No. She asks for a room for a bigger little

As Becky reached for a stuffed animal, Emily's voice cut through the room, sharp with irritation. "Becky, I can't do this. This whole diaper thing, the nursery... it's just not for me."

Becky turned to her, surprise and concern etched across her features. "Em, I thought... I thought we were in this together. You agreed to come here."

Emily's frustration boiled over, her voice rising. "I agreed because I thought that the whole regression talk was just marketing, but this? This is too much. I can't just pretend to be a baby."

Becky took a step closer, her tone gentle. "Emily, it's just for a week. You don't have to pretend, just... let go. Embrace the relaxation. Trust me, it's liberating."

But Emily couldn't shake the sense of discomfort, “Becky, I appreciate that you want to help, but I can't. I need to be in control of my life, not... not in diapers."

Lucas, the resort owner, had been observing the exchange quietly, and he decided it was time to offer some reassurance. He approached them with a warm smile and spoke in a soothing tone.

"Emily, Becky, I understand that this experience can feel overwhelming, especially if it's your first time. But I want you to know that Sanctuary Resort is all about finding relaxation and rejuvenation in your own way. Not all of our guests choose full regression to babyhood. We have various options, including starting at a different age, like the preschool stage."

He gestured around the room. "Your suites can be adjusted to make you comfortable. It's about finding your own path to tranquility. If diapers and the nursery theme don't feel right for you, we can make changes."

Emily sighed, her tension gradually easing. "That... that sounds more manageable." Becky now slightly embarrassed agreed “ I would like to start a step above babyhood, at the toddler level.”