My name is Billy and I know these are the last adult things I will ever have to say or think. I cannot believe what is happening to me. I must say that I have always had a fantasy about being a female and regressed to a baby. I never thought someone would go to these lengths to force it on me.

It all started a few days ago, right after I had gotten my new job and moved to Colorado. I loved the wide open spaces and no other people around until I sought them out. I got to wear my cute diapers n sissy baby outfits and not worry about anyone seeing me or causing me trouble.

I had gone down to the local bar for a drink. I hadn’t any intention of meeting anyone … I just wanted a drink and this was the closest place.

As I sat, someone came and sat on a barstool behind my table. Her perfume was … captivating to say the least. Soft and delicate, yet so very alluring. I couldn’t resist. I turned to see who this was. She had on tight fitting hip hugger jeans and a soft powder blue halter top. Her hair was tied in 2 pony tails with short blue ribbons. She was an absolute doll.

I turned back and tried my best to ignore her. The harder I tried, the more I realized she was there. I couldn’t believe I was becoming aroused just by sitting close to her.

I felt a soft touch on my shoulder. I was so keyed up because of my arousal, I jumped. I turned and there she was. She was so adorable.

She giggles softly and asks in a very sweet voice, “My name is Lisa. Would you like some company? You seem alone and I could use someone to chat with.”

It was almost too good to be true. I rather quicker than I had intended said, “Yes, have a seat. I would love to have some company. My name is Billy and I’m new here in town.”

She giggles softly and sits in the chair right next to me. I can feel her presence. It is so alluring. My mind suddenly is not working very well.

I offer to buy her a drink. She asks for a fuzzy navel and I get another beer. While we wait for the drinks, I begin to make as much small talk as my befuddled mind can come up with. She doesn’t seem to mind that I am making a complete idiot of myself as I stumble along. Actually, she makes me feel more and more comfortable and I stop fumbling for words.

We chat about most everything I can think of. She’s 24 years old and is one of the Genetic Research Scientists working at GenSci Pharmaceuticals. I am impressed with the things she tells me she is working on.

The drinks arrive. We make a toast together and drink. While we are talking, I start to feel really relaxed and good about myself. I am surprised that 2 beers have me this way.

She starts asking questions about my thoughts on regression and people who go for gender changes. The drinks are starting to make me a little less inhibited than I think I should be while talking on this topic. I answer conservatively at first.

The next round of drinks comes. I have to go to the men’s room. When I get back, we start talking about regression therapy and my thoughts on it. By the time I finish my beer, I realize I need to shut up. I am starting to say things I shouldn’t in public about regression and dressing as a baby. Lisa has listened intently and has encouraged me to tell all. I cannot believe how well she has gotten this much information out of me.

I change the subject skillfully to a new comedy program on the local channel. We chat about this for a few minutes and suddenly I realize I am asking her about being regressed and being a baby. She answers that she feels regression therapy helps anyone deal with stress in day to day life and she would recommend it for anyone who suffers with a wide range of mental disorders.

Again I find she is asking questions and I am answering almost without thinking about it.
I cannot believe how easily this woman is getting me to tell her my most intimate and secret fantasy. I again change the subject. We chat on with seemingly no break.

I am feeling way more inebriated than I want to. I know it is too far to walk home and I am in no condition to drive.

She tells me she’ll be more than happy to take me home. She has to help me out of my chair. I cannot believe 3 beers did this to me. She has my arms draped over her petit frame as she walks me slowly out to her car.

My last memory was being strapped in.