefly putting it up her own cunt before stuffing it back into Maisie’s mouth. “Spit that out and you’ll have another black eye coming.”

Maisie simply blushed and nodded, holding her arms out and flinching just slightly as Chelsea picked her up off of the ground and delivered her to her crib for the night, quite disappointed that it was somehow already time for bed.

“You’ve had your dinner, you’ve had your dessert, you’ve had your pills and your diaper change, it’s time for bed.” She dropped her into the crib, slamming it shut once she was in there and watching her squirm furiously. “Hold that thought, I just had a cool idea~”

The collar that Chelsea retrieved for the girl looked like an iron shackle, especially once it was clasped around and locked onto Maisie’s neck, marking her as Chelsea’s property. “That’s more like it~”

Maisie whimpered but didn’t say anything, not being allowed to by her caregiver, which Chelsea thought was more than reasonable. All Maisie could do was mumble the word goodnight through her pacifier as she watched Chelsea turn off the light and lock her into bed for the night.

“Goodnight, sugar. Be a good girl and sleep for me, I’ll come get you in the morning for breakfast~”

There was no need to say goodnight like they were saying goodbye, Maisie was going to be here the next morning, and she was going to need her mama bear to help guide her. She was going to be here the next day, and the next, and the next after that, for the foreseeable future, and saying goodnight was going to get old quickly.

Besides, Chelsea didn’t like saying goodbyes, it would just make her miss the girl even more than she already did.