“Do you want to join us? Silly boy, you’re not big enough ‘down there’ to be our Daddy. Might as well wrap you up in diapers and make you another diapered girly princess. It’s ok, trust us. You’ll just be one of the girls. Pink diapers, tutus, you won’t ever have to worry about feeling masculine ever again! Won’t it be nice? Come on, we’ve got poopy playtime to get to, so get a diaper on and let’s play!”
“Do you have a minute? We need to talk. Your performance lately has been..somewhat lacking. Is everything ok? Stress can be a real detriment to your productivity. You know, I might have a solution.”
“You probably didn’t read the fine print of your contract when we hired you, but the corporate daycare is available to any employee, not just their kids. Of course, nobody takes the Corporation up on this opportunity. But if you needed or wanted to let go of all these adult worries for a little while, well, that can be arranged.”
“Let me be clear. Adults who go into corporate daycare are kept sequestered in their own space, deep within the vast complex that makes up the Corporation. You’d be put in diapers, kept in a crib. Nap time and diaper changes would replace meetings and calendar reminders. You might even be breastfed. So, does that all sound like something you want to try? All right, I had a feeling you might say that. Take my hand and follow me. We’ll get you out of that suit and into a nice fresh diaper right away!”
Diapered Sassy 