Young Women'S College Chastity League

fyunch · August 26, 2012

Preamble

This story takes place in the 'New Beginnings' world of "Rehabilitating

Cathy." However, it involves a different aspect of the world and

introduces a new technology. Readers contrasting this story with

"Rehabilitating Cathy" will find it significantly less 'hard core'

though not without strong sexual elements and scenarios.

Stylistically this story is an experiment. Rather than have the

entire plot entirely framed out and mostly written as I start, I

plan to construct this story as a number of self-contained vignettes.

These vignettes will, largely, involve the same characters in various

combinations. After I have done presenting all of the bits and

pieces you will be able to assemble a sequential story out of them,

but they will be presented out of sequence. I will endeavor to

avoid deus ex machina by presenting key facts before scenarios that

depend on them. But it may require some rereading, analysis, and

reflection to figure out just what is going on and how all of the

machinery operates.

fyunch · August 26, 2012

In the Beginning

Dean Harker was not looking forward to the meeting that was about

to start. It wasn't because the topic was new to him nor that he

expected to have any trouble handling the discussion. It was because

he found the topic annoying and distasteful.

He pressed the small red button on the side of the imposing telephone

instrument prominently displayed on his grand dark oak desk.

"Yes, Dean Harker," came the voice of his assistant.

"Are they ready?" he asked.

"Yes, sir. There are about thirty-five of them in this group. I've put

them in the large conference room. Here's a list they gave me with each

one's name along with the name of his or her student."

"Thirty-five! Quite a few. Are they organized? Is there an obvious

leader?"

"Yes sir, there's a Mrs Crossly who identifies herself as the leader.

This bunch even has a name."

"A name, hey," Harker smiled, "let me have it."

Jennifer Wesly cleared her throat theatrically, "Mothers For Chastity,

sir," she giggled.

"Heaven forfend!" exclaimed Dean Harker. "Well, pop in and tell

them that I'll be with them in a moment. And I presume that Emily

Hanson and her henchpeople are on hand for when I need them?"

"Yes, sir," replied his assistant. "I called Miss Hanson as soon

as I read the demands from the group. She's waiting with her staff

and special guests in the small conference room. They were in the

middle of a, uh, costume change when I stopped by a few minutes

ago, but they tell me that they'll be ready to take over whenever

you need them."

Dean Harker looked down the list. Part way down the page he raised

his eyebrows and looked surprised. Turning to the low shelf behind

his desk he pulled out a thick hardbound green book that looked old

and well-thumbed. Embossed in gold leaf on the cover were the

words, "Alumni History." Quickly leafing through the book he found

an entry. He read a paragraph and laughed. "Mothers For Chastity,"

he chuckled, "well I guess there's at least one of you ladies who's

paying big royalties to whomever holds the patent on hypocrisy."

Still chuckling, Dean Harker rose from his desk and strode from the

room.

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The room was dominated by a large central conference table. Two

large windows at one end overlooked a grassy quad dotted with stately

old trees. Paved walkways cut across the quad in various directions,

with brown pathways cutting the grass where enterprising students

had picked better routes between classes.

The table was lined with large comfortable chairs most of which

were occupied by a gaggle of well-turned-out middle-aged women.

The walls on the two long sides of the room were lined with more

chairs, and many of these were also occupied. The two chairs at

the head of the conference table were empty and Dean Harker sat in

one of them, opening a notebook of pale green paper as he did so.

Harker's assistant, Jennifer Wesley, followed him in to the room

and sat in the other empty chair. She opened a thick folder in

front of her and looked expectantly at Harker.

Harker looked around the room patiently. The women quieted down

quickly and turned to face him expectantly.

Dean Harker cleared his throat and began, "How do you do, ladies?

I am Joe Harker, dean of student life here at Hull College. I

gather that you have something that you'd like to discuss. May I

know who is," he paused, referring to something written in his

notebook, "Ms Jane Crossley?"

Several of the assembled women looked toward a a slender brunette

with hair to her shoulders dressed in a smart yellow wool suit who

was seated in the middle of one of the long sides of the table, to

the Dean's right. She lifted her right hand from the folder full

of papers in front of her and raised it slightly, to the level

of her head.

"How may I be of service to you?" the Dean asked politely.

Jane Crossley had a voice that was clear and easily understood. It

wasn't a particularly pleasant voice, being somewhat nasal and

revealing an accent from her urban hardscrabble roots. "Thank you

for taking the time to talk with us, Dean Harker," said Crossley,

"All of us are mothers of Freshmen girls here at Hull College. We

are all very happy that our daughters are here at Hull, particularly

since a good number of us are alumnae of the college ourselves."

At this the Dean smiled broadly and swept the room with his warm

gaze, meeting the eyes of several of the assembled mothers, who

returned his gaze aggressively if nervously.

Crossley continued, "However what brings us to you as a group today

is a number of items from the local newspapers and from the student

weekly published in the past few years." She pulled a handful of

newspaper clippings from the folder on the table in front of her.

"We are alarmed by the indications that Hull College condones, or

at least turns a blind eye toward, drinking, drug use, and premarital

sex among the students. We are here to discuss what measures the

school is taking to protect the morality, chastity, and virginity

of our daughters."

The Dean took a deep breath. "Let me assure you," he began pompously,

"that Hull College does not condone any sexual activity among our

students. In addition, the school takes a very stern view of alcohol

consumption by any student under the legal drinking age of 21. And

we have establiblished a very clear zero tolerance policy toward

any and all illegal drugs. The health service, of course, does

provide certain services to students, as required by law, but the

Administration has no voice in that."

Crossley held up one of the news clips, "Here's an article from a

coed at Hull talking about how outraged she was when her boyfriend

did something disgusting to her while they were in the midst of

sex! It was published in the student newspaper." She went on, her

voice rising in volume and shrillness, "And here's another one in

which a Hull coed writes about ten different boys she's had intercourse

with, rating each one of them on his performance! How can you say

with a straight face that Hull does not condone fornication and

inchastity among the students when you permit this ... this ...

perverted pornography in the student newspaper!"

This outburst had the effect of agitating the assembled mothers,

who nodded and murmered angrily in support of their leader's words.

Warming to her task and to her audience, Jane Crossley held up

another clipping and continued, "Here's an item from the local

newspaper about the police arresting a couple, a boy and a girl,

from Hull College, late at night at a public pool. It seems that

they snuck in after the facility closed and got caught having sex

in the pool. They were photographed nude in handcuffs!"

"Ladies, ladies," said the Dean, soothingly, making patting motions

with his hands as if to calm the agitated women down. "I will

attempt to address your concerns, but you will need to understand

the limits on an institution such as ours. Back in the day when

you were students, whether here or elsewhere, colleges and universities

operated under the doctrine of 'loco parentis.' You were considered

children until you were twenty-one years old, so the school was

delegated by your parents to act for them. That made it much easier

to establish controls that gave your parents comfort that your moral

education and in particular your chastity would be protected to the

extent possible."

"Of course," he continued, smiling knowingly, "no school is perfect

and young men and women are highly motivated to evade these controls,

so there were unsatisfactory incidents even then." He noticed that

several of the assmbled mothers blushed and looked down.

"Today, however," he went on, "we are confronted with a far more

difficult situation. First of all, Federal law establishes that

your children are legally considered adults from age eighteen. We

operate today under a law called the Federal Educational Rights and

Privacy Act that establishes that students over eighteen years of

age are adults. It means that we can not disclose information about

them to you without their written approval and that we have little

in the way of leverage to influence their personal behavior."

The Dean looked around the room while this information sank in.

Then he resumed, "Fortunately, while the institution itself is

constrained in its actions, there is nothing that stops you from

contracting with a private company to act on your behalf. In a few

minutes I'll be introducing you to a young woman who represents a

private sector organization called New Beginnings. Over the last

decade or so New Beginnings has undertaken the task of managing the

moral behavior of selected young women at schools like Hull, with

considerable success, in my opinion."

"While the college's hands are tied in dealing with these topics,

New Beginnings has a range of proven techniques that it can employ

at your direction, with some limited initial cooperation from your

student. In a few minutes you will hear from Miss Emily Hanson,

the New Beginnings agent on our campus, and she will take you through

the details of the program, the costs, and the consent options."

Harker's assistant rose and left the room by the doorway behind

him.

"Hull College, along with a number of other colleges nationwide,

was offered the New Beginnings program almost ten years ago. As

administrators we have been impressed by the effectiveness of these

private sector approaches to addressing the failings of public

sector institutions in situations like this."

Harkin continued, "We have been quite impressed with the level of

satisfaction expressed by the parents of the young women who have

been enrolled in the program. I'm happy to report that on a

statistical basis New Beginnings girls have a higher rate of

graduation, higher percentage on the Dean's List, and a higher

percentage are married five years after graduation." There was an

appreciative buzz from the assembled Mothers For Chastity at the

statistical summary.

The door opened and Jennifer Wesley entered, followed by four women.

Three appeared to be students, while the fourth appeared to be

middle aged.

Two of the women appeard to be mother and daughter. Both had red

hair and gray eyes with very similar facial structures. The younger

woman was a couple of inches taller than the older one but both

were of medium height and build. The daughter was strikingly pretty

and you could see that in her youth the mother had been blessed

with similar looks. The daughter was dressed in a very feminine

dress with a fitted bodice that emphasized her shapely upper body

and a full skirt that reached slightly below her knees. The daughter

had a small leather backpack slung over one shoulder by one strap.

Incongruously, she wore around her neck, as if it were a necklace,

a silver chain from which hung what appeared to be a slightly larger

instance of a baby's pacifier made of what looked like sterling

silver. The mother wore a gray skirt with a severe white blouse

and carried an attractive handbag from a very well-known high-end

fashion house.

The Dean said, "Ladies, let me introduce Emily Hanson of New

Beginnings." A tall young woman who looked like a student waved

her hand to acknowledge the introduction. "I'll let her introduce

her companions and make her presentation. Afterwards I'll come

back to chat with you and wrap up the meeting."

Emily Hanson took the seat vacated by Dean Harker and looked around

at the women seated around the room as he left the room.

"How do you do, ladies?" Hanson said, "My name, as Dean Harker

said, is Emily Hanson. I am the resident officer for New Beginnings

here at Hull College. Let me introduce to you three other people."

"This is Raquel Hollister," Hanson said, pointing at a petite

brunette with short curly hair. "She is my second-in-command from

New Beginnings here at Hull College. Raquel is also a recent alumna

of Hull College and of the New Beginnings program." Hollister

waved her hand and nodded her head to the women in the room.

"And now let me introduce a pair of New Beginnings clients here at

Hull. Lisa Wagner," she said, pointing at the young redhead, "is

starting her senior year here at Hull College. Her mother Linda,"

indicating the older woman, "enrolled Lisa in our program in her

freshman year. She was concerned, as you are, with the dangers

that she perceived to her daughter's chastity and virginity and

wanted to ensure that there was a strong hand here dedicated to

appropriate moral education for her daughter."

"I will start with a very brief outline of the New Beginnings program

to orient you, then we will give you a few minutes for Q&A with

Linda and Lisa. After that Raquel and I will discuss the program

in greater depth. Those of you who wish to sign your daughter up

for New Beginnings will then have an opportunity to do so."

"So, before we start the Q&A, I'll describe the basic outlines of

the New Beginnings program. New Beginnings is a public corporation,

listed on the NASDAQ stock market, that has been engaged in education

and behavioral modification for young women for about thirty years.

We operate a number of residential facilities of our own, operate

facilities owned by a number of other institutions, and we provide

services at facilities, like Hull College, operated by organizations

that have chosen to partner with us."

"Our program is based on a set of proprietary technologies and

techniques that our founder, Melissa Strange, developed as a principal

investigator at a major research institution in Europe. New

Beginnings maintains an active research program to refine and further

develop these techniques."

"While I can not divulge the details of our proprietary behavior

modification techniques, I can say that they are generally successful

and that our clients at institutions like Hull College are by and

large quite satisfied with the outcomes. At this point I'll turn

the floor over to Linda Wagner and her daughter Lisa. Linda will

tell you about her decision to enroll Lisa in the program and her

views of the results and then you can ask her and her daughter about

their experiences with the program."

"Linda?" said Hanson, turning to the elder Wagner.

"Thank you, Emily," said Linda Wagner. "Welcome to Hull College,

girls. Three years ago I was where you are today. I had just

brought my precious daughter to college far from home. While I was

very excited for her educational prospects here, I was very concerned

with what I had heard about the risks that confront college girls

these days. My husband and I had raised Lisa as a well-behaved and

moral girl but we were afraid that she would be exposed to temptations

that would overwhelm the education that we had given her and lead

her to sin and vice."

"So three years ago I received a presentation very much like this

one, and heard from the mother of an upper class girl. I signed

Lisa up with New Beginnings and my husband and I have been very

happy with the outcome. New Beginnings provides supervision and

surveillance of the daughters of clients here and intervenes to

head off undesirable situations quite effectively. The result is

that Lisa has continued to live a virtuous life. My husband and I

are confident that when we give her to her future husband at the

altar sometime in the not distant future we will be giving him a

virtuous and virginal girl well prepared to make a home for him,

raise his children virtously, and be in every way a perfect helpmeet."

"I was very pleased to learn that our daughter was to share a room

in a girls-only dormatory and that, in addition, her floor was given

over entirely to girls in the New Beginnings program. Visits by

boys to the floor are strictly regulated and very limited and there

is absolutely no tolerance for alcohol or drug use among the

residents."

"In the time since Lisa came to Hull my husband and I have been

delighted to see that the methods used by New Beginnings have been

remarkably effective in helping Lisa to, as Scripture says, 'honor

her father and mother' and have made her even better behaved than

she was when she was at home. As you know, high school can be a

terribly trying time for both parents and daughters."

During this speech Lisa stood beside her mother, looking down

modestly, and toying with the silver pendant hanging around her

neck. The pendant appeared, to several of the mothers in the room,

to be an enlargement in silver of a toddler's pacifier.

The assembled Mothers for Chastity looked approvingly on daughter

and mother. They saw a demure young woman dressed modestly in a

yellow dress that showed her upper figure to advantage with a full

skirt whose hem fell below her knees.

At this point Emily Hanson spoke up, addressing the audience,

"Perhaps you would like to ask Linda and her daughter some questions

about the program now?"

There was an awkward silence in the large room as the assembled mothers

tried to find the courage to speak. Finally, Jane Crossley cleared her

throat and said, "Linda, how confident are you that Lisa's behavior is

what your husband and you want?"

Linda glanced at Lisa, who blushed and looked down. Linda said,

"We're very confident. We have regular reports both from New

Beginnings and from the school. In addition, we are privy to many

intimate details of our daughter's life here at Hull. Without

giving away any of New Beginnings' secrets all I can say is that

there is no doubt in my mind that Lisa is behaving herself."

One of the mothers said, "Lisa, how do you like the New Beginnings

program?"

Lisa hesitated for a few moments before saying in a quiet but

well-modulated voice, "Well, it was a bit of a challenge when I

started, but I'm pretty used to it now. I can not really imagine

not being in the program at this point. I don't really mind it and

I know that it helps me keep my attention focused on my school work.

I do appreciate the help that the program gives me in maintaining

proper discipline in my work."

Priscilla Stanislas spoke next, "Lisa, how do you find the New

Beginnings regimen? Does it interfere with your studies? Do you

have a normal social life?"

Lisa took a deep breath. "At the start the New Beginnings system

was a bit of a shock, but very quickly I got used to it. It's been

part of my daily life for so long now that I can't imagine life

without it, to be truthful. I'm active in my sorority, Omega Eta

Tau, and I'm doing well in my studies. I've been on the Dean's

list since my Sophomore year and I expect to graduate with honors,

so I think I can say that New Beginnings doesn't interfere with my

life."

With the ice broken the questions began to fly thick and fast.

Melissa Rhinehart, sitting along the wall behind Linda and Lisa,

noticed that the daughter was beginning to fidget, shifting her

weight from foot to foot and making small movements with her hips.

Linda seemed to notice her daughters discomfort after a while. At

one point, while Lisa was answering a question, Linda reached over

and put the palm of her hand on her daughter's hip, resting it

lightly on her haunch where the full skirt swelled. Melissa thought

she heard a faint hissing sound, though she couldn't be sure.

"What are you majoring in," asked another mother.

"I'm a media and communications major," said Lisa.

"How do you like the dorm," came another question.

"It's actually nice to be on a floor dedicated to New Beginnings

students. It means that I'm not bothered out by students who don't

necessarily know or understand the program."

"Do you have a boyfriend, Lisa," asked another.

"Well, I am friendly with a number of boys. We go out to movies

and we have dinner in the cafeteria sometimes. I don't really have

a steady boyfriend right now. I don't really have time for such

things, what with my studies. Some of the other New Beginnings

girls have steady boyfriends, but I don't happen to."

"When do they let boys visit your room?"

"Visiting hours are after dinner from 7:00 to 8:30. When there's

a boy in your room you are required to keep the door open at least

the diameter of the wastepaper basket, and the RA patrols the floor

continuously during visiting hours."

"Linda, why do you let your daughter participate in a sorority?"

Lisa's mother replied, "Well, Lisa's father and I both had wonderful

experiences with Greek life when we were students, though some of

the things that our brothers and sisters got up to are not what we

wanted for our daughter. We were very happy to learn that New

Beginnings sponsors a sorority, Omega Eta Tau, and we supported

Lisa when she decided to rush them. It's a dry sorority, so there's

no drinking and no nonsense."

"That looks a bit like a pacifier around your neck, Lisa. What's

that about?"

Lisa blushed and dropped her hands, which had been nervously playing

with the silver pacifier, to her sides. "Yes, it's a sterling

silver pacifier. I can't really explain it, but they are really

in fashion on lots of campuses these days. All the girls have

them."

One of the mothers sitting along the wall spoke up, "Is the dorm

floor you live on dry?"

Lisa blushed and stumbled a bit in her reply, "Well, our floor is

strictly alcohol-free, if that's what you mean by dry, ma'am."

After another five or ten minutes the pace of questions dropped

off, at which point Emily Hanson stood up. She thanked Lisa and

her mother for their generosity with their time in agreeing to meet

with the group. Linda and Lisa departed to a chorus of thanks from

the Mothers for Chastity and a scattering of applause.

After the the two had left and the door was closed Emily turned back

to the assembled group. "OK," she said, "now that you've all heard

the outline of the program I will explain the costs, the key terms of

the contract that we offer, and the steps necessary if you wish to

enrol your daughter in the program."

"First of all, however, is there any one who has decided, based on

what they've heard so far, that they are not interested in learning

any more? We won't detain any one who doesn't want to be here, of

course."

There were a few moments as the assembled mothers looked around from

one to another, shaking their heads and murmering.

No one expressed any reservations or left, so Emily then launched into

a summary of the various tiers of the New Beginnings program and the

cost per semester. She described the network of affiliated schools

and institutions to which New Beginnings members had access and detailed

the numbers of students from Hull who took advantage of the opportunity

to transfer to one of the affiliated programs for a semester or a year.

Finally she asked the assembled Mothers for Chastity who wanted to

proceed with enrolling her daughter in the program. Two mothers

got up and left the room.

After the two dropouts had left Emily turned and put her hands on

her hips and asked, "OK, now we get into the nitty gritty details.

Are there any of you who has a daughter under 18 who you want to

enrol in our program?"

Three of the women raised their hands. Emily said to them, "OK,

I'll ask you to come back and meet with me separately tomorrow. It

turns out that our program works best if the girl is able to sign

the contract as an adult. There are some ways to deal with this,

but we generally prefer to only enroll girls after they turn 18.

We'll work out plans with each of you so that your daughter can

enter the program shortly after her 18th birthday." The three women

gathered up their purses and coats and left as a group after arranging

to meet with Emily the next morning.

At this point Emily opened a box sitting on one of the chairs and

started distributing folders full of paperwork to the remaining

mothers, of whom there were still over thirty. "Please read the

agreement and sign each of the copies, and initial every page in

the small circle at the lower left. Look at the consent agreement

for your daughter. Look at the fee form and fill it out. Make a

check for the suggested deposit to 'New Beginnings'. If you prefer,

we do accept credit cards. There's a place on the back of the fee

form to put your credit card information. As soon as you've finished

that we'll talk about getting your daughter's consent."

Emily sat down while the mothers busied themselves with the paperwork

in the folders. From time to time one of the mothers came over to

Emily to ask a question. After a short conference the mother would

return to her seat at the conference table and resume working on

the paperwork. After about ten minutes it was clear that the bulk

of the work was finished and Emily stood up at the head of the table

again.

"At this point we're done with everything except for getting your

daughter to sign her part of the contract. There are a number of

ways to go from here, but let me suggest the strategy that we have

found has proven most successful in the past."

Hansen paused dramatically, looking around the quiet room at the

mothers, all looking expectantly at her.

"Misdirection."

"Over the next day or two your daughter will be signing an immense

amount of paperwork. I suggest that you simply wait until there's

a goodly amount of stuff for her to sign accumulated and then simply

add this to the pile and rush her through the signing process."

There was some suprised murmuring among the women, at which point

Jane Crossley stood up and addressed her group, "Ladies, I know

that my daughter wouldn't sign up for a behavior modification program

if I spelled it out for her, so I intend to do precisely what Emily

suggests. And if you know what's good for you, you'll do the same."

Several of the mothers nodded their heads firmly with stern expressions

on their faces and, slowly, the hesitant mothers were won over.

Emily addressed the mothers, "OK, so please give me your signed

contract, your fee form, and your check, if you're paying by check.

There's a campus envelope along with the agreement for your daughter

to sign. Once she's signed it simply put it into the envelope and

drop it into any of the campus mailboxes. Or you can fax it to me

at the number on the form. Each folder has my card, which includes

my contact information. Please feel free to call me, text me, or

send me email at any time and I will keep you apprised of your

daughter's progress in the program."

Emily continued, "The final item of business for us today is also

the start of the New Beginnings program for your daughter. How

many of your daughers haf iPods or other music players? Or better

yet, please raise your hand if your daughter does not have a music

player."

There were a few seconds of silence as everyone looked around. No hands

were raised.

"OK," Emily went on, "that's excellent. I'm passing around to you

a card to give to your daughter. It has on it the URL and an access

code to a a website called New Beats that she can download music

from for her iPod. New Beats has a huge selection of music. It

is important that your daughter sign up for this service and download

as much music as possible. On this music library is virtually every

kind of music that undergrad girls listen to. She can download

this music without charge - the service is included as part of the

New Beginnings program. You should encourage her to replace her

existing music with the tracks from our service. Point out that

the music is fully licensed and that our copies are at a higher

sampling rate and better resolution than any CD and better than any

other music service on the Internet."

"What if she doesn't want to switch," asked one of the mothers.

"Encourage her, but don't make a big deal about it. We'll follow

up with her after she settles in and make sure that she switches

over to New Beats," said Emily. "As I said, we have all sorts

of music, from hiphop to grunge to death metal to jazz to classical

and even plainsong, to accommodate every taste. I will make you a

bet that there is no musical style that your daughter likes that

we can't provide her with."

After passing the cards around to the mothers, Emily wrapped up,

"Thank you very much for your attention and support. Good day,

ladies."

sarah_ab · August 26, 2012

A very nice start. I cannot wait to read more!

babyredhead · August 26, 2012

Great start!

Princess Pottypants · August 26, 2012

I was very excited to see you had a new story, and I wasn't disappointed. This is a very intriguing start, and I can't wait to see where it goes from here!

fyunch · August 26, 2012

Thanks for your comment. I am exploring some new directions ... involuntary but without violence, inspired by some very clever ideas that I've seen in other writing here and on other boards. Someday maybe I can ascend to the pinnacles of subtlety achieved by the likes of freswith!

diaperpt · August 28, 2012

fyunch, great start. No matter in which direction you go, I'm sure this is going to be a very fun and interesting story!

fyunch · September 3, 2012

I Dig Rock and Roll Music

Marianne Leicester had settled in comfortably to her dorm room at

Hull College. Her roommate, the petite blonde Pamela Stanislas,

and she had rapidly become close friends. Their height and build

difference - Marianne was tall while Pam was petite - meant that

they could not share clothes, except, oddly enough, panties and

bras, but they had similar taste in accessories and cosmetics and

these they shared back and forth generously.

Both girls loved music, and the room was full of sound whenever

both were awake. While they had quite a bit of contemporary popular

music in common, each brought to the dorm room a lot of music that

was unknown to the other. Thus practically every evening featured discoveries

shared by one girl with the other. The speaker system was treated

to frequent changes of iPods as each girl eagerly plugged in her

electronic gadget in order to demonstrate something to the other.

"I'm glad we have that New Beats music service. I don't know how

they give it to us for free, but it's let me replace all my low

quality rips. And now I can get the great music that I'm discovering

from you!" gushed Pamela. "I had no idea there was so much great

music."

"Yeah, I wish I hadn't bought so much stuff from the iTunes Store

when I was in High School," said Marianne ruefully, "since the

f***ing DRM crap keeps me from sharing the tracks with you. I'm

just replacing it all with the same recordings from New Beats, but

it takes time."

"Oh, well," said Pamela, "it's almost five o'clock. I'm going to

call my mom in a few minutes."

"Oh, right," said Marianne, jumping up and grabbing a sweater and

her cellphone. "I'll go call my parents. I'll be back by six.

Want to go over to the Salad Barista for dinner tonight?"

"Yeah, that sounds good," nodded Pam, "it's falafel night on Sundays

and I love their hot sauce."

"Rockin'," said Marianne, "See you at six," and she left the room,

closing the door behind her.

At the dot of five Pamela dialed her mother's home number on her

smartphone. Pamela and her mother had an agreement that she would

call at 5PM every Sunday so that mom would have news of Pam to share

at Sunday dinner with Pam's two younger siblings and any other

friends or relatives that might be over. In order to give Pam

privacy Marianne would leave the room and go somewhere else to read

or study. Lately she had started using the opportunity to make her

own weekly call home. Marianne and her parents had not established

a regular schedule of calls home, but she was close to them and

called her mother two or three times each week. Sunday late afternoon

before dinner time was a good time to find her parents at home, so

they had settled into an informal pattern.

"Hi, Mom, it's Pam!"

Pause.

"Everything's great here. Midterms are in two weeks, so I've got

two papers to finish and I'm studing for three tests. It's tough,

but I'm having a good time."

Pause.

"How's grandpa's hip? Is he getting around better now?"

Longer pause.

"I'm physically fine. Lately the stress has been getting to me a

bit, I think. The last several nights I've woken up in the middle

of the night with such an urge to pee that I had to jump out of bed

and run to the girls' room. One night I made a little spot in my

panties."

Pause.

"No, mom, I'm not sick. It's just the stress from all the work.

I'll be fine once midterms are over."

Long pause.

"No, mom, I'm not sick. I feel fine. I'm eating well, I am

maintaining my weight just fine."

Pause.

"OK, OK, mom," Pam said exasperatedly, "I'll go to the health center

and have them check me out."

Pause.

"That's a good idea. I'll get some pads and put one in my panties

at night until I've got some advice from the doctor."

Pause.

"No, I won't be home for the long weekend after midterms. There's

a field trip in Physics. We're visiting a factory where they make

special metals for jet engines."

The conversation continued for about 45 minutes, covering a range

of topics. As it wrapped up, Pam's mother returned to an earlier

topic.

"Yes, mom, I'll call the health center for an appointment first

thing tomorrow. And I'll stop in the sundries shop at the student

center after dinner for some pads."

Pause.

"I love you, mom. And give grandpa a big hug for me and tell him

I miss him."

Pam put her smartphone away after disconnecting the call. She

sighed and crossed her arms pensively. After a few minutes the

door opened and Pam's roommate Marianne came in.

"Hey, how was your call with your mom," asked Marianne.

"It was fine. Everyone's good. My grandfather's hip replacement

surgery has made him a lot more comfortable."

"That's good to hear. Is he doing physical therapy?"

"Yes. Theres a PT coming to his house three times a week and my

mom says that he's working hard at the exercises despite the pain

and is gaining mobility," said Pam.

"Cool. You can go walking with him when you're home on spring

break."

"Yeah, I really enjoy taking long walks with him and I'm glad he'll

be able to do it again. How are your parents and all?"

"Everyone's doing fine. My brother is settling in to high school

just fine. He's doing well in his classes and he likes being the

oldest kid in the house now that I'm away." Marianne continued,

"My dad says that he and my sister both miss me and that Sunday

dinner is always full of talk about what's happening with me."

"Yeah, they miss you when you're gone, at least in the beginning.

Is your brother still asking for your room?"

"No," said Marianne, "not after I threatened to kick his butt the

next time I came home."

"Better be careful," chuckled Pam. "He'll be bigger than you one

of these days and physical threats won't work any more."

"Make hay while the sun shines, then," laughed Marianne.

"Come on, let's go get dinner," said Pam grabbing her purse and a

sweater and heading for the door. "Do you mind if we stop at the

student center? I want to stop at the shop and pick up some pads."

"I thought you preferred 'pons," queried Marianne.

"I do," nodded Pamela, "but it's for something else. I'll tell you

on the walk."

-----

"Oh, shit! Not again!"

"What's wrong," asked Marianne, alarmed.

"I wet myself again," exclaimed Pam. "This is the third night this

week," she moaned.

"Geez," sympathized Marianne, "what the heck is causing it?"

"I don't know," moaned Pamela. "Nothing physical, if I'm to believe

the health center lady." Continuing in a falsetto sing-song, Pam

said, "It's stress, it's all in your head."

"Well, did the pull-up hold it," asked Marianne.

"Sort of ... not really. It leaked a bit. It looks like these

pull-ups are only good for the daytime. I'm going to need something

more absorbant for night."

"Daytime," asked Marianne. "I didn't know you were having accidents

in the daytime."

"Yeah, I've been having them on and off for a while now," said Pam.

"The pads worked for a while, but then the accidents got bigger,

about the time I started wetting the bed, so I got some pullups.

They worked for a while. I don't know what to do. I don't drink

anything after noon, hardly. I empty my bladder before I go to

bed, and before every class session. Nothing seems to make a

difference."

"Well, if it's any consolation, it's not just you," said Marianne.

"What?"

"I've started to have the same sort of accidents that you started

with. Sudden urgency. Running to the bathroom. Little wet spots

in my pants when I didn't make it. Even a full-blown accident last

week when all the stalls were full. That was really embarassing!

Fortunately I was wearing a skirt, so it wasn't totally obvious."

"Well, you're welcome to share my pull-ups if you need them," said

Pam.

"Thanks," said Marianne, "I guess I'll take you up on that."

-----

"Hey, cutie, watcha listening to?"

"Um, not sure," said the girl. She poked at her iPod and looked

at the display. "I don't remember downloading this, but it's called

'Easy Relaxing 37.'"

"Really? What's it sound like?"

"You know, I don't remember. When I'm listening to it I can focus

on my work. I don't even pay any attention to it."

"Who told you about it?"

"I don't remember. If I didn't know any better, I'd say it was my

roommate."

"Well, you do know better, since I'm your roommate and I would never

download something called 'Easy Relaxing 27.'"

"37."

"Whatever! How many of those 'Easy Relaxing' cuts do you have on

your iPod?"

"Um, let me see ... more than a screen full. Uh, about 50."

"Geeze, girl, I know New Beats is free, but what have you been

smoking?"

"Tell me about it, I don't know. Let me see your iPod for a moment?"

"Here."

"Who you calling stupid, girl? You have 'Easy Relaxing' on your

iPod right here!"

"No way! Lemme see! ... Wow, you're right. Well blow me down,

when did I download that shit?"

-----

From: New Beginnings Data Analysis Section

To: Emily Hansen / Hull College

Subject: New Beats purchases by first year New Beginnings clients

See below a statistical summary of New Beats consumption by first

year students, the list you submitted at the beginning of first

semester, in the class of 2xxx at Hull College. All consuming

subjects are New Beginnings clients - this analysis does not report

on the consumption of music downloaded by NB clients and subsequently

shared to non-New Beginnings students.

Downloads [tracks]

Minimum: 27

Maximum: 1,732

Mean: 127

Median: 104

Skewness: right

Consumption [tracks played]

Minimum: 352

Maximum: 4,537

Mean: 2,037 [33.4 per day - over 90 minutes of play time per day]

Best estimate is that 81% of New Beginnings clients at Hull College

have consumed sufficient content to be fully converted and that the

95% conversion rate will be achieved within two to three weeks.

We recommend tactical probes for conversion completeness by onsite

New Beginnings agents.

-----

diaperpt · September 4, 2012

Thanks for the update! Soon the entire freshman class will be buying 'bulk' in 'bulk' quantities! I'm interested in seeing where you go with this.

fyunch · September 4, 2012

Not the *entire* freshman class. Just the ones whose parents signed them up for New Beginnings services. About thirty.

Thanks for the update! Soon the entire freshman class will be buying 'bulk' in 'bulk' quantities! I'm interested in seeing where you go with this.

diaperpt · September 5, 2012

Sorry...I just got carried away with excitement and enthusiasm... :whistling:

fyunch · September 8, 2012

What a Cute Pacifier!

Four young women - Lily Percoster, Alicia Crossley, Pamela Stanislas,

and Marianne Leicester - were standing together chatting in the

lounge of their dormitory at Hull College when Emily Hansen entered

from the elevator lobby. Several of the young women glanced at

Emily as she entered the lounge and looked around casually. Lily

thought Emily was a student, having seen her in the dorm and around

the campus from time to time during the semester. Emily looked

quite young and dressed like a student and all four of the young

women in the lounge assumed that she was an undergraduate visiting

from another floor in the dorm tower.

Lily had an iPod in her hand and was holding it up while looking

intently at the other girls. Alicia and Pamela were listening

intently, each one holding one of the earphones from the iPod to

her right ear and beating time silently to the beat of the music

they were hearing.

"Isn't that marvelous," asked Lily.

"I love it," gushed Alicia as Pam nodded and closed her eyes in

mock ecstasy. How'd you hear about these guys?

"A guy in my figure drawing class played it while we were sketching

the other day. I liked it so much, I got it from New Beats right

there in class," said Lily.

"What's the album called," asked Pam.

"Showroom of Compassion," said Lily.

Emily nodded casually to the group and stepped partway over toward

them, pausing moderate distance from their conversation circle and

looking diffidently toward them, as if seeking their approval. The

girls moved around slightly, opening a space in the circle into

which Emily moved. Emily had on a knee-length blue skirt with a

simple pink top under a loose jacket of grayish-white linen. Around

her neck was a silvery necklace from which dangled what looked like

a gold-plated pacifier. The pacifier sparkled with what appeared

to be tiny diamonds embedded in the surface here and there.

Alicia wore a mid-calf pleated dark gray skirt that swirled nicely

as she moved, topped by a snug pastel pink turtleneck that flattered

her upper figure. Lily wore a pair of faded blue hiphugger jeans

and what looked like a man's light blue Oxford shirt with the sleeves

rolled up to her upper arms.

Pam Stanislas had on a poofy bright pink skirt below a floppy blue

sweatshirt whose stretched neckhole hung askew, exposing one shoulder

and a skinny black bra strap. Marianne Leicester wore a pair of

loose gray slacks underneath a soft white blouse with large blue

polka dots.

"Hi," said Emily, playing with the chain around her neck. The

golden pacifier sparkled in the late afternoon light.

Almost in unison, the four girls exclaimed, "What a cute pacifier!" All

four paused, open mouthed, staring at the pacifier in Hansen's hand.

Emily Hansen grinned broadly at the four girls. "I see you are all

music lovers," she exclaimed happily.

Moving quickly, Hansen dipped both of her hands into the pockets

of her jacket, bringing them up with a couple of bright pink plastic

pacifiers hanging from silvery chrome chains. It was the work of

no more than a second or two to pop a pacifier into the mouth of

each of the four girls.

A sudden disconcerting quiet came over the four girls. Eight hands,

which had been up in various positions, slowly sank until they were

hanging passively by at the respective sides of the four girls.

All four mouths sucked energetically at the pacifiers. The only

sign of awareness from the four girls came from their eyes which

darted anxiously from side to side.

Suddenly loud hissing erupted from Lily's crotch. Her faded blue

jeans darkened suddenly at the center where the legs came together.

The dark patch spread rapidly up and to the sides so that within

moments there was a well-defined upside-down "U" of darker blue

centered on the gusset of her jeans. Lily was wetting herself

profusely.

Emily Hansen smiled delightedly, "I guess someone was holding it

in, huh? I wonder how the rest of these little bladders are doing?"

Stepping over to Pamela Stanislas, Emily quickly lifted the pink

skirt and inspected the blue-and-white striped panties revealed

beneath. Reaching forward with two fingers she quickly tapped Pam's

crotch before dropping the hem of the skirt. A gush of fluid

proceeded from underneath Pam's skirt while the girl sucked agitatedly

on the pacifier in her mouth. A substantial puddle of urine formed

underneath her, surrounding her feet to the radius of more than a

foot.

Emily lifted Alicia's skirt next. "Oh, goodie! You're wearing

protection, dear," she exclaimed, as she observed the shape of a

thick pullup under the skirt. "Unfortunately, a pullup is only a

stopgap and you are about to discover that you really need some

serious protecton," she said as she reached forward and tapped

Alicia's crotch. "And," Emily observed, "since you're such an

advanced student, we'll also make sure to introduce you to the

benefits of the gifted-and-talented section in a moment."

A few moments later Alicia's crotch flooded as the pullup soaked

through and the flow of pee began to run down the insides of her

thighs. Alicia's eyes blinked rapidly as she sucked energetically

at her pacifier. Emily Hansen smiled broadly as she surveyed her

handiwork and then finally turned to the fourth girl in the original

group.

Marianne Leicester knew she was next, since all three of her friends

had wet themselves. She sucked apprehensively at the pacifier in

her mouth. She willed her arms and legs to move again, but nothing

came of it. As she stood immobile, her arms hanging loosely at her

sides, Emily hove into her field of view. In a second the girl was

standing squarely in front of Marianne, dominating the scene in

front of her. Marianne sucked nervously at the pacifier, unable

to do anything else despite her fervent wishes otherwise.

"What a cutie you are," said Emily as she smiled warmly at Marianne.

"I bet you've got a full bladder too, don't you?" Emily tapped the

crotch of Marianne's pants. "Ooh," Emily exclaimed as a noisy

hissing proceeded from Marianne's crotch, "protection for you too.

Thick ones, and already quite wet, if I don't miss my bet."

Quickly stepping around behind Marianne she repeated her tapping

motion in the center of Marianne's rounded bottom. Marianne's eyes

went wide with shock and the pace of her sucking on the pacifier

redoubled. A muffled but distinctive sound of gas passing resonated

through the room as Marianne's face blushed crimson. Moments later

the rear of her pants bulged suspiciously and a fetid smell filled

the room.

Emily then stepped across the now quiet conversation circle, stepping

carefully between the widening puddles, and raised the back of

Alicia's skirt revealing the soaked pullup. Hansen repeated the

tapping motion with her paired forefinger and middle finger in the

center of Alicia's bottom and was promptly rewarded with an expanding

bulge in the seat of the pullup.

Emily Hansen pulled a smartphone from her pocket and made a call.

"Raquel? OK, I've got four completions here in the seventh floor

lounge. We'll need a cleanup team and a care team up here quickly,"

Hansen said. "Where are you? OK, why don't you come up here right

now, since you're so close, and I can show you a few things while

we get them ready."

A few minutes later Raquel Hollister hurried into the room from the

direction of the elevators. She stopped and stared at the four

young women standing like odoriferous statues in the middle of a

puddle in the lounge.

"Hi, Raquel," said Emily. "As you can see, our first completed

conversions of this freshman year are ready. When the care team

gets here they should take each one to her room, clean her up, diaper

her, and leave her with a bag each of daytime and nighttime diapers."

"After these ones are gone from the lounge the cleanup team can

mop up the floor in the lounge," Hansen continued.

"Wow, that's quite a sight," said Raquel. "I know I had the same

experience six years ago, but I don't remember anything about it."

"And they won't, either," nodded Hansen. "The subliminal hypnosis

embedded in the New Beats music ensures that nothing that is said or

done to them while they're pacified is remembered clearly. They

will remember explicit commands made to them in the right way, but

only as vague compulsions that they can not disobey, not as remembered

words. There are several things I need to do to complete their

preparation. After that, they will be completely matriculated into

the New Beginnings program."

"What do you need to tell them," asked Raquel.

"Well, I need to ensure that they never take the pacifier from around

their necks. And I need to make sure that they always stay diapered."

"Why do they have to keep the pacifier on?"

"Well, the conditioning has three levels. Without the pacifier,

each girl's control is about the same as a five-year-old's. That

means that they can stay dry and clean most of the time during the

day and often at night. Accidents are not uncommon, varying from

girl to girl. Control at night varys as well, though accidents are

a lot more common. Stress situations lead to more accidents, of

course. That's the baseline for a girl who's listened to enough

of the New Beats music."

"How do you know when a girl is ready," asked Raquel.

Emily smiled, "the way I know that a girl is fully conditioned is

her reaction to seeing my gold-plated pacifier. When she is fully

conditioned to the first level, she exclaims 'what a cute pacifier'

and freezes for about thirty seconds."

"That's when I pop a pacifier into her mouth," Emily continued.

"The pacifier paralyzes her as long as it's in her mouth. She can

not move when there's a pacifier in her mouth, though she will suck

on it. She can see, hear, and understand perfectly, but she can

not move voluntarily. She will stand passively in whatever pose

she was in when the pacifier is put in her mouth. And while she's

paralyzed her short-term and long-term memory formation processes

are suspended, so she remembers almost nothing of what happens."

As she explained this to Raquel, Emily went around the circle of

pacified girls looping the thin metal chain attached to the front

of each pacifier around the neck and under the hair of the girl

sucking on it. "There," Emily said as she finished the last one,

"done. Now when we take the pacifiers out of their mouthes they

won't lose them."

"Wow, that's amazing," exclaimed Raquel.

"The pacifier necklace has another function. While she's wearing

it around her neck her control is reduced to about that of a three

to four year old, instead of that of a five-year-old. That means

fluid control in the daytime is pretty good, as long as there's no

stress and there's plenty of opportunity to toilet promptly. Fluid

control at night time is very chancy, of course, and diapers overnight

are usually a necessity."

"Finally," continued Hansen, "with the pacifier in the mouth the

control is about that of a two to two-and-a-half year old. This

means frequent accidents both solid and fluid."

"What this all means," concluded Hansen, "is that once a girl is

fully conditioned, her probability of accidents is sufficiently

high that she is best advised to diaper full time. We find that

this condition causes the girls to limit any sexual activity

voluntarily. The combination of fear of discovery and embarassment

is enough in most cases. And the 'ick' response of most young men

confronted with an incontinent girl, however pretty, is quite strong.

Between the two, she is seriously deterred from permitting hands,

or other things, up her skirt or into her panties."

"Yes," said Raquel, "I remember it well. Anyway, how do you make

them keep the pacifier chain around their neck?"

"I'll show you," smiled Emily Hansen. She stepped into the circle

between the four girls. Touching Alicia gently on the tip of her

nose, she said, "You must keep the pacifier around your neck. If

you do not have it around your neck you will feel panicky. Nod."

At the word 'nod' Alicia nodded solemnly. Emily repeated the

procedure with each of the other three, with the same result.

While Emily had been doing this four people had come in to the

lounge. Three, all women, were dressed in white, looking vaguely

like nurses. The fourth was a man pushing a cleaning cart. Emily

said, "We're almost done here, folks, so please stand by a couple

of minutes."

"OK," resumed Emily to Raquel, "now all I have to do is make sure

that they stay diapered. Watch."

Emily tapped Alicia on the nose and said, "You must wear a thick

diaper all the time. Nod." Alicia nodded. Hansen repeated the

command with the other three girls. Each nodded in turn.

Emily turned to Raquel, "OK, I'm done for now. You should supervise

the cleanup of our four new babies and then check back here and

make sure that the lounge is clean. Then you can meet me back at

the New Beginnings office and I'll show you how to update the

paperwork."

"OK," said Raquel, "I'm on it."

diaperpt · September 9, 2012

Nice addition.

I know that parents of guys aren't as concerned about what their sons do. Gosh...hmmm...I wonder how it would turn out if one of the guys were to be introduced to this music as well. I know I'd love to listen!

fyunch · September 9, 2012

Well, I could give you the URL ...

But, on second thought, that would be wrong.

You'd just abuse it.

And, anyway, the music is carefully crafted. It wouldn't work on you.

diaperpt · September 10, 2012

Awww...don't go spoiling my fantasy! :crybaby:

fyunch · September 10, 2012

Anyway, now you see where I'm going with this. I love the magic pacifiers that CS Fox introduced in stories like "Felicity and the Creature in the Darkroom" and "Ghost House Trap" ... and I think Long Rifle used them somewhere as well. I don't use magic in my stories, so I needed a rather elaborate context to have them.

Now you'll see what fun we can have with them ...

fyunch · September 10, 2012

I wish I could write guys-in-diapers stories, but I can't. Maybe we should have a writers service here where someone takes a well-written story (or even one of mine) written in one flavor of sex and rewrites it in one of the others. It's more than anatomical, of course, since there's lots of wardrobe detail that I use in the atmospherics.

Awww...don't go spoiling my fantasy!

diaperpt · September 11, 2012

I agree. Some may like the 'magic' context, but even when the suspense of disbelief is significant I prefer your style of set up.

Some stories have been rewritten from male to female or to/from some other fetish, but I agree that this one would be tough already. It's OK. I've got enough of my own stories and a couple in the works if I'd ever get around to working on them.

Thanks for what you've got here. It's excellent and I'm enjoying it a bunch.

fyunch · September 19, 2012

When Alex met Alicia

Alex first saw Alicia in the Intro to Psychology II class in second

semester. As a Sophomore engineering major he needed some easy

humanities credits to fill out his breadth requirements, while as

a Freshman Psych major this was the beginning of the primary sequence

for her major. In larger schools the departments kept the majors

and non-majors separated in the early courses so that the majors

could work hard and be graded fairly while the non-majors could

relax and get easy Bs, but Hull was a small school and so the majors

and non-majors got mixed together.

Alicia had arrived early to class and had positioned herself in the

second row one chair away from the left-hand wall of the room. She

reasoned that by sitting near the front she could distinguish herself

as an engaged student while not marking herself as an ass-kisser

by sitting in the front row. By the time the class started the

seat to her left was the only empty one in the room.

Alex came in just a second before the bell rang and scurried across the

room to the empty seat next to Alicia. He opened his book bag and got

out a clean new notebook and then started to rummage around in the bag.

Shit, he thought to himself, I lost my pen. Here I am in class on

time and with a fresh notebook but with nothing to take notes! What a

doofus I am.

Alex turned to the attractive girl with the long dark red hair and

whispered, "I'm really sorry, but I've lost my pen. May I borrow

one for this lecture?"

The girl turned to him and smiled gently, "Sure," she whispered as

she quickly dipped her hand into her backpack and pulled it back

out holding a new ballpoint pen. She handed it to him and whispered,

"I've got plenty of these, so why don't you keep it?"

Alex grinned gratefully at her and took the pen, "thanks a million,"

he whispered, "I owe you one!"

The lecture started and the two students bent to their note-taking.

Each was aware of the attractive young person in the next seat.

While paying full attention to the professor each was subconsciously

assessing the other.

Good looking guy, though Alicia. Quite well dressed, though no one

should ever wear green socks. Trim and well built. Backpack has

a gear on it and "Hull Engineering" so he's certainly an engineer.

Means he might be a bit boring, but he'll be organized and hard

working. And he's a guy, but he knows how to ask for help when he

needs it.

Cute girl, reflected Alex. Great red hair and wonderful figure.

He liked the fact that she was wearing a skirt and how the frilly

but casual blouse she was wearing showed off her upper charms.

At the end of the lecture as the two stood to leave the room Alex

proffered the pen to Alicia, "thanks a million for lending me the

pen!"

"Oh no," protested Alicia, pulling her hand back from the pen he

was extending toward hers, "I'm serious, I have dozens of them.

It's a gift."

"Well, thank you very much," said Alex, smiling at Alicia. "Maybe

you'll let me buy you a cup of coffee some time to express my

gratitude?"

"Um, sure," said Alicia. She glanced at her smart phone and said,

"I have a free period right now. Would you like to go to the student

center for a coffee?"

Alex grimaced and said, "I can't. I have Complex Variables right

now and I have to dash. How about right after this class on

Wednesday? I have a free period then."

Alicia consulted her calendar. "That works for me," she smiled,

"consider it a date! My name is Alicia, by the way," she said

sticking out her right hand.

"I'm Alex," he replied grinning and shaking her hand before running

off.

Wow, Alex mused to himself as he rushed across the quad to the

Applied Math building, a date! With a gorgeous sexy redhead. Man,

how did I get so lucky!

-----

Two days later they sat together again. This time Alex had a pen,

in fact he made sure to use the one that Alicia had given him on

Monday. He smiled at her and waved the pen as the class got under

way. She smiled back and pantomimed sipping coffee, signaling that

she remembered their plan to have coffee together after the class.

As the class started they both turned attentively to their notebooks.

Alex noticed that Alicia was wearing a pretty skirt. Wow, he thought

to himself, this girl likes to dress up. She looks great in a skirt,

he mused.

Partway through the class Alex vaguely noticed that Alicia was

squirming a little in her seat. Not enough to distract him, but

just enough to creep in under the edge of his attention. He almost

thought he heard an odd hissing at one point, but he could not

locate it and it was quite faint and he quickly forgot about it.

He didn't quite notice that her face was flushed at the same time.

After the lecture ended Alex packed up his backpack and stood. He

smiled at Alicia, who smiled brightly at him.

"Shall we head over to the Student Center?" Alex asked.

"Absolutely," Alicia nodded, as they headed for the door of the

classroom.

-----

Over the next several weeks the Wednesday coffee grew into a settled

part of the week that each of them looked forward to with anticipation.

In their weekly kaffeeklatsches they exchanged life stories and

compared their experiences growing up, their interests in movies,

literature, art, music, sports, and friends. Typically, he liked

action-adventure flicks with lots of things blowing up and plenty

of special effects, while she liked romantic comedies. In literature

they had more in common, both having developed a taste for hard-boiled

detective stories. Their tastes in music had substantial overlaps,

though his taste for Jazz was an educational opportunity for her,

while her love of bluegrass banjo was a surprise to him.

It turned out that her parents had met at college in the large east

coast city where he had grown up, so both of them were ardent fans

of the same baseball team. He was particularly impressed with her

command of the game, since so many girls seemed uninterested in the

difference between a double play and a double.

One afternoon as they were finishing their coffee Alex said to Alicia,

"Hey, I just got a couple of tickets to Dailey & Vincent on Saturday

night. Would you like to go hear them?"

"Dailey & Vincent!" squealed Alicia in delight. "When did you get them?

I tried to get tickets and they were sold out!"

"Oh, I found out they were coming a while ago. I remembered that

you love bluegrass, so I thought I'd get a couple of tickets on the

off chance you were free that night," Alex said with exaggerated

casualness.

"Oh, you!" exclaimed Alicia, "How wonderful. Thank you so much! Of

course I'd be delighted to go with you to their show!"

"Great," he said, grinning broadly, "Let's grab dinner before off

campus. Maybe at that nice Middle Eastern place on Main?"

"Sure," she agreed, smiling, "I love their hummus. And their grilled

fish is great."

"Cool," Alex replied, "the show starts at 8:30, so how about I pick you

up at your dorm at six so we can stroll over, have a liesurely dinner,

and not have to rush to get to our seats?"

"Perfect," Alicia said, "I'll see you on Saturday at six. I can't

wait!" Impulsively she grabbed his shoulders and kissed him.

Before Alex could respond to her kiss, it was over and she had bounded

from her seat and was on her way with a happy wave. He sat for a few

more minutes, savoring his success, before picking up his backpack

and heading off, a noticeable spring to his step.

diaperpt · September 19, 2012

Now it will get even more interesting. How long will he stay oblivious and what will his reaction be? So many ways for this to go.

fyunch · September 19, 2012

Well, I do have a pretty specific one in mind, but there are a lot of New Beginnings girls at Hull College, so I bet I'll get a chance to try other things with some of them. I already have roles for seven different young women in my characters file and five or six of them appear in written segments already. Lots of room for invention and innovation in this framework. Much less constraining than my last story, which was stuck with a couple of main story lines in order to make sense.

CS Fox · September 20, 2012

Just wanted to say I'm checking this thread daily for updates. ... I also like those pacifiers

fyunch · September 20, 2012

I'm honored, Sensei!

In a few chapters you may see at least one way in which my riff on your pacifier results in a few ... um ... unexpected consequences.

fyunch · September 23, 2012

Ambush

The women's dorm at Hull College at fourteen stories was the tallest

building on campus, and in fact the tallest building in town. Each

floor had a central service core with elevators and stairs, a large

shower room, two kitchenettes, a library and a lounge, and similar

infrastructure. The bottom two floors served as the student center

and the student cafeteria.

Three arms extended from the central core, each with four single

and six double rooms. Thus each arm accommodated sixteen young

women and each floor held just under fifty students. Two pairs of

the double rooms on each hall were highly prized suites, since each

one had a small living room or lounge, called a sitting room in the

college brochures, along with a bathroom with a toilet, two

sinks, and a stall shower. The bathroom had two doors, one into

the suite's common room and the other onto the main corridor down

the arm, making the bathrooms into a shared facility, though each

was mostly used by the girls in its suite.

Curiously, the mens' dorm was housed in two much shorter octagonal

buildings. Each building was a short distance from the womens'

tower and from one another. From a good distance away, and an

altitude only achieved from an airplane, the three dorm buildings

looked as if the architect had been playing an obscene joke Hull

College.

-----

After her French class, Lisa returned to her dorm room on the seventh

floor. "Hey, Jane," said Lisa Wagner to her roommate, "I'm going

online to order some supplies. You need anything?"

"Um, yeah," replied Jane Thurber, "I think I do. Let me look in

my underwear drawer and see how I'm doing."

"OK," said Lisa, "Oh, look, there's a discount of eight percent

if we order more than twenty-five dollars worth of stuff."

"Hey, cool," responded Jane. She rummaged around in the second

drawer of her dresser. "I could use two packages of daytime

disposables for sure. And some wipes. And two jars of rash cream.

And a big can of powder plus a little one that I can put in my

purse."

"Hold on, there, cowgirl," laughed Lisa, "I can't keep up with you.

I lost you after wipes."

"Two jars of rash cream and some cans of powder. A big one for in

here and a small one to carry in my bag for changes when I'm away

from the room," repeated Jane.

"Um, OK, I got all that," replied Lisa. "Hey, look at this special.

They have a bunch of new diaper cover designs."

Jane came over to Lisa's desk and peered at the computer screen over

her shoulder.

"That's pretty," Jane said, "Can you make it bigger?"

"I think so. Let me click on it," said Lisa.

"The lace shirring on the seam and across the seat on that one is

very pretty," remarked Jane. "What colors do they have them in?"

"Um," said Lisa, "let's see ... pink, white, ecru, robin's egg blue,

and, oh my gosh, ... black! But the black ones don't have the

lace."

"Black! Oh, really? That's like totally weird," exclaimed Jane.

"Who would wear black? It would show through almost anything."

"Like really," agreed Lisa. "I bet they won't sell any of those."

"What are you going to get," asked Jane.

"My plastic panties are all wearing out, so I'm going to get a

bunch. Half a dozen pairs of white for day-to-day plus a few pink

and blue for parties and stuff. And I'm going to get one pair of

black just to see what they're like."

"Naughty girl! I know whow you're going to wear them for," teased

Jane.

Lisa blushed. "Stop that! Anyway, my rule with my boyfriend is

no touching below the waist," Lisa asserted primly.

"No touching doesn't mean no peeking," challenged Jane.

"Stop it, Jane," exclaimed Lisa, "you're getting me all bothered."

"Sorry," relented Jane, "anyway, I could use a couple of pink and

blue myself. What sizes do they come in?"

"Let's look," said Lisa, clicking on a web link. "It looks like

in addition to the usual of hips and waist, they have nighttime and

daytime sizes."

"Nighttime and daytime? What's the difference?" inquired her roommate.

"According to this, the nighttime sizes are somewhat fuller. To

accommodate night time diapers and soakers," Lisa reported.

"Gee, that makes sense. I double up my fitted cloth diapers for

overnight and that works great. Single for daytime and fitted for

nighttime," said Jane.

"I thought you are buying disposables for the daytime," said

Lisa.

"Well, if I think there's a danger of pooping I'll wear a disposable.

If I don't think there's any danger, like if I've pooped recently,

then I prefer the fitted cloth things. They're quieter and more

comfortable," replied Jane. "I really hate to soil my pants."

"I know what you mean," nodded Lisa. "When I wet, only I know about

it and I can deal with it whenever I like. But when I poop my panties

I have to take care of it right now and everyone can smell what

happened."

"You said it," agreed Jane.

"Oh, look at that," gushed Lisa, "they have some special designs

for the overnight sizes. Awwww, they're really cute!"

"Lemme see," said Jane, returning to her position looking over

Lisa's shoulder. "Aw, you're right, they're really cute. Little

pictures of stuffed animals on that one. And bottles and pacifiers

on those. Ooh, and rocking horses! Hey, look, there's a nursery

prints sampler with one of each! Get me one of those, would you?"

"Sure. I'm going to get a set too. They're so cute," enthused

Lisa.

"Great," said Jane. "Are you going to put it on your credit card?

I'll write you a check. How much is my share?"

"After I send the order," said Lisa, "I'll put it all in a spreadsheet

and add it up and share it to you. Just leave the check on my

desk."

"OK," agreed Jane, "how long will it take for this stuff to arrive?"

Lisa Wagner clicked submit on her web browser. "OK," she said,

"that order will arrive in a week. We'll be set for the rest of

the semester."

She reached down under her skirt and probed her diaper with her

index finger. Not very wet, she thought to herself, I can wait to

change until after TV studio lab this afternoon.

-----

Lisa dumped her notebook on the desk in her room and headed into the

suite bathroom. Lisa could feel the pressure in her lower abdomen

that told her that it was time for her to sit down on the toilet

because a poopy accident was not far in the future otherwise. Like

the rest of the first year girls on the seventh floor, she had

adapted smoothly to the wetting accidents day and night that required

her to wear protection, but she found soiling herself unpleasant

and had developed strategies to keep her pants clean most of the

time.

To Lisa's surprise the door of the stall was closed and she could

see the feet of a woman sitting on the toilet. She stood impatiently

in the bathroom, shifting her weight from foot to foot and clamping her

bottom tightly against the developing pressure to evacuate that she

could just barely sense.

She heard the sound of paper being torn from the roll followed by

the flushing of the toilet. She moved toward the door in anticipation.

The door opened and a young woman she didn't know emerged. It was

someone Lisa vaguely recognized from casual encounters around the

campus.

The young woman smiled politely at her and moved away from the door.

To Lisa's surprise as she moved past Lisa her left hand reached out in

a way that looked casual to Lisa at first but then suddenly grabbed the

pacifier haning around Lisa's neck and pushed it toward her mouth.

To Lisa's surprise, she opened her mouth and accepted the nipple of the

pacifier readily. Suddenly her hands, which had been reaching toward

the door of the stall, slowly drifted down to her sides. She felt her

diaper rapidly warming as her bladder released a gush of pee into her

padded crotch.

Oh, shit, thought Lisa to herself as she sucked at her pacifier.

That girl stuck my pacifier in my mouth. How can I get into the

toilet to poop? She's just standing there grinning at me. Oh,

darn, I'm about to poop!

Lisa stood there passively, anxiously sucking on her pacifier as

her body completed the process of evacuating her bowels. She felt

and then smelled as the strong muscles in her colon pulsed smoothly

and extruded a substantial solid mass into the seat of her diaper.

The smiling girl wrinkled her nose at the smell. "Well, I guess I

was just in the nick of time, wasn't I?" she asked. You've been

standing there for about five minutes now. I'll take your pacifier

out in a couple of minutes, so you'll remain paralyzed for another

five or ten minutes."

"It's too bad you won't really remember what happened. You'll just

think you didn't make it to the toilet in time. That will contribute

to your loss of confidence in the signals your body is sending you,

which will in turn lead to more frequent accidents. OK, baby, nice

to see you," the young woman said as she pulled the pacifier from

Lisa's mouth and dropped it to hang again from its chain around

Lisa's neck.