Elfy

Richard is called through for an interview that will determine everything that comes afterwards... --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The corridor was very long and there were a great many doors leading to, presumably, a great many offices. Richard walked through the door he had been directed to with butterflies in his tummy. Zoe followed him in and closed the door behind her. “I hope you haven’t had to wait long.” Zoe said with a smile as she indicated a chair in front of her desk for Richard to sit in, “This is always a busy time of year for us. We get a lot of August babies leaving it to the last minute.” “It wasn’t too bad.” Richard replied. “Good.” Zoe logged on to her computer, “Right, there’s some things I need to fill in. Whilst I’m doing that there is a test I would like you to fill out. Multiple choice, no big deal.” A collection of a dozen pieces of paper was slid in front of Richard, stapled together. He looked from the paper to Zoe and back down again. “No big deal”, she had said. Richard knew enough to think there was nothing done in these offices that wasn’t a big deal. He picked up a pen and started looking through the questions whilst Zoe continued to type. The test was bizarre. The questions were all over the place. One second Richard would be answering a simple math question like “Steve had seven apples and ate two, how many apples does Steve have left?” and then the next question would have him searching his morals, “A trolley is coming down the track, you can do nothing and let it run over five innocent people or pull the lever and make it run over one innocent person…” “Still going?” Zoe asked a few seconds after she seemingly finished typing. “Should I be done already?” Richard asked. “You don’t need to second-guess everything.” Zoe chuckled, “There’s no time limit.” Richard subtly felt the pressure being applied to him. He wondered if it was intentional. Was he really being slow? Or was Zoe deliberately making him feel slow to see how he reacted? He took a deep breath and forced the paranoid tension out of his body. These people were bureaucrats, not psychologists. “I think I’m done.” Richard said a couple of minutes later after ticking a couple more boxes. “Are you sure?” Zoe asked. Her eyebrows were raised. “I… think so?” Richard replied. His answer sounded more like a question. “Want to double check anything?” Zoe continued. Richard was starting to doubt his earlier musings. Maybe Zoe was a psychologist after all, she was certainly making him hesitate before he shook his head and pushed the paper back across the desk. Zoe picked it up and started leafing through it. Richard had assumed she would scan the results into the computer or something, instead she glanced through once and then placed it on the desk. She looked up at Richard and didn’t say anything. “How did I do?” Richard asked. He was trying to maintain an air of confidence. He hoped the desk hid how much his legs were shaking. “How do you think you did?” Zoe asked. She leaned on her desk, her elbows on the flat surface and her chin cupped in her hands. “I don’t know.” Richard shrugged his shoulders, “Average?” “Hmm.” Zoe made an interested sound and returned to the computer where she inputted more data. Richard could feel himself starting to sweat. He had first thought he would be in and out in no time, then that talking to Zoe would be a formality… but now he was panicking. He could clearly see that he should’ve been worried all along. His mind turned to running away. He imagined leaping out of the chair, wrenching the door open and sprinting towards the big double doors. If her was lucky, maybe he would catch the guards unaware, get a bit of a head start… but then what? “You’re looking a little pale.” Zoe commented. She was still typing but her eyes kept darting over to Richard, “Are you feeling unwell?” “A little…” Richard’s stomach churned. He desperately wanted to know what Zoe was typing, “So… you’re some kind of therapist or something?” “Or something.” Zoe replied, her answer giving little away. “L-Look… C-Can we be upfront with each other?” Richard asked a little desperately. “About what?” Zoe turned away from the computer. “It’s just… I think that maybe I haven’t given the best account of myself.” Richard tried to smile, it didn’t work, “And, I think, maybe if you gave me the test again I could do better.” “Hmm.” Zoe made the same interested sound again as she went back to the PC and typed out some more sentences, “You think you could do better?” Richard swallowed. He felt like he had just made things worse. Maybe he shouldn’t have drawn attention to it, maybe the whole thing was a test and stressing over it was failing. His hands were shaking now as he gripped the arms of his chair hard. When he didn’t answer her, Zoe went back to rapidly typing. “Well, I think we have everything we need.” Zoe said, “Unless you’ve got anything to add?” Richard stared forwards dumbly. He felt like he SHOULD have something to say. He should be pleading his case forcefully, proving his masculinity and maturity. He couldn’t think of anything. His mind was blank and after a few seconds he just shook his head. As Zoe reached into a drawer and pulled out some forms, he started praying to be designated Big. “Well, Richard, we’ve looked at your whole past.” Zoe started, “Your grades at school were average, though your attendance was in the lowest fifteen percent. There’s very little in terms of extra-curriculars and those we have asked about you have made comments suggesting a certain… immaturity.” “You’ve asked people about me?” Richard interrupted. “We are thorough.” Zoe replied, “We don’t want to make a mistake with the rest of your life after all. We have asked teachers and community leaders, people who know you but maintain some objectivity.” Richard watched as his name was filled out on the certificate in front of Zoe. She wrote in the date and time, then she moved across to the box showing designation, the one where the big stamp went. On the corner of the desk was a green stamp, like the one Richard had seen used on the other young man’s certificate, and next to it, a red stamp. Zoe’s hand started to move over to them. Richard watched with wide eyes and a dry mouth. The young woman’s fingers brushed against the green stamp that would’ve meant Big, instead her fingers clasped the red stamp. Richard’s heart and stomach dropped simultaneously. It was like a nightmare was unfolding in front of him in slow motion. “Wait!” Richard exclaimed, “L-Look, I know you have a bad impression of me. M-Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough up until now but…” “Richard, I’m sorry, but…” Zoe lifted the stamp. Richard could see the red ink on the mould which read “Little.” His lip trembled, “We don’t make mistakes.” “No! Please! I can’t be a Little!” Richard begged, “I’ll… I’ll give you money! I’ll do whatever you want! PLEASE!” “Richard, do you know that trying to bribe a government official is a crime?” Zoe asked, “I’m willing to overlook it, I’m sure this is a shock, but you’ll get used to it.” “I… I…” Richard wrapped his arms around his midsection. It had to be a sick joke. The stamp came down on the certificate. Zoe pressed it down, making sure the word “Little” would be permanently affixed to it. As the stamp came away, it took with it all of Richard’s adulthood. He could only stare as the ink quickly started to dry. He thought about running again, but as if his mind was being read, Zoe picked up the phone on her desk and called for security. “It’s just procedure.” Zoe said as she replaced the phone, “To escort you to the next phase.” “I’m… not a Little.” Richard said weakly. “As of about ten seconds ago, yes, you are.” Zoe replied, “I know it gets a bad rap, but it’s not so bad. You will be well looked after and you won’t have to worry about things like money, relationships, jobs…” “I WANT to worry about those things!” Richard suddenly said. “It has been decided that you won’t have to.” Zoe replied. She was smiling again, but it was the sort of indulgent smile you aim at a child telling you about their day, “I’ll level with you, baby. Once you came in here, the chances of you being a Big were almost nil. You had some very bad scores. You would’ve had to ace the test, and even then…” “Can I appeal?” Richard already knew the answer as the crush weight of what was coming started to fall on his shoulders, “Speak to a supervisor or something?” “It doesn’t work like that I’m afraid.” Zoe said. The door to the office opened and two men in security uniforms walked in. They moved across and stood either side of Richard’s chair. He looked up at them, one stared resolutely ahead whilst the other had a sympathetic expression. Richard’s brain had seemingly emptied. He didn’t know how to react, he didn’t know what to think. All his plans and thoughts about the future had just gone up in smoke right in front of him. It didn’t seem real that he was losing his adulthood, had already lost it, from the moment the ink hit the certificate. He thought about all the other people in the lobby who would now be walking away with their adulthood intact, just another day, off to call friends and hang out. Richard thought about his own friends and how humiliated he would feel if any of them knew what had just happened. “Richard, we know this can be a stressful time.” Zoe said. Her smile was sympathetic, and her voice was soft, “These are some big changes that are about to hit you. That’s why these gentlemen will escort you to the next part of the process.” “Can I…” Richard started another forlorn desperate attempt for a reprieve. “No, baby.” Zoe replied, “There is one thing you can help me with though. Did you come here with anyone?” “My parents.” Richard’s voice cracked as he said it. His eyes teared up as he imagined what they would think when they heard the news. “We can’t let you leave here without legal guardians. This is likely the last serious choice you will have to make.” Zoe said the second sentence as if it was a good thing, “Would you like to be placed under the care of your parents? Or would you prefer to be put up for adult adoption?” What a choice! Richard blinked and felt fat tears rolling down his cheeks. He wanted a third option, one that meant he didn’t have to spend the rest of his life as a baby! Richard took a deep shaky breath. He hadn’t given any thought to what he would want. He didn’t think ANYONE would spend time asking themselves where they wanted to be a baby, at home or somewhere else. Richard started thinking about what was going to happen. He had seen TV shows of Littles. He’d seen the nurseries, the toys, the… diapers. He felt himself starting to get angry. This was unfair. He had never agreed with the whole designation process at all. His sister had spent years telling him what a farce it all was! He hadn’t really paid much attention but now it was the only thing that mattered at all. Why should he have to make such a decision when he was perfectly capable of being an adult? “No.” Richard stated. He tried to inject as much authority into his voice as he could manage, “You can’t do this to me!” Richard tried to get up and out of his seat. Two hands immediately clapped him on the shoulder and pushed him back down against the chair. His hands balled up uselessly. He was tiny compared to the two behemoths standing next to him. In his impotent rage he stamped his feet against the floor and let out a scream that he felt must’ve been heard all the way back in the lobby. “Calm down, son.” The older of the security guards said, “You don’t want to cause trouble.” Trouble was exactly what Richard wanted to cause. He acted as if he was calming down, just enough to get the security to lower their guard. Then he lunged forwards at the desk. He didn’t really know what he wanted to do, he wouldn’t hit a woman, but his frustration and fury couldn’t be contained. He aimed to hit the computer, the avatar of the algorithm that had just condemned him. His arm barely started to swing forwards before it was grabbed by a large hand. --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mpsy9vm1a1813a3 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2517454

In the cafeteria, there are some unwelcome guests at the table... Or maybe they aren't quite as unwelcome as Emma would like. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “What are you up to?” I asked as I bit into my sandwich and looked at Nicole. “Just practicing my writing.” Nicole replied. I looked down at the paper and suddenly my sandwich felt a little harder to swallow. Nicole’s penmanship looked very competent. I marvelled at how her fingers and hand made small movements as she scrawled the words on the page. The letters were a little irregular and shaky, but she was doing it. All the girls my age could read, we were taught that just a little later than the boys, but writing was a different matter since that required coordination we just didn’t have. I had spent a lot of time trying but I could never make my scribblings intelligible. “It looks great…” I said unenthusiastically. My jealousy was impossible to hide. It seemed so unfair that Nicole was seemingly effortlessly able to do all the things I wished I could. As I got my lunch out of my bag I tried to ignore the fact that Liam was staring at me. He was none too subtle about his attraction to me which was annoying because I was doing my best to show that it wasn’t something I reciprocated. He didn’t seem to get the message. “Hi Emma.” Liam said with much more enthusiasm than he had shown talking to Zoe. It was like he’d hit “restart at last checkpoint” in a video game and decided to try having a conversation with me again, “You look great today!” “Thanks…” I replied without looking up from my sandwich. “That dress really suits you.” Liam continued, “It really complements your eyes.” I snorted. My dress was ridiculously infantile. I didn’t bother responding to Liam’s clumsy compliments. I didn’t want to encourage him or make him think that he was getting anywhere with me. Whereas most random guys heard a “no” and moved on to the next girl they saw, Liam seemed besotted with me. It was very annoying. “Does this “B” look good to you?” Nicole asked as she pointed at one of the letters on the paper, “I think the top part is too small.” “It’s perfect.” I had to admit with barely contained jealousy. “What about my dress?” Zoe asked Liam with a wide smile, “Does it compliment me as well?” “Yeah, I guess…” Liam shrugged. He had barely even glanced at her, but Zoe still giggled as if the compliment had been sincere. I was just thinking of getting up and leaving the cafeteria, since everyone was annoying me, when I looked up and saw the new guy, Jacob, coming in. Suddenly I didn’t feel so keen on leaving. I was going red in the face, and I hated that my body and mind were betraying me like this. I couldn’t have a crush; it went completely against my plans to grow up as soon as possible. As I ate another bite of my sandwich, I glanced up from the corner of my eyes to see Jacob was walking over. “Crap…” I muttered. “Jacob, how are you doing?” Liam said as Jacob reached the table, “You find all your classes OK?” “Just about.” Jacob replied with a laugh, “Though I think I nearly enrolled with the girls at one point.” I heard Zoe and Nicole either side of me laugh. I felt a strange flare up of emotion, as if I wanted to tell my friends to back off. But that wouldn’t be right. It wasn’t like I wanted Jacob at all. No, I needed to focus on improving my coordination so I could get out of these stupid girl’s classes, get out of diapers, and have a career. It didn’t matter that I was seemingly behind other girls in the class who weren’t even trying, I was due a spurt of development... Any time now. That’s what I told myself at least. I tried to act casually as Jacob talked to Liam but was finding it difficult. I was hyper-aware of every little movement I made, and suddenly nothing seemed natural, I felt like people were staring at me. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. “Hello.” Zoe said to Jacob. It felt like she was betraying me, “I’m Zoe, this is Emma and that is Nicole. It’s nice to meet you.” I briefly glanced up when Zoe said my name. I noticed that even as Zoe introduced herself and Nicole, Liam’s attention remained on me. I quickly looked away. “So, I heard about a dance coming up?” Jacob said. “Oh, yes, the Prom!” Zoe nodded her head. She looked pointedly at Liam, “It’s very important.” “It is?” Jacob replied. Why was it that every word he said seemed to penetrate the walls I otherwise surrounded myself with? “Of course!” Zoe said, “It’s the last chance for us girls to find a man before school ends. It’s one of the best days of a girl’s life!” I rolled my eyes. If a stupid high school dance was one of the best days of a girl’s life, then I simply didn’t want to be a girl. To be fair to my friend, I would agree it was an important day, but I would do so from a very different perspective. Rather than seeing it as a chance to find a man I saw it as a door slamming closed. It was a deadline. I had to be out of the girl’s classes by Prom, which happened at the end of the school year, or I had failed. I felt a lurch in my stomach as I imagined such a future. “I see.” Jacob said. He nodded his head sagely. I was sure he was already perfectly aware of all this, “And all you girls have dates?” We shook our heads. I immediately regretted it. Why was I joining in with this farce? Why was I listening to all this nonsense? I had an urge to get up and run away. I could see that both Liam and Jacob were looking at me in particular. I was starting to feel like the last piece of meat at the barbeque being eyed up by two hungry dogs. “Well, that won’t do.” Liam said with a big smile, “Maybe we can help these lovely ladies out. What do you think?” I could see that Liam was looking at Jacob with a big smile. I wanted to slap it right off his face. Jacob, for his part, seemed to be resisting the urge I was sure all men had to treat us girls as pathetic dependents. He wouldn’t fool me though; I’d seen more than enough other guys trying to pull the same trick in the name of getting a date. “How about it, Emma?” Jacob said, “Do you want to go to the Prom with me? It doesn’t have to be anything serious. Just a bit of fun.” I looked up at Jacob’s perfect face and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I saw his perfectly even smile full of gleaming white teeth, the slight stubble on the lower half of his face which seemed to emphasise his masculine features and the way he stood with confidence. A confidence that had allowed him to ask someone he’d never even met to go to the most important dance of the year. I cursed myself for even showing the slightest bit of interest. He was just like all the others. “No.” I replied. I didn’t even give him the courtesy of a polite “thank you”. Hopefully it would be enough to get him to go away so he would stop distracting me from what I really needed to do. “I’m free.” Zoe quickly said as she looked at the two boys. I didn’t think her desperation was very becoming. I turned to look at Nicole’s writing again. She seemed to be so hyper-fixated on getting her letters right that she had missed the whole discussion taking place right next to her. I envied both her coordination and focus. I was just waiting on Jacob to pounce on Emma next. I’d rejected him and that meant his interest in me was over. I knew from prior experience that, once rejected, a guy would go on to the next girl until he caught one in his net. With Zoe declaring her interest I almost felt like Liam and Jacob would start bidding on her as if she were a precious item up for auction. “I’ll see you all later.” Jacob said, “It was nice meeting you.” “Wait up.” Liam called out, “I need to talk to you about that homework we got earlier.” I was surprised. Jacob hadn’t taken Zoe’s bait, she had practically been undressing him in front of him, but he simply walked away. He had asked me, and only me, for a date. He couldn’t have been genuinely interested in me. That was a preposterous thought. I deliberately made myself as stand-offish as possible to avoid men’s attention, not that it worked judging by the number of guys that had asked me out. “Are you crazy?” Zoe asked me as soon as the men had departed, “Why’d you turn him down!?” “You know I’m not interested in any of that.” I replied, “Besides, I don’t even know him.” “Know him? You saw how hot he is, right?” Zoe shook her head in disbelief, “What else do you need to know?” Zoe sighed next to me. Despite how I thought she should aim to do better than just being a wife I had to feel bad for her. She was my friend, and I knew that finding a man meant a lot to her. Her interest in Liam couldn’t be clearer if she jumped into his lap and yet I think we all noticed how Liam’s eyes usually fell on me. It was another reason I envied Nicole; she somehow seemed to avoid a lot of the unwanted attention that I got, it was like a magic power, she could just blend into the background. As I watched Jacob and Liam leaving the cafeteria I felt a flood of warmth in my diaper. I sighed; I never got to enjoy a fully dry disposable for long. The most worrying part for me was how it had come out of nowhere. I had read books on potty training, and I had tried all the techniques I could find but nothing seemed to help. The only result of my efforts was a spanking from Dad a year ago when he found out what I was doing. “Your potty training is your future husband’s business!” Dad had said sternly, “Not yours!” It was ridiculous. I carried on trying different things afterwards but with the best will in the world I couldn’t seem to delay soaking my diaper for even a few seconds. I was as un-potty trained as the day I was born. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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I had no idea it was gone. How bizarre. I'll ask the other admins about it and see what's going on!

Richard is at the Designation Office and is asked to step to the side where we learn a little more about the society and the people in it. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “Next!” The woman who had just helped the young man, now sitting at the far wall and talking to another stranger, looked up and smiled Richard’s way. “Hi.” Richard said with what he hoped was a friendly smile. “Name please.” The woman replied. Richard didn’t take offence, she was clearly very busy and needed to be as efficient as possible. “Richard Divey” Richard said. The young woman started tapping on the keyboard. Richard was hoping for that same smile that greeted the last person she had seen, but it wasn’t forthcoming. Instead of waving him off to the side, she kept typing, frowning a little, and then typing some more. The longer she remained silent the more anxious Richard was becoming. Richard was about to ask if everything was alright when a door at the side of the lobby slammed open. There were shouts and exclamations, the sounds of feet dragging on the floor and a struggle as two burly men appeared, pulling a smaller man into the lobby. The room fell into a hushed silence as it seemed everyone turned to look. “Get off me! No! There’s been a mistake!” The man was being practically wrestled into the lobby. Richard finally got a good look at him through the crowd and gasped. The young man was thickly diapered with nothing but an infantile red shirt covering his upper half. He was still swearing and lashing out as the doors opened again and a man and woman walked out. The woman was dabbing at her eyes with a tissue whilst the husband had an arm around her waist looking very stoic. “Mom! You know this isn’t right!” The young man yelled. “I… Baby…” The mother didn’t seem to know what to say and fell into more sobbing. The man and his parents were soon dragged out of the lobby and to the front door. Richard heard him pleading and begging for a second chance all the way until the door closed. He swallowed and turned to face forwards again. “Apologies for that.” The woman at the computer said, “As I’m sure you can understand, some people are less than pleased about their designation.” “Yeah…” Richard was shaken. He just wanted to get his Big designation and leave. He didn’t even want to stick around for the certificate, they could mail it to him. “One moment, please.” The woman said as she picked up a phone and pressed a few numbers. “Is there a problem?” Richard asked. The confidence he had walked in with had eked away the longer he remained in the building. “Yes, I’ve got a Divey here. Richard Divey… Yeah, just asking about the numbers on his file because… Uh huh… Yeah…” The woman was talking on the phone and clicking around the screen occasionally, “And they’ve been double checked?” Richard tried to ignore the anxiety that was twisting at his guts. She might’ve needed to clarify the numbers for any reason, he tried to convince himself, maybe they’re surprisingly good or something… “OK, thank you.” The woman put the phone down and turned to face the computer again. She typed a few things and Richard waited, “Alright, Richard, could you go and sit over there please.” Richard turned to see where the woman was pointing. It was the opposite direction to the young man who had been given the easy pass. The area the woman pointed to was where most of the young men and women were ending up, sitting and waiting to be called forwards through the doors beyond. “I… haven’t failed, have I?” Richard asked. A lump forming in his throat. “There is no passing or failing.” The woman’s professional smile was back, “Please, take a seat and you’ll be called in shortly.” “It’s ju-…” Richard started. “Next!” The woman called out. Richard backed away from the desk. He looked over to where the young man had been sat, he was already gone. Turning to face forwards, Richard took a deep breath and walked over to the bigger waiting area. There were a dozen people already sitting in the area that was screened from most of the lobby by cubicle dividers. Richard walked to an empty seat and sat down opposite a large television. He felt a little more at ease when he saw how many people there were, and how many of them weren’t too concerned. This was the usual process, not many people were designated Big or Little right away, most had to have at least a little testing and checking. At least he hoped that was the case. “Quite a scene, huh?” A woman said to Richard. She jerked her head back to where the Little had just been dragged out of the building. “Yeah…” Richard replied. He gave the woman his name. “Sandy.” The woman replied, “Well, at least it gives us a better chance, right?” “Does it?” Richard asked. “Yeah.” Sandy replied. She put her feet up on a table that had a pile of magazines on it, “Not many are made Little…” “Two percent, I think.” Richard muttered. “Exactly.” Sandy stretched out and yawned, “So they should see fifty of us before there’s another one.” Richard knew that odds didn’t work like that. However, it was a comforting thing to believe so he let himself fall into the comforting grasp of math that didn’t really make sense. He pulled out his phone and sent a text to his parents saying that he might be a little while. They had to tell Kate, Richard’s fifteen-year-old sister, what was going on. After the text was sent, Richard continued talking to Sandy for a little bit, he learnt that they shared the exact same birthday. “Sandy Freeman.” A bearded man had opened the door and called at the name. “That’s me.” Sandy said as she stood up. She looked down at Richard, “Good luck.” “You too.” Richard replied. Another person offering him luck… With nothing else to distract him, Richard turned to the television which seemed to be playing a dull informational video about what was going on. It had just looped to the start and a man in a suit, standing in front of a blue background was smiling at the camera. A graphic popped up showing his name to be Frederick Kline, apparently the Minister responsible for Designation. “Hello, I hope you are having a good day and an enjoyable experience in the Designation Office.” Frederick said. Richard scoffed, “This department has existed for over twenty years now and has resulted in the reduction of unemployment, a reduction in wastage and, most importantly, a reduction in crime.” Richard sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest. These were the same justifications he had heard many times before, he knew there were opponents of the system that disagreed, but he didn’t care about politics. Any time someone started discussing anything vaguely political his eyes would glaze over. They started doing it right there in the waiting room, but he stared at the screen regardless, it wasn’t like he had much else to do. “When the government of the time published the Case Review, named after the Review’s organiser, Hattie Case, it sent shockwaves through society. It showed that certain behaviours could be predicted by looking at things such as grades and childhood behaviour. Furthermore, it suggested that some people benefitted from a reduction in responsibilities to make them happier, and their community safer.” If there was one thing Richard was aware of, it was that the Case Review wasn’t necessarily all it was cracked up to be. He knew the government relied on it and referenced it often, but he also knew that people had long held that the Review was flawed or biased. He didn’t know the reasons for the arguments though. “The government decided that radical action was required. After much debate, the Designation Department was opened up as a new office of state. It was charged with making society safer, a job it has taken very seriously ever since it’s formation. Thus, we have developed tests that can decide where best to categorise everyone when they reach the age of eighteen.” Frederick’s smile was strangely unnatural in the way that all politicians looked like they had to be taught how to do it as an adult, “If you are watching this, chances are you are currently in a Designation Office and soon to find your own place in our society, either as a Little or a Big.” Another man, with grey hair and bushy eyebrows, opened the door and called another person through to an office. Richard watched him go and wondered if the same thoughts that were occupying him was also going through the others’ heads. “It is important to remember that whether Big or Little, you are still considered an equal citizen. There is no…” Frederick paused, apparently looking for the right words, “Wrong way to be. Being designated a Little shouldn’t be viewed as a failure or bad thing, the same way that being designated a Big isn’t a success. It is simply who you were meant to be…” Richard’s mouth twisted in a small wry smile. He looked around and saw some of the others having similar reactions to the last piece of information. Richard shook his head and stopped paying attention to the TV. Everyone wanted to avoid being designated as a Little like the plague. It was for good reason. Frederick Kline may have said that everyone was still considered “equal”, but it seemed very much like some were more equal than others. Littles were forcibly stripped of their adult responsibilities. They weren’t allowed jobs, or to live on their own. From the moment of their designation, they were no longer considered an adult. Richard had seen documentaries and government produced propaganda showing Littles and it made his skin crawl to think about it. Kept in a permanent state of babyhood for the rest of his life, with no chance at appealing the decision or getting a reprieve. It would surely feel like getting a life sentence in prison. Many of Richard’s friends had spent a lot of time over the previous few years trying to sus out how the system worked to make sure they were safe. The simple fact was that nobody knew exactly what factors were taking into account, what numbers were plugged into the algorithm, or anything else. There were just rumours and suggestions. Their teachers would always stress how important grades would be to your designation, commercials for local sport would talk about how important those activities were to have on record. It felt like as long as Richard could remember he had been hearing people tell him how to get designated as a Big. “Strange…” Richard muttered to himself as he looked up at the ceiling, “How being Little is apparently fine and yet everyone is trying to tell you how to avoid it…” “Richard Divey.” The voice made Richard jump as he quickly stood up. Standing at the door with a clipboard was a young woman who seemed to be only a year or two older than Richard. As he approached, he saw that she had a nametag that said her name was Zoe. She gave him a professional smile and held the door open for him to step through. “Third door on the left, Richard.” Zoe said. --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mpjlffindc0b642 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2506320

Emma has to make a trip to one of the school nurses, then it's off to the canteen with her friends after having to fend off some unwanted interest. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- “I’ll see you in the cafeteria.” I said. “Where are you going?” Zoe replied. “I have to, erm, see the nurse.” I was reluctant to revel the reason why though I had no doubt Zoe could divine it. “Ah, understood.” Zoe gave me a wink as she turned around and started walking away. In a day filled with things I hated to do this was pretty high up the list. The nurse’s office was its own little building outside the rear of the main school near the reception. I went through the door just before the reception desk and immediately cursed under my breath. The queue to see the nurse was already very long, it looked like I’d have to spend half my lunch in line behind all the other girls who had beat me there. It was usually better to try and get to the nurse outside of breaks between classes for that exact react. It wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter though. I needed a change, and this was the only place to get one. As I joined the end of the line I stumbled and almost ended up falling into the girl in front of me. I could’ve blamed the swollen mass of padding between my legs but, in truth, I think it was my lack of coordination making itself known. I’d had more than a few people suggest I should be crawling around for my own safety, most of them weren’t joking. My diaper was soaked but some of the girls were in a worse situation than that. The smell outside the nurse’s room was always miserable. We were outside but the fresh air was no match for a dozen messy young women. I waited impatiently until it was finally my time to go inside. The four nurses looked rushed off their feet. Each was in front of a changing table, three of them were currently occupied but the fourth was waving me over. I didn’t really have a favourite nurse, but Nurse Loondis was the one I was most familiar with. He was male, of course, there were very few women working in the medical field. “Hello, Emma. One or two?” The nurse said as I waddled over. “Just one.” I mumbled. I didn’t really appreciate my diaper’s condition being broadcasted to everyone else in the room. “Hop on up.” Nurse Loondis said. The only thing separating me from the other girls being changed was a thin sheet acting as a wall. People tended not to think too much about the modesty of girls since we are changed by so many people. It’s sometimes assumed we didn’t have modesty at all but, for me at least, I would’ve loved not to flash myself to anyone who happened to look in my direction. My diaper was soon exposed but before Nurse Loondis started changing me, I threw my hands down to cover the front of the padding. He sighed and looked at me doubtfully. “We’re very busy.” Nurse Loondis said, “We don’t really have time to do this.” “Please.” I said. I gave the nurse my best puppy dog eyes. Being seen as a pathetic girl could have its benefits sometimes. “Fine.” Nurse Loondis said, “But you’ll have to be quick.” That was as good as I was going to get. With the nurse supervising me I started pulling at the tapes on the diaper. My pacifier fell out of my mouth as I concentrated but even then my fingers had trouble pinching the tabs. After several attempts I managed to get it right and the wet diaper flopped down between my legs. “Are you sure you can do this?” Nurse Loondis asked. “Yes!” I replied impatiently. The nurse remained doubtful as he handed me some baby wipes. I ended up accidentally dropping them into the wet diaper before using them. He tried to hand me some more of the wipes, but I didn’t close my hand in time, and they fell to the floor. “Alright, we don’t have time for this.” Nurse Loondis said with a sigh. “I can do it!” I complained loudly. “You can try again another day, OK?” Nurse Loondis gave me a patronising smile. I laid flat against the table and pouted. I was endlessly frustrated at myself. It didn’t seem to matter how much I wanted to grow up my body just wouldn’t let me. It was like I was trapped in the body of a baby still. I had so little time left to show that I was mature and able to look after myself before it would be too late. With Nurse Loondis back in control the diaper change was relatively swift. He must’ve done thousands of them on girls like me over the years. He wiped me clean and slipped a fresh diaper underneath me. “So, any plans for the Prom?” Nurse Loondis asked casually as he rearranged the diaper underneath me. “I’m not going.” I replied simply. “Really?” Nurse Loondis pulled the front of the diaper up over my private parts, “A pretty girl like you must get the attention of all the boys.” I stared daggers at the nurse. The truth was I had been asked to the Prom, by seemingly half the boys in the graduating year, and a few in the lower ones too. I had turned them all down. All around me girls were falling over themselves trying to get a good man to take them to the dance, to make them a married woman. I couldn’t be less interested in that. I wasn’t looking to find some guy to look after me, I wanted to look after myself! I remained silent for the rest of the change and was glad to pick up my bag and leave when it was done. As I left the row of offices, I heard the nurse calling in the next girl who hurried in as if she was worried she might leak. I stepped through the door and immediately tripped over my own feet. I tumbled down the three steps leading to the ground and landed face down and spread-eagled. “God damn it.” I muttered to myself as tears filled my eyes. The problem I had was that my coordination seemed to be even worse than most girls my age. It seemed a cruel irony that I was so desperate to grow up and yet was the least developed in the one metric that mattered. I got back to my feet and dusted myself down. I hurried away from the scene of my accident as if gaining separation from it could make it as if it never happened. I wiped my eyes from the tears that kept traitorously trying to fall. “Emma, right?” A boy I only vaguely recognised stopped me as I was rushing past. “What?” I replied. I tried to sound as belligerent and unappealing as possible. I had a feeling I knew what was coming. “You look very pretty.” The boy continued, “Do you want to go to the Prom with me?” I felt disgust. Not because the young man in front of me was unattractive, though he definitely was, but because as he said those words I saw a vision of my future that made me shudder. Going to the Prom with this guy I’d never spoken to before, going to the hotel room afterwards, before long I’d be wed and at home popping out babies for him. It was my idea of hell. “No thanks.” I said simply as I turned away and continued on my journey. The guy, whose name I still didn’t know despite his proposal, showed me how special I was by asking the same question to the next girl behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see this other girl smiling and almost acting too keen. It was difficult to tell if her enthusiasm was genuine or simply feigned to supplicate the man in front of her, something her whole life had trained her to do. I carried on to the cafeteria and quickly saw my friends at our usual table. My circle of friends was very small, pretty much just the girls I was sitting with in class. I struggled to get on with my peers as I felt like I had nothing in common with them. Whilst I struggled to develop and learn, they seemed content with the lives planned out for them from birth. It was fine, if that’s what they really wanted, but I couldn’t help but look down my nose at them. The two friends I had were people I had known for almost as long as I could remember. Zoe, Nicole, and I had met when we had just started school and we’d stuck together ever since. I liked them, but even with my two best friends I felt… different. “So, Liam, tell me about that… thing.” Zoe said with a big toothy smile as she leaned forwards, elbows on the table and hands cupping her chin. “Huh?” Liam grunted. “The thing? The one you were talking about?” Zoe prompted, “The sport thing?” “Oh, baseball?” Liam replied, “Yeah, I’m on the team.” “Wow, how interesting.” Zoe replied. I rolled my eyes as I walked around the end of the table and sat down next to Zoe. As I got my lunch out of my bag, I saw Liam adjusting in his seat across the table to look more towards me. Whilst he had been mostly checked out before his increased interest towards me was obvious to all. Except maybe Zoe. “Hello, Emma.” Liam said brightly, “How are you?” “Same as always.” I replied with disinterest. It was my hope that showing that I clearly wasn’t interested in him would stop Liam from continuing. There wasn’t much chance of that though, guys weren’t used to girls thinking for themselves after all. Anything other than subservient interest and obedience was pretty alien to them. “That’s good. I’m pretty good too.” Liam fumbled in his bag and lifted up a small trophy, “I was just telling, erm…” “Zoe.” Zoe reminded him after a few seconds. “Right, I was just telling Zoe I just won the “Most Improved” award on the baseball team.” Liam placed the trophy on the table and smirked confidently. I think he was expecting me to fawn over it as if he’d just placed a large diamond in front of me. “So, you were crap, and now you’re a little less crap?” I asked. I smiled blithely as if I wasn’t aware of my insult. Next to me, on the other side to Zoe, Nicole snorted with laughter. She clearly understood what I was going for. I almost felt bad for Liam who let a short laugh of fake good humour as he sheepishly put his award away. The problem was, of all the men at school, he had asked me out the most. He clearly had a crush on me, but the feeling wasn’t mutual. He was good looking for sure, he was very sporty which gave him a great physique, but I wasn’t interested. Zoe was though, no matter how little attention he gave her. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. Thank you, and all support is very gratefully received: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mobgtuaba5be79/chapter/mpf36eqb8eb27c4 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2499632

Richard is a young man in a world where, at eighteen, everyone is designated as either a Big or Little. It's a big fork in the road and Richard has always downplayed the idea of "preparing" for it. As soon as it walks into the Designation Office he finds himself regretting his lack of preparation. Once he is designated, he has a lot to learn about his new life. --- I am only able to write as much as I do thanks to the generosity and support of my subscribers. Writing is my only source of income and it is because of these people that I am able to do that. It allows me to keep the lights on and puts food in my fridge. My subscribers get early access to all my stories, and access to around 30 EXCLUSIVE stories that are only available for my subscribers along with other benefits. If you are interested in supporting me and getting these benefits please consider checking out one of my subscriber pages. Thank you ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- The Designation By Elfy “Good luck, son.” Dad said. “You know we’ll love you regardless of what happens.” Mom added as she leaned down from the passenger seat to see Richard out of the car window. Richard looked back at the car and raised a hand to wave and then turned to face the Designation Office. He was far from the only one, there were a lot of people walking in and whilst most were walked out again, some were wheeled instead, in large strollers with varying expressions on their faces but usually ranging from complete shock to horror. “I’ll see you in a bit.” Richard said as he casually walked away from the car. They had driven into the city for this. Arriving at the one Designation Office in their region, one of many families coming for the mandatory classification of a loved one, it was a day few looked forward to even if few had reasons to dread it. Richard, newly eighteen-years-old as of a week previously, hadn’t really felt any particular anxiety about what was to come. He was confident that he would get the result he wanted to hear. He may not have been the most diligent student and sometimes he had made mistakes but, if nothing else, he knew the odds were in his favour. Many more people received good news rather than bad. That was what Richard’s sister had repeatedly reassured him anyway. That more people came out happy than not. Kate had spent a lot of her teen years exasperating her parents by going to the many protests against Designation. It was something she felt passionate about, to the point of nearly getting herself in serious trouble a few times. She was fifteen years old, three years younger than Richard, but she was much more switched on to what was happening politically. She’d been annoying Richard when he was trying to relax and watch TV, constantly showing him pamphlets and reading off tips she’d found online for passing the Designation. It didn’t matter how many times Richard told her he would be fine, she just looked at him with concern and tried again to reach him. The large concrete building was imposing. It looked like City Hall with steps leading up to giant columns and big oak doors guarded on either side by armed men. They looked bored as they watched the people going in and out, everyone knew the trouble was far less likely to come from those entering the building compared to those leaving. To say some were disappointed with what they were told inside would be an understatement. For the first time, Richard started to feel some butterflies in his stomach as he walked up the steps. The main lobby was humming with attention. On the far side of the hall was a desk with a couple of young women standing behind it, pointing people to the places they needed to go. Richard joined one of the queues and tried to look as unbothered as possible. He looked up at a poster on the wall that showed a cartoon image of a baby along with the caption “Every Little Helps” and then some text about the benefits of Designation. “Here alone?” A man asked from the queue next to him. “My parents are outside.” Richard replied to the stranger. He looked away, hoping to dissuade further conversation. “Good idea.” The man replied, “If things go wrong, they can…” “Nothing is going wrong.” Richard said firmly. The man smiled and nodded his head a few times before striking up a conversation with someone else in the queue behind Richard. As he waited, the queue long and not moving particularly quickly, a middle-aged woman walked up and down the lines handing out leaflets. “Thanks.” Richard said as he took one. “Good luck.” The woman replied with a motherly smile. Richard turned the leaflet over and looked at the front cover. The title made his stomach flip over. “Designation Little” and underneath was the text “What happens next?” There was a photo on the front of a man not to dissimilar to himself who was smiling and waving for the camera, a pacifier in his mouth and his crotch bulging with the clear outline of a diaper. Richard didn’t open the leaflet. He folded it up and put it in his pocket, not wanting to see it any longer. “Next!” One of the women behind the desk shouted. Everyone in Richard’s queue took a step forwards. There was an uneasy tension in the air that Richard didn’t like. He knew some of his friends had been worried about their own trips to the Designation Office, but the ones who had gone said it was easy, and they’d all been assigned Big. Richard had never been one to pay much attention to teachers, his natural intelligence was enough to just about give him passing grades, and, in particular, he didn’t listen when they talked about Designation Day. He wished he had paid a little more attention now, if only so he knew what was coming. There was a lot of noise and confusion in the large lobby. Richard turned this way and that as people hurried through different doors. Whilst the new adults that were there to get designated were the main source of people, they were far from the only ones. There were a lot of other services that the Designation Office took care of, though Richard couldn’t remember all of them, mostly he just remembered the adult adoptions. In particular, he remembered a conversation between two of his friends, Troy, the captain of the football team that Richard sometimes played on, and Charlie. “Would you rather go back home afterwards…” Charlie had asked when the three of them were hanging out one day, “Or go for adoption?” “Home.” Troy had replied after a few seconds of thought. “Really?” Charlie had seemed surprised, “I’m not sure I’d be able to face my family again.” “They’d take better care of you than some random people, right?” Troy said with a shrug, “What do you think, Richard?” “I think it’s a waste of time thinking about it.” Richard had replied, “It’s, what, two percent of people that get designated Little? I don’t see the point in worrying about things that won’t happen.” “You’re not worried that you…” Troy had started. “Nope.” Richard cut him off, “Not at all. And you shouldn’t be either.” Richard had remembered Charlie and Troy looking at each other before the conversation moved on to other topics. Charlie had been to the Designation Office a fortnight before Richard, he’d been assigned Big quite quickly apparently. They didn’t even bother with the test, just looked at his history and gave him the green stamp. Troy wasn’t due for his own trip to the Office for another month. As long as you set your Designation Day no later than a month after your eighteenth birthday there generally wasn’t any problems. Despite him saying he was confident, Richard had booked himself in on the last possible day, putting it off for as long as he possibly could. The queue was moving incredibly slowly. Richard shuffled back and forth on the spot and looked around at the other people in with him. There was an interesting mix between the confident and the anxious, it seemed to have a lot to do with body size. The taller and stronger people seemed, in most cases to be more confident. Richard had heard the rumours that being big and strong could make you more likely to receive the Big designation, but as far as he was aware, that was just an urban myth. The process took into account a lot of factors, most of which were already decided before you set foot in the building. The exact process and calculation was a closely guarded secret though, people could only guess what they took into account. “Next!” The queue moved forwards again. Richard looked at his phone. After half an hour he was finally nearing the front, he would be the next person to step forwards. He watched the person currently at the table, it was the young man who had tried to speak to him earlier. After giving his name, the person behind the desk started to type some things into the computer. Richard noted that the young man’s foot was rather rapidly tapping on the ground. “Good news.” The woman behind the computer said, “We’ve collated all the usual background data, and I can confirm your designation as Big.” “R-Really?” The young man asked. He seemed shocked, but in a good way, “Just like that?” “Congratulations.” The woman said with a professional smile, “Your grades along with extra-curricular activities put you past the threshold, there will be no need for anything more from you today.” “Oh, wow.” The young man let out a deep breath of relief. “If you want to take a seat over there.” The woman pointed at a seating area to the side of the room, “We’ll get the certificate and card printed out for you. Someone should come out and see you in about five minutes.” “OK, great.” The man had a skip in his step as he turned away, “Oh, thank you!” The woman smiled at him. As the young man started towards the seating area, he turned and looked back at the queues he had just left. He caught Richard’s eyes and gave a big smile and double thumbs up. Richard smiled and nodded back. “Good luck!” The man mouthed and he showed he had his fingers crossed. Richard repeated the gesture as the man turned and walked away. It was starting to get irritating that everyone was wishing him luck. That random guy didn’t seem all that special, certainly no different to himself, if he was waved straight through into the Big category without any other problems then surely Richard would as well. He must’ve been starting on a good footing at least --- If you liked this update and want to see the next update RIGHT NOW you can do so here: https://reamstories.com/page/lpjgftb4y2/story/mozb40hx8a1381/chapter/mp980rxw2bcddc1 https://subscribestar.adult/posts/2494988

Normally, at Emma's age, girls aren't quite as uncoordinated as she is. She is very much behind most of her peers.

We find out what school life is like for Emma and her friends. When there is an unexpected intrusion, Emma finds herself in a difficult situation. --- I'm only able to write as much as I do thanks to the amazing support of my readers. Writing is my only income and I appreciate everyone who reads my stories more than you all can imagine. If you enjoy my stories and want to see updates a week before everyone else PLUS read 35+ stories only available on my membership sites please have a look at the links below. All support is very gratefully accepted ❤️ https://reamstories.com/elfy https://subscribestar.adult/elfy --- I walked over to my usual table and sat down. Straight away I folded my arms across my chest to let everyone know I was in a bad mood. My friends sitting at the table, Zoe and Nicole, knew me well enough to not try to say anything to me as I waited for the teacher to start. I felt the recently wet diaper press against me and felt my mood turn even sourer. I had begged and begged my parents to allow me to at least try to potty train, but they had outright refused. Nothing would show the school authorities that I could be moved into classes with the boys like learning to use the toilet, my parents knew that, and I assumed that was one of the reasons they were so against it. Whenever I tried to train myself, my parents would give me “medicine” to make sure I failed. I soon learned not to try unless I wanted to be humiliated or left in diapers long past the point that they needed changing. “Good morning, girls.” Mr. Smith walked in. Despite his greeting he was looking kind of dour which wasn’t unusual for him, “Before we begin is there anyone who needs to visit the nurse?” A couple of hands went up and those girls were dismissed. What the teacher was really asking us was whether any of us needed our diaper changed. Usually, we were checked rather than asked but clearly Mr. Smith was letting laziness win out. The lessons never stopped when girls were absent with the nurse. If the lessons were paused every time it happened, we’d never get anything done. Not that anything we were taught in that classroom was anything I actually wanted to learn. “Right, well, this morning we will be picking up where we left off last week.” Mr. Smith said as he unlocked a cupboard and started picking up some small boxes. I groaned. There were few things I actually enjoyed doing in school, but what was coming was the worst. A box was placed in front of me, and I opened it up to reveal a needle, some thread and various pieces of cloth. Sewing was one of those vital skills all girls had to learn. The sciences were ignored, our maths was extremely basic, but sewing was very important. I didn’t even try to hide my disgust as everyone started opening the boxes the teacher handed out. Mr. Smith stopped when he saw the sour look on my face. “Come on, Emma, a pretty girl like you should be smiling.” Mr. Smith said, “This will really help when you have children.” I glared at Mr. Smith. I wasn’t too quiet about how much I hated my position, so it was hard to tell if the teacher was intentionally trying to wind me up. I knew if I spoke up it would mean punishment but holding my tongue wasn’t easy. I knew for a fact Mr. Smith didn’t like teaching us. No one wanted to be teacher that was “relegated” to teaching the girls. No one wanted to use all their educational qualifications to just teach the basics to a bunch of people they regarded as not needing to know more. The resentment caused Mr. Smith to see us as a burden rather than an opportunity to teach, he saw himself as a babysitter more than a teacher. I knew all this because he wasn’t at all shy about telling us. Teaching girls was basically a dead-end career-wise. I looked down at my little collection of sewing equipment. Other girls were already getting started. Zoe, sitting next to me, had her tongue between her teeth as she tried to thread the needle. I noticed that on my other side Nicole was already sewing surprisingly well. “I hate doing this…” I grumbled. “We know.” Zoe said through her gritted teeth as she managed to get the thread through the small hole at last. “Pacifiers in, girls.” Mr. Smith called over. I sighed but picked up my pacifier and pushed it between my lips anyway. I hated doing as I was told but it was another unfair school rule that would get me in trouble if I didn’t follow it. I bit down on the bulb as I tried to join in the other girls and start sewing the cloth together. There was another reason I hated sewing and pretty much everything else I was forced to do. Loathe as I was to admit it, my coordination wasn’t just bad in general, it was pretty bad even for a girl. Whilst everyone in the class managed to thread their needles after a few minutes I continued to struggle. It was the simplest part of the whole process and as everyone moved on to the next stage I was still sitting there failing to get my fingers to cooperate. “Do you want me to help?” Nicole asked around the latex nipple filling her mouth. “No.” I muttered darkly. I glanced sideways to see that not only had she managed to get the thread through the small hole, but she’d already made half a dozen stitches. It was incredibly frustrating to be so sure I could get on in the boys’ classes whilst being held back by my body. After a couple more failed attempts to get the thread through the hole I threw it all down on the table in anger. “Is there a problem, Emma?” Mr. Smith’s voice came from directly behind me. I jumped and felt a squirt of urine shoot into my padding. “No…” I replied slowly. “Then keep trying.” Mr. Smith said, “You’ll never get to college if you give up like that.” Mr. Smith chuckled and rubbed the top of my head before walking off to another table. I hadn’t thought I could be any angrier but somehow the teacher had managed to spike my temper. He knew of my dreams and saw my failings. To treat it all like some sort of joke was galling. It made me want to get up and… “Calm down.” Zoe said to me without looking up from her own sewing. She’d managed to complete one haphazard looking stitch. I simmered in my seat as I took a few deep breaths. Zoe and Nicole knew me well enough to know that it didn’t take a lot to get my temper to spill over. I tried to concentrate on the sewing again. As much as I hated it there was no other way out. I needed to prove I had the coordination needed to be allowed into the classes with the boys. At eighteen-years-old I was fast running out of time and if I failed my life would be just like my mothers. I couldn’t think of a worse fate. I sucked on my pacifier as I tried to thread the needle again. My hands shook more and more the closer I got. It felt like I was going cross-eyed. I tried to push it through and missed by half an inch. I tried again and was closer. On the third try it finally went through. I broke into a big smile mostly hidden by the soother’s mouth guard. I belatedly realised that with all my concentration I had started sweating. It was a victory! “Finished.” Nicole said loudly as she raised her hand. I looked up and saw that she had very neatly sewed the two pieces of cloth together. I had to admit it looked very good, almost to the same level mom had when she sewed stuff at home. Suddenly me managing to complete step one of the process felt like nothing at all. I sighed as I picked up the cloth and started preparing the next step. “Teacher’s pet.” Zoe said with a playful grin at Nicole. I didn’t know how Zoe could be so calm about everything. Did she not realise what would happen if we remained in the stupid class until graduation? Did she care? It was true that I was a bit of an outlier, one of the few people not inherently alright with the status quo. Most of the girls were perfectly content to grow at their own pace and live a life home making. Nicole’s only response to Zoe was to stick her tongue at her. The two girls shared a laugh as Mr. Smith came over to inspect the work. He held up Nicole’s accomplishment and I watched enviously. “Wow, you really did a great job!” Mr. Smith said. He patted Nicole on the head, “You lined it up nicely and everything. As a special treat why don’t you go over to the corner and start play time early?” Nicole looked very pleased with herself as she stood up. She took a couple of steps towards the corner and then stopped. Her dress was extremely short so when the rear of her diaper started to bulge out a couple of seconds later, I knew exactly what was happening. As much as I felt bad for my friend, I couldn’t completely hide a small smirk as I thought “not so grown up after all…” “Erm, Sir, may I visit the nurse first?” Nicole asked a few seconds later. “Of course. I’ll write you a pass.” Mr. Smith replied as the pair headed over to the desk. I looked down at my sewing work once again but before I had a chance to place another sloppy stitch, I heard the door to the classroom open. I looked up and turned to the door and was shocked. It was a guy. It was a man I had never seen before. He was tall and had tanned skin, with brown hair that almost reached his shoulders. He had a backpack slung over his shoulder and was holding it with one hand whilst in the other he was scanning a piece of paper. He seemed confused. “Can I help you?” Mr. Smith asked as he looked up from the desk, he was writing the permission slip at. “I think I’m lost.” The new guy said. “Well, come in.” Mr. Smith said, “I’ll help you in a second. I doubt this is your classroom!” Mr. Smith chuckled as he signed the note and handed it to Nicole. She was blushing even harder as she hurried out of the room past this new boy. The guy walked inside and looked around; he was smiling but it didn’t seem like he was making fun of us. When I looked around, I saw that I was far from the only girl distracted by the new entrant into the room. I rolled my eyes and returned to my work. I felt weirdly protective of my classroom. I hated being there, but I found myself resenting a man coming in as well. Girls weren’t given much, but this was ours, I didn’t appreciate my territory being invaded by someone I saw as the enemy. As I tried to feed the needle through the cloth in my hands, I hoped he would find what he needed and leave as soon as possible. “He’s so hot!” Zoe whispered to me as she wantonly stared at the entrant. “Keep your panties on.” I replied dismissively, “Besides, I thought you wanted Liam to notice you.” Zoe gave me a sharp look before returning to ogle the stranger. I shook my head at her behaviour. I hated my situation, and nothing ground my gears like watching other girls playing their role to perfection. I was determined not to be just another pretty face for a guy to pick out as his trophy wife and domestic servant. Unfortunately, to escape that fate I really needed to get my coordination together and that wasn’t happening. “Ah, Jacob, yes?” Mr. Smith said as he checked the paper the new guy was carrying. I looked up again. If I resented this man, this “Jacob”, for coming into my domain then why did I keep looking up at him just like all the other girls here? I shook my head and tried to focus. The only way I was going to improve my station was if I could prove my coordination was acceptable. I had to concentrate. “Ah, yes, obviously this isn’t your room.” Mr. Smith said as he checked the schedule, “You’ve got the right room number but the wrong floor. You need to go up a level.” I heard Jacob laugh and like a magnet I was drawn to looking up at him again. I may have been determined not to be just another girl destined to pop out babies and look after a man, but I was still heterosexual, I could still appreciate a good-looking guy. Objectively speaking Jacob was a handsome looking person. There was nothing wrong with me noticing that even if I hated how he kept stealing my attention. My hands were still moving despite me not looking what I was doing. I had been annoyed at myself for being so easily distracted and now I was about to get my comeuppance. I could hardly sew properly when I was looking at the work, when I was looking elsewhere, I had no chance. The needle came up through the cloth in my hands and straight into my thumb. “Ah!” I immediately screamed like a little girl and dropped the cloth on to the table. Everyone turned my way as my bottom lip trembled. Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry! I begged myself. I looked down at my thumb and saw a small drop of blood forming where I had inadvertently punctured myself. I was trying to keep a lid on my emotions, but it was as impossible for me to do as the sewing itself was. My eyes watered and when I tried to blink the tears away, they simply rolled down my face. My composure broke entirely, and I burst into tears. Loud humiliating crying punctured the air made worse by how I knew I was humiliating myself. I didn’t look up from my table, but I was sure Jacob must’ve thought I was just a stupid little girl like the rest of my classmates. Just like coordination, emotional control developed late for most girls, and it seemed I was behind the curve in that respect as well. “Alright, Jacob, if you can’t find your room feel free to come back for more help.” Mr. Smith said. Speaking louder to be heard over my wailing, “I have to deal with this.” I dared to glance up and saw that Jacob was indeed looking straight at me as he was handed back his schedule. I didn’t hear what he said to our teacher as he hurried out of the room. Mr. Smith came over to me, he seemed annoyed about the commotion I was making. I didn’t blame him. I was annoyed by it too. “It’s OK, Emma, it’s just a little pinprick.” Mr. Smith said condescendingly, “Come to my desk. I’ve got some band-aids.” I rose from my chair and followed the teacher. I looked over to the door which was closing. Was it the tears distorting my vision, or did I see Jacob peeking through the gap until the last possible moment? It must’ve been my eyes playing tricks on me, I couldn’t think of a reason anyone would want to be near me making all this noise. I knew that when any of the other girls cried like this it was all I could do to not run out of the room with my ears covered. A small pink band-aid was wrapped around my finger. It almost immediately started to calm my tears somewhat as I returned to my desk. I was red in the face, not just from the crying, but because of how I had lost control like I did. I wanted to prove I could be mature and should be given a chance in the proper classes before school ended but instead, I was managing to do the complete opposite. When I sat back down, I shuddered. My diaper had swollen up and the bottom felt very warm. At some point during my meltdown, I had apparently wet myself and not even noticed. I sighed and hung my head. This was turning into a hell of a day. --- If you want to see what happens next RIGHT NOW you can do so at one of the following links. 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I thought I wrote (though maybe I forgot!) that Anna et al took some of the syringes with them. Once out of Sallas they were handed over to government scientists who could reverse engineer how it was made and synthesise more for Jane.