The Contract

Chapter 1
The Contract

---

Chapter Description: Complete story.

---

The Contract

Theodore Evans (Ted to his friends, never Teddy) sat down on the park bench panting heavily. His morning jog left him breathless and thirsty. He opened a bottle of water and picked up a newspaper lying open to the wanted section. ?Looks like I’m not the only one who needs a better paying job.’ He frowned, scanning the lists for something he was qualified for and that would pay more than minimum wage.

At twenty six, Ted needed to get a real job. ?Time to stop delivering pizzas’, he thought. Then maybe Jenna would take him back. His ex-girlfriend’s words still rang in his ears as he thought of last week’s shouting match. The screeching of tires as she took off in his car with her clothes and laptop were still very vivid in his mind’s eye.

Jenna had practically woken up everyone in the apartment building screaming what a “useless, ambitionless pretty boy” he had turned out to be. In a way, she was right, he reflected. ?Time to put my nose to the grindstone and act like a man.’ Then perhaps she would take him back. He hadn’t realized how important to him she was, until she was gone. He decided he really did want to marry her. And he would once he could prove he could be relied on to take care of her. He just had to get a real job!

The sound of a car pulling to the curb in front of him and idling brought him out of his reverie. Curiously, he glanced up. He was surprised to see it was a Limo. The heavily tinted rear window began to roll down noiselessly.

?What the Hell?’ Ted thought. ?Is this guy lost or something?’ In the back sat a man of fifty or so, waving him over. Ted’s interest was piqued and he got up and wandered over. ?Man if this is some kind of reality show like Punk’d or something, somebody is gonna get it!’ He grinned to himself, imagining the man asking him for Grey Poupon or something similar. “Can I help you?” Ted asked, barely keeping the distrust he felt out of his voice.

The man indicated the want ads still in his right hand. “I think I can help you. Are you looking for a way to earn some real money?” The man looked Ted up and down.

Ted thought to himself, ?Oh Christ! Some rich old faggot wants me to suck his dick or something. Fuckin’ sicko!’ Out loud he said, “Hey, no offense man, but I don’t swing that way! Why don’t you try the alleys about six blocks south of here? Take a left on...”

The old man laughed easily. “Ah. No. You misunderstand me. I wish to offer you a legitimate chance to earn a large sum of money for legal, non-sexual assistance. I need a young man in good physical condition for some ah... tests my physician wants to try on me, but he needs someone such as yourself as a baseline. It’s totally harmless and guaranteed payment by contract. I will even give you two grand so you can pay a lawyer to look it over and give you their opinion. Completely above board.” The man leaned forward eagerly to get an answer.

Warily, Ted agreed to listen to the man, indicating his interest with a slight nod to continue. At the restaurant, Ted was amazed by the deferential treatment the old man received. The guy didn’t even look at the menu before ordering an expensive wine and a meal. The waiter turned and looked at Ted expectantly. Unsure as what to get Ted asked for the same. The waiters and busboys all seem to know the old man by sight and that reassured Ted that the man might be legitimate after all.

The man turned to him and apologized, “I’m sorry. I am afraid I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Roger. Roger Forsythe”

Ted’s eyes widened in comprehension and recognition. He knew who this guy was! This guy had been on the front page of nearly every newspaper in the world and every financial magazine as well. Roger Forsythe, the Billionaire tycoon. If this guy was willing to let himself be recognized and seen with Ted like this, this must be a legitimate deal. Staring opened mouthed in wonder, Ted did not see a man in an expensive suit taking pictures of the two of them from the window.

The billionaire reached over and shoved a tight roll of bills into Ted’s hand, clasping Ted’s hands tight to conceal the money. Motioning Ted closer, he leaned in and whispered, “I don’t want anyone to know I’ve paid you an advance until we have a contract. Bad for business you know.”

Ted had instinctively leaned in to catch what the man was saying. The old man smiled and chuckled, then leaned back and released Ted’s hand. The man outside the window was snapping pictures frenetically now.

Roger tells Ted he has an offer that could make Ted very wealthy and then comes to the point: Roger is dying. He has access to some of the best doctors in the world, though. An experimental treatment has come up that may add twenty years to Roger’s life. But before they can proceed, they need to run some tests using a younger man in good shape. The money Roger has handed him is not to take the tests, but to hire a lawyer to go over the proposed contract, Roger explains.

Ted is confused. What’s the catch? He asks. No catch, Roger responds. You take these tests that will save my life I will give you a billion dollars, my mansion, private jets, the works. Furthermore, Roger will make Ted his heir to the rest of his fortune, when he dies. After all what is more important, health or wealth? Roger asked. “There is no point in having a lot of money when you are in the grave.”

Ted stood open mouthed in shock. He couldn’t believe it. The man must be crazy, he thought. This can’t be real. Under the table, he pinched his thigh and winced at the pain.

The meal arrives soon after. While eating Roger shows some of the advantages of being wealthy. The waiters bring in a concert violinist to play for them. Roger explains that he owns the five star restaurant and that the staff had a classic musician on standby for whenever he dined there. The possibilities of such wealth dizzied the young man. He really didn’t care for “old people music” as he called classical but he could see himself doing similar things for Jenna. She really enjoyed that romantic stuff. If this were real, then she would have no problems taking him back.

Roger then shows Ted the contracts, with the names left blank. He is told to take it to a lawyer and have him look it over and see if it is legitimate. He then gives Ted a business card. It read, “Roger Forsythe - Chairman, Forsythe Industries, Dorneell Software Inc.” ... (The list went on). On the bottom was a contact number.

“The only thing I ask is you not use any names until you agree. Otherwise the deal is off. I can’t have my competitors or the press finding out about my health problems or my stock will plummet and then I will have less to offer you. You understand?

Ted nodded at this. If it were a legitimate offer, which he still kind of doubted, it made complete sense. Then Ted raised an objection. Wouldn’t the stock fall once it was known that Ted was in charge of it?

Roger laughed. No, he assured him. Ted couldn’t manage a conglomeration of the size Roger had. Ted could hire a couple of lawyers and sell the company off to one of his many competitors who had been trying to buy him out for years.

Ted was still a little leery of the whole situation, but took a chance and hired a lawyer at random.

The lawyer thought the whole thing was a joke. Or would have been had it not been obvious that his client did not normally have that kind of money to spend. He leaned back and asked Ted a couple of questions. First: A billion dollars and a mansion? Did this “second party” even have that kind of money? Second, even if he did, why pay so much, when people would do it for much less if it were a legal procedure. Gently the lawyer probed for the other contractor’s name. But Ted refused.

Shrugging, the lawyer read the contract a second time and assured Ted that the contracts were legitimate and binding. In fact, the lawyer was privately amazed at how iron-clad the contract was. Whoever signed this had absolutely no wriggle room at all. He was surprised the lawyer who wrote this contract hadn’t left some obscure loophole. He would have. Who wants to give up a fortune for some medical tests?!

The Lawyer mentioned he was worried about Ted’s side of the contract, as he was obligated to do. The lawyer pointed out that in case of the second party’s incapacitation, Ted will not only inherit, but will be charged with the care and safety of the other person. Basically, Ted would be the legal parent of the other person. Did he really want that responsibility? Plus, the tests Ted must undergo were rigorous physical and mental examinations, and some of which the lawyer had never heard of before.

Ted thought about it. ?Legal Parent?’ If the old man died, he would have even more money. If the man lived and was healthy, it was not a problem. If the old guy got sick, well, the contract didn’t say how he had to take care of the old man. He could always put him in a nursing home and the problem was solved. Besides, if he really was the legal parent of the old guy, then Roger couldn’t even complain about the treatment he was getting. It would be up to Ted to decide. With the rest of the old man’s fortune, he wouldn’t even notice the cost. Visions of wealth were swirling in his mind now and he knew he wouldn’t refuse. Who would? ?Ted Evans, billionaire.’ The thought had him nearly salivating.

Ted agrees to the deal and two weeks later the contracts are signed at Roger’s mansion. Ted’s lawyer is given some tea by the servants as Ted is taken to the private exam room. After the grueling physical tests, held in the especially equipped room in the basement, came a battery of psychological ones and finally Ted is strapped to a machine that has a complicated array on his head. Hadn’t his lawyer agreed to make sure the tests were legitimate. Where was he anyway? He is nervous when the doctor straps him to the chair, though he is reassured when Roger volunteers to do the same. He is strapped to an identical machine and both undergo the "test" at the same time. Ted wondered why the old man was doing this. Wasn’t him taking the tests first the whole point of the contracts?

The headsets connected with a bunch of wires to a huge machine taking up half of the space in the room. As the doctor flips the switch and a high pitched whine builds, Ted nervously suggests that they put off the test until tomorrow. The doctor says it will only take a moment and will be totally painless. Soon, Ted is feeling fuzzy and the room began to blur. Ted passes out.

When he comes to he feels strange. Tired and weak. When he speaks his voice is gravelly and different. When he looks at his arms and chest he realizes that he looks exactly like Roger! The doctor comes in to check on him. Ted is strapped to a table, his arms strapped down at his sides and his ankles are also strapped. He struggles and notices his lower half moves sluggishly and he hears a crinkling sound.

The doctor explains that he has been transferred into the old man’s body and vice versa. It is a nearly impossible operation that is brand new. Mind transfer. Ted listened, believing he is hallucinating.

Then Roger walked in; in Ted’s body! Ted’s head is spinning. It feels too real and concrete to be a dream or a hallucination. Ted

screams that this is illegal and demands his lawyer. Even though Roger was broke now, Ted would make sure Roger went to jail or an asylum. And the doctor would lose his license and go to jail too.

The two men chuckled. "Broke?” Asks Roger/Ted? “I have a billion dollars, a mansion, and own some of the most profitable companies on the East coast! And I have the contracts to prove it!"

Then, with horror, Ted remembers why the man had wanted to use him for the “tests” in the first place. He gasped with horror. “You fucking bastards! I’m gonna die of whatever you had, while you...” He his voice trailed off as he realized the magnitude of the two men’s deceit.

The two men laughed at that. Roger, in Ted’s body, denied it. “No. That was a ruse, I am afraid. I was actually under investigation by the SEC. Soon, they will discover that I am guilty of trading fraud. My fortune and reputation would be lost, if ?Ted’ weren’t about to sell all the stock and liquidate it. As Ted, I am not guilty of any trading fraud and the money is no longer in illegal stock trades. Neither the SEC, nor the share holders can touch it. I’m afraid they would go very hard on you ?Roger’, if it weren’t for the fact that you are about to become a senile, broken old man.” He chuckled as the doctor pulls out a syringe, filled with a dull yellow liquid.

Ted realizes he has been duped, but vows to put up a fight. And what did he mean by senile? All of a sudden in horror, Ted feels himself urinating uncontrollably. He gasped in shock and dismay. But when he looked down the front of the hospital gown was dry. At first, he was just glad the two men wouldn’t notice right away, but they would find out eventually, he realized. He was helplessly pinned to the table.

Then Ted is told the whole plan. He will be given a new drug that can be used to erase specific memories. In his case, Ted will be made to forget his family, his specifics of childhood, and numerous details about his life. The drug has been tested on several potential young men, who refused Roger’s offer, making them forget the encounter. Even their lawyer’s were given small doses of the drug to forget their client, just as Ted’s lawyer had been. Even now the man was probably in his office, wondering why he had been walking around that neighborhood two days ago when he should have been working.. A special team had already removed any evidence of Ted from the lawyer’s office and computer files.

The problem is that the drug also works on certain centers of the subconscious brain when given in large enough doses to affect long term memory, causing a loss of some motor functions in others tested. Some sort of neural reaction to the drug. Ted has been strapped to the bed for two days as they wiped his long term memory of the major details of his life...

The side effects in Ted/Roger’s case seem to be a loss of balance and coordination and lastly, complete incontinence. Its all in the brain, the doctor assured him, there is nothing physically wrong with him. Sometimes the drug would affect other centers of the brain, suppressing them as well as memory.

Roger, (now ?Ted’) says that he will put the side effects to good use. The will say that ?Roger’ had a stroke with strange results causing dementia, incontinence and reduced coordination. ?Roger’ will be institutionalized, since ?Ted’ was contractually obligated to take care of ?Roger’ now. The court will find him incompetent, the doctor assures Ted while marking things on his chart.

Roger will then go on to live a new life as a newly wealthy young man, by the name of Ted Evans.

Meanwhile, Ted will be left in an uncaring institute to be fed, have his diapers changed, and treated like a senile old man. He will get the best health care, which the doctor assures him will allow Ted to live another forty or fifty years.

Ted struggled vainly to release himself. The crinkling noise he heard stopped him suddenly. He realized that he was wearing an adult diaper! That explained Roger’s last statement. That is why there was no urine on his hospital gown! He begged his captors to remove the offending garment and change him back. He was about to offer all his new wealth to the men, when he remembered that it was not his anymore. The contract specified that everything went to Theodore Evans. He was no longer that man. Now he understood why the bastard had seemed so generous; why the deal had seemed too good to be true. It WAS too good to be true.

The two men laughed. The doctor explained that the side effects are permanent as far as the other test subjects were concerned. Diapers would be a necessary part of Ted’s life from now on. The doctor put on gloves and changed Ted’s diaper. Then he "checked" Ted’s straps and the men left.

Ted noticed that one of his arm straps was not secured properly and escapes. He removes the diaper in disgust and puts on a set of striped pajamas he found in an otherwise empty cupboard. He checked for anything resembling a weapon, but the room was otherwise empty. Even the test machines were gone.

Ted crept slowly up the stairs, trying to avoid detection from the staff as he did so. But fortunately there was no one around. In just pajamas, he moved onto the grounds and, embarrassed walked towards his home. On the street he pissed himself. He tried to hide but some teenagers followed him, mocking him cruelly until a policeman came along and broke them up.

Ted tells his story and the cop looks at the old man seriously. He identifies himself as Ted Evans. Then the cop called for back up and drove Ted to the mansion. It is empty except for servants, none of whom were the servants Ted had seen earlier. They seem surprised to see their employer and took him in.

The servants get Ted/Roger an expensive well tailored suit to wear and he quickly washes up his urine smelling legs and crotch with a rag, explaining to the cops that his captors made him wet himself. The cop notices that Ted seems unfamiliar with his surroundings, even asking where the bathroom and where his underwear were.

When Ted shows them to the room where he was held captive, it is a dusty wine cellar that has not been disturbed in ages by the look of it. The cop called social services.

The cops question the servants privately, while Ted is calmed down by some of Roger’s other servants and given lunch including a Rueben sandwich and a tall glass of iced tea. The servants are at a loss to know what is happening. They had all just got back from a week’s vacation, which their employer had just generously given them all.

The Police tell Ted that he needs to be examined by a doctor and Ted believes they will find proof of the exchange, so agrees. Ted wet himself again while waiting for the ambulance and was again given another set of dry clothes. He apologized, explaining that the real Roger made Ted start wetting himself. It has never happened to him before. The cop (a woman this time) nods her head sympathetically, just as she had been trained to do when dealing with crazies. She hid the knowing smirk on her face by turning away.

Ted is taken in for evaluation:

At the mental hospital, Ted tells his story to a doctor and during the interview, pissed himself yet again. Ted saw the look on the doctor’s face that told Ted the doctor doesn’t believe him. He thinks Ted is really Roger and that ’Roger’ has gone crazy. In desperation he lunges for the door and rushes down the corridor in a $3000 dollar suit dripping urine.

Roger/Ted goes to Ted’s lawyer and convinces the man easily that he is Ted. After all, he has the ID, body, and finger prints to prove it. Plus the lawyer had never even met Ted before, that he recalls. The transfer of wealth happens easily and Roger ’let’s slip’ an innuendo that the old man gave him the money for sexual services. He has in his possession semen stained satin sheets with semen from both his old body (stored for this part of the plan) and a fresh sample from his new body. He insists that the lawyer have it tested in case the contract is contested. The lawyer agrees, but adds that it will probably not be necessary. The contract was solid. He wondered who drew it up.

Meanwhile Ted is caught by an orderly and a nurse puts him in adult-sized pull-ups and an open-backed gown. Then he is led to the observation room where other inmates are kept. He wets himself soon and refuses to eat or drink so he won’t do it again. During his struggle, one of the orderlies slipped a syringe into his arm. As he started to fade he thought he heard “ordered to a larger mental facility where they can put him on a feeding tube.”

Ted woke up on the floor of a moving, paneled van. He was still trussed up and now hobbled with ankle restraints with a 16" leather strap connecting them, as well. He had a rubber teat gagging him. It had straps that went behind his head, preventing him from biting or even speaking. Worse, it smelled like shit in there. The smell nauseated him. ?Couldn’t they at least clean out the smell before putting me in here?’ Through the small opening to the cab he heard, "Oh man! That is disgusting! Christ Jim, this guy just crapped his pants!"

?What?! Did they think he did this?’ Ted tried to roll over to face the front and deny any responsibility. Then he froze. A squishy feeling came from his adult sized Pull-up as he rolled onto his back. Suddenly the smell got worse. Ted moaned desperately. ?Oh no! No! Not that! I don’t want to crap myself too! What did those bastards do to me?’ He anguished.

Then he heard another man’s voice, "My wife will never believe me when I tell her I had to drive one of the richest men on the eastern seaboard, smelling his shit! They don’t pay me enough for this! Why don’t you go back and change him? We got some adult diapers in the back." The second man asked, sounding none to hopeful.

“No fucking way! I ain’t wiping some senile old man’s shitty ass! I don’t get paid enough for that! Let him sit in it for the next two hours!” The first man replied. The other man grunted in agreement and they continued driving.

?Two Hours! They can’t leave me like this for two hours! I’ll sue the bastards!’ Ted struggled to release his restraints but only succeeded on spreading the mess even more. Ted heard and felt the wind increase as the two men rolled down their windows.

Ted laid in the back the warm squishy mess, now creeping up his backside and down to cover his balls and penis. He whimpered in disgust and shame into his pacifier/gag.

Two weeks later:

Ted (as Roger) goes to trial and tries to prove he is really Ted, but he can not remember his childhood specifics anymore. He doesn’t even remember his parents names or where he lived and went to school. The prosecutor then asks if ’Roger’ is gay.

Ted denies it vehemently. The prosecutor brings out Roger/Ted and tells the court a story of a passionate love affair in which ’Roger’ fell in love with ’Ted’ and gives him his fortune. The prosecutor then showed the sheets with both men’s semen stains on it and showed the unmistakable DNA evidence.

Roger’s old lawyer was called in to testify. He told the court how Roger had come to him a while back and told him Roger was gay and in love with a young man. His former client wished to give his new love nearly everything he owned. The lawyer admitted being shocked to find his friend and client of 25 years was gay. He tried to dissuade Roger and had insisted his friend take a mental exam first, which Roger passed easily. The prosecutor then produced the test results and entered them into official court records. Having no other choice, Roger’s former lawyer continued, he drew up the documents and sent a notary public to witness them

The prosecutor then shows pictures sent in by an anonymous source, showing the two men dining together. In one picture the two men were leaning close to each other holding hands intimately, while a violinist played for the two of them.

The notary public was called to the stand and verified everything. The prosecutor continued; soon thereafter, ’Roger’ suffered a stroke and in his confused state believed he was actually ’Ted’ and not the old man, beset by the might of the SEC that he actually was. Perhaps it was even a ruse to avoid prosecution, albeit a strange one.

The prosecutor rested, suggesting that ’Roger’ be put away for life, for his own safety and the safety of the community.

Sitting at the table, Ted realized he had just crapped the diaper he was wearing. The doctors had forced him to wear them after learning that he ’wouldn’t use the toilet for anything.’ Like he had a choice! Ted had been tested and his body was found in perfect working order, so they just assumed he was doing it because he was crazy or senile. His story only confirmed his mental instability. To prevent him from removing the diaper, his hands were placed in padded mittens and he was strapped to a chair or bed at all times in the hospital. When he had tried to remove the diaper for trial, the doctor’s placed the mitten’s back on him.

The jurors took note of that.

?Roger’s’ new lawyer (appointed by Roger as ?Ted’) sniffed and realized what had just happened, but kept silent to protect what little dignity the once great man had left.

The well known defense lawyer had recently reviewed the most recent tests and told the court that he felt that Roger should be put away as well, for his own safety. Ted broke down screaming and began attacking his lawyer. When the judge ordered the bailiff to remove him, the armed guard moved immediately to restrain Ted, but quickly pulled away in disgust.

When the judge asked what was wrong the bailiff replied, “He umm... He soiled his diapers, you Honor.” The court stenographer dutifully typed everything that was said.

When Roger’s lawyer protested about the indignity of that being put into public record, the prosecutor countered that it went to prove his case of dementia. That the man had soiled his diapers and was comfortable enough in them not to ask for a recess to get cleaned up only further proved his mental unfitness.

The judge allowed it and ordered it be kept in the records.

Ted started screaming again and the judge ordered him gagged and his diaper changed during the lunch recess; which earned Ted some smirks from the jurors and giggles form the court witnesses.

Ted was changed by two burly orderlies in the men’s bathroom while his mittens were left on him. Several men came in and looked down in astonishment and quickly left in embarrassment for the man.

Ted was given a gag with a rubber nipple on it to prevent him from another outburst or biting someone during the proceedings. Then he was left alone with his lawyer. The lawyer removed the gag and implored ?Roger’ not to make things worse. Ted realized he was right.

Ted got crafty and pretended he really was Roger finally coming back to himself. With any luck, Ted thought, he could be out in a few weeks after proving he was sane.

The lawyer told him, “Fine, but now I have to replace the gag, per the judge’s orders.” He was relieved that his client was acting saner and truly hoped the man might make a full recovery.

The judge sentenced him to 6 months evaluation before final disposition.

At the Hospital, Ted tried to pretend to be Roger but didn’t know Roger’s real life and keeps getting tripped up by the doctor’s queries. His life was a living hell of diaper changes and other humiliations. But at least he was feeding himself now and since he had stopped trying to remove the damned diapers, he was out of restraints as well.

The doctor noted that “Roger still refuses to control his bodily functions but rather insists that he has had a stroke and that is why he can’t coordinate his lower body or use the toilet. More tests prove that his coordination is indeed sub-par but still doesn’t prove the problem is physical. Furthermore there is no proof of a stroke of any kind. All tests suggest the patient is physically healthy and therefore the problem must be psychological.” The doctor adamantly refused to let him out of diapers and into the more dignified pull-ups, insisting that the diapers were a motivational tool to help ’Roger’ use the toilet again, because it was so obvious how much Roger hated them.

Ted worked hard to become more convincing and soon felt he was on his way to a full ’recovery’. He even traded some medication with other inmates that would allow him to retain his urine for several hours at a time. That, combined with a few drugs traded with other patients that would constipate him, would allow him to finally get out of the adult diapers that made him feel so ridiculous.

Roger soon found out about Ted’s "progress" and came to visit. Roger had gotten his inside information by pretending to be a concerned lover and timed his visit knowing Ted’s final evaluation was today.

?Ted’ insisted on an interview with the doctor as a ’concerned lover’. Then he showed the doctor a package. He says Roger liked to dress up in these clothes around him. He tells the doctor that ?Roger’ always felt more comfortable in them. He held up several garments. Each one had a tag in the back that read "Made especially for Roger; AKA Little Rhonda”

They were little girl’s dresses and they were custom fit to Roger’s own dress dummy that he used to make sure his suits fit him perfectly when he was too busy to sit around and wait for alterations from his tailor. Then Roger (as Ted) showed the doctor pictures of Roger wearing the dresses in the master bedroom at his mansion, drinking tea from a beautiful, flowery tea set; others showed Roger playing with dolls and jumping rope outside his mansion wearing several different frilly outfits that would look normal on a five or six year old. He even wore a long curly wig and make-up in the pictures. (Roger had made the pictures as part of his back-up plan. He had taken the pictures all on the same day that his servants were normally off, but put up different seasonal decorations inside and out to make it look like it was a long-term thing. His ’doctor’ took the pictures since he was the only one in on the plan and had been compensated handsomely for it, too.)

The Psychiatrist looked intrigued and examined the pictures carefully noting that they were taken months apart from each other and the man was obviously enjoying himself immensely, though the few pictures in which the man’s girlish panties were visible showed told the doctor that it was clearly not a sexual thing at all. The man was as limp as a boiled noodle in all the photographs. Clearly it was for other psychological reasons that the man dressed and acted in such a fashion.

Roger discovered the hidden medication by bribing an intern to let him check out Ted’s living space, ostensibly to check on his former lover. Then he got a few private moments with Ted to get him angry by telling Ted of Roger’s new life as ?Ted’. A new life as a very wealthy young man. Now Roger was free from investigation and possible imprisonment and enjoying a new life of luxury, free of worry. He had even ’gotten back together’ with Ted’s old girlfriend who marveled at his wealth and newfound sexual prowess. They were getting married in a month.

Roger showed Ted a picture of the new Ted in blue speedos and Ted’s former ex-girlfriend, Jenna, wearing a huge diamond ring and nothing else. They were sitting around an Olympic sized pool. Jenna was looking at ’Ted’ glowingly.

Ted attacked Roger in a fit of uncontrollable rage. Just as Roger had planned. The orderly restrained ?Roger’ and put the padded mittens back on the struggling man. At ?Ted’s helpful suggestion, the intern puts Ted in a straitjacket and gags him with an adult pacifier as well, leaving Roger’s diaper in view.

?Ted’ then insists on changing ?Roger’s’ soiled diaper as a sign of love. The intern is just happy he doesn’t have to do it and agrees quickly, leaving the two men alone. This embarrasses and enrages Ted even more and leaves him apoplectic.

The new Ted mocked the old Ted, “for being such a big baby and pooping his pampers and not even telling a ’gwown-up’ that he ’made a stinky’.” Roger disgustedly removed the soiled diaper and quickly slid a new one underneath, not even bothering to wipe Ted’s bottom and tapes it inexpertly on to the bound, enraged and humiliated man. The nurse who changed him next would find Ted with a horribly painful diaper rash.

Ted tries to calm down for the evaluation. But his painful, itchy bottom leaves him irritated and surly. Not to mention the other results of Roger’s visit.

The doctor’s speech isn’t very comforting and Ted wonders where the doctor is going with this. The doctor senses his discomfort and suggests he might be more comfortable in some clothes from home. Ted immediately nods his agreement, hoping to get the gag and straight-jacket removed, even if he is hopeless about getting the damned diaper off for now.

While the doctor pulled out an outfit from an expensive looking suitcase, he said. “Your ’friend’ brought these by, hoping you would be more comfortable in them. He showed me pictures of how relaxed you were wearing them at home.” The Psychiatrist holds up a frilly yellow taffeta dress and a pair of black Mary-Janes, smiling as if he were conferring a favor to a senile old pervert.

Realizing Rogers latest trick, Ted lost it. He jumped up and waddled over to the doctor, ramming him in the chest with his head. The orderly came rushing in at the sound of the commotion and injected Ted with a needle.

As he was drifting off, Ted heard the doctor speaking. "I was afraid of this. No progress at all. I am going to recommend a permanent transfer to an institution. Fortunately, your ?boyfriend’ (Ted could hear the sneer in the man’s voice) has found one that will take you already. I am recommending a full incontinence and drug regimen. But, I still hold out some hope for you. I am sending along your ’outfits’ to the institution with you and insisting you be allowed to wear them all the time. It just might be enough to tip the scales for a full recovery.”

Ted passed out.

Two months later:

Ted sat, restrained in a wheelchair; virtually ignored, drool coming from the corner of his mouth and onto the plastic-backed, flowery terry cloth bib. On it was printed, "My name is Rhonda! Please check my diapers!"

To the staff, it was a gift from a newly married couple that was apparently close to the patient and the orderlies and nurses made sure to use it, in case the couple came to visit. Besides, it kept the laundry down and kept the pink, empire-waist party dress clean and looking new. According to letters from the one man that truly knew the patient, it was his favorite. Though for the first month he was there, the patient would always protest violently having to put any of the ridiculous looking outfits on.

Fortunately, the new doctor on staff worked wonders with this patient. Now he was much more docile. Even though he seldom did much at all, no one on the staff that had to deal with Ted on a daily basis were complaining.

Ted was in a fog due to the drugs the "new doctor" was testing on him. He had recognized the man right away as the doctor who had performed this abomination on him in the first place. The ?doctor’ cheerfully admitted everything, including how ’Ted’ got him this new appointment so he could have plenty of guinea pigs for his experiments. After all who would believe anything a crazy person like ?Roger’ said.

“Not that you will be talking much with the new regimen of drugs you will be starting today anyways.” The ?doctor’ had said, smiling evilly. “I have taken over your case. Your previous doctor gladly gave up one of his ?hopeless patients’ to devote more time to those whom he could help.” The madman got up and advanced on Ted holding a large syringe. Ted screamed into his gag. He barely felt the pin prick.

The drugs were powerful and they had begun working almost immediately. Nowadays, Ted was totally aware of his surroundings, but almost completely unable to interact with them. His mind and body were there, but only he and his doctor knew it. He was little more than an observer to the daily humiliations handed out to him by an uncaring staff.

Apparently word of his trial had gotten around the staff room. Now, one of the male orderlies from the night shift came in, and on pretense of changing his diaper, screwed Ted up his butt two or three times a week. mistakenly believing the poor man’s groans and his thrashing about was in pleasure.

A young woman in a candy striper’s uniform came along holding an opened package and a magazine. Standing next to her was a young man dressed in a suit. The tag on her vest read “My name is Penelope! How may I help you?” As it was the end of the candy-stripers’ shift, he surmised the kid with her was picking her up for a date. The boy wore a disgusted, half-mocking sneer as he looked at the pitiful excuse for a man before him.

"Hi, Woger! Whoopsie! I mean Whonda!" the nineteen year old buxom brunette giggled, then smiled cheerily, not expecting an answer. "Wooks wike someone was finking about you!! Yes, they wewe!" She lisped, pulling out a stuffed bear with a cloth diaper sewn onto its waist and a bib around its neck. The bib matched the one Ted was drooling into. But it read, "My name is Teddy!" instead.

The candy-striper placed the toy on Ted’s lap and continued to speak in baby talk, (as did all the staff members, per the request of his new doctor). "They sent a special picture-book awong too! Is it somebody Widdle Wonda knows?" She held up the cover the magazine, lifting Ted’s chin up so he could get a proper view. It was the newest edition of People magazine.

On the cover was a picture of himself! Well, it appeared to be him, but was really the man who used to inhabit the body Ted was currently in. In the picture, Ted was standing next to Jenna - Ted’s former girlfriend. The two of them were wearing expensive designer clothes and walking arm-in-arm down a plush red carpet. Jenna was wearing a wedding dress (the sub-caption said it was a custom Vera Wang that cost $12,000). The head-line read, "THE HAPPIEST COUPLE IN THE WORLD!!"

Ted moaned to himself and rocked side-to-side despairingly. It was as much as he could make his body do anymore. He wanted to scream, he wanted to kill someone; the bastards who had stolen his life and reduced him to this; Jenna- who should have realized she had married an imposter, the doctors who had signed his life away, even this vapidly smiling candy-striper, who brought her boyfriend to see him in this humiliating state. He would kill them all - as soon as he got his body back under his control.

"Ooh! Wooky Hewe! What’s this?!" The bubble-head exclaimed, holding up a hand-written note that was tucked into the page of the main article. She read aloud, "Dear Woger; my new wife is very interested in meeting the man who changed my life around and after much pleading, I caved in and agreed to introduce her to you. We have spoken to your doctor and he has agreed to let us take you out for a day. He suggested sending a nurse, but my wife, Jenna, assured him that she knew about your condition and was more than willing to humor your taste in clothes and change any wet- or soiled diapers you make. She said it would be good practice for when we have babies of our own. Jenna can be very persuasive as you know..."

The young woman looked at Ted in confusion, "How would you know, if you haven’t met her before, widdle Whonda? That’s just silly!" She shrugged to herself and continued reading. "... as you know, and the doctor relented. So be ready for a wonderful day outside at the park next week! My wife hired a videographer to capture this special day. She promised to send you a copy so you can watch it often and remember us. She even bought you a special pink stroller to match your favorite outfit! Isn’t that wonderful? Who knows? Maybe we could make it an annual event if things go well. You could stay a couple of nights at our place and meet our kids. Oh yeah. I forget to mention. My wife, Jenna, is pregnant! Isn’t that wonderful? -P.S. I hope you like the bear. His name is Teddy too! Signed, Mr. and Mrs.Theodore Evans."

"Well is that nice? A Day in the park? With normal people? Won’t that be just the bestest widdle Woger? I mean, Whonda? Huh?" Penelope tucked the note into the magazine and placed both objects in the basket attached to his wheelchair with all of his diapering supplies. “Well, bye Whonda! Me and Jimmy are going out on a date!” She then grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and walked to the exit. Ted watched them go in relief, glad at least that neither of them had noticed that the smell coming from underneath his dress.

As Ted watched them go though, he saw the boy murmur something to the bubble-headed candy striper. Penelope turned and looked back at Ted, wrinkling her nose before speaking aloud to her beau. "Don’t worry about it. One of the nurses will smell it and change him later. There’s no rush. He’s used to sitting in poopy diapers for hours at a time."

She looked at Ted and smiled. "Isn’t that right, you big stupid, stinky-pants, diaper girl?" The two of them turned and left, laughing uproariously.

Ted Continued to sit in his chair and drool into his bib, but inside he was desperately screaming to get out.

End

 

---