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She put the lenses on and was amazed at how clear the world was. Was her eyes this bad before? It was like seeing the world anew. She then turned and saw her reflection and gasped. The frames he handed her, were bright pink with a little care bear in the middle. “I can’t wear these.” She said as she took them off. Her vision immediately went from perfect to non-existent. “They are too childish.” “Rachel, these are only temporary. You only need to wear them for a little bit while your eyes relax.” He said, “besides isn’t seeing the most important thing?” She put the glasses back on and looked at her reflection again. All she could think was, it can’t be that important. She resigned herself to wearing the glasses for a while, but now she wanted to go home and go to bed. She left the office to go to her bike only to find it gone! She looked around frantically, realizing that her bike had been stolen! As if the day couldn’t get much worse. She had to call someone. She moaned when she realized that not only did she not have her cel phone, but she also did not have her wallet to make a pay call. Damn it! She thought. She trudged along the sidewalk to get back home. Dragging her feet as she did. Her body felt sore and exhausted after only a mile and she still had three to go. This was going to be a long journey. Two hours later, she walked up the entrance to her home. Not having keys, she had to ring the doorbell for Cynthia to let her in. Cynthia opened the door with a smile to see Rachel standing there with her little pink glasses, sweaty and exhausted. “What happened to you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” She said. She trudged to her bedroom and walked inside only to be shocked at what she saw. Her room! It had been changed! Her drapes had been replaced with her old ones, her bedset was a bright pink with lace ruffles at the ends. Her Vanity mirrors had been replaced. Everything in the room screamed little girl! “What the hell happened?!” “You were gone for so long. I decided to make some changes. So I went through the attic and found a bunch of your old things. You really don’t throw anything away do you?” Cynthia remarked. “But… But…” Rachel couldn’t find the words to express herself. “Hey, you agreed!” Cynthia said immediately protesting. “A bet is a bet.” “But I…” Rachel stammered. Cynthia went behind Rachel and put her hands around her shoulders. “Besides you need to look at this as a blessing. For one week, you don’t have any worries, cares or concerns beyond those of a child. Think of this as a mental vacation. All you have to do is relax and let yourself go. Just play the part, after a while you will feel a lot better.” Rachel soaked in Cynthia’s advice as she looked around the room. “Hey kiddo, dinners in an hour. Don’t be late.” Cynthia said as she slapped Rachel on the butt. Rachel squealed and watched Cynthia leave. Perhaps she was right Rachel thought. Perhaps a little mental vacation would do her good. She trounced over and fell on her bed. With the little lace ruffles and the soft padding, it almost felt bouncy in nature. She looked at the side of her bed to the dresser and saw the bottle of pills, that Cynthia had mentioned had helped her grow.  Better get all the help I can, she thought as she quickly downed six pills in a row. She hoped that she didn’t take too many, but after reading the contents, she decided that she was safe. An hour later, Rachel strolled down to the kitchen to see a spread of food set out before her. Cynthia was definitely quite a cook, but it bugged Rachel that all through dinner, she kept correcting her posture and her eating habits like she was a little child. She began to think that maybe Cynthia was taking this bet thing a little too far. But Rachel knew she wasn’t going to be the first to give. The week went by with little to no occurrences. Rachel refused to leave the house until the week was over due to her appearance. She felt ridiculous wearing the glasses and having all of her clothes replaced with little children’s clothes. As the days went by, she felt worse and worse. Her stomach felt like it was tied in knots, and she felt entirely inadequate around her much younger niece. When she was around her, Rachel always had to look up. But now it seemed like Cynthia was taller than ever, though Rachel knew that to be impossible. Each time she felt a little bit down, she quickly swallowed a few of the pills Cynthia gave her. By Friday, the bottle was nearly empty. Saturday came and Rachel knew there was only two more days left of this ridiculous bet. And with good reason. Since this began, she felt less and less assured of herself and that it seemed like she submitted to almost all of Cynthia’s whims and wishes at all times. She felt embarrassed nearly all of the time with the clothes she had to wear. This morning was no exception as she wore a tiny little sun dress that exposed her little legs. She came to the kitchen where Cynthia was already preparing breakfast. “Good morning sleepyhead.” Cynthia said bemused. “Morning.” Rachel mumbled under her breath. “I’d figured we go shopping today, one last time before the bet was over.” Cynthia said. “Uh-uh, I don’t think so. I am not going through that again.” Rachel protested. “Come on, it was fun.” “Fun for you, you weren’t the one who was spanked in a public place.” “Well maybe if you acted a little bit more mature, then maybe you wouldn’t have been spanked.” Cynthia countered. Rachel began to grow flustered. Cynthia was doing it again, domineering her in her own house. “I said no, and I mean no.” “I am in charge and I say we are going!” Cynthia barked. “No!” Rachel said on the verge of tears. She felt a pressure well up inside of her and her face felt flush. All of a sudden she felt a warm trickle down her leg. Her face turned beet red. Had she just wet herself? She looked down and saw her little yellow dress now with a giant wet spot in front. Cynthia looked at Rachel shocked and appalled as Rachel merely stood there dumbstruck. “Did you just…” All Rachel could do was nod and begin to cry. Cynthia felt bad for her and gave her a little hug. Until she saw that the trickle began again. “Are you going again?” Cynthia questioned. Rachel did not know why this kept happening. She couldn’t control herself and she couldn’t stop it. The tears went just as much as before. “Shhhh, don’t cry. I’ve got something that should take care of this.” Cynthia went outside to her car and pulled out a large pink knapsack. She sat Rachel down on the floor of the kitchen. Rachel nearly fainted when she saw Cynthia produce a large bag of diapers. “No way! I am not wearing diapers.” Rachel began to protest. “It’s either that or you keep wetting the clothes you are wearing. Now, don’t be embarrassed a lot of people have bladder problems.” Cynthia tried covering. “Yeah geezers and babies, I’m neither.” “Well you are something, so we need to take care of this. Now lie down.” Cynthia said as she pushed Rachel down to the floor. Rachel was surprised with the strength of Cynthia and the relative ease that she went to the floor. With a quick pull, her sun dress was off and she was now lying on the floor in wet panties only. Those soon came off and Rachel was now lying on the floor completely naked. Her back felt the cold hard tile behind it and she shivered. Cynthia looked down at the naked Rachel. “Is it just me or are your breasts smaller than before?” Rachel looked downward and saw her breasts, though nothing significant before; they were now entirely gone and all that remained was a flattened chest with two tiny pink nipples. The fact that Cynthia pointed this out, made Rachel feel ten times as self conscious as ever. Cynthia went to the task of drying the wet Rachel down. Rachel felt a chilling dry feeling as she saw Cynthia generously applying baby powder to her butt. “Don’t want you to get diaper rash.” She said. Rachel then felt the constricting feeling of diapers being pulled from behind her butt and the stretching tape noise as the diaper tied tightly around her waist. Cynthia stood her up with ease and Rachel now stood before Cynthia clad only in a diaper and a teary eyed face. “Don’t worry, everything will be all right. I will take care of you.” Cynthia said with a friendly smile. “Now go get dressed.” Rachel waddled to her room as it was hard to walk with the diapers tightly affixed around her waist. She pulled on a flowery white dress as it was the only thing that would fit over her diapers. She couldn’t believe how far she had sunk to. Wearing children's clothes and diapers. It was all too much to bear. The next morning came as Rachel awoke in her bed and felt a moist feeling again down there. She moaned as she realized she had wet herself overnight. She pulled of the dress she fell asleep in and waddled downstairs wearing only the wet diaper. “Cynthia, I had another accident and I need you to change me again.” She walked into the den to see Cynthia and a woman and a man clad in business suits sitting there on the couch. Rachel froze as she realized that she was standing there naked but for her wet diaper. “Ohh, I’m sorry I didn’t know…” Rachel turned to leave but was grabbed by Cynthia before she could take the first step. “No no dear, lets take care of that little wet problem.” Cynthia led her to the floor in the middle of the room in front of the two people. Rachel looked embarrassed, “Can’t we do this in the other room?” “No dear, don’t worry Mr. Leamus and Mrs. Chase have seen this all before.” Cynthia said as she peeled the wet diaper from Rachel’s body. Rachel froze there for a moment, she wanted to put her hands down there to cover her privates and to keep some semblance of dignity. But each time she did, Cynthia moved her hands away. She just finished drying Rachel off and was about to apply the powder. “If you notice, she is developing a little bit of a rash. So I have to make sure that she is consistently whetted with gel and powder.” Rachel had had enough. “Who was she to tell these people about her eeding to be changed? “I have had enough,” Rachel said as she slowly rose to her feet. “I am leaving.” Cynthia’s eyes were suddenly ablaze at that moment. “What have I told you about talking back?” She said as she grabbed Rachel and pulled her back. Rachel was taken by surprise. She was naked and here she was being handled by Cynthia. “What are you doing?” Cynthia smiled as she pulled Rachel back and over her knee. “Just your daily lesson dear, that’s all.” WHACK! “Owww!” Rachel yelled as Cynthia’s hand made hard contact. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Ow! Let go!” Rachel yelled. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Tears came from Rachel’s eyes as she struggled to free herself from Cynthia’s grip, but it was no use. Cynthia was just too strong. Her butt felt as it was on fire from Cynthia’s marauding hand. “Who is in charge?” Cynthia said. WHACK! “You are!” Rachel cried. Cynthia then pulled the teary eyed Rachel naked standing up before her. “are you going to behave for our guests now?” Rachel’s mind was a distorted pattern. She didn’t know who these people were or why they were in her home. She wiped a tear off of her care bear glasses and nodded, knowing that she couldn’t stand to be spanked anymore. “Good, now lie down.” Cynthia said. Rachel lied back down in front of Cynthia as Cynthia began to apply the powder. “It is important that you spank her whenever she lies or misbehaves. She has a pattern of telling stories about a separate life or that she is someone else. When this happens, make sure that she is punished. Preferably in front of the other children.” Rachel tried to hear everything Cynthia was saying, but became lost as her own thoughts were much louder in her head. Cynthia then pulled the diaper snuggle over Rachel and applied the tape to affix it. “Now stand up.” Rachel did as she was told and now stood naked but for a diaper in front of the two people. “Kat, if you would.” Cynthia said to the woman then turned to Rachel. “Ms. Chase is going to take your measurements so make sure you stand still okay?” Rachel did not know what was going on, but chose to nod and do whatever Cynthia said lest she get spanked again. Ms. Chase pulled the measuring tape and began to read off various measurements to the awaiting Mr. Leamus. The measurements came one after another until one measurement caught Rachel’s notice. “Height, four foot five.” ... “What?” Rachel said astonished. She knew she was short, but hadn’t been four foot five since she was a small child. At that moment Cynthia stood up over Rachel emphasizing the now very apparent height discrepancy. Rachel had to crane her neck back to look at her much taller niece. It was true! She had shrunk! “You are in luck, we have something that would fit her just well.” Ms. Chase said as she pulled out a small case and produced a set of clothing. She immediately began to dress Rachel quite quickly, first came the knee high white socks, followed by the plaid skirt over the diapers. The peter pan collared blouse was next with a blue vest to cover it. To finish the package. Ms. Chase pulled Rachel’s now much shorter hair back into two tightly braided pigtails and had her put on a pair of Mary Jane shoes. “Finished.” Was all Ms. Chase said with a pleased smile. Rachel was turned towards the room’s full length mirror to view the results. “Nooooo!” She screamed. She couldn’t believe what she saw. With the clothes and the hair and the changes, she looked like she was only about nine or ten years old. Where was the woman of twenty-seven? “This isn’t right!” She screamed. “Now Cynthia, it’s time you behaved for Ms. Chase. She is going to be your chief instructor.” Rachel was confused, had Cynthia just called her Cynthia? She looked closer at the label on the blue vest. ‘T-Chesss, Massachusetts a school for wayward girls. “Don’t worry Rachel, we will take good care of her.” Mr. Leamus said to Cynthia. “No!” Rachel yelled. “My name is Rachel! She’s Cynthia!” “Here she goes again with the stories. Well it is your turn to discipline her, lets see how you do.” Cynthia said with a wicked smile. Ms. Chase grabbed Rachel and pulled her over her knee dropping her Diapers and skirt to the floor. With that she lowered a devastating blow to the buttocks. WHACK! “Oww!” Rachel screamed, though she continued to protest her name. This went on for the better part of an hour. Rachel would protest and get spanked and disciplined and she would cry as she kept telling the people of this fantacstical tale of Cynthia taking her name and so forth. An hour later, with much tears in her eyes she finally gave in. “What is your name child?” Ms. Chase said. WHACK! “Cynthia!” Rachel said nearly passing out from the pain. “And how old are you?” WHACK! “Nine!” she screamed.         ... Ms. Chase sat Rachel up in front of her as she finally let her bladder go. “Ew.” Was all Mr. Leamus could say. “That is why she needs the diapers.” Cynthia said coolly. Ms. Chase proceeded to strip Rachel back down again until she was once again naked. “We have a long ride ahead of us and I don’t have any more uniforms to spare her wetting again.” “That’s okay, she’s fine just wearing the diaper and nothing else.” Cynthia said as she looked at Rachel with an icy stare. “Really.” Ms. Chase said. “Yes, we have this game we play where she is the baby and wants to be treated like one. Isn’t that right Cynthia?” Cynthia said. Rachel stood there broken, her entire cares gone. Tomorrow she would say more and the punishment would be just as bad, but now she could only nod silently. “Well then. Lets do it.” Ms. Chase said as she once again diapered the quiet Rachel. Rachel merely lied back on the floor as she again felt the cofining space of tight plastic being affixed around her body. Her mind was screaming to fight back, but she couldn’t summon the strength until… Out of the corner of her eye she saw a pair of scissors sticking out of the bag that the two people brought. As Ms. Chase made the last taping, Rachel reached over and grabbed the scissors and pointed them back at Ms. Chase. “Okay! Back off Bitch!” Rachel said finding her strength to fight back. “I don’t know who you are or what the hell is going on! But it ends here! I am calling the cops and…” At that moment, Mr. Leamus sprung into action pulling the scissors from her hands and pulling her down to the floor with one solid motion. He pulled out a syringe and pushed the contents into Rachel’s arm. “No! No!” Rachel screamed as she felt her strength fading from whatever was injected in her. Mr. Leamus kept her pinned to the floor as Ms. Chase composed herself. “This won’t do. The child receives haircuts from time to time and she is around scissors quite a bit. Is this something we can expect?” “No of course not. But if giving her a haircut is a problem, lets fix that right now.” Cynthia said as she excused herself. Moments later she reappeared with a small bag and a tall chair. “Mr. Leamus if you could.” Mr. Leamus put her into the chair and kept her sitting. Rachel was still fully conscious, but was unable to move strongly or fight back. Her ears perked when she heard the buzzing sound from behind her and felt a cool breeze on her scalp. She struggled a bit, but it was a negligible effect. She saw out of the corners of her eyes her hair beginning to fall in clumps to the floor around her. Her head began to feel colder and colder. Cynthia seeing the tears beginning to well up in her aunt's eyes; went over to console her. “Be glad, after this your hair care products bill will go down.” The clipping finally stopped when Rachel began to feel a cool liquid being applied to her head and the brisk stroke of a razor rubbing her bare scalp. “This is my own special creation,” Cynthia exclaimed, “a mixture of Nair and never-gro weed tonic. It should retard hair growth for quite some time. At least for the duration of her time at your school.” Cynthia finished her stroking of Rachel’s head and produced a large mirror for her to view herself. Rachel burst into tears upon seeing her now shaven head. Except for a small tuft of hair just above her forehead, which Cynthia had seen fit to attach a little bow to display its prominence, she was now as bald as a cue ball. Mr. Leamus pulled her down and sat her in the middle of the floor between all the adults. Cynthia popped a pacifier in her mouth and gave her a ‘spit it out and I will make this much worse’ glare. Rachel sat on the floor hearing the talking as if it were miles away instead of right in front of her. She sat squirming in her diaper and feeling her shaven head with her hands. She sucked on the pacifier to calm herself, but her mind was racing with thoughts. The conversation ceased and she found herself being taken by Kat Chase’s hand out to the car. She walked outside naked and bald except for her diaper and pacifier. The neighbors came out and remarked at the funny sight, though Rachel had never met any of them or talked to them. Her solitude was working against her as none of them even knew who she was.    .... Kat opened the door and strapped Rachel into a larger over sized car seat. Rachel could barely breath much less move with all the secure straps in place. Kat went over to Cynthia and said, “Don’t worry she will get a proper education and learn to grow up well.” Cynthia looked at Rachel confined in the seat with her confused expression on her face. Rachel sat silently in utter confusion as Ms. Chase and Mr. Leamus both got into the car and they left her mansion with a smiling Cynthia waving in the rear view mirror. EPILOGUE Honorary Alliance League of Schools or H.A.L schools for short, had been established in the mid 90’s but only recently had begun to gain more attention and students. Its most recent students found themselves sharing a common ground. It had been six months since Rachel had last been home. Her hair had grown out ever so slightly and now resembled a short coif. She was playing ball on the playground with a few of her friends. Rita was a girl that was an executive just a few months earlier, but somehow had been caught naked in a mall. She was turned in as an abandoned child by some Security Guard. She screamed about a double cross when she showed up, much to everyone else's ignorance. Little Marissa (Mary is what everybody called her though) was considered the know-it-all of this little group. She constantly bragged about being smarter than everybody else, despite the fact that she was forced to wear diapers the same as the rest of them. The girls all knew that they were stuck here in this facade of what their real lives had been. Though they were all in their late twenties, not one of them could have looked over the age of twelve. They kept each other’s hopes alive that one day they may be able to regain their real lives. A pact was made, that whenever one of them made it, she would help the others out immediately. This pact never came to fruition as it would be some time before any of them would ever leave the school. THE END?

I’ve now reached Chapter 36, which covers the preliminary hearing in the trial against Karen. I have to say that I’m disappointed with the state of the legal system in the country where the story takes place. It can hardly be called a country governed by the rule of law. First, Greg and Lauren are allowed to attend the hearing even though they are witnesses in the case. This is completely unheard of where I come from, where the general assumption is that other people’s statements in a trial could influence the witnesses, possibly unconsciously. Second, Abner is allowed to interrupt the witness examination even though he has no official role in the case (he is neither the prosecutor nor the defense attorney). Finally, the judge should have recused herself and withdrawn from the case, since she knows the victim and the guardian personally.

Curious to see Donny new dynamic in school since now he is a full diaper dependent and how he is managed during class !  great chapter like always 

I messed my wet morning diaper yesterday. This morning I am just wet, don't have to go potty for some reason, actually unusual for me, but I'll enjoy my warm, wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper.

I am up this morning in a very wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper. I usually mess my diaper soon after I get up in the morning, but don't have to go potty this morning. I am enjoying, however, my warm, wet diapie anyway. I did have Haian plastic pants on but just took them off, so sitting here in just my wet diaper and t-shirt. squeezing and patting the front of my wet MegaMax Air Lock diaper. A better name might be a Wet-Lock or Leak-Lock diaper because I am not leaking. I am not going to change right away and will probably have another small to moderate pee pee after I finish my coffee and then time to exercise in my wet diaper. I like to go about my day as long as possible in my wet diaper. You're getting air and I'm getting wet.