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Marissa walked into Joey's room and towards the bed she had rigged for him. Joey's mental regression made it essential for Marissa to treat him like a toddler, from the bed to he diapers. As such, Marissa started to think of him as a toddler as well.
"Good Morning Joey," the young woman said warmly,
"How are ya doing buddy?" Marissa then did a routine diaper check and saw that Joey's diapers were soggy. "Looks like someone's wet," Marissa said, lowering the guard rails on Joey's bed and taking Joey out to the changing table. She then quickly changed Joey into a new diaper. "There, now how's that feel Joey?"
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"Would you like some milk? "
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