“Hello little one!! My name is Molly, and starting today I’m going to be your new caregiver~!!”

Vivien nervously fidgeted in her seat, pulling at the restraints keeping her wrists bound to the arm of her chair, desperate to pull herself away and run.

“Of course, I expect you to call me Miss Molly, okay?” Unlike Vivien, he woman standing in front of her seemed absolutely delighted to be here, taking no issue at all in her position as a part of the demented institution she found herself in. “And what’s your name, sweetie?”

“Vi- Vivien.” She swallowed nervously, terribly unsure of what exactly was happening to her. “I… Why am I here?”

“It’s nice to meet you, Vivi.” The other woman grinned smugly at her, giggling under her breath.

Vivien wasn’t exactly sure if Molly was giggling to be cute, or if she was actually giggling at her. The other woman’s words were reassuring and motherly, but Molly herself looked kind of mean. Her hair was dyed silver and cut into a bob, and she was wearing a strange green lolita dress with a white apron sewn onto the front. “You don’t need to worry about where you are or why you’re here, because Miss Molly is going to take good care of you, okay?”

Vivien however, was not as lucky. The room she found herself in was decorated to look like an oversized nursery, and she herself was seated in an adult sized wooden chair, painted pink to look like the kind of chair appropriate for a child. Unlike Molly, she was completely naked, with her arms and legs bound to the arms and legs of the chair she found herself trapped to, completely unable to move them.

They were both white women, but Vivien’s wavy brown hair was tied into a ponytail behind her head like it always was, rather than dyed and cut into a bob. “I do not want to be here, Molly… I don’t even know where here is, can you please help me out?”

“Day one is always the hardest for our new kiddos, but it’s going to be okay, I promise…” Molly sighed and shook her head, sitting herself in a stool across from Vivien, pulling out a clipboard. “How about we start with a few getting to know each other questions, okay?”

“I- okay…” Vivien’s eyes darted around the room, trying not to look at the other woman for too long.

“My name is Molly, and my favorite color is green~” Molly smiled, clicking the button of her pen before gesturing to the green of her dress, as if she was trying to demonstrate what the color green was to Vivien. “What’s your favorite color, Vivi?”

“Hi, I’m Vivien, and my favorite color is yellow…” Vivien watched Molly scribble that down eagerly.

“Yellow is a cute color isn’t it?” Molly smiled, clicking her pen again. “Now for your age, I’m 21 years old, how about you?”

“I’m 23…”

“That sounds a little bit high to me silly, I’m going to put 3 for now, okay?” Molly smirked evilly, and this time Vivien knew she was the one being giggled at. “Favorite animal?”

“Sheep?”

“Favorite food?”

“Spaghetti, I guess?”

“Shoe size?”

“Ummm… 8?”

“Biggest fear?”

“...Storms?”

“Pronouns?”

“She/Her.”

“And finally-” Molly clicked her pen one last time, looking Vivien directly in the eyes as she smirked. “Diaper size?”

Vivien’s face turned bright red at the thought of it. “I don’t wear diapers…”

“Oh no!! We had better fix that, hadn’t we?” Vivien really did walk right into that one. She blushed, her face glowing with humiliation as Molly opened the restraints keeping her hands and legs bound to her seat. “We’ll find you some diapers that you like, you look like a medium anyways~”

Vivien didn’t want this even in the slightest, but she was not at all a very brave girl. Molly offered to hold her hand and she obliged, slowly being shown to the next room.

“Lay down, Vivi.” Molly led the girl to what was very clearly an adult sized changing table, directing her to climb up on top of it and lay down. Vivien wanted nothing more than to be released, but she was far too scared to do anything other than what she was being told to do. “I can pick something out, or you can tell me which ones you like, does that sound good?”

“O-okay…” Vivien laid down, her face still blushing bright red with embarrassment as Molly began to retrieve something to change her into.

Molly settled on something simple and fitting for a perfect little girl like Vivi, a pink diaper decorated with little flowers for her little flower.

“Wh-where am I?” Vivien choked, barely managing to get her words out of her mouth. “Can I go home soon?”

“This is your home now, sweetie~” Molly snickered at her, setting the padding down on the table next to her as she watched the poor girl’s flustered expression glow even brighter. “You’re going to behave aren’t you?”

Vivien nodded her head, unsure of what exactly behaving meant. “…Behave?”

Molly couldn’t quite believe how easy the new girl was to push around and bend over, but Vivien really wasn’t a very confident or brave woman at all. Sure, she didn’t want to be here, but she also had no idea where she was or how to get out, and just the shock of the whole situation was enough for Vivien to quietly go along with what she was being told. “Bad girls who misbehave get punished, and you don’t want to get punished, do you Vivi?”

“No…” Vivien sat up on the table, watching and waiting for Molly to retrieve a set of clothes for the poor girl. No pants, just a simple yellow tank top for little Vivi. “Why am I here, Molly?”

“Tsk tsk-” Molly shook her head again, wagging a single finger at the other girl as if to taunt her. “What kind of question is that, silly girl?”

“A reasonable one?? An honest one??” At her heart, Vivien was a kind and understanding woman, the type who was too non confrontational to make too many objections. She could sit through a few silly jokes at her own expense, and the disbelief from waking up in such a foreign environment had her shell shocked to the point of letting a strange woman talk to her like she was a child. But the humiliation was getting to be too much for her, and even she wasn’t enough of a pushover to let a complete stranger dress her, let alone put her back in diapers. “All I’m asking for is some transparency.”

“I don’t know what this place is, but maybe there’s been some sort of misunderstanding?” Vivien stuttered, but continued. “I didn’t sign up for this, really… I think maybe you have the wrong girl, or maybe I’ve ended up in the wrong place… really, any explanation is fine, a-and hopefully it’s just a mix-up.”

“There’s been no mix-up, Vivi, don’t you worry~” Molly was either trying to reassure her, or she was trying to make fun of her, but either way it just made Vivien more anxious and confused. “You’re right where you’re supposed to be.”

“You- you really want me? Why me?” Vivien crossed her arms in front of her breasts, trying to cover herself up as the other woman got closer to her. “Where am I?”

“You’re at Dreams Come True, the Five Families’ retroactive childhood reeducation and correctional facility. Long term daycare, nursery, and babysitting center for growing little girls. Or, as you’ll soon come to call it… Miss Panda’s Home for Rebels!!” Molly smiled, gesturing to the preschool themed nursery around them.

“I’m Miss Molly Panda, and I control your life now. My sisters and I are here to claim, tame, train, humiliate, degrade, and debase you. But don’t you worry, Vivien Shaw, we do it all in the name of love, with a gentle touch and a loving smile.” Molly finished her spiel, turning back to her new charge with an eager yet devilish smile on her face. “I’m going to take good care of you from now on~”

Vivi froze, her stomach twisting in place as she slowly realized the true despair and helplessness of her situation, knowing that ending up here was no accident. “This is illegal…”

“This is the start of your new life.” Molly stood at the end of the changing table, towering over Vivien as she picked up the changing supplies. “Which means it’s time for you to lay down and let Miss Molly put you in your place.”

Vivien shook her head in disbelief, watching the other woman pick up the diaper she had set aside for the poor girl. “Molly…”

“That’s Miss Molly to you, rebel panda~” Molly placed one hand on Vivien’s stomach, and gently guided her onto her back on top of the changing table. “Can you say ‘Yes, Miss Molly.’?”

Vivien wanted to run away and hide, but her petrified body wouldn’t let her. “Yes, Miss Molly…”

“That’s it~!!” Molly slid the diaper beneath Vivien’s bottom, and after a little bit of fussing, she taped it snug around the girl’s waist, patting her between her legs as she spoke. “Some cute padding for a cute little girl, but no diaper change is complete without a good pat first~”

Molly held out the plain yellow t-shirt she had picked out, ready to help put it on the poor girl. “Arms up, sweetie. I picked out your favorite color, just for you~”

Vivien’s arms shook in fear as she uncrossed them from her chest, letting Molly slip the shirt on over her head without even putting on a bra first. “I don’t want this…”

“It doesn’t matter what you want, Vivi.” Molly helped the girl sit up, admiring how easy it was to get her assignment properly diapered and dressed. Molly was one of the meaner babysitters, and she was frankly surprised that she hadn’t gotten assigned to one of the more feisty girls. “I know you don’t like this, but you’re a good girl for listening so well~”

Vivien started to tear up. Molly was clearly quite mean, and she terrified the poor girl, but she was even more terrified of what might happen if she didn’t do as she was told. “If I’m in hell… can I at least know why…”

“You’re not in hell, sweetie, you’re at home…” Molly smirked, taking the other woman by the hands. “This is where you belong.”

“Welcome to Dreams Come True… we’re so sorry, but this is not a dream… we promise.”