Age Regression Academy

Tests

Charlotte's POV

"It's five, Lottie, stand up so I can check your diaper," Xander orders after a few hours. I sigh but stand, letting him pull down my sweatpants and slip a finger in the leak guard. "Dry, good job," he praises, fixing my clothes. "Now go get ready, I'm gonna go upstairs and change," he tells me, standing and walking upstairs. I go over to my suitcase and open it. I pull out a light pink tank top dress, slightly tight at the top and then flowy at the bottom.

I grab my hairbrush and a light pink headband before heading to the bathroom. I quickly brush out my hair, which I straightened early yesterday, luckily.

I make sure my part is even and then slip off my sweatpants, hoodie, and the snap crotch onesie, leaving me in just the diaper. I grab the dress and tug it on, thankfully it's flowy and goes to my knees, ensuring the diaper stays covered.

I fix my hair and slip on the headband, and then step back, looking at myself in the mirror. I look normal, the diaper is hidden, and I'm in my own clothes and don't have a onesie under my outfit. I look normal, I almost feel normal, but the bulkiness between my legs prevents that.

I step out and see Xander waiting. He sees me and smiles, "Okay, Lottie, let's head over to the testing building," he says, grabbing a light pink diaper bag. "Athena just dropped this off for you," he tells me, unzipping it and slipping in three extra diapers, a few types of cream, wipes, and some other things I don't recognize.

He slips in Bunbun and a little blanket lastly, which I don't really understand why he needs to put them in there when we're going to a different area. Still on campus, but whatever, I guess.

He zips up the bag, and then we both slip on our shoes, mine being light pink Crocs and his being some pair of stupidly expensive sneakers.

He guides me across the campus to a small building. We go in, there's a waiting area with a handful of chairs and the front desk, two doors on one wall, three on the opposite wall, and two on the back wall.

He brings me up to the front desk, "Hi, we're here for Charlotte Ross's appointment." Xander tells the woman at the front desk.

She nods, "Got it, well the doctor is already here and since it's the first appointment of the day, he has no patients yet and is willing to see you now if you'd like," she tells us.

Xander nods, "Yes, please," he says, smiling at her.

"Room 3," she tells us, smiling at both of us. Xander shows me to room 3. "I'll wait outside in the waiting room, okay, Lottie? Good luck," he says, squeezing my shoulder as he walks off. I open the door and step in, closing it behind me.

The room is huge, on one side is an examination table, a change table, and a sink, on the other, there are two chairs at a desk facing each other, and then there's a bunch of shelves, some with diapers, some with restraints, and a bunch of other shit. I stand awkwardly, not sure where to sit.

A man walks in, wearing a full suit. "Hello, Charlotte Ross, correct?" he asks. I nod, he smiles, "Perfect, take a seat on the exam table," he orders.

I listen, slipping onto the exam table, "We have to do a checkup before and after each categorization to make sure everything is good and that the categorization doesn't negatively impact your physical health, and then in a few days, there will be a mental health evaluation," he explains, doing all the normal check-uppy things.

"Perfect, everything looks good," he says, smiling at me, "now I'm going to give you this needle, it'll put you in a trance where you can't lie, so I can ask you questions, but you'll snap out of it as soon as the questions are done, okay?" he says, grabbing a giant needle and pressing it into my arm so quickly I can't react.