You have been waiting all month to open the big box of goodies under our tree, and it is finally time. It's not quite what you expected, though. You expect a new game console, a new computer, anything but what I actually gave you. I sit and watch, explaining why I bought every present and why you need them. Honestly, our relationship has been going this way for a while. You expect me to do all the work while you laze about. I quickly decided that's not what's going to happen anymore. So I put together this little regression kit to tell you how you will be taken down in mental size and made into my own regressed, diapered husband!