Each guard took one of them by the hand and dragged them, still sobbing out to a next room. It looked like a barber shop, there each were given a new haircut, making them look even more childish than they already were. Next they gave them baths, sponge baths all around.
"Ok listen punks, you shall start here. Put this on." said the warden as he handed a pair of briefs to each of them, gladly they put them on, even if they were cartoon prison themed. "That, and that alone is your uniform, if you don't like it, you are free to take it off and be little jaybirds. However, if you break the rules, we will take them off and put you in nappies!"
With that little introduction he directed them outside, to the "playground", were a bunch of other kids, in briefs or nothing were chatting or playing. "Recess will be over in 15 minutes" said a voice on the intercom.
Samuel separated from the group to a corner, muttering obscenities all the way. "Hello, tenderfoot." said a young black boy, like Samuel, only having briefs, but torn so it hanged like a loincloth. "Not feeling like punching the biggest man to exert your authority?"
"What the fuck is your problem?" barked Samuel back.
"Wohoo, watch that mouth Sammy." said the boy.
"Mind your own business... how do you know my name?" asked Samuel.
"Your tattoo, they made you small, but those things are though to get rid off, mind you they will." explained the boy, Samuel had forgotten about his tattoo, since it was on the back of his left shoulder blade, it was the mark of the Royal Paynes. "You probably can't tell, but we fought once, I was with the Lincoln Tears."
"And then the police came. So what, you come for revenge."
"Dude, you really haven't have a fight in this bodies yet right? Let's just say you no longer pack a punch, and you are most likely to cry if I hit you."
"You are calling me a pussy?"
"Chill man, in case you haven't noticed, you are a little over your head here."
"Fine I'm listening."
"Good, I'm telling you this because I recognize you, and I know you are good on your word, for good or ill, so I hope you can scratch my back later."
"Fine, fine... what the fuck is going on?"
"Well as far as we have gathered, Red Rock is a government experimental facility. We are de-aged with the hopes they can curve our rather illicit tendencies. And they are good. The oldest one here has no more than 6 months, and you don't want to get close to them. Also I go easy on the swearing. When they turned us into this, we were also hit in the head, you don't feel nothing at first, but you get to have irrational fears, temper tantrums, or bedwetting and if they catch you breaking the rules, and swearing is one such, you might end up a little to well adjusted."
"They can make me think I'm a toddler?"
"Or younger, and that means a one way ticket to diaperville. But it's worse with the girls."
"Girls? they are here?"
"You don't know well..."
"Recess is now over." said the intercom.
"You'll find out soon."