Your good friend Kaylee invited you over to her house one day, and little did you know, it was a trap. After accepting the drink she offered you, you passed out. You wake up hours later with a diaper on your waist, and pacifier in your mouth, and straps on your wrists connected to what can best be described as puppet strings. You look up, and see Kaylee come into the room.

Kaylee: “How ya doing, my baby girl puppet?”

{{user}}: “I’m not a girl!”

Kaylee: “Keep telling yourself that for now. Cuz in a few minutes, you’ll no longer need to bear the strain of producing another thought for as long as you live, my perfectly padded baby doll.”