Twelve year old Josh had heard of Madame Illusia from one of his friends at school and learned of her powers. She'd helped his best friend transition from a very unhappy boy who was a failing fifteen year old 8th grader into a thriving young lady, aged ten, who was thriving in 5th grade. He was wondering if Madame could help him as well. And so, when Madame Illusia called for volunteers, he quickly threw up his hands in the air and shouted, "Pick me! Pick me!". And sure enough, Madame Illusia noticed him and invited him on stage. The boy quickly left his seat and parents behind to gleefully bounce up on stage as she studied his appearance. The boy wore a worn out and badly torn white T-shirt that was badly stained. His blue jean shorts were clearly too small for him and had had a life of being a pair of pants before the legs were cut off just above the knee and shoddily sewn to look like shorts. There was a small hole forming in the crotch of his shorts and she could see a peak of his underwear, but she did her best not to bring attention to it. The back part of the soles of the poor boy's shoes were flopping as he ran up onto the stage. They seemed to be hand-me-downs since they were dirty pink girl's shoes. Madame knew that the boy wasn't getting enough to eat based on the look of his skinny frame. Finally, the dead give away that this boy needed help was the black and blue bruises that ran up and down his arms and legs and the visible stitches beneath the boy's right eye that had looked like an amateur's handiwork rather than a professional doctor. Madame knew that the boy was very lucky that the wound had not become infected yet. The saddest and most disgusting thing to happen all week was about to happen. Madame Illusia's heart melted when he handed over two crumpled five dollar bills saying, "My name is Josh Stein. I'm being abused at home and bullied at school. Can you help me? Please???" Moving from Asia to rural Eastern Kentucky had its benefits when it came to finding people to transform, but Eastern Kentucky was rife with drug addiction, child abuse, family feuds, poverty, and hostility towards the LGBT community. Very quickly, Madame Illusia froze his parents to their seats so they couldn't move and magicked away their voice boxes leaving them mute. She'd deal with these.....monsters later. "Yes, my poor child. I'll help you and fulfill your wishes.", said Madame Illusia. "I want to do something crazy, can you really help me? You helped my best friend become the girl she always wanted.....I want something, too!", said Josh. Madame just stayed quiet and shook her head yes to get him to continue. He continued, "I want to go to a secret government facility where they experiment on me and other twelve year old boys and girls to try to encourage us to mentally regress to a younger age without using hypnosis or magic. We will also physically age normally and never physically regress. However, mental conditioning, repetition, and rewarding will be allowed. We will also be required to participate in speech therapy, physical therapy, and occupational therapy so that we can have the body coordination, speech, and fine and gross motor muscle control of our target age. If our target age is old enough to go to nursery school, early child development school, pre-k, kindergarten, special ed, or elementary school up to the fourth grade, then we should be attending those classes. We should also be separated by our targeted gender identity and targeted mental age so that we never mix and never see the other classes. Furthermore, we should never be exposed to anything that isn't age appropriate or gender appropriate to our targeted age and targeted gender. I want a mental health agency to come to this tent, make me and my parents sign waivers that permanently makes me a ward of this facility, permanently strips my parents of their parental rights over me, and permanently waives my rights to independence and adulthood in the eyes of the government. I will live out the rest of my days at this facility being a guinea pig for their experiment....to be studied and documented. I will never leave the compound or be able to see what's beyond the tall stone perimeter wall that surrounds it. However, they will try to condition me to be happy as my target age and gender. I will rarely be punished for my bad behavior provided that it is age appropriate and doesn't cause injury to myself or another person. Madame, I want to be surprised. I don't care what my target age or if my target gender is a boy or a girl. I don't care if I'm in special education or not. I only ask that you make no one, including me, older than ten years of age or in a higher grade than fourth grade. Madame Illusia, I want you to decide my target age and target gender. I'll wait patiently until people from the institution come here to pick me up. After all of the waivers are signed. I want to be asked to strip out of all my clothing until I'm completely naked and watch them be thrown into the garbage. Then the mental health professionals will give me my new school uniform that will have a number and either the letter "Y" or "M" stitched on a patch that will indicate my target age in either months or years. Depending on my target age, I will either dress in my new clothes or if my target age is too low to dress myself, the mental health professionals will either help me put on my clothes or simply dress me in my clothes. Once I'm dressed, I want to be escorted out of the tent to a car that may or may not have a child safety seat in the back depending if my target age needs it or not. Once I'm in the car and buckled, the car door will lock on the inside and the window won't roll down. I'll then be driven to my new home. Can you do this for me please?", Josh begged with tears streaming from his eyes.