An Adult Nursery

Bright pastels. Disney characters on the wall. Men and women sat on colorful pillows, in diapers. and bibs. One corner of the room had been made up into oversized cribs. There were oversized stuffed animals, blankets, pacifiers. Televisions played old cartoons. Lois Lane stared as a matronly woman helped the woman who came in before her to take off her dress...and yes, there was a pink diaper underneath that old-fashioned dress.

Absently, Lois brought the sippy cup up to her lip, and almost drank from it before she realized what she was doing. Before she knew it, the matronly woman was before her.

"I...I, um, don't have a diaper," Lois stammered.

"Oh, that's quite all right dear," the woman's hair was in a steel-gray bun, the glasses were half-lens like Lois Lane's third-grade teacher used to wear. "Is it your first time?"

"Yes," Lois managed, not sure what else to say. This scene was too weird for her to effectively fake it.

"Come right this way," the kindly old lady took the reporter's elbow and guided her toward some doors marked by cartoon characters. The old woman guided her toward Baby Huey. "We'll help you fit in. Lots of grown-ups want to reconnect with a more innocent time in their lives. When they didn't have to be in control. So they come here to relax. Like roleplay."

The door opened. There was a table inside, covered with padded paper. A shelf held talcum powder, baby wipes. A locker. A box of adult diapers.

"Come now dearie," the older woman said as the door closed and locked behind her. "Let's get you changed. It's all part of the service."