Shopping for regression school supplies.

The sun streamed through the windows of the specialized regression school supply store, casting a warm glow on the rows of pastel-colored items that filled the shelves. The air was filled with the scent of baby powder, and the soft hum of lullabies played over the store's speakers, creating an atmosphere that seemed more fitting for a nursery than a place for teenagers.

Sara reluctantly followed her stepmother, Lisa, into the store, her eyes scanning the aisles in search of the elusive section containing the uniforms for regression school. Lisa, on the other hand, was practically skipping with excitement, her eyes wide with anticipation.

"Oh, Sara, isn't this place adorable?" Lisa exclaimed, gesturing to the shelves filled with plush toys, rattles, and pacifiers.

Sara sighed, feeling out of place in the sea of baby items. "It's like a giant nursery. I can't believe I have to wear this stuff."

Lisa patted her shoulder reassuringly. "Come on, sweetie, let's find the uniform section. It can't be that bad."

As they meandered through the aisles, Sara couldn't help but notice the abundance of oversized diapers in various colors and patterns. She cringed, wondering how she ended up in a store catering to such items. Lisa, however, seemed completely unfazed, her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

After what felt like an eternity of navigating past baby bottles and cribs, they finally stumbled upon the section dedicated to school uniforms. Sara's eyes widened as she saw the array of outfits, each one seemingly designed for a much younger age group.

Lisa, undeterred, picked up a plaid skirt with a hem that barely grazed the mid-thigh. She held it up with a wide grin. "Look, Sara, isn't this adorable? It'll be perfect for your uniform!"

Sara stared at the skirt, her face flushing with embarrassment. "Are you serious? I can't wear that. It's too short!"

Lisa chuckled, trying to ease the tension. "Sweetheart, it's the standard uniform for regression school. It's cute, and besides, the short length makes it easier for pull-up and diaper checks. Practical, right?"

Sara's embarrassment turned into frustration. "Practical? I'm not a toddler. I don't need diaper checks. And I certainly don't want to show off my underwear to everyone!"

Lisa chuckled, playfully nudging Sara. "Oh, come on, sweetheart! Remember when you begged for that super short skirt just a few weeks ago? You said it was all the rage, but i know you wanted to show off your cute panties. Well, this is kind of like that, but even more comfortable!"

Sara crossed her arms, scowling. "Yeah, but that was different. I wasn't **** to wear diapers back then."

Lisa winked, trying to make light of the situation. "Well,you are not back in diapers just yet! Plus, the teachers need to make sure everyone's okay, right?"

Sara sighed, feeling a bit defeated. "I just don't get why we have to dress like babies for regression school. It's embarrassing."

Lisaisa gave Sara a reassuring pat on the back. "I understand it's embarrassing, but trust me, you won't be alone. Everyone in the regression school will be dressing the same way."

Lisa, determined to make the best of the situation, continued to guide Sara through the store, following the shopping list for regression school.