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Somewhere deep in the United States, there is a special jail that only takes special kinds of criminals.  They treat these criminals a little differently than other prisons do.  Their methods weren’t clear, however.  All Timothy knew was that criminals went in...and none of them came out.

Timothy was orphaned as a toddler, forced to live on the streets when he was barely old enough to talk in sentences.  As he grew, he developed a life of crime.  He stole, killed several people...but just to obtain the things he needed to survive.  But when he finally was caught for a crime at the age of 26, it was for one that he did not commit.  This time, it was just a matter of Timothy being at the wrong place at the wrong time.  He was framed, whether accidentally or purposefully was not very clear.  But the police had caught and arrested him, and he was sentenced to stay here for one day.  For such a short sentence, he assumed the procedures done here to the criminals must be horrific.  He knew very well that no criminals came back out of this prison.  He knew that they would most likely kill him...he just wasn’t exactly sure how.
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Timothy had been sitting in his cell for about an hour now.  He found the jail surprisingly had no specific uniform.  He was not forced to put on any particular outfit, such as orange get-ups.  He was allowed to keep his old, dirty, light blue hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans.  And as he looked into the other cells from his, he found the other criminals were wearing regular outfits as well.  He sat there, running his hands through his black hair as he tried to think things through.  What was up with this place?  It didn’t work like any jail he had ever heard of.
While he was thinking to himself, one of the guards came to his cell and opened it.
“Okay, kid.  It’s time...”
Timothy stood up and turned his back to the guard, letting the man handcuff him and lead him out.  He didn’t struggle.  He already knew his fate, and with the terrible life he had he was ready to accept it.

He was brought into another room and in line behind three other convicts.  Moments after the guard placed him in line, the first convict was called inside the next room.  The doors opened, and the guard restricting the convict led him in.  The doors closed behind him, and the line moved forward to fill in the gap his absence had made.  Timothy kept his eyes focused on the ground before him, keeping his head lowered until he heard a scream coming from the other side of the door.  It was then that he began to panic.
“What are they going to do to me?” He thought to himself. “I don’t deserve that much of a painful death...do I?”
After a few more moments the next convict was called in.  The guard led him in, there was another scream, then the doors opened another time to call the last convict before him.  Then, after repeating the same steps again...it was finally Timothy’s turn.
The doors swung open, and a guard stepped out and motioned for him to come closer.
“Alright, kid.  You’re next.”
The guard began to force him forward, and it was then that Timothy began to rebel.
“What are you going to do to me!?  I was framed; I don’t deserve this kind of punishment!!”
“Relax kid.” The guard said, trying to restrict him. “Trust me, everything will be better when it’s over.”
“I don’t wanna die!!  No, stop!!  Noooooo!!”
The guard constricting him pushed him through the door, leaving the second guard to control the rebelling convict.  To do so, he threw Timothy to the ground.  At this, the boy realized how futile his attempts were and began to look around the room.  The walls to his right appeared to be very old, covered with rusty metal pipes that appeared at least a hundred years old.  But there was a huge transition when he turned his head to the left.  The room he was in was simply a hallway that surrounded a big, round, white room.  He was able to see the room because the whole left wall of this hallway was nothing but windows, separated every now and then by a vertical black strip that held the windows together.  And then, about in the middle of the hall...one of the windows was a door.
“Am-...am I going in there?”
“Yep.  That’s where the procedure begins.  Come on now; it’s time.”
The guard brought Timothy to his feet, and he began to panic another time.
“But I-!”
“Calm down.  It’s not what you think it is.  Now...”
He brought the convict over to the door, swung it open, and tossed him in as he spoke again.
“GET IN!”
Timothy expected the floor of the white room to be cold and hard when he landed on it.  But it was the exact opposite.  He sat up and placed a hand on the floor.  It was made of some type of squishy material, and it was very warm.  He looked around and discovered that the whole room was made out of it, even the walls and ceiling.
“What is this stuff?”
He took his attention away from the floor as he heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the transparent wall.  The room must have been made to be soundproof, for he could not make out anything that was being said on the other side.  The guard had closed the door behind him and walked over to the module that was back by the first door.  He looked up at Timothy another time, then he lowered his head again and flipped the switch on the module.
It was then that the room seemed to brighten, changing the white walls of the room to a glowing yellow.  Timothy felt strange rays of heat shining on him from every direction, and this made him begin to feel very strange.  He looked up at the ceiling, noticing that...somehow...it was getting further away.
“What!?  What’s happening to me!?!?!”
He began to scream and shout, the same volume he heard the convicts before him do moments ago.  He looked back down at his clothes, seeing that they were gradually becoming large and baggy.
“I-...I don’t believe it.  I-...I’m shrinking!!”
He seemed to shrink faster and faster, and in response his clothes doubled and tripled in size.  His arms retracted further and further into the sleeves of his light blue hoodie, and his shoes slipped off his shrinking feet as they retracted into his jeans.  He continued screaming as his voice progressively became higher, and at this point he was practically swimming in his old clothes.  His head was now the only part of him that was still visible, and as his shrinking began to slow that too retracted into the clothes...and with that he could no longer be seen.

“Wait!”
An older man came storming into the hallway through the first door, looking towards the guard at the module.
“Stop the machine!  I just discovered the boy was innocent of-!”
His vision wandered to the pile of clothes in the center of the white room, then he understood how off his timing was.
“Oh...you already did it.  Well, send Smith in there to clean it out for the next convict.”
“Right away, sir.  Smith, get in there!”
Another guard on the other side of the room gave him a nod as he opened the door.  He came closer to the clothes, stopping in front of them as they began to shift.  Then, all of a sudden, a tiny head poked out of the massive light blue hoodie.  He brought his arms out as well, looking at them and observing how small they had gotten.  He brought the hands up to feel the top of his head, finding his black hair was greatly shortened.
“What happened to me?” Timothy thought. “I’m not dead?”
He then looked up at the figure that towered over him.  This guard was smiling down at him and seemed like a much kinder person, and that kind personality he gave off was only greatened by his soft and calming voice.
“Hey, little guy.  You’ve got a few minutes of speech left.  Is there anything you’d like to say?”
“Wh-...whut happened?”
“Well...”
Before continuing to explain, he knelt down and picked up the very small child.  As he brought the boy up and into his arms, he tried to keep him covered with the massive light blue sweatshirt.
“...Long story short...you’ve been regressed into infancy.”
“WHUT!?!?!”
“Now now, calm down.  It’s what we do here.”
“But...but I t’ought you kiwwed aww ‘da cwiminals.”
“No, we don’t kill anybody.  We just regress them and make them start their lives over.  They’re just beyond recognition when they’re set free again.”
“Set fwee?”
“Mm hmm.  Here, let me explain things a bit more.”
He began to carry the infant out of the room as he continued to speak.
“You see, we only take a special kind of criminal.  We look at their back story and see how terrible their lives were, and if their lives are really bad they are sent here.  We believe the reason these convicts turn to a life of crime was because they weren’t loved enough in their lifetime.  They didn’t have anyone sufficient to care for them, and they were forced to fend for themselves.  Your life was especially terrible, Timothy.”
“It was?”
“Yep.  One of the worst we’ve ever seen.  We thought it was just terrible that your parents abandoned you on the streets while you were still in diapers.  You barely received any love at all; you didn’t even get to learn what love was.  So, we sent you here and figured we’d give you a new start; a new life and a chance to start things over.  We want criminals to obtain the most love and care that they can; to have and learn all the things they didn’t before.  By obtaining these things, and therefore learning about love and compassion, we believe they will become better people when they grow up a second time.  Progression through regression.  That is our objective.”
“So, aww the t’ings I went t’rough in my wife...leawning to dwive, pubewty, potty twaining...I gotta do it aww agaiwn?”
“I’m afraid so, little guy.”
Timothy began to sniffle as tears ran from his eyes.  The guard noticed this and placed a finger over the infant’s mouth.
“Now now Timothy, don’t cry.  It’s okay.”
“But I dun’t wanna welive my tewwible wife agaiwn!”
“And you won’t.  We have taken every precaution to make sure that you get placed with a loving family.”
“Y-...yu have?”
“Mm hmm.  You see, while you were in your cell for that hour we placed your information on our orphanage website.”
“Owphanage?”
“That’s right.  That’s what we do to the regressed convicts.  We placed your information, things such as eye color and hair color along with your interests and things you like to wear, into the webpage.  The only thing we lie about is your age.  We tell them that you are 3 months old, for that is the age you have been regressed to.  Then we wait for a family to reply to their post on the website, stating they want the child as their own.  Yours came very fast, within the hour, and then we placed you in the regression chamber.  They said you were perfect for them, and they just had to have you.”
“Weally!?  ‘Dey weally want me!?!”
“Mm hmm.  We told them to come here and pick you up within the half-hour.  They’ve been here for a few minutes now, waiting to see you.  And we’re taking you to see them now.”
“Weally, ‘dey ish hewe!?”
“Yep.  And your speech should be gone right...about...now.”
Timothy tried to talk again, to show his excitement and joy.  But no decipherable speech came out.  It was now just baby talk.  He had now completely physically regressed into the 3-month-old infant that he was; his mind was the only thing that remained untouched.  There was now no way for anyone to tell that he was ever a 26-year-old.  The guard that was carrying him came to a new door on the other side of the room, and when he opened it a woman was waiting at the door.  She was wearing a light blue jacket with black dress pants, and she had a brown purse around her shoulder.  She slightly gasped with anticipation at the guard, who held Timothy out to her.
“Here is your new son, ma’m.”
The woman gasped again at the child, looking at him with joyful eyes.  Timothy, who was still covered up by his old hoodie, reached out for the woman.  He was ready to start over.  The life he had been living all this time was terrible, and he would give anything to find a better one.  But he didn’t need to find a better life; one had been given to him.  He had nothing to lose and everything to gain, so he was completely ready and willing to go with this woman.  She gladly took the child from the guard, bringing him into an affectionate embrace.
“Oh, he’s even more adorable than I imagined!  I love him already!”
She turned around and showed Timothy to a man, dressed in a black shirt and faded jeans.
“Look, honey!  Isn’t he perfect!?”
“Well, would you look at that!  He sure is; he’s everything we ever dreamed of!”
She turned back to the guard, embracing Timothy even tighter.
“We’ll take him!”
“Fantastic.  I’m glad that you’re satisfied, and obviously the little guy’s satisfied too.  Just fill out the paper work and you can take him to his new home.”
“Okay.  Again, thank you so much.”
The guard gave her a nod, then retreated back into the room.  The woman looked down at Timothy, noticing that he was affectionately holding onto her and embracing her back.
“Oh, and you’re so affectionate too!  My goodness, how have I lived without such a perfect child all my life?  Come on, little one.  I’m going to take you home...”
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Timothy was being carried through the hallway of his new home.  He had been shown every part of the house, and it was everything he dreamed it would be.  The only part that he had not been shown was his room.  He waited with anticipation as his new mother was bringing him up the stairs and down the hall to the last door.  She swung the door open and proclaimed to her new son.
“And here is your room!”
Timothy looked around at the giant room in amazement.  The walls were covered in baby blue wallpaper, and there were three main pieces of furniture.  There was a big crib, put together with a dark brown wood that supported a light blue mattress.  And there were also a dresser and changing table with the same color scheme.  To his still mature mind the room would seem childish...but he didn’t care.  He had a home and a family who loved him.  He already had so much more than he ever had.  He looked up to his new mother, as if he were almost skeptical.  All of this...for him?  He never did anything to deserve to be treated this well.  Why would she go out of her way to do all this?
“I bet you’re wondering how I put all this together so quickly.” She told him, practically reading his mind. “Well, let’s just say we’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time.”
Timothy slightly cocked his head, showing his confusion.
“You see little Timmy, my husband and I have a problem that prevents us from having children.  So, we naturally wanted to adopt a child of our own.  We made this room months ago, just waiting for the perfect child to come to us.  Then we found you on that website...and you were perfect.  We heard everything about what happened to you, and we thought it was just terrible what your parents did...abandoning a little infant like that.  Your description said you needed as much affection as possible, and here we can give you all of that and more.  We will love you forever, Timothy.  You will never be alone again.”
Hearing this, Timothy was overwhelmed with joy.  This was all he ever wanted: to be loved.  To be held.  To be treated with kindness by just one person, instead of being cast away.  All of these things were suddenly given to him, and all he had to do was give up his old terrible life.  Taking all of this in...he couldn’t help but cry and hold onto his new mother.  But they were not tears of sadness, and the woman knew this very well.
“I can tell from the smile on your face.  Those are tears of joy, aren’t they?”
Not expecting a response, she embraced him and patted his back.
“It’s okay.  Just let it all out.”
At last his crying came to a stop, and he smiled up at his new mother.
“Alright, little one.” The woman said. “Since we’re in here, we might as well get you properly dressed.”
She brought him over to the changing table and very gently placed him on the pad.
“We’ve got to get you out of these big filthy clothes.”
She unzipped the light blue hoodie that covered the infant, then removed it from his body with care.  In response Timothy quickly covered his area with his hands, and he soon felt a chill in the room with nothing on him to keep him warm.  The woman tossed the hoodie behind her, undoubtedly to throw it out later.
“Alright.  Now let’s get you diapered up.”
The mother briefly knelt down and came back up with a disposable diaper in her hand.  Timothy wasn’t so sure about being in diapers again.  It reminded him of last time, and how he was still in them when he was abandoned.  But he knew that he was a very young baby, and babies needed to be diapered.  So he didn’t struggle, but let the mother lift his legs up and slide the diaper underneath them.  She brought the other end of the thick absorbent underwear up, then she taped it to the first end and adjusted it to fit perfectly around his waist.  Completed, she lifted the child and brought him back into her arms.
“There you go.  Now, you’ve had a long and busy day.  It’s time to get some rest.”
She walked over to the crib and, again very gently, placed him in.  She covered his little body with the covers and rested his head on the pillow, then removed her arms and smiled down at him.
“Welcome to your new life, Timothy.  I hope you will love it as much as I do.”
And with that she left the room, leaving her new son to rest.
For a moment, Timothy just laid there in his new crib.  It was very comfortable and calming, adding to his joy and contentment.  He eagerly closed his eyes and fell asleep.  He could not wait to begin his new life tomorrow.  He wanted to be loved.  And most of all he wanted to be...for the first time in 24 years...a son.

Description
Somewhere deep in the United States, there is a special jail that only takes special kinds of criminals.  They treat these criminals a little differently than other prisons do.  Their methods weren’t clear, however.  All Timothy knew was that criminals went in...and none of them came out.

Timothy was orphaned as a toddler, forced to live on the streets when he was barely old enough to talk in sentences.  As he grew, he developed a life of crime.  He stole, killed several people...but just to obtain the things he needed to survive.  But when he finally was caught for a crime at the age of 26, it was for one that he did not commit.  This time, it was just a matter of Timothy being at the wrong place at the wrong time.  He was framed, whether accidentally or purposefully was not very clear.  But the police had caught and arrested him, and he was sentenced to stay here for one day.  For such a short sentence, he assumed the procedures done here to the criminals must be horrific.  He knew very well that no criminals came back out of this prison.  He knew that they would most likely kill him...he just wasn’t exactly sure how.
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Timothy had been sitting in his cell for about an hour now.  He found the jail surprisingly had no specific uniform.  He was not forced to put on any particular outfit, such as orange get-ups.  He was allowed to keep his old, dirty, light blue hooded sweatshirt and faded jeans.  And as he looked into the other cells from his, he found the other criminals were wearing regular outfits as well.  He sat there, running his hands through his black hair as he tried to think things through.  What was up with this place?  It didn’t work like any jail he had ever heard of.
While he was thinking to himself, one of the guards came to his cell and opened it.
“Okay, kid.  It’s time...”
Timothy stood up and turned his back to the guard, letting the man handcuff him and lead him out.  He didn’t struggle.  He already knew his fate, and with the terrible life he had he was ready to accept it.

He was brought into another room and in line behind three other convicts.  Moments after the guard placed him in line, the first convict was called inside the next room.  The doors opened, and the guard restricting the convict led him in.  The doors closed behind him, and the line moved forward to fill in the gap his absence had made.  Timothy kept his eyes focused on the ground before him, keeping his head lowered until he heard a scream coming from the other side of the door.  It was then that he began to panic.
“What are they going to do to me?” He thought to himself. “I don’t deserve that much of a painful death...do I?”
After a few more moments the next convict was called in.  The guard led him in, there was another scream, then the doors opened another time to call the last convict before him.  Then, after repeating the same steps again...it was finally Timothy’s turn.
The doors swung open, and a guard stepped out and motioned for him to come closer.
“Alright, kid.  You’re next.”
The guard began to force him forward, and it was then that Timothy began to rebel.
“What are you going to do to me!?  I was framed; I don’t deserve this kind of punishment!!”
“Relax kid.” The guard said, trying to restrict him. “Trust me, everything will be better when it’s over.”
“I don’t wanna die!!  No, stop!!  Noooooo!!”
The guard constricting him pushed him through the door, leaving the second guard to control the rebelling convict.  To do so, he threw Timothy to the ground.  At this, the boy realized how futile his attempts were and began to look around the room.  The walls to his right appeared to be very old, covered with rusty metal pipes that appeared at least a hundred years old.  But there was a huge transition when he turned his head to the left.  The room he was in was simply a hallway that surrounded a big, round, white room.  He was able to see the room because the whole left wall of this hallway was nothing but windows, separated every now and then by a vertical black strip that held the windows together.  And then, about in the middle of the hall...one of the windows was a door.
“Am-...am I going in there?”
“Yep.  That’s where the procedure begins.  Come on now; it’s time.”
The guard brought Timothy to his feet, and he began to panic another time.
“But I-!”
“Calm down.  It’s not what you think it is.  Now...”
He brought the convict over to the door, swung it open, and tossed him in as he spoke again.
“GET IN!”
Timothy expected the floor of the white room to be cold and hard when he landed on it.  But it was the exact opposite.  He sat up and placed a hand on the floor.  It was made of some type of squishy material, and it was very warm.  He looked around and discovered that the whole room was made out of it, even the walls and ceiling.
“What is this stuff?”
He took his attention away from the floor as he heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the transparent wall.  The room must have been made to be soundproof, for he could not make out anything that was being said on the other side.  The guard had closed the door behind him and walked over to the module that was back by the first door.  He looked up at Timothy another time, then he lowered his head again and flipped the switch on the module.
It was then that the room seemed to brighten, changing the white walls of the room to a glowing yellow.  Timothy felt strange rays of heat shining on him from every direction, and this made him begin to feel very strange.  He looked up at the ceiling, noticing that...somehow...it was getting further away.
“What!?  What’s happening to me!?!?!”
He began to scream and shout, the same volume he heard the convicts before him do moments ago.  He looked back down at his clothes, seeing that they were gradually becoming large and baggy.
“I-...I don’t believe it.  I-...I’m shrinking!!”
He seemed to shrink faster and faster, and in response his clothes doubled and tripled in size.  His arms retracted further and further into the sleeves of his light blue hoodie, and his shoes slipped off his shrinking feet as they retracted into his jeans.  He continued screaming as his voice progressively became higher, and at this point he was practically swimming in his old clothes.  His head was now the only part of him that was still visible, and as his shrinking began to slow that too retracted into the clothes...and with that he could no longer be seen.

“Wait!”
An older man came storming into the hallway through the first door, looking towards the guard at the module.
“Stop the machine!  I just discovered the boy was innocent of-!”
His vision wandered to the pile of clothes in the center of the white room, then he understood how off his timing was.
“Oh...you already did it.  Well, send Smith in there to clean it out for the next convict.”
“Right away, sir.  Smith, get in there!”
Another guard on the other side of the room gave him a nod as he opened the door.  He came closer to the clothes, stopping in front of them as they began to shift.  Then, all of a sudden, a tiny head poked out of the massive light blue hoodie.  He brought his arms out as well, looking at them and observing how small they had gotten.  He brought the hands up to feel the top of his head, finding his black hair was greatly shortened.
“What happened to me?” Timothy thought. “I’m not dead?”
He then looked up at the figure that towered over him.  This guard was smiling down at him and seemed like a much kinder person, and that kind personality he gave off was only greatened by his soft and calming voice.
“Hey, little guy.  You’ve got a few minutes of speech left.  Is there anything you’d like to say?”
“Wh-...whut happened?”
“Well...”
Before continuing to explain, he knelt down and picked up the very small child.  As he brought the boy up and into his arms, he tried to keep him covered with the massive light blue sweatshirt.
“...Long story short...you’ve been regressed into infancy.”
“WHUT!?!?!”
“Now now, calm down.  It’s what we do here.”
“But...but I t’ought you kiwwed aww ‘da cwiminals.”
“No, we don’t kill anybody.  We just regress them and make them start their lives over.  They’re just beyond recognition when they’re set free again.”
“Set fwee?”
“Mm hmm.  Here, let me explain things a bit more.”
He began to carry the infant out of the room as he continued to speak.
“You see, we only take a special kind of criminal.  We look at their back story and see how terrible their lives were, and if their lives are really bad they are sent here.  We believe the reason these convicts turn to a life of crime was because they weren’t loved enough in their lifetime.  They didn’t have anyone sufficient to care for them, and they were forced to fend for themselves.  Your life was especially terrible, Timothy.”
“It was?”
“Yep.  One of the worst we’ve ever seen.  We thought it was just terrible that your parents abandoned you on the streets while you were still in diapers.  You barely received any love at all; you didn’t even get to learn what love was.  So, we sent you here and figured we’d give you a new start; a new life and a chance to start things over.  We want criminals to obtain the most love and care that they can; to have and learn all the things they didn’t before.  By obtaining these things, and therefore learning about love and compassion, we believe they will become better people when they grow up a second time.  Progression through regression.  That is our objective.”
“So, aww the t’ings I went t’rough in my wife...leawning to dwive, pubewty, potty twaining...I gotta do it aww agaiwn?”
“I’m afraid so, little guy.”
Timothy began to sniffle as tears ran from his eyes.  The guard noticed this and placed a finger over the infant’s mouth.
“Now now Timothy, don’t cry.  It’s okay.”
“But I dun’t wanna welive my tewwible wife agaiwn!”
“And you won’t.  We have taken every precaution to make sure that you get placed with a loving family.”
“Y-...yu have?”
“Mm hmm.  You see, while you were in your cell for that hour we placed your information on our orphanage website.”
“Owphanage?”
“That’s right.  That’s what we do to the regressed convicts.  We placed your information, things such as eye color and hair color along with your interests and things you like to wear, into the webpage.  The only thing we lie about is your age.  We tell them that you are 3 months old, for that is the age you have been regressed to.  Then we wait for a family to reply to their post on the website, stating they want the child as their own.  Yours came very fast, within the hour, and then we placed you in the regression chamber.  They said you were perfect for them, and they just had to have you.”
“Weally!?  ‘Dey weally want me!?!”
“Mm hmm.  We told them to come here and pick you up within the half-hour.  They’ve been here for a few minutes now, waiting to see you.  And we’re taking you to see them now.”
“Weally, ‘dey ish hewe!?”
“Yep.  And your speech should be gone right...about...now.”
Timothy tried to talk again, to show his excitement and joy.  But no decipherable speech came out.  It was now just baby talk.  He had now completely physically regressed into the 3-month-old infant that he was; his mind was the only thing that remained untouched.  There was now no way for anyone to tell that he was ever a 26-year-old.  The guard that was carrying him came to a new door on the other side of the room, and when he opened it a woman was waiting at the door.  She was wearing a light blue jacket with black dress pants, and she had a brown purse around her shoulder.  She slightly gasped with anticipation at the guard, who held Timothy out to her.
“Here is your new son, ma’m.”
The woman gasped again at the child, looking at him with joyful eyes.  Timothy, who was still covered up by his old hoodie, reached out for the woman.  He was ready to start over.  The life he had been living all this time was terrible, and he would give anything to find a better one.  But he didn’t need to find a better life; one had been given to him.  He had nothing to lose and everything to gain, so he was completely ready and willing to go with this woman.  She gladly took the child from the guard, bringing him into an affectionate embrace.
“Oh, he’s even more adorable than I imagined!  I love him already!”
She turned around and showed Timothy to a man, dressed in a black shirt and faded jeans.
“Look, honey!  Isn’t he perfect!?”
“Well, would you look at that!  He sure is; he’s everything we ever dreamed of!”
She turned back to the guard, embracing Timothy even tighter.
“We’ll take him!”
“Fantastic.  I’m glad that you’re satisfied, and obviously the little guy’s satisfied too.  Just fill out the paper work and you can take him to his new home.”
“Okay.  Again, thank you so much.”
The guard gave her a nod, then retreated back into the room.  The woman looked down at Timothy, noticing that he was affectionately holding onto her and embracing her back.
“Oh, and you’re so affectionate too!  My goodness, how have I lived without such a perfect child all my life?  Come on, little one.  I’m going to take you home...”
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Timothy was being carried through the hallway of his new home.  He had been shown every part of the house, and it was everything he dreamed it would be.  The only part that he had not been shown was his room.  He waited with anticipation as his new mother was bringing him up the stairs and down the hall to the last door.  She swung the door open and proclaimed to her new son.
“And here is your room!”
Timothy looked around at the giant room in amazement.  The walls were covered in baby blue wallpaper, and there were three main pieces of furniture.  There was a big crib, put together with a dark brown wood that supported a light blue mattress.  And there were also a dresser and changing table with the same color scheme.  To his still mature mind the room would seem childish...but he didn’t care.  He had a home and a family who loved him.  He already had so much more than he ever had.  He looked up to his new mother, as if he were almost skeptical.  All of this...for him?  He never did anything to deserve to be treated this well.  Why would she go out of her way to do all this?
“I bet you’re wondering how I put all this together so quickly.” She told him, practically reading his mind. “Well, let’s just say we’ve been waiting for someone like you for a long time.”
Timothy slightly cocked his head, showing his confusion.
“You see little Timmy, my husband and I have a problem that prevents us from having children.  So, we naturally wanted to adopt a child of our own.  We made this room months ago, just waiting for the perfect child to come to us.  Then we found you on that website...and you were perfect.  We heard everything about what happened to you, and we thought it was just terrible what your parents did...abandoning a little infant like that.  Your description said you needed as much affection as possible, and here we can give you all of that and more.  We will love you forever, Timothy.  You will never be alone again.”
Hearing this, Timothy was overwhelmed with joy.  This was all he ever wanted: to be loved.  To be held.  To be treated with kindness by just one person, instead of being cast away.  All of these things were suddenly given to him, and all he had to do was give up his old terrible life.  Taking all of this in...he couldn’t help but cry and hold onto his new mother.  But they were not tears of sadness, and the woman knew this very well.
“I can tell from the smile on your face.  Those are tears of joy, aren’t they?”
Not expecting a response, she embraced him and patted his back.
“It’s okay.  Just let it all out.”
At last his crying came to a stop, and he smiled up at his new mother.
“Alright, little one.” The woman said. “Since we’re in here, we might as well get you properly dressed.”
She brought him over to the changing table and very gently placed him on the pad.
“We’ve got to get you out of these big filthy clothes.”
She unzipped the light blue hoodie that covered the infant, then removed it from his body with care.  In response Timothy quickly covered his area with his hands, and he soon felt a chill in the room with nothing on him to keep him warm.  The woman tossed the hoodie behind her, undoubtedly to throw it out later.
“Alright.  Now let’s get you diapered up.”
The mother briefly knelt down and came back up with a disposable diaper in her hand.  Timothy wasn’t so sure about being in diapers again.  It reminded him of last time, and how he was still in them when he was abandoned.  But he knew that he was a very young baby, and babies needed to be diapered.  So he didn’t struggle, but let the mother lift his legs up and slide the diaper underneath them.  She brought the other end of the thick absorbent underwear up, then she taped it to the first end and adjusted it to fit perfectly around his waist.  Completed, she lifted the child and brought him back into her arms.
“There you go.  Now, you’ve had a long and busy day.  It’s time to get some rest.”
She walked over to the crib and, again very gently, placed him in.  She covered his little body with the covers and rested his head on the pillow, then removed her arms and smiled down at him.
“Welcome to your new life, Timothy.  I hope you will love it as much as I do.”
And with that she left the room, leaving her new son to rest.
For a moment, Timothy just laid there in his new crib.  It was very comfortable and calming, adding to his joy and contentment.  He eagerly closed his eyes and fell asleep.  He could not wait to begin his new life tomorrow.  He wanted to be loved.  And most of all he wanted to be...for the first time in 24 years...a son.