You looked around at your apartment. Your life wasn't glamorous. In fact, now that Jessica had left there was no reason to continue caring. All of your stuff could be replaced. According to Chronotron Industries, they would even take care of selling all of your possessions and ending your lease. A few clicks later and you found yourself signed up to be regressed.
A cab was sent over and within the hour you had arrived at Chronotron Industries. You were led inside into the building and taken down a long hallway. You were ushered by the receptionist into the Chronotron room. A large, menacing tube was in the middle of the room. You gulped as you walked forward.
"Thank you for applying to be regressed," A robotic voice called out from the machine. "We find it best to not interact with subjects until they are safely locked into the Chronotron."
A pair of mechanical arms appeared from the ceiling and grabbed your arms. Several more arms came down and removed your clothes. The arms dragged your naked body towards the tube. You had volunteered for this, why were they treating you so horribly?
As you were locked into the tube a woman wearing a lab coat walked into the room.
"Good morning," She said as she looked you up and down. "We'll have you regressed in no time. There are an awful lot of families looking to adopt today."
"What's going on?" You asked. "Why did the arms attack me?"
"We have sensors attached to every application," The woman explained. "Your application indicated that you were a flight risk. We make sure that everyone who agrees to be regressed follows through with their contract. Now, you have one final big boy choice before you're regressed back to babyhood."
The woman's explanation made no sense to you. Sure, you may have considered changing your mind, but their reaction was absurd. There was no way they would have been able to tell that you were thinking of running based solely on your application.
"Ahem," The woman said as she cleared her throat. It was clear that she was annoyed you weren't listening. "As I was saying, your final big boy choice. All of the parents today have requested a different age for their child. The youngest age is a week old, while the oldest age is a four years old. There are also several ages in between. You are going to be responsible for choosing your parents. We have a wheel of ages, and a wheel of parents. If you spin the wheel of ages then we'll regress you to that age and you'll go home with the parents who chose that age. If you select to spin the wheel of parents then you'll be regressed to the age that the winning parents selected on their application. So make your final big boy decision now, because you won't be making any for a long time."
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