u/AwkwardAccidental

Hi! It's *so* nice to meet you. I'm really looking forward to working with you as you start your journey with ICRT!

By now, obviously, you know that's short for "Inner Child Rejuvenation Therapy." You may have heard a little about it in the media; it's definitely having a bit of a "moment" right now. If what you've heard sounded more scary than exciting, though, don't worry! I'll be here to help you through it the whole way.

ICRT is a complex and intensive form of treatment that combines hypnotherapy and phototherapy alongside cutting-edge psychoactive medication to help "refresh" your mind, bringing you back into connection with your inner child. Essentially, the goal is to put you back into a fresher, more psychically malleable-- "younger," so-to-speak--state of mind. That can be a huge help to working through past trauma or breaking out of unhealthy, ingrained habits. But it can also be super valuable just on its own. I mean, who hasn't wished they could get to see the world through "new" eyes again?

You may be worried about side-effects, and I won't downplay those. They're a big part of why I'm here. You may have some trouble taking care of yourself while you go through your first round of treatment. You'll still be able to think like the adult you are, but you may find your brain and body getting a little...mixed-up. Emotions may feel bigger and more overwhelming. You may have a harder time thinking ahead or remembering how to do certain things, too. Issues with toileting are pretty common, for instance. You're getting back in touch with what it's like to be a kid again, and sometimes kids have accidents. No big deal.

The important thing to know is that these changes are mostly temporary, usually. Most people only have a couple long-term, adverse side-effects, and those are almost all readily manageable. The scary stories you might've heard about ICRT patients coming out of treatment not able to read or to feed or dress themselves anymore are *extreme* outliers.

But you will need looking after for a while, and that's my job. I'll be your 'sitter, responsible for keeping an eye on you while you go through treatment. We'll be together full-time, which I know can be intimidating or embarrassing with a stranger, but I hope we'll end up being good friends.

I know this is an awkward place to start, but before we bring you in to the doctor for your first session, I do have to ask a couple questions.

First off, is the underwear you're wearing today absorbent...?

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((OOC: Long and intentionally open-ended prompt here, but short version: You're a patient undergoing an experimental mental health treatment meant to "psychically rejuvenate" you. I'm the professional caregiver assigned to look after you full-time while you adjust to the...immature side-effects the treatment can induce.

Obviously, there's a lot of room to take that in different directions. Are you, for example, opting into treatment voluntarily, or is it part of some mandated program or involuntary commitment? If it's voluntary, are you someone who's really struggling, or is this more about self-discovery / personal growth / etc.? And, in any case, how do the treatment's effects manifest for you, and how "bad" and long-lasting are your side-effects? How well do you manage to reacclimate to day-to-day adult life?

I'm up to run with a lot of different answers to those questions, so this could be very fluffy and sweet or darker and more intense! My two provisos, though, are that 1) the treatment works largely as advertised (though maybe with more extreme side-effects than you counted on); and 2) my character, at least, is as well-intentioned and caring as they sound. They might embarrass you plenty, taking care of you, but they won't be intentionally cruel or degrading.

Some potential kinks beyond the obvious: Chastity, orgasm control/denial, bondage, medical play, wardrobe/appearance control, IQ loss/dumbification, public exposure/humiliation, spanking, mindfucking, and bad ends.

Hard limits include nonconsensual sex, pregancy, serious physical harm, raceplay, and scat beyond messy diapers.

If you're interested, please message with kinks/limits and at least some initial ideas on what direction you'd like to take things in for your character!))

Have you ever met someone so *perfect* that it sets your teeth on edge?

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That's me. I'm brilliant, essentially a shoe-in for valedictorian of my class at a top-tier university. I'm more outgoing and sociable than that ought to suggest, too, although it helps that I'm also almost effortlessly hot. I'm even--and perhaps most obnoxiously--*nice* about it all, as if I don't really quite notice how consistently I outshine everyone in my orbit.

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You're sick of it. Maybe you're someone who's grown tired of being stuck in my shadow, a sibling or best friend used to always being a distant second in life. Maybe you're a would-be romantic partner tired of feeling like you have no real shot at me. Maybe you consider yourself my rival, academically or socially, and are done with coming up short.

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Maybe you just like taking beautiful things and breaking them.

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Whatever the case, you've resolved to take all of it away. You start with my confidence--and continence. No one's going to look at me quite the same after the first time I soak my panties in public, and nothing undermines independence quite like relying on you to change the adult diapers I'll need soon. How you accomplish that (hypnosis? drugs? outright magic?) we can figure out.

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From there, you have your options open on what to strip from me next. My looks, whether that means giving me an awful make-under or worse? My smarts, so that I go from budding genius to convincing everyone that I'm dumb enough that the diapers are no surprise? Maybe my femininity, so that I go from pretty and refined to a dorky tomboy...or maybe even being made to identify as a boy outright?

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Whatever the case, you won't be satisfied until I'm completely unrecognizable to my old self and the world--a perfectly helpless embarrassment, instead of Miss Perfect.

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((OOC: Looking to play out a long-term, darker, humiliation/transformation-focused scenario here. Not interested in sex being a major factor. Ideally, I'd like to brainstorm specifics and the details of our characters' dynamic to start out.

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Fun kinks to include beyond the obvious are: Chastity/denial, hypnosis, behavioral modification, public humiliation / exposure, dumbification, uglification / dorkification, mild weight gain, medical play, masculinization / genderplay, gaslighting / mindfucking, and bad ends.

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Hard limits include serious physical harm, nonconsensual sex, pregnancy, raceplay, misogyny, scat outside of messy diapers, and illegal sex acts / subjects.))

You don't know what's *wrong* with you lately.

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You had your share of awkward crushes and ill-advised hookups before. That's only natural. This, though, you really can't explain. Lately, you see, you haven't been able to get one of your college classmates out of your head...

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Despite the fact that they waddle around campus each day in almost painfully obvious adult diapers. You don't think they're trying to be indiscreet about them, but clearly either they have no idea how blatant the bulge and rustle from beneath their clothes are, or they need such heavy-duty protection that they don't have a choice.

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That they *do* need them is beyond dispute, too. You've spotted them more than once--after lectures, maybe, or around your dorm--hurrying off with a telltale extra sag or swell beneath their bottoms or an embarrassing smell hanging around them.

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Despite all that, you can't stop thinking about them. You tell yourself you just think they're cute despite their awkward choice of underwear. Maybe you find their vulnerability attractive. Maybe you find the idea of bullying them until they cry kind of hot. Whatever it is, though, you've found yourself touching yourself to the thought of them and their stupid diapers more times than you're comfortable admitting.

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You have got, you decide at last, to do *something.*

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((OOC: Shorter version: Your character is stubbornly, uncomfortably attracted to a dorky, diaper-dependent college classmate, despite not normally having a kink for this at all. This could be a fluffy, romantic scenario or something meaner, depending on how that attraction manifests. Primarily looking to focus on the characters' relationship and kink/humiliation, either way.

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Other fun kinks to play with would include chastity/denial, public exposure, spanking, CG/l dynamics, uglification/dorkification, intelligence play / dumbification, hypnosis, and genderplay.

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Hard limits include serious physical harm, pregnancy, raceplay, and scat outside of messy diapers.

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I default to playing my character as nonbinary, but I'm flexible on their bits and presentation or up to play a guy or girl, instead, if you have a strong preference.))

Growing up, you were always the mature, responsible sibling. It hardly mattered that you were a couple years my junior. You were confident and outgoing, while I was cripplingly shy. You excelled academically, while I struggled or outright got held back. And, while you moved away for college and adult independence at the first opportunity, I was still living with Mom and Dad straight into my twenties.

It didn't help any of those struggles that I was also always, well...accidentprone. A chronic, lifelong bedwetter, and not much better during the day. Mom was still buying me bedwetting panties when you moved out. You'd kind of just assumed it was another thing I'd never grow out of.

So, needless to say, it comes as a surprise when I reach out about moving in with you for my first semester of undergrad. I've been taking community college classes the past couple semesters and really maturing, and I actually managed to secure admission to a proper university near you. Maybe even the same one you're finishing up your degree at. Most perplexing of all, I show up without any sign of my usual "disposable underwear" anywhere in my luggage. I stopped needing them a while back, I assure you.

The whole thing sets your teeth on edge. Maybe you're just *concerned*--you're not convinced this isn't all a fluke, and can't help but think I'm bound to revert to form sooner or later. Or maybe it's a bit colder than that, and you simply don't *like* me acting so grown up all of a sudden. You quite liked being the responsible, mature one to my hapless, dependent dork.

Whatever the case, you're going to make sure I end up right back where I belong--taped into an adult diaper, whimpering while I wait for you to change me. That could be the result of active sabotage on your part, or perhaps living around you really does just make me lapse back into old, bad habits. From there, it's up to you how far you want to push it. Maybe you'd prefer to dumb me down so far that college isn't an option and I'm stuck moving back in with our parents, or even relying on you for fulltime care.

It's your choice, really. You're the responsible one, after all.

((OOC: Long story short, your character is mine's adult sibling and (intentionally or otherwise) bullies them back to diaper dependence. Looking to focus on kink and humiliation over sex.

Beyond the obvious, fun kinks to play with might include: chastity/denial, spanking, CG/l dynamics, public exposure, hypnosis, behavioral training, gaslighting / mindfucking, dumbification / intelligence play, uglification / dorkification, masculinization, and bad ends. Hard limits include nonconsensual sex, serious physical harm, raceplay, pregnancy, scat beyond messy diapers, and illegal sex acts/subjects.

Ideally, I'd like plot things out a bit and discuss character details some in advance. Hope to hear from you!))

Have you ever met someone so *perfect* that it set your teeth on edge?

That's me. I'm brilliant, essentially a shoe-in for valedictorian of my class at a top-tier university. I'm more outgoing and sociable than that ought to suggest, too, although it helps that I'm also almost effortlessly hot. I'm even--and perhaps most obnoxiously--*nice* about it all, as if I don't really quite notice how consistently I outshine everyone in my orbit.

You're sick of it. Maybe you're someone who's grown tired of being stuck in my shadow, a sibling or best friend used to always being a distant second in life. Maybe you're a would-be romantic partner tired of feeling like you have no real shot at me. Maybe you consider yourself my rival, academically or socially, and are done with coming up short.

Maybe you just like taking beautiful things and breaking them.

Whatever the case, you've resolved to take all of it away. You start with my confidence--and continence. No one's going to look at me quite the same after the first time I soak my panties in public, and nothing undermines independence quite like relying on you to change the adult diapers I'll need soon. How you accomplish that (hypnosis? drugs? outright magic?) we can figure out.

From there, you have your options open on what to strip from me next. My looks, whether that means giving me an awful make-under or worse? My smarts, so that I go from budding genius to convincing everyone that I'm dumb enough that the diapers are no surprise? Maybe my femininity, so that I go from pretty and refined to a dorky tomboy...or maybe even being made to identify as a boy outright?

Whatever the case, you won't be satisfied until I'm completely unrecognizable to my old self and the world--a perfectly helpless embarrassment, instead of Miss Perfect.

((OOC: Looking to play out a long-term, darker, humiliation/transformation-focused scenario here. Not interested in sex being a major factor. Ideally, I'd like to brainstorm specifics and the details of our characters' dynamic to start out.

Fun kinks to include beyond the obvious are: Chastity/denial, hypnosis, behavioral modification, public humiliation / exposure, dumbification, uglification / dorkification, mild weight gain, medical play, masculinization / genderplay, gaslighting / mindfucking, and bad ends.

Hard limits include serious physical harm, nonconsensual sex, pregnancy, raceplay, misogyny, scat outside of messy diapers, and illegal sex acts / subjects.))

Growing up, you were always the mature, responsible sibling. It hardly mattered that you were a couple years my junior. You were confident and outgoing, while I was cripplingly shy. You excelled academically, while I struggled or outright got held back. And, while you moved away for college and adult independence at the first opportunity, I was still living with Mom and Dad straight into my twenties.

It didn't help any of those struggles that I was also always, well...accidentprone. A chronic, lifelong bedwetter, and not much better during the day. Mom was still buying me bedwetting panties when you moved out. You'd kind of just assumed it was another thing I'd never grow out of.

So, needless to say, it comes as a surprise when I reach out about moving in with you for my first semester of undergrad. I've been taking community college classes the past couple semesters and really maturing, and I actually managed to secure admission to a proper university near you. Maybe even the same one you're finishing up your degree at. Most perplexing of all, I show up without any sign of my usual "disposable underwear" anywhere in my luggage. I stopped needing them a while back, I assure you.

The whole thing sets your teeth on edge. Maybe you're just *concerned*--you're not convinced this isn't all a fluke, and can't help but think I'm bound to revert to form sooner or later. Or maybe it's a bit colder than that, and you simply don't *like* me acting so grown up all of a sudden. You quite liked being the responsible, mature one to my hapless, dependent dork.

Whatever the case, you're going to make sure I end up right back where I belong--taped into an adult diaper, whimpering while I wait for you to change me. That could be the result of active sabotage on your part, or perhaps living around you really does just make me lapse back into old, bad habits. From there, it's up to you how far you wamt to push it. Maybe you'd prefer to dumb me down so far that college isn't an option and I'm stuck moving back in with our parents, or even relying on you for fulltime care.

It's up to you, really. You're the responsible one, after all.

((OOC: Long story short, your character is mine's adult sibling and (intentionally or otherwise) bullies them back to diaper dependence. Looking to focus on kink and humiliation over sex.

Beyond the obvious, fun kinks to play with might include: chastity/denial, spanking, CG/l dynamics, public exposure, hypnosis, behavioral training, gaslighting / mindfucking, dumbification / intelligence play, uglification / dorkification, masculinization, and bad ends. Hard limits include nonconsensual sex, serious physical harm, raceplay, pregnancy, scat beyond messy diapers, and illegal sex acts/subjects.

Ideally, I'd like plot things out a bit and discuss character details some in advance. Hope to hear from you!))