Damon rested in his crib, but didn't sleep. He was thinking about what it would be like tomorrow at nursery school. He hoped he would be okay because he knew as soon as he saw the building, his big boy thoughts were going to go away leaving him with a toddler's brain. His thoughts were interrupted when he saw an apparition forming in the room. It eventually materialized into Madame Illusia, which made him jump a little in fear. Madame liked her mischief and now she was going to finish off her prey......all three of them. "How are you liking your training pants, Damon?", Madame asked quietly while inwardly giggling at seeing him in his crib wearing nothing but girl's night time training pants. She was definitely going to incorporate the fact that he willfully chose girl's training pants and a girl's potty and had been put in them. "You know, when you go to nursery school tomorrow, the nurses are going to sit you on the potty every thirty minutes. Won't that be fun? I gave you what you want! However, I do have another option for you if you find that you don't like your training pants after all.", said Madame. With that, memories of Monica popped into his head followed by a cloud forming showing Monica sleeping in her crib. Her twitching body didn't wake her up, but she had clearly soiled her diaper and it was leaking on her crib mattress. The cloud then went away. At that time mommy came into the room looking real angry while her little boy, Ryan followed her, but stayed behind her. She froze Ryan and mommy so they wouldn't move, but removed the spell over them that so that they could see the 30 year old pervert sitting in the crib. Madame then turned to Damon and said," She's the one who regressed your girlfriend!" Now Damon was angry, he had trusted mommy. Madame then froze Damon. She felt the tension in the room and read everyone's thoughts including Ryan's. Her plan was complete. First she turned to Damon and watched as his training pants turned back into a bunny diaper like he was wearing before diaper. Damon looked on horrified, but didn't say anything. She then turned her attention to Ryan. His posture slouched a bit as a dull expression formed in his eyes. She then turned toward mommy and spoke. "You! Ryan is a happy four year old with the mind of an 18 month old. You want to enroll him in the program to get him help. You already want to enroll Damon into the program, so there's no problems there. However, you'll also want to enroll in the program. It's a wonderful opportunity to be of value to your nation and help it gain necessary knowledge. She then set the mind clouding spell up again. Damon forgot he knew Monica. At "home", Damon would retain his mind, but had no recollection of potty training what-so-ever. He lost the experience of going to the store, picking out his potty, and then sitting on it. The potty disappeared as his training pants turned into one open package of girl's print night diapers, On boy's print of daytime diapers, and one girl's print of daytime diapers. As soon as he saw the school, he would physically turn into a seven year old girl with the mind of a two year old not ready to be potty trained. Mommy's mind clouded over as well only seeing Damon as a two year old unpotty trained little girl and her son as a special needs four year old with the mind of an 18 month old. She turned to Ryan one last time as she watched Ryan's bed wetting pants turn to a dinosaur print diaper with tabs and wetness indicator. Ryan's bed turned into a crib. Madame departed. Mommy wanted to know why her little girl screamed. Dana replied, "Scary, mommy, scary!" Mommy kissed her little girl on the top of her head and helped her get settled down back in her crib. Once the little girl calmed and fell to sleep, She picked up Ryan, exited the room and left the door ajar so no more monsters would disrupt her girl's sleep. She then settled Ryan back into his crib and went to bed for the night. Tomorrow was a big day. She was enrolling everyone including herself into the experimental program at her workplace. It was for the best. She wondered if she'd recognize Monica or her kids after the experiment started or if they all would be separated. It didn't matter. She wanted to help her baby girl and her disabled son. If finding a cure for her mentally disabled son meant being mentally regressed herself, it was worth it. Also, anything for science!