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Maria whimpered as the low cut skirt rustled in her frenzy movements. The pink of her panties flashing each time. Panties she knew she wouldn't have for long. "Please. Let me wear a mask or go outside." She wanted to beg for the shot but knew that wad beyond her reach. The secretary sitting in the comfy office just looked at her without a hint of mercy or care. "Miss Maria. You were notified of the results. You were notified the moment you turned 21. You are to be trained in the "spoiled brat" job. I cannot help you in anyway that might jeperdise that training. Now once you are done a caretaker will come to pick you up shortly" Maria just moaned in pleasure. Beyond the point were she could listen. She'd been denied the shot that let her breath the aphrodisiacs that were pumped into the air all around her. She let out a final squeel as electric pleasure filled her groan. A moment of pure explosive ecstacy strong enough to bring her to her knees. Then another and another hit her. She cried and whimpered but the secretary just watched impassionetly as she jerked in pleasure. A puddle forming in the floor as she passed out. The last thing she heard was soft voice telling her she was a good girl. .... Sorry for this chapter being short ill try to make the next one less short.

Hi there, Long time silent follower and reader of the stories on this site. Had been thinking of writing a story of my own for a while now and the backtoschool competition gave me the motivation I needed. I envision this as being the first part of a three or four part story so not all of the context is provided at the beginning however let me assure you that the characters mentioned are eighteen years of age and older. Further background to the school and its students will be explored in later instalments. Hope you all enjoy! Mount Usher Reform School Jesse Wilson fidgeted as discreetly as she could at her desk. She desperately needed to use the bathroom and wanted nothing more than to run out of the lesson and relieve herself. However, students were not permitted to use the bathroom during class time at Mount Usher Reform School. Gently, shaking her right leg to distract from her ever-growing discomfort in her bladder and bowels Jesse contemplated her options. There was still thirty-five minutes left until the bell and she did not think she was going to be able to hold it until then so she had figured she had three choices. First, she could try to get up and leave. The problem with this however was that the six Classroom Disciplinarians standing around the edges of the classroom were watching all of her classmates intensely, searching for any signs of misconduct, and if she tried anything she knew she would be down the back of the class over their knee before she could even open her mouth to plead her case. A spanking such as those delivered by the Disciplinarians was no small thing to endure and Jesse suspected, the way she was at the moment, it was likely it would result in her having an accident. No, she thought, there was no way she could leave without disaster ensuing. Even now, she had to be careful her less-than-full attention on the lesson did not give the Disciplinarians cause to punish her. Sparing a moment to focus on the board and what Ms. Smyth was saying she was glad at least that this emergency was occurring during Maths, which came easy to her, and she was confident would be able to answer any question without difficulty if called upon. Returning to considering her problem Jesse thought that her second choice was to just attempt to hold it regardless and hope that she would be able to make it despite how badly she felt she needed to go. It was possible she thought that if she could just keep her mind off things she may manage to get through the rest of the class. The only problem with this of course was if she was wrong and soiled herself. Not only would she be humiliated in front of all her peers and the school staff, it would bring her to the attention of the sixth Classroom Disciplinarian the so called “Potty Patrolman”. Toileting problems of any kind fell under the Potty Patrolman’s remit and once that happened it was an inevitable and demeaning return to fulltime diapers. In her one and a half years so far at Mount Usher it did not matter what reason or circumstance might have led to you having an accident – whether it was an illness, bedwetting, a prank, an oversight when wiping - the moment your school approved panties were any less than pristine at the 8am and 8pm inspections you were done for. Even now as Jesse feigned attention to the lesson she could see her friend and former roommate Hazel in the front or “Toddler” row with two other girls. A simple mishap with some orange juice and now she was strapped into a highchair styled chair, though at normal height, sucking a pacifier and wearing a onesie and thick diaper – the uniform for those at toddler level. No, Jesse shook gently shook her head, she could not risk an accident of any kind, let alone a messy one, if she were to retain what little independence, she had at the Reform School. This she knew left her with a final but almost similarly inconceivable choice. Although, it was made clear to the girls that they were not allowed to leave to go to the bathroom during class and all requests to do so would be denied and ignored, if it was an emergency, they could ask to use the class potty. This was a bright yellow, child’s potty with a smiling clown face, sized for adults located in its own demarcated “Potty Zone”. The rules stated that it could be used during class up to three times in one week before you would be placed under the care of the Potty Patrolman. The only problem was that the Potty Zone was in full view of the staff and students since it consisted only of a small plinth to the side of the classroom, upon which the potty sat, and a named sign which hung on the wall behind it. The logic of the Potty Zone being that the student was not really missing class if they used it no matter how long they took since they could keep following the lesson even as they went. Thinking it through Jesse knew what she had to do. Although it would certainly be mortifying for her, she was going to have to ask to use the classroom potty. It was rare enough that any of the girls took this option because of its nature, even just for peeing, so the fact Jesse was going to use it for both number one and two would be the talk of the school for a couple of days. However, she told herself that although no one was likely to completely forget the memory, at least she would not be moved down a level, and her experience would be overlooked once someone else had been embarrassed by the Reform School. Waiting until Ms. Smyth came to a natural rest in her explanation, Jesse raised her hand. Despite the anxiety and dread she was feeling over what she had decided to inflict on herself she was glad she was mature enough to make the decision. Already it was clear that a few of her silent but deadly toots had attracted the attention of the Patrolman’s two aids who were sniffing about and looking in the direction of the Toddler and Pre-schooler rows. After a few moments Ms. Smyth noticed Jesse’s hand and called on her. “Yes Ms. Wilson, do you have a question about the lesson?” “No Miss” Jesse replied with only a slight tremble in her voice. “I wanted to ask if I may use the potty? It is an emergency”. Hearing this, Jesse felt as though the classroom came to a complete halt and now everyone’s eyes and attention was focused solely on her. Her anxiety instantly went up a notch and she could feel her cheeks going red. “Really now” Ms. Smyth said grinning like a Cheshire cat and throwing knowing glances to the Classroom Disciplinarians and Patrolman’s Aids. “Well, I suppose …” she started and then paused as though considering things while Jesse waited in desperation “I suppose you may since it is not like you to try and waste class time, and since you stated it is urgent, if, you have been paying attention. Before you go tell me what is the answer to the following problem on the board?” she said pointing to a particular question. Jesses looked at the problem. It read: Solve for X: 3x+7=22 Thankfully it seemed easy enough to her. Jesse replied “Em… the answer is X is equal to five Miss”. Hearing her answer Ms. Smyth frowned for a moment making Jesse even more anxious and distressed. She was desperately trying not to fart or let anything out to prevent herself from embarrassing herself further than what was necessary. Eventually however Miss Smyth said “That is correct. How did you get the answer?” Rapidly, Jesse replied “To isolate X I subtracted seven from both sides. That left me with 3X is equal to fifteen, then I divided both sides by three to get X is equal to five.” Seeming satisfied then Ms. Smyth said “Yes, well done that is correct answer and solution. For those of you who are struggling… I am looking at you in particular Ms. Robinson” eyeing one particular girl in the second row “take note, as similar questions will be on the test on Friday”. “Now Jesse” she said motioning one of the Potty Aids “you can go and Mrs. King will help you. Everybody else begin working on problems three to fifteen in your textbooks. I do not need to remind you that the Disciplinarians will be watching to make sure no one is daydreaming or slacking off.” Having heard Miss Smyth’s words every one of their classmates turned to their books and copies with an exaggerated fervour all determined not to be punished, however Jesse knew each of them would be attentively following her shameful performance in a few moments out of the corner of their eyes. After all she would have done the same. Who and how someone was punished or humiliated was top gossip among the students at Mount Usher. Jesse waited until the old but fierce Mrs. King proffered her hand before standing, gently taking her hand in turn and allowing herself to be led to the Potty Zone. Instead, of taking the shortest path through the rows, Mrs. King brought her to the opposite side of the rectangular classroom, up the aisle to the top of the class and then finally back down the other side to her destination. Thankfully Jesse still had the presence of mind to watch out for other student’s feet up at the Toddler row who attempted to trip her in a bid to make her have an accident – misery loves company. Mrs. King stood Jesse on the plinth in front of the potty and then began to undo her skirt which she removed after checking it and placing it to one side. She then pulled down Jesse’s underwear and had her step out of them so that she was naked from the waste down but for her shoes and ankle socks. Once she had fully inspected Jesse’s panties for any sign of accident, she placed them on top of the skirt and then taking Jesse’s hand once more directed her bottom down onto the potty – and not a moment too soon. Jesse had practically been doing the potty dance while Mrs. King was going through the proceedings. Looking up at Mrs. King, the older woman finally said “alright Jesse try going to the potty like a big girl”. This was all the encouragement Jesse needed and having been given permission she proceeded to noisily empty her bowels and then bladder into the plastic container. A great squelching noise could be heard by all as her poo hit the bottom of the potty and then a loud hissing noise. Such was her relief that in spite of herself Jesses could not help but release a sigh as this happened. It was only as she was letting out a final few small but very audible farts that seemed to resound within the hollow potty that Jesse began to feel embarrassment over what she had just done. At first, as she came back to herself, she became aware that she was half naked, sitting over her own filth, the smell of which was awful, and there was no toilet paper in sight for her to clean herself up. Then she realised that not only had Mrs. King been watching her the whole time but she could also see some grins from the Class Disciplinarians. Suddenly, she felt tremendously vulnerable and ashamed, and if she could have hidden somewhere, anywhere she would have done so. It was only that Mrs. King was still gently holding her hand that she was prevented from running out the door and sobbing. Looking Jesse straight into her eyes which were beginning to look a bit lost as she receded into herself Mrs. King said “Well done, Jesse” as though she were congratulating a two-year-old who had just begun toilet training. “I bet that feels so much better having gotten that all out. Such a big girl making it to the potty on time!” Looking over to the Toddler and Pre-school rows before looking over to the teacher she said “There are a few potty pants who could take note here as well, isn’t that right Ms. Smyth. Ms. Wilson isn’t just good at maths, she’s also very good at using the potty, isn’t she?” “She certainly is Mrs. King. That was very well done. Exactly what a big girl should do when she needs to use the toilet” replied Ms. Smyth once again with a large grin on her face. Turning to Hazel in the front row, she said “I bet you wish you could be a big girl like your friend Ms. Wilson here, don’t you Ms. Fisher? Instead of being a silly little toddler who does all her pee-pee and poo-poo in her pampers.” Turning red at being singled out, Hazel squeaked behind her pacifier “Yeth, Mwis Swmyth”. “Well, maybe you’ll get there one day, but by the looks of your diaper not for a good long time yet. You have absolutely soaked it! You are quite the little super soaker aren’t you Ms. Fisher." Looking very ashamed and on the verge of tears Hazel said again “Yeths, Mwis Swmyth”. Although, it looked as though Ms. Smyth would keep berating poor Hazel or one of the other toddler girls, at her last comment, Jesse heard someone snigger from somewhere in one of the back rows which they quickly tried to turn into a cough. Unfortunately, for them once of the Classroom Disciplinarians caught them and dragged them up out of their desk by the wrist with an undignified yelp from the girl. Even as she still sat on the potty, Jesse could see that it was Margaret Carter who had been caught and knew from her demeanour that it was probably a nervous laugh she had let out rather than a malicious one. However, now Margaret had caught Ms. Smyth’s ire. “Is there you find funny Ms. Carter about a girl Ms. Fisher’s age still going to the bathroom in her pants?” Ms. Smyth asked giving Margaret a death stare. Jesse like all of the girls in the class knew that this was one of those questions with no right answer. If Margaret said yes then she would likely be given a lesson in empathy which could end in any manner of punishment. However, if she said no then she would be asked to explain why she was laughing and if she could not give a satisfactory answer be called a liar as well. Knowing she was trapped Margaret replied “Sorry Miss, I didn’t mean to laugh but I couldn’t help it. Super soaker is what my mother calls my two-year-old brother as well.” “So, you admit then” said Ms. Smyth “that you were laughing at Ms. Fisher”. “Yes, Ms Smyth” said Margaret hanging her head in shame. “And why did you try to conceal the truth by coughing?” asked Ms. Smyth “I, I didn’t mean to laugh at Ms. Fisher, I wasn’t trying to be mean Miss. It was just the word super soaker made me laugh so I tried to turn the laugh into a cough to hide it and also to try not to disrupt the class” Margaret replied hesitantly. “I see” said Ms. Smith. “Well even if that is the truth and you did not mean to offend Miss Fisher and disrupt my class, you have certainly done that, haven’t you…Haven’t You???” “Yes, Ms Smith. I am sorry Hazel I did not mean to laugh” she said turning to a still mortified Hazel, before turning back to Ms. Smith. “I am sorry Ms Smith for interrupting your class and wasting precious learning time”. “Good. I accept your apology” said Ms. Smyth “and I am sure Hazel does as well. I am glad you recognised your fault and you did not need me to tell you to apologise. That shows maturity. However, because I will not tolerate bullying of any sort in my classroom, even by accident, Mr. Moore is going to give you a sound spanking during recess this morning to ensure you do not do so again, even accidentally, and even when it is funny that a big girl like Ms Fisher is a super soaker. Do you understand and accept your punishment?” Margaret having gone pale knowing that she would not be able to sit down for a week after being paddled by Mr. Moore, otherwise known as Classroom Disciplinarian Number 4, said “Yes Miss. I understand and accept. I’m very sorry”. “Good, and I’m sure you will be very sorry indeed missy during recess! You are lucky though that you accepted your punishment so maturely. Next time I catch you laughing at anyone in my class you are going to have your bathroom privileges revoked and then we will see how funny you think it is being a super soaker yourself.” The whole class having just witnessed this discourse never looked busier to Jesse just then, who was still sitting, half- naked on the potty. “Now where were we” said Ms. Smyth turning back to Jesse and Mrs. King. Checking her watch Ms. Smyth said “there are only just under twenty minutes left in the lesson Mrs. King after dealing with all that silliness. If you could finish helping our potty superstar with her business and bring her back to her seat so that she can continue with the lesson I would appreciate it.” With that Ms. Smyth seemingly lost all interest in Jesse and began walking down the classroom rows, checking to see how much work the students had done so far. Jesse knew from experience that Ms. Smyth would find enough mistakes that there would be at least two or three spankings given out by the end of the lesson. Still out of sorts and feeling very exposed when Mrs King asked her, more quietly this time, if she was finished Jesse could only nod her head in assent. After that, she gently manoeuvred Jesse up off the potty and turned her to the side before forcing her to bend over. Mrs. King then produced a packet of Huggies Baby Wipes as though by magic and began wiping Jesse’s dirty bottom and genitalia before Jesse could even think to protest and ask to do it herself. After each wipe had been used Mrs. King made a point of showing it to Jesse and whispering things like “so dirty” or “disgusting” before throwing them into the potty. Once she had been cleaned to Mrs. Kings satisfaction, her school approved panties were then brought back and Jesse was asked to step into them. Mrs. King then drew them up Jesse’s legs pulling them up right to the top more tightly than necessary so that for a moment it almost seemed as though she were giving her a wedgie. She then had Jesse step into her skirt and tightened it for her, before patting her on the bum a couple of times and leading her all around the room and back to her chair. It was only as Jesse sat down, momentarily relieved despite being thoroughly humiliated she had managed to avoid total long-term disaster, that she realised something was wrong. Her panties felt a little bit damp and sticky under her bum where she was sitting. Jesse hoped it was only residual dampness from the baby wipes but she feared Mrs. King had deliberately failed to wipe her completely so that when she pulled the panties back up so tightly, they would be stained. Considering this new dilemma, Jesse looked on as the potty was being taken to be emptied by the other Potty Aid in the class. With the windows open and special air conditioner working overtime it would not be long until the potty smell would be gone from the classroom, unless of course one of the Toddler or Pre-school level students had a messy accident. If her soiled panties did not give off a potty smell, Jesse felt that it was possible this issue would go unnoticed until lunch when she could quickly swap her panties in her dorm room and wash her current pair by hand. However, she feared that for some reason Mrs. King was out to get her after what she had just done and she would make up some excuse for a panty inspection before then. Suddenly, it was looking all too likely to Jesse that all the indignities she had just put herself through may have been for nothing and there would be more to come soon. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

Well, it's that time of year when kids return to school. Kasarberang has been doing great with his femdom contests, so I am adding to the mix with one of my favorite ABDL subjects: schools. Write a story that involves some aspect of diapers or baby action that involves a school. You can create a special school if you like, or write of situations involving students wearing diapers at a "normal" school for whatever reason you can invent. I'll put up $100 for first place, $50 for second, $25 for third. Additional prizes possible. RULES; Post your original story in the Story and Art Forum. Tag it with backtoschool (see the tag on this post). Post a reply to this thread with a link to your story. Any length is acceptable, but I'd prefer it to be kept all in one thread. Remember the rule barring putting minor characters in sexual situations. I'll be traveling during the first weeks of September, so I'm giving you until September 15 to submit your stories. I'll spend the rest of the month reading them. In addition to the eligibility for the prizes, I promise a frank review of your submission. I'm looking forward to what you come up with.

Before I start on the story, I'd like to thank Willnotwill for his writing contest. It was just the challenge I needed to get back to writing new stories. And with that out of the way boys and girls, are you ready for a story? As with my other stories, this series has an entry on my index post. ----------------------------------- Going back to school Maggie wiped the fog from the bathroom mirror and stared at her own reflection. She sighed. Despite looking like she was in her late 20s she felt several decades older. At least things should be going back to something more normal now. The last four years had just been insane and ridiculous. The covid lockdowns had been problematic enough, but the preceding years had been weirder and more chaotic than a retconned comic book series written by a schizophrenic writer on at least three different hallucinogens. It had literally felt like history had been continuously rewriting itself. The pandemic shutdown had cost Maggie her retail job, but it had also shrunk Maggie's everyday world to a more manageable size and let her, for lack of a better word, tidy up her life. After having worked full-time for almost three years, she had decided to go back to university to finish her degree. And today was the first day of school. Maggie left the bathroom and walked down the hallway to her bedroom. "Okay. What to wear? What to wear?" she said to the empty room while looking in her closet. She had to admit that after having worn sweatpants and tank tops almost every day for the last five months, it felt strange knowing she would be wearing 'proper clothes' for the whole day and not just for an hour or two to get groceries. Maggie settled on a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt, and quickly dressed. She grabbed her backpack and phone from the kitchen table and headed out. Jellybean, her tiny, green car, waited for her barely the legal distance from the fire hydrant right outside her door. The car had been part of a weird inheritance a few years earlier, along with a house in the middle of nowhere outside the city. During the lockdown, she had managed to sell it to someone who really wanted to socially distance and had bought her tiny apartment. But she hadn't had the heart to sell the car. "Hi there Jellybean," Maggie whispered as she leaned close to unlock the door. "Ready to go back to school?" ~~~ Maggie was early enough that she didn't have any trouble finding a parking spot. Walking across the parking lot to the lecture hall felt like stepping back in time. For a few moments, Maggie imagined that the last few years hadn't happened. Her on-again-off-again boyfriend Christopher would be somewhere just around a corner, ready to shoot the breeze or have those long, deep conversations about unimportant things like how hot the psychology professor was. But Christopher had graduated and moved halfway across the country for a job. The thought that she probably wouldn't see a single familiar face among the students, brought Maggie crashing back to the present. Maybe I should have gone to some of those get-to-know-each-other things last week. Maggie checked her class schedule. She still had almost two hours until her first lecture. I really need to get used to no longer living an hour's drive from anywhere. Maggie found a bench outside and just leaned back, letting the sun warm her. It was still early enough that the campus was fairly quiet. Being able to just bask in the sun was one of the things she missed about her old house. Sure, it had been draughty and isolated and the plumbing and power had been problematic, but tiny garden had been wonderful in the summer. And being as isolated as it had been, Maggie had felt free to walk around the house wearing whatever she wanted. And that had included diapers. Almost a decade earlier, Maggie had told her girlfriend at the time, Susan, that she liked wearing diapers when she was feeling stressed, and Susan had been OK with it. She had never felt like she needed to actually use them or anything; they had just been something she used like a kind of security blanket. It was always the padding itself that made her feel safe. Up until a few years ago, she had only used folded towels as diapers, but after going through some stuff that she still didn't like to think about, she had actually needed diapers at night. Thankfully it hadn't lasted very long, but the whole episode had proved to Maggie that she didn't mind wetting herself, provided she had a diaper she was sure wouldn't leak. She still mostly used cloth diapers, saving her disposable ones for when she was planning on using them. And she never wore either in public; only in private. Of course, having spent half a year in either official lockdown or what might as well be lockdown, she had used diapers a lot more the last months. The only other person who knew that Maggie liked to wear diapers, was her best friend, Anita. Apparently she had told her one night when they had been drinking like fishes. Maggie couldn't remember doing it, but she did remember Anita coming over to check on her when she had had a raging fever and finding her on the sofa wearing nothing but a diaper. And then, as if that hadn't been bad enough, she had wet herself by accident. It had been the most embarrassing moment in Maggie's life, even if Anita had taken it quite well. Despite Maggie's fever fantasies, Anita had made sure she had some proper food and been the perfect 'mother', short of changing Maggie's diapers. That, she had said, would have been taking things too far. Maggie sipped her water bottle and stretched her legs. The only sounds she could hear was the buzzing and the distant conversation of a small group of students smoking outside the library building. She took another sip, hoping it would help ease the worries she had about returning to school. Maggie had to resist the urge to dig out her books and start going over the subjects she had finished years ago. She had by no means been an exemplary student, but she had done the work. For the most part. What if I can't remember any of the things from before. I'm going to look like a complete idiot if they ask me a question. One worst-case scenario after another popped into Maggie's head. Her ears filled with the rolling thunder of her racing pulse. Taking a deep breath, she balled up her fists and opened them up again; over and over. You're not stupid Maggie. You know this stuff. Just take a breath. And another one. And another one... It worked; sort of. Little by little, the quiet returned. The queasy feeling in her stomach remained though. Another couple of mouthfuls of water did nothing to help it. I knew I should have eaten something for breakfast. Time moved along at a snail's pace, but eventually it was time for the first lecture. Maggie got up and followed the crowd back inside the lecture hall. The auditorium was already pretty full, but Maggie found a seat on the second row and sat down; first row was for wannabe teacher's pets. Maggie barely had time to pull out her notebook and pencils before she walked in. The hottie professor that she and Christopher had spent almost every lecture ogling and fantasising about the last year Maggie had been a student. Well, at least that's one familiar face. Maybe this won't be completely terrible. The lecture was the usual first-lecture-of-the-year kind of lecture that Maggie had heard many times before. Professor Martin outlined what she expected from her students and gave a quick summary of what she would cover in her lectures. Then she went through all the popular misconceptions about what psychology was and wasn't. With about fifteen minutes left of the lecture, Professor Martin did something new. "Now that we've covered that, it's time to go through the circus acts. Even if a lot of medical doctors think of psychology as soft science, it is a serious topic. We will not be playing around with 'Are you a psychopath' check lists or 'how to spot a bad boyfriend' articles. Anybody want to guess what else we won't be covering?" Professor Martin leaned on the little lectern she had on her desk. "Ecstasy-therapy?" someone asked, "or microdosing?" Professor Martin smiled wryly. "Sorry to disappoint you. No drugs in class." "ESP" "Psychology, not parapsychology." Professor Martin rolled her eyes. "Lobotomies," someone in the back suggested. "You're joking, right? Of course we're not going to be covering surgery." "Hypnosis!" There were a few chuckles. "OK, that's not the dumbest thing so far. Not the comic-book mind-control stuff, of course. But hypnosis can be a valid tool in psychotherapy. We're not going to cover the therapy bit here, and actually hypnotising someone if something you can learn from half a dozen different books." Professor Martin paused and glanced at the clock above the door. "But I suppose we have time for a quick demonstration. Any volunteers?" A few hands immediately shot up, mostly in the front row, followed a couple more further back. Professor Martin looked out across the room before locking eyes with Maggie. "Second row, on the end there. How about you?" Maggie knew that if she didn't play along, the other students would just keep pushing and jeering. So she decided to give in to peer pressure. She slowly rose and walked up to the front of the room. "You look familiar," Professor Martin said. "You took my class a couple of years ago, didn't you?" Maggie nodded. "Yeah." "I can't remember your name though." Professor Martin placed a chair next to her desk and turned it to face away from the rest of the room. "Um, Maggie. Maggie Gibson." "Okay Maggie. Why don't you have a seat here, and we'll get started." Maggie gingerly sat down on the chair as if she was afraid it was going to fall apart and she would fall on her arse. "So..." Professor Martin began. "Those of you who are expecting some kind of Vegas magic show are going to be disappointed. Maggie here is not going to be clucking like a chicken or anything like that. This is simply to demonstrate the process." There were a few disappointed groans, probably from the back rows. Maggie knew from experience why you would get a seat there. Professor Martin reached behind her neck and took off her necklace. She held it up so everyone could see it. "I don't have a gold pocket watch, but how many of you think this'll do the trick?" she asked. Maggie couldn't see how many raised their hands, but it had to be at least a few, because Professor Martin continued. "That's another cliché. You don't really need any fancy gadgets or sparkly jewellery to hypnotise someone. What you do need, however, is a willing participant. You can't really hypnotise someone against their will. After that it's all just a matter of helping them reach a state of deep relaxation." Professor Martin found a second chair and sat down facing Maggie's left side. "Are you ready to begin?" Maggie swallowed and nodded. "OK, I want you to close your eyes and imagine a lit candle. It can be any kind of candle but I want you to visualise the whole thing, not just the flame." "Uh-huh." "What does it look like?" "Short and thick. Dark blue." "That's good. Now I want you to keep the image on that candle in your mind as you open your eyes again. Almost like you can still see it in front of you." Maggie nodded. "Now keep your eyes on the flame. See how it flickers ever so slightly. Am I really watching the imaginary flame of a non-existing candle? This is just dumb. "Every time you breathe, the flame flickers a little, and your eyelids grow just a tiny bit heavier. Just a little bit. With every flicker." Maggie's eyelids did feel heavy, but that was just because she hadn't slept all that well the night before. "...so so heavy. You just let your eyes close. Just for a while. You can still see the candle. And with every flicker, your arms and legs feel a little heavier." "You can feel a little tingle starting in your fingertips and with every breath, it moves a little further up your arms, leaving them relaxed and heavy." Maggie was only halfway listening to Professor Martin. She was feeling like she was almost about to fall asleep and have a little nap. "Every breath making you more and more relaxed. You feel a tingle in your toes and moved up your legs, making them relaxed too. The candle is just bright enough for you to see where you are. It's somewhere you feel perfectly safe." Maggie could almost see her old living room slowly appear in her mind's eye; the overflowing bookshelves and the worn, but incredibly comfortable sofa. It all seemed almost real enough to touch. Maggie felt like yawning, but she just couldn't find the energy. Her entire skeleton felt like it was made of lead and everything was just so warm and cosy. Almost like she was wrapped in a warm cloud. Professor Martin's voice had become more of a background noise, a comforting white noise. I could take a quick nap and nobody would noti- Maggie was abruptly yanked out of her cosy fantasy by the short burst of the bell signalling the end of the lecture. She was about to get up when Professor Martin put a hand on her shoulder. "Just stay there for a moment," she said quietly. "Um, OK, but why-" Maggie started, But then she realised what had happened. She looked down at the wet spot on her crotch. It wasn't a lot, but it was still more than she would ever be able to hide. Maggie shrank down in the chair, covering her wetness as best she could with her hands. When the room was empty, Professor Martin sat back down next to Maggie. She leaned closer and put a hand on Maggie's forearm. "Don't worry," she whispered. "It's OK." Maggie felt tears of shame welling up in her eyes. "No it's not. I've pissed myself. Right in front of everybody. That's not normal Professor." "It's not the first time this has happened. But the way you were sitting, I very much doubt anybody noticed." "But I can't leave looking like this!" Maggie gestured to her wet crotch. "I'm guessing you don't exactly have a change of pants in your backpack." "No. It's not like I planned on wetting myself today," Maggie replied indignantly. "No, most people don't." Professor Martin paused for a moment. "Look, can you wait here a couple of minutes alone? I'll lock the door." "I suppose. But why, Professor?" "Rachel, please. You calling me Professor Martin in this situation feels strange." "Okay Prof- I mean, Rachel." Professor Martin up and grabbed her bag. "Could you please hand me my backpack before you leave?" "Of course." As Professor Martin, Rachel, left and locked the door behind her, Maggie put the backpack on her lap, hiding her wet jeans. Time slowed to a snail's pace as Maggie listened to the empty room behind her. The ventilation sounded much louder than before, and she could hear people passing by on the other side of the door. Maggie closed her eyes. No, stay the fuck awake. Thinking about taking a nap was what got us into this situation to begin with. She opened her eyes again. The view was quite limited since there were no windows. Maggie hugged her backpack. Her mind raced with a whole new set of worst case scenarios that felt even worse than the ones she had contemplated earlier in the day. The lock clicked loudly and Maggie almost jumped out of the chair. More than anything, she wanted to hide, but that would mean getting up, which in turn would mean showing the wet spot that had surely spread across at least part of her butt. When she saw that it was Professor Martin who ducked inside and quickly locked the door again, Maggie calmed down a little. She opened her bag and pulled out a plastic-wrapped bundle that she held out to Maggie. "Here, you can borrow these." Maggie looked inside and saw a pair of tracksuit bottoms. Professor Martin nodded to a door in the corner. "You can use the supply closet to change." Maggie put her backpack down next to the chair. "Don't look, please," she said. When Professor Martin turned away, Maggie quickly got up and walked to the supply closet. The tiny room was filled with stacks of chairs, a few tables and even an old overhead projector hidden away in a corner. Maggie stepped out of her shoes and pulled down her jeans and panties. The seat of her pants had a wet spot bigger than her entire hand. Using the sink and some paper towels, Maggie cleaned herself as best she could before stepping into the fresh pants and pulling them up. She didn't like not having any underwear on, but it wasn't like she had much choice in the matter. With her shoes back on and her jeans and panties stuffed in the plastic bag, she emerged from the supply closet. Professor Martin was leaning against the edge of her desk. She looked concerned. "How are you doing?" she asked. "How do you think? I pissed myself in front of the whole class on the first day, and now I'm standing here wearing shiny purple tracksuit pants and no underwear. So I'm just peachy." Professor Martin pushed her chair towards Maggie. "Want to talk about it? "Not really." Maggie sighed and leaned on the back of the chair. Professor Martin nodded once; slowly. She didn't say anything, instead letting her silence draw the words from Maggie. "It's just..." Maggie sighed, looking for the right words. "...I don't know. Hard; or at least harder than I expected." Professor Martin stayed silent, but the concerned look on her face helped ease the knot in Maggie's stomach. "I just didn't expect it to feel so...new. I mean, I was here for two years, but now it all feels different. Everybody feels like they're so young and I can't stop worrying about remembering stuff and I feel like I'm stupid and that I should just leave here and get a job instead and-" Maggie rambled; her words tumbling out like a verbal avalanche. She finally stopped and sat down next to Professor Martin. "Maybe it's because I had Chris back then, so I wasn't really alone." "Chris; that's the curly-haired guy you always sat with in my classes, right? The one that kept staring at my butt?" "What?!?" Maggie felt a rush of embarrassment on Chris' behalf. "Oh come on, he wasn't being very discreet about it. Professor Martin gave a short chuckle. "Is that why you picked me for this? Payback for Chris ogling you?" "Not at all." Professor Martin smiled. "I saw you having your anxiety attack outside and I figured I could kill two birds with one stone. A demonstration for the other students plus helping you relax. "Mm-yeah." Maggie sighed. "Relaxed a little too much, didn't I?" They sat silently for a little while before Professor Martin addressed the elephant in the room. "Sooo, about the...accident..." She hesitated for a moment. "You said that you hadn't planned on wetting yourself today?" "Yeah?" Maggie said cautiously, unsure where Professor Martin was headed. "Do you ever plan on wetting yourself?" Maggie wanted to deny it, to be outraged, to tell Professor Martin to fuck off and mind her own business. But she didn't. Instead, she said nothing, just looking down at the floor. Again, Professor Martin let Maggie take her time to find the right words. "Sometimes," Maggie whispered. She felt like she had said it while holding her breath. Why did I say that? I've never told anyone that I do it on purpose. Even Anita thinks it was just an accident when I was sick. And Susan; I only wore diapers for the padded feeling with her. Why did I tell her? She's going to think I'm a complete freak and then she's going to flunk me and it's all my fault. Why did I say "sometimes"? Stupid, stupid stupid! But Professor Martin didn't say anything; at least not at first. She just pulled Maggie a little closer and brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face. "It's OK," she whispered. "It's OK." "Those two words of acceptance made something give way in Maggie. She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and burying her face against Professor Martin's shoulder, she let them out. Professor Martin stroked Maggie's hair, just holding her and whispering soothingly. When Maggie finally lifted her head again, her mind no longer raced with worst-case scenarios. "Better?" Maggie sniffed. "Yeah, a little." "Good." "I feel so stupid." Maggie looked away again. Professor Martin put a hand under Maggie's chin and gently turned her head to face hers. Maggie had never noticed how incredibly brown her eyes were. A deep, rich, almost chocolate-y brown. "You're not stupid," Professor Martin stated firmly. "Lonely? Yes. Nervous? Probably. Depressed? Maybe. But stupid? No." Maggie sniffed again, hating how crying made her nose so runny. "OK, I guess." They sat silently for a while longer. "When you said that you sometimes wet yourself..." "Mm-yeah?" "I assume you take some kind of precautions. Like diapers or something?" "Mm-hmm." Maggie gave a little nod. "That's good. How many more lectures do you have today?" "One. Introductory philosophy." "Oh that one is just the lecturer rambling on and on the first couple of weeks. They're not going to notice you're not there today, so here's what we'll do. You're going to go home. Probably do some laundry. And tomorrow you're going to come to my office an hour before your first lecture." "Okaay?" "And you're going to wear your diapers." "What?!? Why?" "Because I'm going to hypnotise you again. To help you relax, so you don't have those anxiety attacks you had earlier." "But, but..." "But what? You don't want to?" Professor Martin sounded... disappointed? "No, I do," Maggie said quickly. "It's just... I've never worn them out in public. Only at home." "Ah, I see." Professor Martin nodded. "Well, I suppose you could bring it in your bag and put them on before we start. Would that be better?" "I guess. But Professor-" "Maggie, you can call me Rachel when we're alone." "Okay Rachel." It felt strange to Maggie to be on a first name basis with Professor Martin; with Rachel. "Why are you doing all this? I mean, I can't be the only student who is nervous about being here." "Honestly, I don't know. You sometimes have this deer-caught-in-the-headlights look that I find absolutely adorable. Now, back in '17 you were the same age as most of the other students, so it felt a little creepy for me to do anything, but I'm guessing these last three or four years have let you grow up a bit, so you have a better idea of what you might be getting into." "And what exactly might that be?" "One hour before each of my lectures, I'll help you with your anxiety. And in return, you act as my assistant." "You mean like a T.A.?" Maggie asked, seeing piles of paperwork in her mind. "No. More like being my regular demonstration model when I need to show the class something. Kind of like today, except you'll know about it in advance so we can... take precautions." "Okay?" Maggie said cautiously. "It still sounds like you're getting the better part of the deal." "If it helps, you can think of it as working on an extra credit project." Professor Martin paused. "Plus we kind of... hang out for two hours every week." Maggie looked at Professor Martin. Had she noticed that Chris hadn't been the only one checking her out? It was a tempting offer, but after the last argument, how could she accept without seeming like a teenager with a crush on her teacher. As if reading Maggie's thoughts, Professor Martin reached behind her back, taking Maggie's hand and sliding it down to her butt. Maggie's breath caught in her throat, but she didn't pull her hand away. "You were a lot more subtle than your friend Chris," Professor Martin said and smiled. "So it took me a lot longer to notice." Maggie looked away. She felt like she had been caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. "Maggie? Look at me." Maggie turned back to meet Professor Martin's incredible brown eyes. "It's OK." There it was again; those two simple words that made Maggie feel accepted for exactly who she was. Looking into Professor Martin's; No, Rachel's eyes while hearing them was like floating in a pool of warm chocolate. "So what do you say?" Maggie nodded "OK, I have another lecture soon, so we're going to have to finish this tomorrow. And after that it'll be one hour before each lecture. Mondays and Thursdays. Maggie nodded again. "Oh, and you can return my pants tomorrow." Professor Martin nodded toward Maggie's legs. "Okay," Maggie whispered and nodded yet again. "Now off you go." Professor Martin gave Maggie one last hug. ~~~ Walking back to her car, Maggie's mind was reeling with what had just happened; her brain running over with new questions. What did Professor Martin mean when she said the deer-in-the-headlights look was adorable? Am I just being her test dummy or is there something more? And why did she put my hand on her butt? "Fuck Maggie! Stop overthinking and get moving," Maggie told herself. She shook her head to clear it before turning the key to start the car. Mid-day traffic was light so Maggie considered stopping by the pet store where Anita worked to talk to her about what had happened, but she decided not to. Underwear and proper pants first. Maggie parked Jellybean in her usual spot and hurried inside. She left her backpack by the door as she kicked off her shoes and hung up her jacket. Maggie's first stop was the bathroom. While tissues and a supply closet sink might technically get her clean, she wanted a shower. Hot water and soap to wash away the shame of having lost control. Why the hell did I agree to continue this whole thing tomorrow? And to wear diapers while doing it? Does she want me to lose control again? To wet myself. Do I want that? Maggie's mind raced with questions she couldn't answer as she stood in the shower. The hot water pounding down on her head and the white noise of the fan not helping her thought processes at all. She washed herself almost on autopilot, soaping up and rinsing off. When she stepped out of the shower she was nowhere closer to having any answers. Maggie briefly considered putting on a diaper, but then she remembered she had laundry that needed to be done. She gathered up the clothes from the floor and went through the laundry hamper for clothes similar to the urine-stained pants hidden in her backpack. Armed with loose change, detergent and her phone, Maggie headed for the laundromat down the street. ~~~ Maggie tried not to watch the dark blue and black bundle of clothes tumble around and around in the washing machine. It would almost be hypnotic if it wasn't for the occasional flash of purple tracksuit breaking up the pattern. She sat back and checked the timer. Forty more minutes. Maggie checked her phone for the seventh time. Just like the six previous times, there was no new messages or anything else interesting to distract her. She sighed and opened the messaging app, typing a quick message. She still needed to talk to Anita about her day. Need to talk. Wanna come over? Pizza? Maggie knew that the last line would almost ensure a positive response. She didn't have to wait long for an answer. ANITA: Sure. When? Eight-ish? ANITA: OK Now, what the hell do I tell her? An accident is one thing, but voluntarily showing up to risk another? Do I really want that? Maggie tried her best to push the questions away again, but half an hour later she left the laundromat with a bag full of damp clothes and even more doubts and insecurities than she'd had when she entered. Back in her apartment, Maggie busied herself with the minutiae of everyday life. She hung the wet laundry on the drying rack, made sure her backpack had the books she would need the next day, and made some lunch. Maggie was done with her sandwich and halfway through her second glass of ice tea when an oh-so-familiar thought bobbed back to the surface of her mind. What if the hypnosis has after-effects. I really don't need another accident today. Maggie gulped down the rest of her tea and went to her bedroom. She pulled a diaper from the bottom drawer of her dresser and unfolded it on the bed. Peeling off her jeans and underwear, Maggie sat down on the diaper, adjusting her position before lying back and pulling the diaper up between her legs. Despite all that had happened, Maggie still couldn't help but smile a little at the tissue-paper-like feel of the diaper. It was almost like the sensation sent a signal to her brain to calm down and let her body relax. She held the diaper in place with one hand while deftly taping it in place with the other. When she was happy with the fit, Maggie got up. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her diaper was peeking out from under her t-shirt. She stretched and pretended to yawn, making the t-shirt ride up, exposing more of the diaper. She had to admit that the diapers-and-t-shirt look was cute. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and wrinkled her nose at her reflection to complete the image. Maggie pushed her duvet up to the head of the bed and sat down, leaning back against the giant cushion she had created. She took a deep breath, held it for a second or two, then exhaled. It almost felt like all the tension in her body melted away; her brain finally shutting up, letting her just be. Why can't life be this simple? Maggie wasn't sure how long she lay on the bed just looking up at nothing in particular, but when her bladder began filling up, the knowledge that she was wearing her diapers easily overrode her toilet training. The slow trickle tickled its way down between her legs, eventually pooling under Maggie's butt. Maggie let out a quiet sigh and reached down to rest her hand on her diapered crotch, feeling the warm trail through the white plastic cover. She let her middle and ring finger slide back and forth over the smooth plastic. Occasionally, her skin would catch against the plastic, dragging the now softened inside of the diaper along her sensitive skin. Maggie didn't even realise that she had let out another trickle of pee. Once the diaper was wet, it was almost as if her bladder decided that it wasn't even going to try to hold back. The warm spot grew a little, prompting Maggie to rub just a little more vigorously. Another little trickle; a warm velvet hand touching Maggie in the most tantalising way. And another one. It was all a vicious circle. An exquisite, delicious vicious circle. When she reached the peak a dam burst as Maggie flooded her diaper. She surfed the wave for as long as she could before flopping back, out of breath. She kept playing with herself, more to just wind down than for any other reason. The only thing that was really missing was someone holding her. Anita would let Maggie snuggle up with her, but it would never go any further than that; and Maggie wanted more. She sighed and looked up at the ceiling. By the time Maggie realised how late it was, her diaper had cooled and was beginning to itch. She rolled over on her stomach and crawled backwards off the bed. The diaper sagged heavily and Maggie wiggled her hips to adjust it. The heavy bulk between her legs made her waddle as she made her way to the bathroom to clean up. Damn! I feel like a fuckin' penguin. After her shower, Maggie quickly got dressed and headed out to pick up the pizza. Forty-five minutes later she returned with a still reasonably hot pizza, drinks and a complimentary salad that she knew would never be eaten. And as if summoned by magic, Anita showed up a few minutes later. The two girls didn't waste time and were soon stuffing their faces with cheese and ham-covered crust. "Not that I have anything against free pizza," Anita said around a mouthful, "but you said you needed to talk to me about something?" "Mm-hmm." Maggie kept chewing until she could no longer use it as an excuse to stay silent, then swallowed. "So, in psych class today..." Little by little, Anita dragged most of the story out of her. Maggie left out her thoughts about maybe wanting another accident; she figured Anita didn't really need to know that. When she was done Anita just stared at her. "So what do you think I should do?" Maggie nodded to the last piece of pizza with a raised eyebrow. "I think you should take the last piece," Anita said, "'cause I'm stuffed." "I meant about Professor Martin." Maggie grabbed the last slice. "Oh, you're going to say yes. I mean, it's obvious that you want to." "It is?" "Ooh yeah." Anita smiled smugly. "The professor you've had the hots for for years thinks you're cute and wants you to 'help out' in class? And you have to have two hour-long , one-on-one meetings with her? Yeah, you were always going to say yes." "I guess," Maggie mumbled, focusing on the half-eaten slice of pizza she was holding. "It just feels weird." "Weird?" "I pissed myself. That's not exactly the best first date." Maggie stuffed the last of the pizza into her mouth and chewed. "I don't think her picking you to demo something in class counts as a date Maggie." "Yeah, but still-" "Maggie," Anita interrupted, "I'm not going to order you to do it-" "Well, I'm not your boyfriend." "Yeah, but I still think you need to take a risk and go for it. You've been miserable since Chris moved. I honestly think you need someone in your life, and if this Professor Martin could be that person, I think it'd be good for you." Maggie sighed. "I guess you're right." "Of course I'm right. I'm always right. Just ask Max." "I think he'd agree to anything you say when you have him naked and tied up." "Probably, but that doesn't change the facts." "Yeah. Maggie sighed again. She wasn't quite sure if she had lost an argument or if she had just been told when she already knew. The next hour or so was spent bullshitting about unimportant things before Anita had to go home. Maggie would have preferred she stay longer, but Anita had reminded her that she needed to get going an hour earlier than her class schedule said if she wanted to make it to her meeting with Professor Martin. ~~~ The next morning, Maggie walked across the mostly empty campus. Just like the day before, she felt jittery and nervous. The three large cups of coffee she had had in lieu of breakfast probably contributed to the feeling, but this was an altogether different kind of nervousness. It almost felt like she was sneaking around, doing something illegal. Maggie looked around to see if anybody was watching her as she turned right towards the faculty building. God, this is so stupid. The stairs up to the third floor felt longer and steeper than they should be. The diaper hidden in her backpack felt like it weighed half a ton. Maggie's steps echoed in the empty corridor as she made her way to Professor Martin's office. She held her breath and knocked. "Come on in." Maggie cautiously opened the door and looked inside. She had expected... she wasn't sure exactly what she had expected. Something obsessively tidy; all glass and chrome and minimalist. But Professor Martin's office was the polar opposite. There were overflowing bookcases, a desk with barely any room and two full wastepaper baskets side by side next to it. It reminded Maggie of her old living room. Professor Martin looked up from behind a stack of books. "Don't just stand there. Come inside." Maggie stepped through the door and closed it behind her. She looked around for somewhere to sit down. Professor Martin walked around her desk and lifted a stack of papers off a small couch and motioned for Maggie to sit. "Why don't you have a seat?" Maggie sat down, putting her backpack on the floor between her feet. "Sooo," she began, "now what do we do?" Professor Martin pulled her chair around the desk and sat down facing Maggie. "You seem nervous Maggie." "I had a lot of coffee, so I'm a little jumpy." "Yes, but I don't think it's just the coffee, is it." Maggie looked up at Professor Martin's beautiful eyes. It almost felt like she could drown in them. "No," she whispered. "Then what is it?" Maggie hesitated. "This feels like it's wrong." She swallowed. "I mean, you're a professor and I'm a student. There's rules about that." "Yes Maggie. And if you were one of my students, I wouldn't be doing this. But you passed my class before you left, so why are you auditing?" Maggie looked down. "It's stupid," she mumbled. "That's OK. You can tell me anyway." Professor Martin put a single finger under Maggie's chin and lifted it, looking into her eyes. "I promise I won't laugh." "It's... It's like I told you yesterday. I just wanted something familiar, something from before. Chris isn't here any more, and I liked your class a lot more than the other ones." "Just my class?" Professor Martin raised an eyebrow suggestibly, making Maggie blush. "I said it was stupid," Maggie whispered. Professor Martin took Maggie's hand and held it in hers. "First of all, it's not stupid. It makes sense, in a way. We all want what's familiar. That's why we have things like comfort food, and security blankets." "Mm-hmm?" "And second, as long as you're not actually taking any of my classes, I'm pretty sure there aren't any rules that would apply to us." "Okay," Maggie said, feeling a little more at ease. "Maggie, if you don't want to do this, that's okay. We can go back to being just Maggie and Professor Martin, like we were before the lecture yesterday. Or we can try moving on to being Maggie and sometimes-Rachel. If you want that." Maggie nodded slowly. "Yeah, that'd be nice," she whispered. Professor Martin let Maggie digest her admission. "So what happens now?" Maggie said after a while. "Well, I'm going to hypnotise you again, like yesterday. Except this time we'll have time to implant a couple post-hypnotic suggestions. Nothing big; just little tricks you can use to help yourself relax when you're feeling overwhelmed. Does that sound okay?" "So you're not going to make me wet myself whenever I see you tug your earlobe or something." Professor Martin laughed. "No darling, remember hypnosis can't make you do something you don't want to do, so unless you want to wet yoursel... Oooh." "Yeah. Oooh." "Well, I figure we'll keep it simple and limit ourselves to two. One to help you calm down and manage your anxiety, and one to make it quicker and easier for me to hypnotise you again. Anything that happens beyond that will be one hundred percent your own choice." "So, are you, you know, prepared?" Professor Martin nodded towards Maggie's lap. Maggie blushed again. "Uh, no. It's..." She patted her backpack. "Ah. You should probably put them on so we don't have a repeat of what happened yesterday." "Yeah, I guess." Maggie lifted the backpack onto her lap. "Do you mind?" She looked towards the door. "Oh, of course." Professor Martin got up and walked to the door. "I'll be right outside. You just let me know when you're ready." As soon as the door closed, Maggie opened her backpack. The plastic cover of the diaper was so glaringly white it almost seemed to give off light. She pulled it out and made sure there weren't any tears in the plastic before unfolding it on the couch. With a swiftness born from practice, Maggie pulled her jeans and boxer briefs down and sat down on the diaper, pulling it up between her legs and taping it in place. Then she pulled the underwear and pants back up. The whole affair had taken less than two minutes. Maggie went to the door and opened it, finding Professor Martin waiting outside. "That was quick," she commented. "Yeah," Maggie said awkwardly. "It's not so hard once you've done it a few times." "Good to know." Professor Martin sat down in her chair and looked at Maggie. "I thought they'd be thicker," she said. "I can't even tell you're wearing diapers." "They're my thinnest ones." Maggie sat back down on the couch. "Ready?" Maggie took a deep breath and nodded. "We'll start just like yesterday.. I want you to close your eyes and imagine a candle..." It didn't take long before Maggie was lying slumped back on the couch feeling as if her entire skeleton was made of lead while Professor Martin's voice was leading her to her safe place; her old living room. "Okay Maggie, you're in your safe place. Can you describe it to me?" "My old living room," Maggie said dreamily. "Lots of books. Kinda like your office. But the sofa's bigger." "I'm going to put my hand on your cheek now. Whenever we're in my office and I put my hand on your cheek and say 'you can call me Rachel', you can answer 'yes Rachel' and then you'll go right to your safe place just like now. Do you understand?" "Yes," Maggie whispered. Professor Martin reached out and stroked Maggie's cheek. "You can call me Rachel." "Yes Rachel," Maggie answered. Professor Martin stroked her cheek again. "You can call me Rachel." "Yes Rachel." She stroked the cheek a third time. "You can call me Rachel." "Yes Rachel." "That's a good girl. Now do you remember my office?" "Yes." "I want you to know that when you're in my office you're safe. Safe to be honest. Safe to be yourself. It'll be just like in your safe place. Do you understand. "Yesss," Maggie said slowly. "Good, good. Now let's see if we can go a little deeper and set up something for that anxiety of yours." Maggie couldn't remember what happened next as Rachel's voice once again became sort of a white noise in the background of her mind, lulling her to sleep. She woke up feeling like she had had the best nap ever. And sitting there, right in front of her, looking at her with those incredible brown eyes was Professor Martin. Or was it Rachel? Maggie felt unsure for a moment, but quickly decided it didn't matter." "Ah, The sleeping beauty awakens," she said and smiled. "How are you feeling?" "So relaxed. I haven't felt this good in ages." "That's wonderful. Any, you know... accidents?" "Nope. Still dry. Wanna see?" Maggie reached for the buttons on her jeans. "Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing?" "Uh, showing you I'm still dry." "That's okay Maggie. I believe you." Rachel silently rubbed her chin for a little while. "Maggie? Your old living room, your safe place, it was fairly remote?" Maggie chuckled. "You could say that. The nearest neighbour was like a five or six minute walk down the road." "I see. So did you usually wear your, you know..." "My diapers?" "Yes, your diapers. Did you usually wear them openly there?" "Yeah. I mean, it's not like there would be people just dropping by randomly. It was in the middle of nowhere." "And let me guess, my office feels kind of the same way." "Uh-huh." "Even though it's in the middle of a university campus." "Yea...oh shit!" "It'sokayit'sokayit'sokay." Professor Martin spoke so quickly that Maggie almost couldn't understand what she said. Why did I do that? I almost fucking diaperflashed her. I screwed up everything. Stupid stupid stupid! Maggie grabbed her backpack, desperate for something, anything, to hide behind. She felt tears of shame welling up in her eyes. Then she felt someone sitting down next to her on the couch and a hand stroking her hair." "Don't cry," Professor Martin said softly. "It's not your fault." Maggie sniffed. "How is it not my fault? I'm the one who nearly pulled my own pants down in front of you." "I forgot to take context into consideration when I hypnotised you. I told you to think of my office being just like your old living room." "So how come it doesn't feel like that now?" "Reality tends to overrule our imagination. But I can fix it, if you'll let me." Professor Martin took Maggie's backpack and put it back on the floor. Then she reached out to stroke Maggie's cheek. "You can call me Rachel." Maggie felt her limbs grow heavier as her muscles relaxed. "Yes Rachel." The reply came almost without having to think about it. She let Rachel guide her limp body down until she was lying with her head in Rachel's lap, looking up at those incredible eyes. "Maggie?" "Yes." "Do you remember my office?" "Yes." "I want you to remember that it's a safe place. It's still a place where you can be honest and be yourself and not feel shame, but you will also remember it's not your old living room. Can you remember that?" "Yes." "Good. Now I'm going to count to three and when I reach three, you're going to wake up and you're going to remember what we just talked about. One, two, three." Maggie blinked a couple of times as she looked up at Rachel. "This isn't a halfway bad view to wake up to," she said and smiled. Rachel moved to let Maggie sit up. "Please don't." She stopped. "I just wanna stay like this for a little while. Just for a minute. Please?" "Of course." Lying there with her head in Rachel's lap, Maggie felt so calm that she was tempted to just let go, but she resisted the urge. After a little while, Rachel helped her sit up before moving back to her chair. "Just one last thing before you leave." "That doesn't sound ominous at all." "It's just... with what happens when you get really relaxed, I don't know if that might happen if you have one of your anxiety attacks." "Are you saying..." "I don't know, but I think you should keep your diapers on just in case." "Seriously?" Maggie rolled her eyes. "Having to worry about anybody noticing them-" "Nobody is going to notice. I didn't notice and I knew you had them on. You'll be fine. And besides, better safe than sorry. Don't you agree?" "OK, I guess." "That's my good girl." Rachel leaned over and kissed Maggie's forehead, filling her head with butterflies that quickly migrated to her stomach. Helping Maggie to her feet, she led her to the door. "I'll see you on Thursday then." Maggie wandered slowly down the hallway, her mind swirling with thoughts. One of them louder than any other. I'm her good girl.

The Mourning Even in the snowy, muddy, rainy autumn we had here they made a way to lower her coffin 6 feet under. Impressive, hasty. I mean, the simple fact Mom wasn’t even alive anymore was impressive in itself. I always thought the damn viper would outlive even our nieces. But alas, Momma’s underground. I should feel something, I think… It was weird. Laura and Oliver were crying all over for the last week or so, Dad was drinking his ass off, something or other about drinking his bitch to heaven was the excuse this time. I just…. didn’t. Didn’t feel. Didn’t think. Maybe relief was the right response. Or sorrow. I mean, even if I was at least a little mad or angry, or just catatonic even… But my head only wandered back to bills. If this last week of leave would be paid or not. How much of my savings I’d have to use for rent. The many many essays and papers I still had to grade. All already late even before Arianna sent me home with a mourning notice, saying that as they were already covering for ANA’s, a measly week of lit classes would be a breeze. I thought about ANA, if she was okay, if me leaving for this stupid funeral wasn’t too much on the dept. after the 3 weeks we’ve been already covering for them. I missed lunch with them… The stupid amount of info and worry and knowledge we spout over less than an hour. “Hey… Shorty! Uhhh… Evan… You okay?” It was even like I could hear her right now… “It’s impolite to ignore a friend to their faces, Ev…” Wait… I turned around. They, and miss Lilla, were just behind me. I must’ve lost myself in thought for a few… hours? The gray clouds were already dark. I was already by myself. Most funeral attendees already by the gate. “OH!!! Sorry! Sorry, Sorry! I just…” “We know, shorty, we know. Now come here.” They didn’t even wait for any acknowledgement. Just got me into her stupidly large and comfy hug. It was a nice one. I spent a few good moments there. Taking in the space within those arms. The muscly and scared way the skin from the shoulders to the fists felt weirdly jagged and soft at the same time. How the long black dress hid well the bulge I felt as my tummy touched their belly. The complete lack of perfume to mask the talcum smell. Their utter lack of their shiny black heels… “Weren’t you supposed to…” “I gave them a special pass, for today only.” Lilla answered. How in all of Dante she always knew what I would say? I motioned out of my boss’s hug. ANA’s face a little snotty, probs from holding tears. Before I could even say anything, Miss Lilla already interrupted me. “That offer will always be open for you. Here, if you need anything.” She gave over a small business card. Only a number on the back. The front full of weird patterns I imagine had some kind of geometrical significance or whatever. After that I hugged the both of them one more time and went looking for my ride home. I’d kill Oliver if he even had the slight thought of leaving me at the other side of town in a hecking blizzard. “Finally!” Was all he said when I got back. His weird Mongolian throat singing tape already on full volume in my beetle’s old radio player. At least I didn’t have to drive for the last few days. “So, what’s the plan for now?” “Huh?” He exclaimed, then kept singing those hellish weird and hard tunes till we were home. I looked for Laura’s SUV. Maybe she went for takeout or something. Inside our not so modest house I made my beeline for the basement. If dad’s home, he was already passing out by the balcony. Oliver kept ignoring me like the ghost of sister’s past. I checked my phone as I got it to charge. Hey, sis. had to go back home for my little rascals. Gotta make sure Dean didn’t get anyone killed and such. Bye, Lau. With a sigh I threw myself on my stupidly huge mattress. Guess not having dinner just this once wouldn’t be so bad… I thought of starting to grade the pile of homework left haunting my desk. But no coffee in the world could make me even so much as consider thinking about the damn hundred or so bland and dry Taming of the Shrew reviews from the sophomores. At least for the next hour or so I just laid there. Facing the pale cracked ceiling. My head storming through everywhere and everywhen except this last week. I knew I wanted an out. But those words from Gram kept spinning along the dozen or so weird memories, from my co-workers, from my boss, from their wife… The brightest gems are not born from hardship only. But of the care the jeweler put into making them truly shine their brightest. Kinderganden Teachers.docx The morning I awoke, if you could even say I slept, shivering my soul out through my hips… I felt the warm wet familiar red despair from the moon between my legs. It wasn’t supposed to happen anymore… Why? Why now? I cried quietly for what could’ve been a few moments, or a few hours. Slowly recomposing myself enough to get up, try to clean the whole bloody mess from my sheets and all. I didn’t fail, miserably at least. But I wouldn’t call another blood red stain on my leased mattress a success also. At least dad doesn’t check these things often. If at all, lately. After the longest five minute shower ever, I dressed myself plainly and went upstairs for a cup of coffee. Those essays wouldn’t grade themselves… Oliver was passed out on the couch, the TV running one of his weird reruns of some trashy Japanese power rangers from the 70s. I turned the TV off. Only so I could afford some of the bills. And went to the kitchen. Dad was there already. Or still. What I could only assume was an Irish steaming in his cup while he perused the paper. “They got your name wrong…” “Huh?” I reacted while checking for the components of my mocha boiler. He showed me the obituary. It read something, something, burial today of Abigail Adams. So yesterday’s… “I’m not her, dad!” Still looking for my coffee, where did I put that Chilean powder I saved for… “You’re not going to talk back to me this way, bitch!” Why did he have to drink so early? “Yeah Yeah, whatever you drunkard, did you see my coffee?” Usually his fits only lasted a minute or two, but when I’m angry he gets afraid of my low voice. “What coffee?” If only he didn’t reek of whisky… “You know, the special coffee powder I bought last month… the one with mountains and trees on the pack?” He made that drunk realization face of a fuckup, then retorted angrily. “I threw that crap away!!! It tasted awful and the smell was shit!!!” One breath, two, three. I stormed down back to my basement. I tried not to cry again, I tried not to curl up on my dirty mattress when the hiccups came. I was able to not scream my lungs out this time. But the stream of warm salty tears kept running down my cheeks, into my measly teenage beard. The piles and piles of papers and essays on my desk faced me back, judgemental through the whole ordeal. I tried to get to my work. I sat by the desk. Faced the options of what to grade first. What would be less taxing, fun, or at least not a bore. After a few minutes still facing the little monster of work in front of me, my phone buzzed. The card Lilla gave me slipped to the floor while I checked the screen, only to see the charges from the funeral in my bank app. Of course they put it on me! I grabbed the card back, facing the number and choice in my hands… After a quick dial I didn’t even have to say anything. “Where do you want us to pick you up, baby boy?” Miss Lilla asked, already knowing somehow it was me, and what I’d say… Two months ago… The bar was empty, and I don’t mean it in that, it’s a tuesday eve and it just opened empty. I mean, it’s a Friday holiday morning, it should’ve been closed more than a few hours ago, but Benny, if that’s really his name, was a dear and reopened just after closing for me and Lilla. Speaking of Lilla, I’ve never seen her so… fragile, vulnerable, cracked even. It was like she had just lost some part of her in the school parking lot. Like she was missing a vital organ. Granted we’ve never talked much, she’s not like my friend or anything. She’s an acquaintance, my boss’ wife. But after yesterday, and the little bunch of boasting amelia gave over her amazing partner. I had a feel of how she was. And it was nothing like the sobbing mess in front of me. “So… You wanna talk about… whatever is happening?” Benny got us our drinks, very colorful, much gay, not a drop of alcohol… I tried to find a way to shoo him away, but he’s literally here just for us… Luckily both the boys were too smitten with each other to notice my shock at the lack of booze. Luckily still the barman read the room very well and scurried away to the bar. pretending to not eavesdrop us. I tried and failed to keep my cool, sipping my sirupy juice. “It’s… complicated.” How much did he already know? I can’t just spill everything. I mean, I can, I just left them in the middle of THE CRISIS… But it wouldn’t be fair with ANA… They’re his direct superior… still… “Yeah… but I’m more inclined to believe whatever you tell me to the alternative.” We kept drinking, from straws even… They’d have a blast with this, I should make a note… “Alternative?” Is he going to call the board? Expose us? I mean, my arrangement with Bia is highly irregular, but still… “You know, the rumors that you’re all part of a weird alien psychic cult of immortals that’s gonna take over Phen. High any day now…” I gasped, actually spilled a whole bunch of colorful sweet juice all over the table, did he just… “The What???” Short-circuit achieved! Now a little distraction before the real talk starts. “You know, “some people” say everyone else in the language dept is too weird and competent to even be human and stuff like that, the weirdos…” Her laugh was modest, sweet, embarrassed maybe? But swiftly she composed her answer. “I see you’ve talked with TInTin” Who now? Does she mean William? He already has some kind of reputation? Or are the rumors more spread than the one weirdo I work with? “TinTin?” “We call Will that, because of his tinfoil hats” Wait, does he actually have those? How much of this school is even close to something normal? Next she’s gonna say there’s a snake in the pipes that makes the kids sleep with its rattle… “Wait, he actually… told you all that stuff? About you five being a spacy sex cult trying to corrupt teenagers for their youth and shit?” “He didn’t go so far into the specifics. But his claim and report to the board had that same sentiment.” I don’t know what’s cuter, his utter lack of awareness of our situation, or his complete surprise and shock at my dry statement. I tried to hide my interest in his reactions while the barman came to help clean the mess I spilled over the table. “He actually claimed that to the school board???” The cutest was definitely the both of them trying not to stare too obviously at each other. C’mon, kiss already you fags! I’ll enjoy the show from here!!! “Well, not exactly that, he claimed a very much embellished version of the facts, with moral panic and all that stuff. When I demanded proof of such inadequate behavior he stalled until the process expired.” Benny’s eyes were always this shiny? I mean… Did she really say what I heard? It can’t… “He didn’t…” Still, something was weird in all this, most made sense, but… “Wait! You’re a member of the board?” If so, everything till now would make a modicum of sense… “Yep, Chief Medical Officer over the health of Youth… or whatever crap they call my office these days.” Did that mean what I think it… “Oh crap! you’re Delillah Geffen Monroe!!!” She’s like… my boss’ boss’ boss’ boss!!! Damn, I’m either very very lucky or not at all!!! “Delillah Geffen Bianchi now…”His shock was as amusing as his crush’s reaction. The barman boy skaddled as quickly as he could from our table. Evan’s Chin still on the floor. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize…” Of course you didn’t dear, I made sure not even one public soul knew of it. ANA’s life would be even more hellish if someone of the really high political weight class decided to pick on them. “No need for apologies, its a very private relationship, like most things in our lives.” And here we plant the seed, let’s see how much the boy spills… “Oh, I… I can imagine… There’s a lot I just don’t talk about openly…” I mean, I don’t talk about it at all. But the devil’s in the details, right? “Nothing that risks your career, I suppose.” What? No? I mean, maybe? Is she hinting at something or does she think I’m a… “Oh! No, no! nothing of the sort… Just that classic country family drama.” “Not much support from them, I imagine.” Kinda? I mean, mom’s… mom and… “Well, I still live in my dad’s basement and all, but I have to save all I can.” “Oh!” What the… My face must’ve showed it, cus she just kept explaining. “I’m so, so much sorry. It’s just, I thought someone already so masc would have already…” Yeah, not everyone has that kind of cash lady… “I graduated uni with so much debt that I’m still…” Gods, why I’m such a bitch all the time? Of course the country kid with complicated family wouldn’t have had the kind of money for Uni and all the surgeries of a regular FtM transition… ANA’s still paying her FFS for The Lady’s sake. “Sorry again… Sometimes I forget how the real world works and all… Even more right now…” Let’s make this again about these last 24 hours and how I screwed my whole family dream now… “Yeah, no, I get it… really this whole economic class reality confuses me sometimes too. Specially with the scholarship kids…” “ANA was one of those… not here though, back at the capital, when we met.” Please please bite, I really don’t wanna talk about the diapers in front of your future boyfriend… “Ana?” Was this another of those weird names they used with Amelia? “It’s Amy’s full name, too convoluted to explain at a bar. Still It’s what I call them… Mostly.” So she did use many names… what kind of disorder… Whatever, first things first! “So all those other names and weird behaviors… does she… shit! They. Do they actually have something or…?” Please don’t be too crazy, please don’t be too crazy, they are my first cool boss in a whole decade… “Depends on what you’d call something. They’re a Non-binary teacher and coordinator who deals with everything you can imagine your hometown throws at them. And then some more…” Yeah, I mean, if yesterday happened every year or so... “So… that meeting yesterday… and the whole…” And here, ladies and gentlemen, is the million dollar question, if only he had the pussy to say it outloud… Men, I’m Right? “Everything before, during, and after it, the weird mood swings, the lack of bodily control, the impressive role they played in it. All of it’s more or less a semestral occurrence” Understatements, the whole of it. With a reaping dose of circuitous talk. No need to expose my not-so-surely-wife-anymore in front of his “friend” that just got back from Narnia. “So all the stuff I’ve read, about the…” Ata boy. Was that a little blush at the end? “Yep, all of it, coping, and dealing, and having some fun, you know, everyone has their quirks” And let’s please leave it at that in a public space… I mean, I’m still technically a politician… “Oh… Oh! So that… and then… Oh!” That’s not a regular reaction to learning most of your colleagues and boss partake in our special flavor of degeneracy. Does he actually… “Something doesn’t add up…” I mean, most of it was already very very weird. The whole pissing themselves, and being spoon fed, and acting like… But I kinda got the appeal of that. Being worryless and carefree and having someone to tend to the WHOLE of my needs and problems… But still… “What’s in it for you?” Hiding my expression wasn’t really hard this time. Only tempting. “I could explain my whole side to you…” The poor poor boy, all disappointed for naught. “But I’d rather show you…” If you bite this one, maybe I could have some fun before dealing with my whole life crumbling. “You don’t mean…” Such a good boy, he has so much potential… If only. “Nothing of the sort your dirty little head’s concocting now.” A sigh, relief? maybe disappointment also. “We’ll play a little game, nothing fancy. If you win, you get to ask me anything. If I do, I'll give you a little dare.” Seemed kinda fair, I mean, I could ask literally anything… “Just to be sure… what game?” “A staring contest!” A little Ride I spent the whole of the ride reflecting on that Friday morning… those eyes, those deeply crystalline blue eyes… The way they played so deeply with my soul… How wrong was it that I have a crush on my boss’ wife? Who’s also their boss… “Almost there, dearie.” Miss Lilla declared, I looked around, wondering why we were at the school’s parking lot… “Why…” “Our nursery is here, just there in the back of the property.” She pointed to a small building, the size of a small house. I’ve never paid attention to it. Maybe someone told me it was some kind of storage or whatever ages ago… “Now, before we start with the fun part, we have to have the grown-up talk.” The what now? I looked at her confused, maybe even tilting my head. “Okay…?” “I know you’re eager for and have lots of expectations over this all, and that’s great, but we need to lay some ground rules before we start playing for real, ‘kay?” The look of earnest confusion in his eyes was so friggin cute… If I could only eat him up just a little now… “Uhum.” he nodded lightly for some emphasis. “When we go through that door, you won’t be Evan Adams, the lit. teacher anymore. Not while we stay in there, fair?” Another nod, a thoughtful one. “Do you have any preferred name and pronouns or gender for today?” He stared at me, the tilt in his head oh so slightly… “I… I actually didn’t…” The nervous shame making him tremble just a little. “It’s okay that you didn’t, darling. We’ll play along and you just tell me what you’re thinking about it, ‘kay?” I tried really hard to not look as nervous as I surely already was… I mean, she was going to… to do those things with me… well at least that’s what I imagined… I didn’t actually talked all of it through… I should have, shouldn’t I? But still, this was like that morning in the bar, right? “The last thing we have to talk over is very important, so pay attention.” Yep it was just like that day, with those eyes looking deep into me, those sky blue angel eyes… Those angel eyes He stared deeply at me, faking a confidence that was surely enough, very brave. Very naive too. I kept my lazy look at him, waiting till his eyes started to drift. Then I stared deeply at my mostly empty drink of sugar and color. “Hah! I win!!!” He declared, almost too loud. “So, what’s your question?” “Uuuhh…” I had to choose well… “Will talked about the whole dept. So it isn’t just the two of you. How are the rest of them involved?” At least I would know exactly some real stuff about this. “Everyone else, exactly. Jorge, Arianna and Rosallynna are family. They partake in most of our… activities” Just enough to make him chew a little, water his mouth enough to bite again… “Wanna another round?” His stare said it all, but alas a vigorous nod made it sure. And so we started again. Her stare was weird, placid, her eyes so so clean… Still by the third minute or so, I imagined, I was starting to waiver… And then she looked away again. Lucky me. “So, how long have you guys been doing… you know.” More details, more things I could cross-reference later… “Almost since the beginning, we started dating about sixteen, seventeen years ago. And our first, let’s call it playdate, we weren’t even officially a polycule yet…” The little info I dripped, the more I saw his eyes widening, trying not to stare too much, not to show his shock, his wonder… “One more?” Didn’t even have to wait for a nod this time. I already had his eyes all for me… Same minute or so of placid bore, same purposeful slip of my “resolve.” Let's see what he wants to know now. “You said polycule, so you guys are like…” “Polyamorous, yeah. The five of us are one big romantic, familial, supportive unity. We even had an astral ceremony a few years ago, vows and all that…” Wow, I mean, wow… I knew people like this existed. But I always thought they were more of one of those, one in a billion internet legends and stuff… “But… How does it even… you do like… orgies and stuff?” Very smart, such articulation… She’s gonna slap me still. “Wouldn’t you like to know… Another one?” I tried not to sound much embarrassed or overly eager in my affirmative, and so we went on… Same game, same plays, almost to the script. I felt really good, my fourth consecutive win. I’m really good at this, passed through my mind… “So???” “Yeah, we do, most of us, have our collective sex now and then, but it’s not about just that, never was, never will be” She sounded bitter by this one, maybe I overstepped. It was very much private after all. I mean, who even goes asking about the sexual habits of coworkers… “I’ll give one more question. Free of charge. And then we play one last time, deal?” She was giving me two whole questions? And one right now? Jackpot! “Why are you so sad and down today? It’s something to do with all this, right?” I ignored the fact those were two different questions, his compassion and worry really touched me. Even if just a little. “I’ll spare you the details, but we’ve been trying to get ANA to work less, take more care of themselves and us. Stop bleeding for the damn school and kids…” The pause was more for me to take the reality in than anything… “During a very hard fight I… I ran away. I’ve been screwing up a lot with them…” “I don’t even know what to say. I mean, they’re the real Phenomenon of Phen High.” I paused to breathe, sigh actually. Just what she did yesterday, I mean… “This last board meeting showed me and all the board how Miss Amelia... Ana, sorry…” “Don't sweat it. Its confusing even for them” Oh, okay... that was a little... sad? “I mean, they are the most incredible teacher in the whole district. The whole state even! I’m still puzzled why they aren’t at some ivy league professorate or…” His earnestness is cute. But oh so naive... I almost didnt believe hes AFAB… “There's infinite and one reasons for all that. Most of all the transphobia. But their dream never was Academia. And the life of a top scientist or researcher is kinda cushy, but very ruthless too. After our PHD's we vowed to not partake in that show of horrors.” “Wow... still why not get a paid leave? Or even just get less classes. Less admin work.” Ataboy... at this rhythm you'll ask all the questions before we play again… “You try convincing my workaholic of a wife that working less is actually better and you'll see why. Now, lets go for that last round.” C’mon kiddo. I wanna make you blush for real this time. “Okay, just dont be pissy when I wipe the floor with my last question.” I didnt wanna press that on her. She was really going through a lot and all. But still I had a little bit o pride still. “We'll see kiddo. We'll see…” Her atmosphere was a little different somehow. She had more energy somehow... maybe venting out really helped. I stretched a little, just for dramatic purposes. Paused my hands together, just over the table. My elbows just over the edge. Straightened my back. Cracked the neck and gave him THE LOOK. The one I give my naughty little girls when they stepped out of line. The one that froze my babies on the spot. Looking not straight at him, nor in his eyes. But through him. Trying to pierce his very soul with only my expression... I... I didn't... didn't even know... what... How... I just. Stood there, facing those eyes... those impossibly clear and bright eyes. Hypnotic even. She looked at me and I thought of... of how she'd... how easilly she could... how I'd let her... Oh my god! I think I have mommy issues... “And that, kiddo, is why I'm into it!” His blush was intense, colorful, shameful... he blushed with such passion and vigor it was hard not to think maybe it was voluntary. He faced his lap with such interest I almost inquired about the state of his breaches. “Now for your dare, come here, let miss lilla tell you what you'll do for her.” She motioned for me to sit by her side. God I was played... danced her tune like she was my ballett teacher from... well from long long ago. I tried not to shiver at her serious devouring looks, nor look to Benny as I sat obediently at the chair by her as she pat it. I could hold my embarassement much less, not at al actually, when she whispered that dare in my ear, how her words made me forget how to breathe, just for a second. He Got up much more like a robot. Sudden linear blocky steps. His arms frozen by his sides. He walked an almost straight line to the bar, stopping so suddenly I thought for a moment he bumped his boy parts on a stool... “Uhhm... I... Um... Mr... Mr. Benny would... would you go out on a date with me?!” The Boy's laugh was sweet. You could feel how his smile anihilated the tension around my new toy. He wasn't mocking Evan, or me, or shocked. It was genuine relief. “Of course I will, cutie. Here, let me just get your number.” He reached for his phone then faced me dead serious. “It's Evan, right? Here, just tap yours and I'll text you first thing after my nap. Oh, and let me know if you'd like any specific pronouns or names and stuff... this whole gender thing is a little new to me.” I tapped my number and gave it back. Readying myself to pay for our drinks and surelly a large service extra. When he stoped my hands from even opening my wallet. “It's on the house. Just make sure to thank your aunt or whatever for tonight and our date.” His thumb brushed my cheek oh so slightly and he went back to closing up shop. Miss lillah was already Waiting by the door. I couldn't get myself to face her eyes again. But she was smiling. “Do you get it now?” I mean, maybe? I was a whole pile of nerves and embarrassment and red. Heaps and heaps of Red. But I couldn't think of a better bar night in... a while… “I think I do. Just a little, but yeah, I do.” I hugged him after that, finally cracking just enough for some tears to prop up again. “You know Miss Lillah, I'm not of much help in your whole ANA Problem…” So cute, him trying to be all grown up and all “You don't have to, dearie.” “Yeah, I know. But my Gram said something today that may help her…” The kindergarten “Do you understand?” I was lost in memory lane so long? What did she even say? I nodded vigorously. “Okay, so say to me… if you wanna things to stop you’ll say…” “uhhh… SOS?” She tried to hold a laugh, her bemusement was endearing? happy maybe? Dunno, made me wanna laugh a little too. If it wasn’t for the shame. “That won’t do, kiddo, it has to be something quick, that you don’t think much before saying.” “I don’t know how to choose, can you like… do it for me?” The baby’s always lazy in the beginning, always skittish. I could give a word to him, of course. But that wasn’t right. I can’t keep treating them like kids always… “I can help you with it, but you’ll have to play along a little, okay?” “Uuhh, okay?” Perfect. I grabbed him by the hand and stormed through our little temple. We had it just for the both of us till the eve, I’ll make most of it before he eventually chickens out. “Come with aunt Lillah!” We went through a kind of dining kitchen, but the wallpaper was odd… Then we got to a nursery, well… it looked like one, but the size, it was more than off… “Now look at you. All dressed up like a big boy, so so cute. But what’s this?” She started without even skipping a beat, her hands going already all over me and stopping at my ass, patting it slightly. “No no no, mister, you know you’re not big enough to big boy undies. Come…” She kept moving me, first taking me to what I figured was a changing table. Pulling me up in it with such ease… How even…? “Now let’s get rid of these ugly grownup clothes, won’t we?” And without even a shadow of an answer, she started undressing me… No. No no no, please no, she can’t… she’ll see… His panic was more than apparent. It was obvious even. But I had my fair share of shy babies. I startled him with the snap of my fingers “Little Ev. Look at aunty! Look into my eyes.” Getting his attention was the hard part, some more snaps and calls for it to work, of course. After that came the fun one. “It’s okay baby boy! Aunt Lillah loves you. She’ll never think you’re nothing more than her baby boy. It’s gonna be okay. I promise!” Her hands already out of my vision, but she smiled so much, still, if she saw… that… “But… But I… down there… I…” Why was it so hard to say? I have a damn pussy for fuck’s sake. C’mon, you already know it!!! “It’s A-Okay that your little boy parts are different. Aunt Lillah won’t think anything bad of you.” Did she… wait, little boy? But she said nothing bad, I could trust her, right? “...Promise?” “Pinky promise!” And that’s where we begin to really care for him, for real this time. “Now let me get you out of this yucky clothes. I need to change you into something more… age appropriate” Complicated words would still be commonplace for a while. But worked wonders when they’re already eager to collaborate. Undressing him was no real fuss after that, although he hid his face till I had his tush all powdered and diapered. Those little eyes looking everywhere, all curious. The… thing around my hips was… fluffy? Comfortable? Maybe even cute… It erased all my weird senses down there. It was only fluff and clouds and nice smells now. “Lillah, I… Uh… Could I…” “What’s that? Who you talkin’ to?” Gosh, was she really making me say… I pointed at her as I tried to sit up. “Oh! You talkin’ to me? I’m your aunt Lillah, remember? Little Ev. can call me aunty, or aunt Li, or miss Lillah if he’s tryin to be a really big boy.” She fucking damn was. God… the words just went away. I didn’t know where to put my face. “Now arms up, little boy.” I obeyed without even giving it thought. She slipped some kind of T-shirt over me. completing what I’ve imagined to be the most ridiculous and babyish I could ever be. “Now, Little Ev. what would you say if I took a picture of you with my phone here and sent it to that very nice barman we met the other day?” This would certainly short circuit that baby brain of his enough. Maybe too much. But I was ready for any kind of meltdown. Wait, did she… she doesn’t mean… If Benny see me like this… NO!!! we haven’t even kissed yet! She couldn’t…WAIT! she said to say something… A word, we had to… “Firefly! Firefly! Firefly!” “Ataboy! Now let’s see how you look in your new clothes, ‘kay?” She took me by the hand, to the room corner, where stood a full length mirror. And it was looking at it that it downed on me… The person in the mirror… It was… Me! Like, a baby me, a huge boy with the stupid mama’s boy block lettering shirt barely covering his hips, over which stood a huge white and blue diaper with also blocks design over. letters and numbers and all. But still, undeniably me. In my stupid shirt. wearing my huge diaper. And undeniably a boy! I wasn’t her, I never was! Never would be! The tears streaming down his face and the hiccups worried me a little. But the smile planted all over his face, how he tried to touch the mirror him… It was so much like them… So bright, so happy, so genuine. So I stood there, letting he take in his newfound babyhood. His new way to be himself. Till he turned to me “That’s… That’s me!” “Yep, and you’re a cutie pie of a little boy!”

Claire sighed as she pulled into the abandoned school parking lot. It had looked much worse than how she last left it. She wasn’t even planning to come tonight, despite making promises all those years ago. She was perfectly content enjoying a quiet night in her apartment. Reading a book or catching up on paperwork, forgetting all about the relics of her past. It would have stayed that way, if not for one last-minute phone call. “Thanks for the lift.” Dana said, in that soft and earnest voice of hers. She paused for a moment, as if waiting for Claire to say something. “Can you pick me up in, say, two hours? Or, um, if you can, that is. Sorry, I should have asked you that earlier. I can ask April or Brie to do it, if you’re busy. I don’t think they’d leave me here…” Dana trailed off, sounding unsure of her assessment. She was still seated firmly in the car, her seatbelt still buckled. From the way her knees knocked, to the way she tugged and stroked her hair, it was clear that Dana was nervous to go in alone. “Um. You said you were going back home, yes? Are you going to at least say hi? I mean, if you want to leave now, I get it. Brie can get so restless, I understand. But April would probably miss seeing you again. I wouldn’t want to start off their night with a disappointment.” “I’m coming.” Claire said begrudgingly, not even noting Dana’s quiet excitement. She sighed under her breath; confident she was making a huge mistake. She stepped out of the car, and Dana was quick to rush to her side. Morbid curiosity, mixed with Dana’s pitiful pleading, had won the battle. Still, Claire did not plan on staying long. She was only staying for a quick pop-in. Then, well, she wasn’t sure. As long as she didn’t waste the night stuck in a classroom, back in school, when she wasn’t even being paid to do so. Everything was planned and laid out, just like they all discussed beforehand. The back doors, leading to the gym, were propped open. There was a note to the side that read: “Come to 203B” on it. The two women followed the instructions with ease, one party still holding her doubts. They made their way through the abandoned school, Dana jumping at every odd sound. They climbed up the stairwell, turning a corner to see their former co-workers sitting and waiting expectantly. “Well, aren’t you two a cute couple.” Brie sneered, downing a shot from her flask. “I thought you two would be too chickenshit to come out tonight.” Brie chuckled at her own line, not even noticing Dana’s disgusted recoil, or Claire’s stern scowl. “Brie, please. Can you at least try to be a total jackass for once?” April waved off Brie, a tired look plain on her face. “It’s good to see you guys. Have a seat, I already have everything set up.” She gestured to the pair to sit at the center of the classroom. With the chalk in her hand, April had been just finished writing…something, on the wooden floor, surrounded by candlelight. April mused to herself as her former colleagues took a seat in the circle. “I’ll admit, it isn’t a very scientifically sound idea. It’s pseudo-science, really. But, I had to give it a try.” April stared down at her chalk drawing, feeling satisfied with herself. “That should work. Now then, do you two remember the rumors about the woman who used to work here?” April posed the question offhandedly, but there was a mutual look of confusion shared by Claire and Dana. “Oh, oh! This shit is classic! Ok, so, check this out. There was chick this who used to work here—way before any of us, right? I think it happened in the 70s? Anyway, she was pregnant, and she was really hyped to tell everyone, yeah? Co-workers, family, her students. She couldn’t stop talking about it. Well then, anyway, she um,” Brie slowed, mulling over her words. The enthusiasm was visibly draining from her face, replaced by an almost ashamed expression. “The important thing is that she disappeared suddenly.” April cut in. “But what I do remember, are all the stories you would hear about her haunting the school in some way.” April tapped on the wooden floors, “Her old office used to be right here. Before they changed it to a home economics room. No one talks about it much now. It was a much more active rumor when the school was still open. “I believe they even wrote a novel about it. Something you’ve read, Claire? “It was a short story,” She clarified. “And it was only a surface level parallel at best.” Claire thought to herself about specifics, like a title or an author. She struggled to think clearly on the subject. The atmosphere of the room had changed, and it felt like they were all huddled around an Ouija board, like a group of teenage girls with a weekend night to waste. There were no doubt hundreds of DIY guides posted online for summoning the dead. Was that what April’s chalk drawing was for? “April, why are we doing this?” Dana chirped up bashfully, all eyes suddenly drawn to her. “Rumor or not, this feels disrespectful. It sounds to me like this woman went through a good deal of pain near the end of her life. We shouldn’t be doing this.” Brie was about to take another drink from her flask of wine. But, after hearing Dana’s piece, she stuck out her tongue and screwed the cap back on. “Shit, she’s right. Okay, I’m ready to go back home. Night’s over.” Brie slurred, picking herself back up. “Claire, minding giving me a lift home?” Claire nodded, then shot a scowl at April. “Honestly, I can’t believe you. Not only do you owe all of us an apology, but you also owe one to the dead as well.” April winced, looking rather hurt now. “I…I just wanted us to do something fun together again. We always talked about doing stuff like this in old days…I’m sorry. If no one wants to do this, we can go home.” The party had stopped before it even began. Everyone was ready to leave, the mood truly dead. Then the door slammed shut. Lights flickered on and off at rapids speed, despite the building having no power for years. The windows swung hard open, wind and leaves jetting into the room. Dana was already on the ground, shrieking like a banshee. The candles had all blown out, as had the overhead lightbulbs, leaving the party in an inky darkness. Prevailing through all the sounds of chaos, was an unending streak of overjoyed laughter. All the women heard it clear as day, but none recognized the owner. Before they could be struck down by a lightning bolt of realization, all the sounds then silenced once more. The classroom was returned to its quiet once more, and all those present had been dismissed. Dismissed, but not set free. The school had shut down, but class had just begun. *** April was still reeling from the shock of it all. She was reeling, emotionally, from a lot of things. But one feeling stood out. Regret? She had never been the type of person to second guess herself. Then again, she was not the type of person to break into schools at night or summon spirits from the great beyond. Ergo, perhaps April did not know herself as well as she thought. But her thoughts were still shambling, and her heart had just stopped pounding. She tried to refocus, firstly on her surroundings. Even amiss the darkness, she recognized her old classroom easily. She was alone. Alone? She didn’t like the sound of that. Not because she hated the feeling. Because she also knew it wasn’t true. April stopped, and she waited. Eventually, her company decided to make her presence known. “Good evening, everyone!” A feminine disembodied voice echoed in the night. “Who’s ready for another wonderful day of learning!?” “You’re her,” April muttered, a shuttering revelation. “You…you really are her.” “That’s right, pudding.” The ghost replied innocently, “I’m your teacher for today! We are going to have so much fun together!” April did not know why she expected straight talk from a spirit. “Listen, um.” April felt awkward talking to the empty air, “I’m sorry for disturbing your rest. This is all my fault.” A guilt filled admittance. Unfortunately, the ghost was not the one who needed to hear it. The ghost laughed in response. It was quite a hardy laugh coming from the undead. “Nonsense. I have a job to do, and that’s teaching all my kiddies a very special lesson. Class in starting soon, so do have a seat.” That did not sound good. The ghost was already on track for something. “Um, what lesson did you have planed today?” April wasn’t sure why she was asking. It wouldn’t serve to diffuse the situation. “I am so glad you asked, pudding. Today’s lesson is on sharing! My plush friends are trying to enjoy their tea party. I want you to help them out and make everybody gets a fair share. Can you handle that?” She asked, plainly sounding unsure of April. Multiple plush toys were strewn about the room, looking in desperate need of guidance. The pink round table, low to the ground, had a seat for everyone. Sociology was April’s forte, but this was plain demeaning. For the spirit from the beyond, this seemed tame. She decided it best to play along for now, and bide her time… April sighed, feeling her work complete. At least nothing paranormal had provoked her during the assignment. She adjusted the tiara that rested on her ginger sausage curls. She patted down her pink princess dress, making sure it didn’t wrinkle. Her pull-up rustled as she sat down for the tea party. She had never dealt with such an upstart group of dollies. All the complaints and whines about he sat where, from their flat unemotional faces, had started to wear down on her. Thankfully the worst was over now. The teacher had excused herself, phasing away deeper in the school, to check on her other students. April only hoped the others would fair well. They were all so much less mature than her. *** Brie was not scared. Correction. Brie could not be scared. Being scared implies being afraid. Being afraid implies a possible weakness. A chink in her armor. A heel for life to strike an arrow through. But Brie was better than Achilles, she would not be struck down in her prime. One look at her physique showed a true statuesque marvel for the Greeks to gawk at. She wasn’t going to let it go to waste stuck in a school. So, when she found herself locked inside the school gym, with no one around to hear her desperately banging on the exits? She was not scared, couldn’t be. Brie would say that she was panicked, or frustrated, but definitely not scared. Brie had sobered up quickly, her senses sharply returning. Then an unfamiliar presence entered the scene, chuckling at Brie’s desperate struggle. “My, my. Someone has a lot of pent-up energy.” The voice mused, practically challenging her “If this attitude problem keeps up, I’m going to have to give you a time out.” Brie was not much of a skeptic. She took to the idea of a haunted school like a duck to water. So, when a mysterious disembodied voice started to taunt her, a paranormal culprit made the most sense. Still, Brie could not be scared. It simply wasn’t part of her M.O. “Open the door! You had better let me out of here right now!” She snarled, gritted her teeth and balled her hands into fists. She hoped the intimidation would work on the ghost, even though her body was shaking. The ghost tsk tsked, sounding disappointed in Brie’s lack of restraint. “Now, now. There is no need to throw a hissy fit. Why don’t we play a game? We can get, you some exercise, so you will be all nice and tuckered out for your nap.” Brie could only stand back in stunned silence as she watched the gymnasium transform in an instant. The place had become a playroom, fit for a daycare center. Toys were littered across the floor space. The room was carpeted by a plush jigsaw map, in a rainbow of colors. It was an infantile mess, and she wanted no part in it. “Perfect! Go on now, sweetie, go and play. Go on!” Brie felt an invisible force—a hand? Something, quick and sharp, patted her on the rear, causing her to fumble forward. The shock sent her tumbling, and she landed face force on the ground. She laid for longer than she would have liked. However, when she looked back at herself, she liked what she had seen even less. She gone through a full uniform change, one which perfectly meshed with the playroom before her. Her top was a pastel yellow, featuring the image of a cartoon lioness. It barely reached over her chest, marking a rare instance where Brie did not want her midriff exposed. Her sneakers were an unappealing wash of colors, white, orange and purple, with lights on the heels that flashed weakly. The short, purple and pastel, were unflattering and upsetting. But what was taped underneath was much worse. The white waistband peeking out. The bulk that left her bowlegged. She gagged at the name of it. Brie shuttered, her face adopting a red haze of anger and embarrassment and f—not fear. Get your head in the game, Brie. “H-hey! No fair!” Brie yelled projecting an air of fussiness instead of ferocity. “Give me back my clothes right now!” “I don’t think so, sweetie. It’s playtime, and these clothes are much more appropriate for you now. But I’ll tell you. If can make to all the way across the playroom before the buzzer goes off, I’ll give you another chance at being a big girl again. That sounds fair, doesn’t it?” The ghost chuckled, setting the deal in motion. The gym’s clock sprang to life, displaying a countdown of ten minutes. Brie hadn’t started moving and was already working up a sweat. She had no time to reject the offer, or even second guess the details. The ghost had issued a fitness test, and Brie had no choice but to pass it. She pushed herself up and to her feet, her stance unsteady. The sneakers flashed to congratulate the effort, as she stood up with an awkward gate. The bulky padding forced legs apart, and Brie could already tell his would cut in her run time. She briefly considered crawling, before immediately snubbing the idea like a growing spark. She was fired up now, determined to reclaim her big girl status. Brie made a (relatively speaking) steady toddled forward. She kept the timer out of her mind and tried to focus on making a beeline to the other side of the gym. The trek was proving to be slow and demanding. Proper technique had escaped her, every step now a struggle not to fall back on her cushioned backside. Still, she was making strides, nonetheless. She was waddling on a fast-track back to adulthood. And that would have remained the case if Brie hadn’t noticed a bright red ball directly in her path. It attracted Brie’s gaze like a moth to a flame. She let out an “ooh” and “ahh” as the ball rolled by her feet, begging to be played with. She knew she had more pressing matters to attend, her victory mere footsteps away. But she just couldn’t help herself. Besides, she was already ahead. How much time could a ball waste anyway? Her decision rationalized, Brie plopped down and gave the ball her best bounce. It hit the ground with a satisfying pang, getting some serious airtime as well! Bounce. Bounce! Another big bounce! Hey, this place had loads of neat stuff! And there were plenty more toys over the horizon. Why did she even want to leave anyway? *BZZZZZT* “Wah!” Brie cried as the loud siren blared reverbed off the walls. That was scary! It made her jump, ruining her playtime for no good reason at all. Brie had never felt so scared before, and she was left in a teary-eyed mess. The shock had been so bad that Brie had had an accident, her face and crotch now both growing wet. Tears streamed down her terrified face, while her thirsty padding soaked the sudden torrent of urine. “There, there,” cooed a familiar, comforting voice. “It’s okay. No more scary, big girl thought. Let me take care of everything.” Brie, allowing herself to be cradled into a loving embrace, felt all the fear and worry melt away. She didn’t have to think about what came next. She didn’t have to try so hard to be a brave girl anymore. What a relief. What an unimaginable relief. “That’s right. Good baby. I know just what you need.” The ghost soothed, nuzzling the sniffling girl’s hair. “That’s right. A nice nap, and fresh diaper. The perfect treat for my soggy little superstar. *** Dana blinked one second and was gone the next. The room she was sitting in was not the abandoned classroom room from before. One moment, she was leaning on Claire’s arm, listening to Brie and April prattle with their crazy ghost story. Then, everything went south, and she had popped into a new setting completely alone. However, she realized soon the ‘new’ was not the operative word. She was sitting in her old art classroom. Despite the darkness, she was able to recognize it as clearly as day. It was somewhat comforting, regardless of the strange circumstances. “Hello!?” Dana yelled out, her voice shaky. “Claire! April! This isn’t funny guys!” As impossible as it sounded, the idea of it all being a prank was the option she gunned for. Because it was the option she was most used to, most accustomed to dealing with. Because if she let her mind wander, she may come to answer much less grounded, and much more terrifying. And then she would have to admit that April and Brie’s stupid story were true and that she was stuck here in a haunted school and that she was sacred of ghost and that— The lights flickered to life, which was enough to make Dana shriek and run to the door. She twisted and turned the knob, but it just wouldn’t budge. She would have struggled for longer, but a chill ran down her spine, causing her to freeze up. “No need to panic, dearie.” A soft, feminine voice called out in a sweet lull. “Why don’t you take a seat? Class is in session.” Dana turned around on a dime, looking all around. She could not see anyone behind her. And yet, Dana was certain she was not alone in the classroom. “W-who…Who are you?” For voice had more cracks than a city sidewalk, and her resolve was just as rocky. The voice only laughed, its owner still unseen. “Why, I’m your teacher, dearie! Who else would I be? There is no need to be shy. I already know that art is your favorite subject.” Dana gulped. If this mystery spirit was trying to sound more inviting, then it wasn’t working. Still, her options were constrained, like the breath in her lungs. The spirit had left her in one piece so far, which was a small comfort. With a locked door to her back, Dana walked back to the center of the classroom on uneasy feet. “There we are. Now, guess what today’s lesson is?” The ghost clapped her invisible hands, materializing paints buckets, and blank canvases. “Finger paints! Doesn’t that sound lovely? Go on, no need to be shy.” Dana swallowed hard. She was now certain that the answer to her question was in the realm of paranormal. The ghost stories hadn’t mentioned anything like this. The paints looked nothing out of the ordinary, based on her years as an artist. Dana was confident that the red was not the blood of innocent, or the blue was not the tears of the damned. Dana sat down, facing the buckets of paints and blank canvas. There were no tools for her to use. No brushes, no easels. Only the fingers on her two hands. She didn’t even have a smock to cover herself with. Dana groaned, seeing no other choice. She dipped her hand to the watery goop, covering her arm in red paint. Her hindsight was 20/20 when she realized that shoving in her palm or fingertips would have suffice. She splashed a hand onto the plank canvas, not even sure what she was meant to be doing. Maybe write a message for help? It wasn’t like there was anyone around to read it. Other than the ghost who was currently holding her captive. Normally, Dana would give her students guidelines on what to paint. The current circumstances were very different, however. “Time’s up!” The spirit chimed in gleefully. “Alright class, show me what you’ve made.” Dana gulped. She hadn’t “made” anything, besides a few absent-minded splatters on her canvas. There was no sense of vision or style to be seen from her work. If any of her former students saw her now, they would no doubt be sorely disappointed. “Your turn, Dana! Don’t you want to show me what you’ve made?” Dana still couldn’t see the ghost, but she could feel her close by. It was like she was hawking over Dana’s shoulder, judging from a side-eye view. “It…it isn’t much. Sorry.” Dana mumbled, holding up her canvas to the ether. “I think it’s perfect! You did your best, after all. That’s more an enough to make me proud!” Praise? For such a half-baked attempt at artwork? Dana didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t critiqued or berated? It felt…good. The ghost whispered sweet praises into her ear, affectionately numbing her brain with the sweetest serenade. Why try to resist. It felt so, so good to be adored. “Okay class! How about we go for another round of finger paint? Be sure to let loose, and really have fun this time!” Dana was happy to comply. She was already diving her other hand into the bucket of paint, brainstorming her next masterpiece. She was so happy, in fact, Dana did not notice the changes happening around her. Dana didn’t notice that her hair, which she spent an hour getting perfect for tonight, had been tied into short pigtails. She was too busy splashing green with orange and purple and whatever felt right at the moment. Dana hadn’t noticed her long flowy sundress had morphed and shortened itself into a bright yellow top, which only reached her midriff. It was for the best, really. Cleanup would be much easier now, with Dana only needing a bath. Dana failed to notice her panties expanded; the black soft silk replaced with white crinkly plastic. They just meant the nothing would stop her from fingerpaints. Not even potty breaks! Dana giggled excitedly, happily painting with all the colors she was swiftly forgetting the names of. Dana’s work was a true abstract marvel. The color choice would seem random to most anyone, especially compared to her past works. She took many creative risks, mix together clashing combos of colors. What the image was supposed to be, was all answer be great interpretation. The painting, in short, was an absolute mess. But, for a baby, it was almost impressive? Impressive enough for Dana and her teacher to be satisfied. It looks, for a moment, like the baby artist had struck with a bolt of creativity. She furrowed her brow, sweating with concentration. With a breath “Baah”, Dana had finished unloading any artistic input she had left. The evidence? Her thick diaper was now droopy and sagging, and she didn’t mind one bit. Dana has finished dropping a load of sudden inspiration, the backside of her diaper now painted a mushy brown. For a baby, it was unnoteworthy. But it was enough to leave the teacher satisfied, as she laid back the artist for a change. “My precious poopy Picasso.” The spirit cooed, happy to have an exceptional artist in her class. *** Claire cradled her head, feeling a pain begin to grow. Given tonight’s events, a stress headache was the obvious answer. Tonight was supposed to be simple and unnoteworthy. Even simpler, consider the fact that her plans of visiting were changing at the last minute. It would have been so issue, if she hadn’t second guessed her decision. But she had, and now she stuck. Stuck in her old classroom, back at school. Only, there would be no bell to save her this time. “Hello, class! I’m so glad you are here with us today!” The bubbly disembodied voice said, sounding earnest. “Who’s ready for story time!?” Claire was feeling contemplate, and the mysterious voice did not change that. She reasoned that a ghost haunting the school was a believable culprit. There was no other logic to explain how she had been warped to a completely different classroom, on a completely different floor, halfway across the building. The horror stories she had read in the past made it easier to accept this conclusion. Claire could have just never imagined herself in the same seats as those other poor protagonists. “Umm, if it’s all the same to you? I would very much prefer to leave now.” Claire paused, then added, “That is, may I please be excused?” “Oh, no, no, no!” Claire could practically feel the unseen voice shaking her head with each word. “That simply will not do, dearie. You’ve already missed plenty of school as is. But I’ll tell you this. You get to be our first reader for today!” Claire gulped as a story book materialized in front of her desk. She already didn’t like having to sit from the student’s position. Furthermore, the cardboard cover did not convey any air of fine literature. Claire had no clue what card to play. None of the heroes in any of her stories saw any success in dealing with the supernatural. Her current outline only showed failure in her future. Still, the time of death, for her hopes, was unknown. It was best to play along, try to bide her time. The passage she read was quite a mind-numbing one. It prevailed the story of a young woman who had found herself locking in a house. This house, like many others in the world of fiction, was haunted. Namely, by a female ghost, who wanted nothing more than to add new, younger addition to her family. Much younger, wanting to start from the beginning and move on when they were ready. Now, the ghost had managed to get the upper hand of the young lady many times, leaving her feeling smaller after each little defeat. The hair, long and auburn, just like Claire, had been the first victim. Tied into a ponytail with a big green ribbon. Her gown, which Claire had her own copy of, had been morphed into a Shortall dress. It was especially tragic to see girl’s underwear become lost, replaced with a diaper of unflattering thickness. The picture of the girl was crystal clear, but the ghost was never drawn on the pages. Yet, the struggles went on and on… Indeed, quite mind-numbing. Claire paused. The pace was already slowing down steadily, but now she wasn’t even reading anymore. It was like the letters weren’t even letters anymore. What were letters? Should she know? What did she know? What did she not know? Enough to fill a book, at least. The teacher saw this, couldn’t help but announce it. “Aww, what’s the matter, sweetheart. Is this part too hard for you? Come on, you are right at the end!” Her tone was indescribable. She bordered on sweet, plotting, and carefree, all at once. Drool dripped onto the pages. Claire’s mind was fading. Mind? She did not mind. Details faded like the wetness indicators on a soaked diaper. Claire tried to refocus, tried to push the squishy, clammy sensation to the back of her mind. When they had failed, she opted for a suckling of her thumb, in hopes it would put her idle thoughts to rest. Claire tugged on her ponytail anxiously. The ending was right within her grasps. Yet, she could feel it slipping away from her. Claire could feel something else slipping as well. Her mind was falling deeply through a rabbit. Her thoughts were lost in a wonderland of random sensations. “Aw, is this story too advanced for you? Would you like for me to tell you how it ends?” Said the spiritual teacher with a Cheshire grin. She slipped the book away, and began to nuzzle closer Claire, talking much slower for her sake. In the end, the ghosts had gotten what they wanted. But the heroine would not be alone. The ghosts had already prepared three beautiful sisters for her, so she would never be alone. April was quite mature for her age and would be happy to invite her sisters to any of her many tea parties. Brie was a bubbly little star, always darting from one side of the playroom to the next. Dana was an abstract artist in the making, even if she didn’t know the names of all her colors. The girl in the story—Claire was her name—would fit right in, nibbling on books in her spare time. “Quite the happy ending, don’t you think?” *** When daybreak came, the old school building was as abandoned as countless nights before. If the owners of the cars parked outside were still around, there was no evidence of their existence. Some time later, the school was torn down, and a daycare center was built in its place. There was a rumor that haunted that school. About a woman who had worked there, and the child she had lost. But just as the school itself had been destroyed, the rumors surrounding it had also been dismissed. Maybe it was for the best. Maybe the rumors were never worth much to begin with. Maybe the ghost simply didn’t need to haunt that town anymore. And why would she need to? She had four beautiful baby girls to take care of now. And nothing would ever disturb that.

Back to Basics Tara looked at herself in the mirror and blushed. She obviously hadn't known she was a lesbian her first time through kindergarten, but despite being the most stereotypical colors, it still looked like something she would have worn back then. Poofy blouse in red plaid, denim ruffle skirt, she even had red plaid hair bows in her pigtails and rainbow light up sneakers. Movement in the corner of the mirror caught her eyes, "Rocking the look, kiddo," her mom said as she stepped into the room, "all you'd need to make it authentic is a pullup." Her shocked exclamation of "Mother!" Caused the older woman to grin sheepishly, "sorry honey, forgot that whole… situation." The situation is question being the forceful return of her old bedwetting problem last year as the stresses of being a Senior got to her, but that was not the cause of her outburst. Her mother was one hundred percent correct, and she had been unable to stop herself from grabbing one of the butterfly covered nighttime garments when they had stared at her when she went into the closet for the purple, unicorn covered backpack she had chosen to use this year. She had been an energetic, social, and most of all playful five year old, so even though she had been daytime trained, her nighttime training stalling until she was twelve, her mother had made the wise choice to keep her in pullups until just before first grade. It wasn't a daily thing, naptime didn't count, but two to three days a week was average, and since they were pullups she could change them herself like a big girl without anyone knowing. Looking back she knew she wasn't the only one, roughly a third of her class had taken their backpack into the bathroom with them from time to time. Now you might be wondering why a nineteen year old woman a few months past her last day of school was dressing up like it was her very first, and for that we have to go back a few years. Five years ago the district had finished its new, modern kindergarten, leaving the old one that had been in use for decades empty with no prospective buyers, when a group of stressed former seniors taking a gap year hit on an idea. Pooling their money, they rented the building from the district to do a second kindergarten, citing a review of basics they might not have touched on in over a decade, seeing how far they had come, as well as give them a year to relax in a way that wasn't the expensive foreign trips that were so popular with their fellows. Surprisingly, or maybe not so much since they were making money on a building they had no current use for, the district ate it up, and had offered it every year since, with thirty students taking them up on it this year. As an added bonus this year, three of the alumni of the first year were returning to act as their teachers, offering a reduced price to the previous years that had hired retired teachers or older siblings to do the same. "Gods kiddo, this brings back some memories," her mom said with tears in her eyes. Tara's mother had been single when she had started kindergarten, losing her father to another woman, but that had turned out alright in the end as she had found a woman of her own in Tara's kindergarten teacher, or re-found as the case was, they had known each other when they were younger, and had dated, before breaking it off and losing contact for ten years for what they both agreed were stupid reason, or what her mother now referred to as 'the biggest damn mistake of my life, with only one good consequence' when the grief hit her too hard. Losing her to breast cancer three years ago had been devastating, and was one of the reasons Tara had been planning on signing up for this since she was seventeen, and also why she wore a pink ribbon pin on each of her hair bows. "Your Mami would have loved to see you like this again." Tara had no words, tears welling up in her own eyes as she pulled her mom into a hug until they both calmed a little. Forcing a smile onto her face as she pulled away Tara's mom asked, "speaking of paramour's, is Susan going too?" Tara's blush was answer enough, but her stuttered "we're not technically dating yet," sealed the deal. Tara and Susan had met the first day of kindergarten and quickly became inseparable best friends, and Tara had harbored a secret crush on her for years, but was always worried about losing what they already had. She had finally decided to admit she wanted to try being more than best friends at the start of senior year, but the academic rigors of both studious girls had left them little time to explore each other, and the little time they did get they felt that very little had changed. Their parents had assured them that was normal, they had practically been dating for years so of course it would feel the same. The fact that three times in the last month they had ended a hangout breathless on one of their beds wearing what it would be generous to call an outfit between them, well, Tara was hoping this would be the week they would acknowledge each other as Girlfriends. Tara's mom just smirked, "you got fake married in sixth grade, I already consider that girl my daughter in law." Tara's blush deepened. It had been for a school play, it had also been when she first figured out her crush and she may have spent the entire ride home telling her mothers how beautiful Susan had looked. "Alright kiddo, enough chatter and reminiscing, let's get you off to your first day of kindergarten," the last word punctuated by a butt swat that left her mother frozen for a second. "You were right, it's more authentic," she smirked through her, by this point glowing, blush and her mother could only laugh. —- Susan looked stunning, Tara thought as she opened the passenger side door and the other girl ran over. She had gone for a mix of adult and childish, with black leggings, a blue skirt, a Dora shirt, and one pink and one blue sneaker, though the shirt was a crop top, or maybe an actual kids shirt the tiny girl had squeezed into, the skirt was as short as socially acceptable, and the leggings were practically painted on, highlighting her amazing ass. Her backpack was Dora as well, and it wasn't just to appear childish. Susan had become a genuine fan of the young adventurer as another way to connect with Tara after Mami had begun teaching her her native language. The school had eventually deemed it unfair for the two to take Spanish and they were put into French classes that they still breezed through due to the shared Latin root, which they had then decided to learn as well. Susan had suggested they go for something not Latin based next, and they had hit on the idea of using the second kindergarten to begin to learn German, even talking to the teachers and having their activity sheets translated, they would have to break the immersion a bit and check each others work though, as none of the teachers wrote or spoke german. Tara's mother leaned over the passenger seat as the two embraced and said "now despite how cute you both look, you're not kids anymore so I'm not setting a curfew, but remember tomorrow is a school day so don't stay out too late." Susan's Friday and Saturday night shifts as a hostess and bartender at a local restaurant and Tara's similar hours at the cinema meant that Mondays were the nights they went out and did something together, having reservations at 5 at Susan's work followed by a movie at 7 as both of their coworkers wanted to see how cute they looked today. School didn't start until 9, so as long as they were both home and in bed by midnight they figured they could get up at six with minimal fuss. According to their schedules the three teachers were Mr. and Mrs. Harris, and Miss Smith. A husband and wife and the wife's twin sister. Today was a big 'meet' and greet, sure they had almost all known each other for over a decade but it was all part of the experience. Their rousing round of Name, favorite color, favorite animal ran a bit long when Jessie, who was planning on being a zookeeper, couldn't decide on her favorite animal, and kept giving facts about all her choices. She hadn't known she was a little girl the first time around, had been incredibly excited about her new name, and was making up for lost time with enthusiasm. The two of them speaking in German had slowed things down as well as the others questioned them on it, but when they explained three others expressed interest in joining in. Next it was a game of flag tag that had to be called for time when only the former captains of the girls soccer team and boys tennis team had remained, dancing around each other for almost five minutes after getting everyone else out. This came as a surprise to no one as they had been doing that since tenth grade. Back inside for lunch, a few PB&J's she shared with Susan, followed by storytime. It was in storytime that things got rather interesting rather quickly. Tara was rather fond of skirts, and one of the ways she had been trying to introduce more sexiness into their relationship was occasional panty flashes when she felt she could get away with it. In fact the panties she had put on this morning had been specifically chosen to flash Susan, panties she had unthinkingly replaced with pullups, pullups she had forgotten she was wearing as she had become used to the feeling after wearing them nightly for most of a year. So when she smirked at Susan, who was sitting sideways next to her so they could share the translated book, and spread her legs, the other girl's growing grin morphed quickly to a look of shock. Oh, right, shit. Susan shifted closer to her, pretending to get a better look at the spelling of a word and hissed "are you wearing a pullup?!" Tara's hands were sweaty and and shaking, her cheeks heating up in a blush, but she took stock of the facts. Susan looked shocked, but she wasn't yelling, she didn't look angry or afraid, looks she had thankfully rarely seen from the shorter girl, and almost never aimed at her, in fact she almost looked curious. Thinking over the schedule she hit on a way for them to talk privately, "cuddle with me at naptime? I can explain then." She whispered. "Already planning on it." Was the last thing said during Story time. Laying down on mats next to each other Susan quickly scooched them together, had they been paying attention they would have noticed three other couples following their example, as it was Susan lay her head on Tara's breasts and whispered "are you comfortable telling me?" She was giving her an out, and Tara loved her even more for it, but if they just dozed off their was a non-zero chance she would actually end up using the garment unknowingly, she was starting to feel the urge after the juice boxes with lunch, and that would be even harder to explain. "No, you should know. You know how I have been avoiding having sleepovers?" "Yah, I missed them. Alot. I love waking up like this, but I figured you were worried that it would make us both feel like we should have sex, and you didn't want to rush into that. To clarify I do want sex, but I don't want to rush you if you don't yet, though do prepare for some seduction." "No, I totally want sex too, but last year got so stressful and, well, remember how I wet the bed until we were twelve?" Susan caught on immediately, "Oh babe, I'm so sorry. I want you to know though, I am just as fine with you needing, is the right word protection now? Anyway, I am just as accepting of your sleepover needs as I was then. I want girlfriend cuddles and I don't care if you wake up wet from them, though I would prefer to get you wet in other ways." Tara's brain had frozen halfway through, "I'm your girlfriend?" "Babe, we've been dating for months, finally. Most of our class thinks we're the longest term couple of our grade. How did you not know?" "It's just, we haven't really said it." "Yah, we have lived in the same town for nineteen years, not very many new people to introduce you to like 'and this is my girlfriend, Tara' and sitcoms have just ruined 'hey girlfriend' for me." "Hey girlfriend." "OK, it's actually super fucking cute when you say it and I'm sorry I didn't make it clearer earlier ya doof. Now kiss me and let's actually get some relaxation time in. You're wearing protection for naptime in case you do doze off and forgot in your haste to flash me, which you do regularly, despite not realizing we were dating. I get it." Tara happily complied before saying "I actually still just call them pullups, even though that's not the brand, and no, that's not why I'm wearing them, though now you mention it I really should have thought of that." Susan's head had perked back up, "I, umm, I saw them in my closet this morning while getting dressed, and I remembered that I did wear pullups to kindergarten. Little me had a bit of a play or potty priority problem." "Little you was fucking awesome and I will hear nothing bad about her. And I can totally see it, I seem to remember you would sometimes wet yourself when you got too into what we were doing until we were, like, nine." "The last time I purposely wet myself to keep doing something with you we were thirteen." "Thirteen?! How did I not notice!" "I pulled my skirt back and was wearing black leggings. We were sitting on the ground so I just let go in the grass." "You have a very vivid memory of this occasion." "Remember when I had you practice all the couples scenes for the grade seven play at the playground with me over and over?" "The play I didn't even get to be in because I got the flu that week?" "Remember the kiss at the end?" "The kiss I didn't get because I was sick with the damn flu?" Tara suppressed a snort in her girlfriends hair. "You got a lot during that practice session, I wet myself so we could have more. And your backup was terrible at your lines, and a boy yuck, and only got a small peck on the side of the mouth. Besides, mom reminded me we got married the year before. She already considers you her daughter in law." "Yah, but that play ended before the 'you may now kiss the bride' and the others were the last ones I got until this past year." Susan was quiet for a bit, "If it makes you feel better, you might remember I wore diapers until after new years during kindergarten, then switched to pullups until April. Well, after the first day, I was in panties for that." "I vaguely remember that, but if you were in panties before kindergarten why did you switch back to diapers?" Susan blushed, "I was having so much fun with you. I had to go before pickup but you wanted to play outside for a bit, and then we waited for our moms tuckered out under that big tree and I just stopped holding it. Your mom came first so you didn't see it, but the back of my overalls were wrecked." "Can't blame you, don't think I made it to the potty once that first week. Your mom got mad?" "Pretty mad, yah. I very rarely had accidents and I flat admitted I did it to keep playing with you. Kayla was still in diapers, so she put me in one as punishment. Probably expected me to beg her to take it off next time I had to use the bathroom, but I figured if mommy was putting me in diapers she wanted me to use them, so I did until she told me she wouldn't be buying any more because Kayla was progressing in her potty training, and I would have to get back to it too once they were all gone." "That's hilarious. I can totally see your mom getting so flustered when you didn't realize it was a punishment, but unwilling to go back on it until it had gone on too long." "Yah, your Mami would wake me up a little early from nap time for a change and that would usually last me until I got home unless I pooped later, but I really didn't try to be secretive about it at all." "You pooped your diaper too?" "I just told you I used them until she told me I couldn't. And are you saying you didn't poop your pullup on occasion? You just said you didn't make it to the potty once that first week." "OK, Yah, but no more than twice a month after that. Maybe we should get you some diapers so you can be more authentic." Tara admitted before tickling her girlfriends sides lightly. Susan squirmed a little before returning fire and saying, "you want authentic, I dare you to wet yours." With all the tickling, giggling, and whispering they were doing a teacher would have probably stepped in long before in actual kindergarten, in fact Tara remembered her Mami doing so a few times when they did that back then, but they weren't actual children. Mr and Mrs Harris had all but admitted they were going off to have sex in the teachers lounge, and Miss Smith had said she needed a smoke and some quote 'real ass food', so as long as they were discreet the various couples in the room could get up to what they wanted. Tara considered the proposal for a minute, before whispering, "you really want authentic?" Susan hmm'd an affirmative into her chest. Why did going through with this sound so hot. "Ok, I'm going to wet myself, once I do neither of us are going to make it to the toilet for a week. We will stop by that medical supply store on Maple on our way out today and get you diapers, and I am going to need a lot more pullups, probably grab some diapers for nighttime as well, because that's what I wore back then. I'm pretty sure my work uniform can hide a pullup, and I'm sitting ninety percent of the time anyway, and yours is a dress and apron so your diaper should be pretty well hidden. Does that sound ok?" Susan gave some thought to it for a minute, "I don't know why, but this is the hottest fucking thing I have ever imagined. I don't think there is any way I can hide that I am wearing diapers from my family for a week though, especially if I am using them. That and I will have to pee at least once before we leave." "Stay with me for the week. We can say we are celebrating making our relationship official, your mom doesn't want your little sisters walking in on us when we get too handsy making out, she for sure won't want that to happen when we have sex, and I sorta want to make like bunnies this week now that I know we can. My mom already found out I wore today for authenticity, we can tell her we are doing that together if she finds you out, and she has already told me if I ever need some privacy with you to put a sock on my doorknob. I have a diaper genie in my closet for my pullups, it should hold both of our diapers just fine. As for having to pee," Tara smirked, "I believe I was just talking about the virtues of black leggings. We can go color outside under the old tree, you did want to be authentic. Susan let out an aroused little squeal, "OK, apparently this is something I am really into. You're sure you want to do this? Because if we do, I'm probably going to want to do it again some time." "Yah, seems like I'm into it too so this is definitely not going to be a one time thing. Ok," Tara sighed slightly and Susan wondered why until she continued, "OK, I'm peeing." Now that she knew, Susan could hear the slight hissing for about a minute. "I'm pretty sure it held it all, don't know how fast I pee when I'm asleep so I was worried for a second. Can you feel my ass quick?" "I will feel your ass any time you want." "To check for leaks, not just to grope me." "I can multitask. Oh wow that is so warm. And squishy. Eeee, fuck that may be my new favorite feeling. Ok, not feeling any wetness under you or on your thighs, think you're safe." The two young women spent the rest of naptime getting their breathing back under control, as it was almost at the level it had been during their last makeout when they had ended with one tank top sans bra, and two bikini bottoms between them. After being 'woken up' by a decidedly disheveled Mrs. Harris Tara took the opportunity to change her pullup in the bathroom, before they went out to color beneath the old oak tree by the parking lot. After about fifteen minutes of peacefully coloring and chatting Susan crossed her legs, made sure her skirt was flared out behind her, and moved her coloring book to her knee, before continuing where they left off quizzing each other on verbs, but deciding to be cheeky with it. "Peeing" "What you're doing right now." "Yah, but what's it in German? "Ich pinkle." "No, that's if you're peeing." Tara leaned in closer and whispered "Ich. Pinkle." She kissed Susan's neck, "Und Du pinkelst." Her chin, "Wir pinkeln." Nipped at her earlobe, drawing out a low moan from the shorter girl. "I'm going to need you to stop, or immediately finger me against this tree." Tara leaned back and smirked at her, "Stop peeing? But I'm not done yet." "Fuck me." "I think that's Fick mich, but I'm not sure. Most of our research materials are for…" Thoroughly through with her girlfriends shenanigans Susan roughly pulled her onto her own lap and into a searing kiss, pressing the girls sodden pullup against her own soaked crotch hard enough she leaked a little, though they were a bit busy to notice. They made out for another five minutes before pulling themselves away breathless and red faced and stared into each others eyes, both wide with arousal. After getting their breathing under control a bit, mixed with a few more pecks, Tara reached down to Susan's crotch and rubbed it quickly, drawing out a whimper, "uh oh. Looks like someone had an accident in her pants. Maybe we should get you some diapers, you clearly aren't potty trained." "Am so," Susan shot back, "it's just so fun playing with you I didn't want to go in to the potty. I did it on purpose, so it wasn't an accident, so I'm still totally potty trained." She couldn't stop herself from breaking into giggles at the end and pulling Tara in for another kiss. "Besides," she returned the crotch grab, "you piddled your pullup, so you're one to talk about potty training." "I'm just mature enough to know I will have trouble stopping playing for the stupid potty and came prepared." Tara laughed as well, "Gods this week is going to be fun." "Yah it will, babe." Susan nudged Tara off her lap and swatted her ass. "Come on potty pants, let's go do goodbyes and get me appropriately attired, I'll need to swing by my place to change into a longer skirt too, the shorter one was just so you could stare at my ass anyway. Did you bring a second change?" "No, and you chose this outfit specifically to get laid tonight, didn't you." "Oh hell yes, I was prepared to get increasingly sexy over the entire week until you could no longer resist jumping me. I did warn you to prepare for seduction." Tara sputtered, "What! You know how shy and oblivious I am, what if I just forced myself to look and not touch?" "Honestly if you made it until Friday night I would have accepted you weren't ready for sex yet, masturbated furiously to my many, many sexy pictures of you, and told you we could wait as long as you needed, but you would need to accept that, after particularly hot makeout sessions like last week, I would need to get myself off afterwards. And honestly, apparently I don't know how oblivious you are because when I planned this I thought you knew we had been dating for months. So, to be perfectly clear on what we know today, you are my romantic girlfriend who I very much want to have sex with as soon as, and as much as, possible, I find you pissing yourself in panties, a pullup, or a diaper to be unbelievably hot, honestly thinking on it I would be straight out disappointed if you pulled your pants down or panties to the side to pee if you were desperate, don't know how it's different, feel free to use the toilet whenever you want I just don't want to be watching, I really enjoy pissing my own pants, etcetera as well, especially with you watching, and from what I can tell from imagining it I should feel the same way as all of the above about pooping ourselves. Am I perfectly clear?" Tara nodded, and Susan pulled her into another kiss, "Good, now we will swing by your place so you can change, then mine so I can do the same, then on to Maple Street Medical, it"s about two now, so we should be fine to get there by three, even if we are shopping for an hour we will be able to make our reservations. Now, real quick before we go inside," Susan did a slow little twirl, "can you tell I pissed my pants at all?" Tara looked very carefully and, after confirming there were no visible clues and someone would need to physically feel her pants to tell they were wet, they made their goodbyes and headed out to Susan's car, an old, but well taken care of station wagon. "Do you think you will need to pee again before we get to your place?" Susan asked, grabbing a towel left over from their beach trip a few weeks ago for herself to sit on from the cargo area and holding up a second. "Probably not, but give it to me just in case." Tara agreed, catching the tossed item and laying it under her. —- "Mom, I'm home!" Tara called out, slidding her shoes off and shutting the door behind them. "Hey kiddo, how was your first day of school? Oh, hi Susan, same to you." Her mother said, as she walked in from the kitchen. "It was super fun, we played games and colored and napped aaaand, Susan is officially my girlfriend can she stay the week to celebrate please?" Tara's mom chuckled, "of course she can, though if she's staying the week you may want to let her know…" "Oh, I already told her about my bedwetting. During naptime." "Naptime, should have thought of that. If you wet then you should probably wear every day you go to class, at least you'll get the more accurate experience." "I did wet, but," Tara took a deep breath and steeled herself for disapproval, "it was for the other reason I used to." "It was my fault, I dared her to." Susan interjected. "And I went along with it because it would be just like old times. I wanted to." Tara overruled, before looking back at her mom. "I want the whole kindergarten experience. I tried it, and had so much fun, and please don't be mad." "Oh kiddo, I'm not mad, just surprised. I honestly shouldn't be, the whole point is to recreate the kindergarten experience, no reason you shouldn't take that as far as you can." She pulled her daughter into a hug, "If it makes you happy, I don't mind. You wearing pullups to school is a good idea anyway even just for naptime, speaking of," she patted her butt, "you're soaked, we should have thought to pack you a change." "I did," Tara responded, blushing, "I just wet again when I didn't want to stop coloring with Susan." Tara's mom snorted, "right, whole experience, should have thought of that. Well, you need to make sure to pack enough changes in that case. If I remember correctly I always sent you with three, one for naptime, one for any 'accidents', and a spare just in case. You're going to want to stock up." "We're going to Maple Street Medical after I grab my bag for the week," Susan chimed in, a blush rising on her cheeks as she decided to come clean as well, "I'm joining her on the whole experience thing this week, but I need something a bit bigger than what they have in the supermarket." "I'm glad you two can share this," Tara's mom said before smirking, "I'm not changing either of your diapers though, did enough of that the first time around. You can change each other." "Wait," Tara turned to her girlfriend, "Mom changed your diapers too?" "Yah, silly. We started having sleepovers on Halloween, I was still in diapers for another couple months." Susan leaned her head on Tara's shoulder, "I'm looking forward to the Klein hat trick tonight, think it'll be my favorite of the three." She kissed her girlfriends cheek, then swatted her butt. "Go get changed, we gotta get rolling." A quick stop at Susan's later to pack her bags and tell her family she would be staying the week, and they were soon standing outside Maple Street Medical Supplies. "Last chance to back out." Tara said. "No way in hell. Remember, the story is they are for my granny." Was Susan's reply. They browsed the store for a while before coming to the incontinence isle. Grabbing a pack of the shelf, Susan looked at it a second. "Kinda wish I could still fit in baby diapers, these don't look bad but I sort of want something a bit cuter." Tara came up beside her holding a pack of her own, "Yah, but I guess adults who need these wouldn't really want something cute, they're looking for something more discreet and practical." "You're right, ok fourteen to a pack, I remember I went through three or four a day, so two pack should get me through the week. One should see you through nighttime with some to spare, so I can borrow from you in an emergency. You find your pullups?" "They don't seem to sell regular bedwetting pullups here, just plain medical ones that look so much worse. We'll have to swing by the supermarket for them." "OK, let's ring these out so I can get into a diaper. I'll change in the cargo area if you keep watch." With that the girls turned and headed to the registers, until Susan stopped dead, "Shit." She hissed. "Wait to do that in your diaper." Tara joked. "No, it's Mrs. Harris. She works here. Fuck, she probably saw the pullup taking out the garbage and now two of her students are buying diapers? No way she will buy the granny line." "OK, we blame naptime and my bedwetting." "I'm not throwing you under the bus!" "It would have been true!" "Hi ladies. Can I help you with anything?" Mrs. Harris asked as she approached them. "Hi Mrs. Harris," they both said before descending into a jumbled "we're looking for things for my granny.""I've been having some problems while I sleep and naptime…" "Oook, yah, you two need help." The girls worried expressions deepened, "shit, no, not like that." She looked around before hiking her apron to the side a bit and lifting up her shirt showing a crinkly white waistband just rising above her pants. "I'm on your side." She looked over at the registers and shouted, "Hey Mark, I'm going to help some customers for a bit." Oh joy, there was Mr. Harris too. She led them off into the store, "now, first lesson, you don't need to tell the workers squat about why you are buying something. Never volunteer that information, it is none of our business. Lesson two, if you feel you need an alibi at least agree on one." "We did agree on one." Susan mumbled. Tara grabbed her hand placatingly, "I'm sorry, we panicked when we saw you. You probably took out the garbage with my pullup in it and now two of your students are buying diapers? I figured you wouldn't buy the granny line. I really have been having that problem while sleeping." "Kid, no one ever buys the granny line, but it's not our job to care. For the pullup, there were two diapers each from me and Mark, and I'm pretty sure Clara needed a change at some point too, but she was wearing a Hypertough so maybe not. I wasn't on the lookout for used diapers in a trash I already knew contained them." "If you don't care, then why not let us just cash out and pretend we don't know each other?" Susan asked. "Said it isn't my job to care, not that I don't, and you two gave off panicked shoplifter vibes when you saw me, we don't need one of the other staff confronting you over that misunderstanding. You two are obviously still pretty new to this and could use some pointers. First pointer, those are not the diapers you're looking for. Firstly they are a super shit brand that will leak faster than a pullup, we only stock them because some of the customers expect them because they are a big brand name. Secondly," with this she pushed aside a curtain with a giant blue rubber duck of all things on it, "welcome to The Nursery." The girls looked on in wonder at what was concealed behind that simple curtain. Shelves of diaper packs that would not have looked out of place in the kids isle, sized up kids cloths, bottles, pacifiers, even a huge crib in one corner. The whole room smelled like baby powder, and they wondered how it didn't penitrate to the rest of the store. "Ok, what's your usual ageplay age outside the classroom?" At their blank looks she tried again, "OK, Little newer than that I guess, how long have the two of you been into ABDL?" Still nothing until Tara raised her hand. "Umm, what's ABDL?" "Wow, total newbies, don't get them often, usually they do at least some internet research before coming in. ABDL stands for Adult Baby, Diaper Lover. It's a kink where you like to pretend you're a different age and or wear diapers. It's why we came up with the second kindergarten idea in the first place, the seven of us in the first year were all a secret ABDL hangout group. If you don't mind me asking, how did you come to be buying yourselves diapers without already finding out about it?" A ten minute explaination later and Mrs. Harris was up to speed on their plans, but Susan had one final thing to add. "Umm, and I sort of am really starting to need to pee, and we agreed to no making it to the toilet, so…" "Oh, yah, no problem." Mrs. Harris said casually, "The floor in here is tile if you just want to go in your pants, or you can grab one of the diaper samples you like and put it on, I can help you if you're not quite sure how." Shocked that the older woman would so nonchalantly suggest wetting her pants Susan almost did, but she had been holding this specifically to go into her first diaper in years, so she looked around the room quickly before settling on a diaper with teddy bears on the waistline and sheepishly asking for help putting it on. About a minute after they had gone into the backroom Tara was browsing the shelves when a shout came from the curtain as it was thrown open, "Hey Mrs. Harris! Our order come… oh, hi Tara." Turning in horror Tara saw the two former sports captains arm in arm in front of the curtain as it fluttered closed again. "Hey, Stacy, Kyle, umm, good to see you?" Tara squeaked. "No need to be shy," Stacy laughed, twirling her earrings, before sliding her loose athletic shorts off revealing a thick diaper with castles and unicorns on the waistband. "We're ABDLs too. Hey, is Mrs. Harris around?" "Yah, she's just in the back helping…" "Holy shit babe, you can hardly tell I peed at all," Susan said without looking as she walked into the room, skirt and leggings in her hand and poking at the diaper around her waist. "Another customer." Tara finished lamely, so much for protecting her girlfriends secret at least. "Oh yah, Tinklebelles are decently tanky with hardly any swelling. Best discreet ABDL brand out there right now. I'm in a Princess one, and Kyle likes the Teddies like you." Stacy piped in immediately causing Susan to look up in shock. "Umm, hi guys." "Stacy, don't scare off the newbies, they just found out about it today." Mrs. Harris said as she followed Susan out, "Here for your pickup I presume?" "Yup, Kyle can you get those out to the car? I'm going to have some girl chat with our new initiates over here. Don't worry, I'm not going to scare them off Mrs. Harris, just some advice from a peer. Or pee-er as the case may be." She giggled at her own joke. "Ok, tip one," she looked down at Susan's feet for some reason, "If you are going to use the old black leggings trick, make sure you wear black socks too." The young couple looked down and to their horror found the top of Susan's white socks had indeed yellowed a bit. "Easy mistake to make, it's why I only buy black socks, helpful for that and the rare times my diaper leaks. Speaking of leaking," she turned to Tara who felt a blush creeping up her face as she felt the smallest trickle of warmth running down her leg and nodded. "What are you in?" Tara shyly showed her her pullup, "Wow, brave. I leak every time I try those." "My mom got them for me when I started wetting the bed again last year. They work fine for that, and I wet two earlier without problem." "No babe, your second one leaked a bit, I felt it on your towel when I put them in the wash at home." Susan chimed in. "That's probably because you crushed our crotches together while I was still peeing!" "Kinky, but that's the thing with those, they are designed for bedwetting. When you are laying down your pee can flow towards the back or front and soak in more, helps that most bedwetters leak slowly from what I've heard, which reduces the risk of overloading the absorption rate. Not that I'd know, I've been wearing regularly for about five years now after getting super sick early freshman year and having a hard time making it to the bathroom, and I still can't wet in my sleep" "But, I wore pullups to kindergarten. If we are going for authentic I should only be in diapers at night!" Tara cried out, saddened by this news, but Stacy had a solution. "Ooh, authenticity play? That is rad. My usual ageplay age is around two, but I might just have to join you in that, I was in pullups too. As for your potty pantsing problem I have a product p-p-p dangit, suggestion." "Proposal." Kyle piped in from the register. "Thanks honey. For your potty pantsing problem I have a product PROPOSAL. Tinklebelles just released a line of ABDL pullups, almost as tanky as their diapers from what I've read online." She looked over her shoulder, "Hey, honey? Add a few bags of Tinklebelles Pixie Pants please. Did you wear any padding to kindie?" "Am I part of this conversation or am I checking us out, dear?" "Both, we need to know if we should get you some too." "No. I was fully potty trained by kindergarten." "Aww, dang." "I'm sorry I wasn't a late bloomer like you three." "I wasn't a late bloomer, I would just rather keep playing than use the potty." Tara raised her hand sheepishly at that and Stacy turned back to her, "question?" "No, I was just the exact same way." "Oh, rad. Potty rebel sisters!" Stacy raised her hand for a high five, which Tara confusedly returned. "What about you, Sue?" "This one corrupted me when we met the first day. She probably forgot other kids would have to go use the potty and kept us playing the entire time. Just before pickup we were sitting out at the tree and I just let go. I was stupid enough to tell my mom it wasn't an accident and she tried to punish me by putting me in my little sisters diapers. It wasn't a punishment to me, and I wore them until we ran out when she started potty training." Stacy's mouth was open in shock, before she threw her arms up and excitedly exclaimed "Radder! Geeze that is a huge fantasy in the ABDL community. So, you two are recreating how you met? That is so romantic. So is kindergartener your usual ageplay age?" "Umm, we're not entirely sure what that even is yet, but if I'm translating it right, probably? Kindergarten was a huge time for us, it's when we met and how I got my Mami, sorry, my stepmom to clarify, Mami is Spanish for mom." Tara said hesitantly "Spanish? Wait, your dad married Miss Vasquez?" "My dad is a deadbeat who left us for another woman when I was two. Then left her for a younger woman, etc about five times last I heard. He is in prison for failing to pay child support. My mom married Miss Vasquez. They were high school sweethearts, who drifted apart for a few years. I wound up in her class, yada yada yada, it was pretty much a kid reunites parents movie." "Wow, that is amazing! How is…" Kyle had stepped over and clamped a hand around her mouth, using the other to point at the pins on her hairbands questioning, having noticed the slight wetness on her cheeks. "Yah, sophomore year, when I got over my grief enough to think straight I knew I had to do second kindergarten, she was a big supporter of the idea. The year it started was the last year she was teaching before she got sick, and she said she missed the old space, but was glad it was being put to good use." Susan pulled her into a hug, "Mi Vida, I'm leaking." "Don't care babe, you needed this. Besides, it's kinda hot." Tara snorted into the shorter girl's hair. "OK, happy thoughts, you two are recreating your kindergarten experience because it's when you started dating among other reasons." Tara laughed, which was probably part of the point, "we did not start dating in kindergarten." "You didn't know what you were doing was dating in kindergarten you mean." "We didn't start dating until last year, this goof still wasn't sure we officially were until today." Sue chimed in. The other three in the room looked at them with blank, shocked looks. "You're joking, right?" Stacy asked. "No." They chorused hesitantly. "You realize the entire grade was sure that wedding in sixth grade was real?" "I went to that show to see how the younger theater kids were coming up and I thought it looked authentic. Plus, I know enough Spanish to recognize you just called her 'My Life,' pet names like that are not first day things." Mrs. Harris piped up from the back. "That's what that means? You have been calling her that for literally as long as I can remember. You have been calling Susan what I'm guessing pretty much means 'the love of my life' since grade school, and you expect us to believe you just realized you're dating today?" Stacy exclaimed. The girls chuckled nervously, "Mami slipped up and called Mom it a few times while they were still being secret about it because I was in her class. Mom panicked when I asked her what it meant and said 'Best Friend', that made Mami panic when I called Susan it the next day, but she couldn't exactly correct me without revealing their relationship." "You did not go until today not knowing what it really meant though." Tara was bright red by this point, "I knew what the words meant by seven, and the meaning by thirteen, but I had been calling her it for so long by that point. And it's not like I was lying, it was true, I was just way too stupid and worried it might mess up our friendship. Other kids were getting together and breaking up in a matter of days around then, and it terrified me to think we might do the same." "Never would have happened, babe, but I get it. We have each other now, and that's what matters." Susan said softly, before kissing her cheek. "You know, Tom, the guy who played the priest, is going into priest school right now, he could probably make it retroactively official in a few years." Kyle added. "He's going to have to get in contact with my Abuela then. She wants us to have our Mayan ceremony the same day. It's stupid, we should have been dating for years, but at least we are now. What are you doing?" This last was just to Stacy who had squatted slightly and had a look of mild concentration. "Pooping." Was her casual response, and now that they knew what to look for her diaper was tenting out a bit in the back, she was peeing as well obviously as the front was getting slightly darker and saggier. "Well, you've clearly been in love for years. Why not decide you've been dating all along? That's what we did, finally talked about our feelings for each other last Christmas, looked back at the last few years and how we had been acting, and decided we had been dating since the end of Sophomore year." "We can do that?!" Susan asked, eyes lighting up like it was Christmas, before turning to Tara. "Babe, I promised myself I would never tell you, but you need to know how much this would mean to me. You know how everyone thinks we've been dating for years?" Tara nodded, a bit confused, "I thought we were too, until you asked if we could give dating a try in November. I thought, somewhere along the way, we just naturally went from best friends to dating. I want you to really think about this, think if it is something you want too, but I have felt like we have been dating for years, I've been in love with you for years, and now I know we can have been, and my vote is a big yes." "Ok," Tara caved to her look, blushing, "we can do that. But when should we say we started? And if you say kindergarten Stacy Warner I will hurt you." "Well, Kyle and I went through a checklist of sorts. We could go down that, see when you average on relationship milestones." Tara groaned, already seeing where this was leading, "OK, first big dating type thing is, unsurprisingly, dates. When did you first do something for just the two of you, maybe with a chaperone. They looked at each other, Susan smirked, while Tara looked resigned. "Kindergarten." They chorused, before Tara elaborated, "we would sometimes start sleepovers by heading to see the newest kids movie together at the theater with whatever parent was the host that night." "Yah, should have seen that coming. Ok, we know when Tara first gave you a pet name, but Susan, first pet name and when?" Susan actually blushed this time. "First day of kindergarten, when my mom asked if I had an accident, I said I did it to keep playing with a princess, even my mom was calling her my princess by first grade." "HOW THE F- nevermind, forget that, ok. Hopefully this was later, first kiss." "Ha, Seventh grade!" Tara said triumphantly. "Yah, babe, and we were so pent up you wet yourself just so we could keep doing it." "No! Not only so we could keep doing it! Also so we could keep rehearsing the lines and keep hanging out… ok, mostly to keep doing it." "That's actually really romantic. Ok, just thought of this one, didn't really apply to us, when did you each realize you liked girls?" The two looked at each other, "I don't think it was ever off the table honestly. We grew up around my mothers, so we always knew girls could like girls. I didn't realize I exclusively like girls until sex ed started around fifth." Tara responded, while Susan also piped up that she was Bi, but pretty much all the rest was the same. "Wait," Tara said, "I know we're in the middle of something, but I always forget you're Bi. Should I get a strap on, would you like that?" Susan's eyes glazed over and she did her best bobble head impression. "Do not rush off to go buy a strap on! Dang horny fuckers. Leads well into, when did you first have sex though? Also, if you can wait 'till tomorrow I have some recommendations. " Tara blushed, "We haven't. I was afraid to tell her my bedwetting was back, and I tend to nod off a bit when we cuddle." "Explains why you're so horny a bit. When you met each other's family is obvious, held hands and cuddled, guessing probably around the same, ok last question, when did you each figure out you liked the other romantically?" "Sixth grade, the play." Tara responded, "I saw her in that wedding dress costume walking towards me and thought 'I want that to be real some day.' Spent the whole ride home telling my moms how beautiful you are." "It, it took you that long to figure out?" Susan questioned, sounding a little distressed. "Oh, Mi Vida," she kissed her softly, "It was all still there much earlier, but all that just felt like a natural extension of our friendship at the time. You know how oblivious I am. When did you figure it out?" "Well, my mom wanted to head off sex ed, so she gave me the start of The Talk in fourth. How I'd notice some changes, yada yada yada, but also that I may start having some new feelings for some people, but none of them were new. They were all things I already felt around you. Wanting to be around you all the time, hold hands, cuddle, even kiss you, thinking you're beautiful, blushing when you catch my eye…" Tara cut her off by pulling her into a passionate kiss. "Oh my god, so romantic!" Stacy squealed. "Shouldn't you go change?" Tara huffed in mock annoyance. "Meh, I'll change in a bit. I don't mind being poopy and Tinklebelles have great odor protection." She responded, "and the verdict is in," she made trumpeting noises, "You guys started dating… whenever the heck you feel like saying you did, you're all over the place honestly. A lot of the more basic romantic groundwork was very early days, but most of the physical and acknowledgment stuff was more recent, which, duh. If I had to suggest a point that wouldn't get me slapped, I would say either shortly before or during that play in sixth grade as it is a good reference point." The young couple looked at each other before turning back and nodding. "Congrats on seven years then, now let's make sure you guys have all your supplies." "Supplies? We don't just need diapers?" "Oh wow, you want a rash on your second day? That would totally ruin things for you. You at least need baby powder or diaper cream. I prefer both, and there are some great scents here. I would suggest cornstarch over talcum, but that's personal preference. Did you plan on pooping too? Some people aren't into it." At their nods she continued, "then you'll definitely want wipes. You can't go wrong with a changing mat either, much more comfortable than just laying on the floor. Small garbage bags for disposal in places without their own trash, or even just an open trash, no need to just leave your diap laying there. Your backpacks are decent enough diaper bags for school, but you will want something for after and weekends if you plan on being full time for a bit. I prefer a three chamber model, one for diapers and changing supplies, one for the occasional carry out used diaper, you really want those in separate sections, and one for all the usual miscellaneous stuff you might find yourself needing sort of like a purse, and a change of pants just in case, you never know when you'll leak. This might seem like a lot, but for ABDL friendly events it is awesome. Speaking of purses, make sure the one you use can hold a change and a small thing of powder or cream, you don't want to be caught without one when you suddenly need it. How long are you planning on going for?" When they responded that they planned to try for a week she pouted, "aww, that's no fun. Can I try and convince you to go at least two? My little guy is turning two, so next Sunday we are having a big party with all our baby friends, but only babies are invited!" At their clear confusion Kyle clarified, "I'm turning twenty on Thursday. My usual ageplay age is three or four, but it is some kind of tradition to refer to ABDL's as being their decade as their age when their birthday comes around, so I am turning two. On Thursday we are having my regular adult birthday party, but Sunday we are having an ABDL party with the other ABDL's going to kindergarten with us, and a few from out of town, at our new apartment. You two are invited, but it's diapered butts only." The girls looked at each other and Susan grimaced. "It sounds super fun, but I don't think I could swing staying at your place for two weeks. Mom might think we're U-Hauling it at that point. If I go home wearing diapers I will have to come out to them about it. You can keep wearing Babe, but I don't know if I'm ready for that. I can change into one for the party at your place though. Are we the only ones in class that weren't secretly ABDL already?" "Yah, that'll work. Coming out to your parents is hard, I was delirious on meds when I told my dad how good diapers felt and how much I wanted to stay in them, and was so embarrassed when he told me what I said when I was more lucid. Luckily he was super understanding and I got to wear a few times a month, before going full time at home once I got my first job and could afford them myself. Kyle still hasn't told his, it wasn't until we got our own place from a guy my dad knows last week that he started wearing with any regularity. And no, there aren't that many of us in class, you two make eight, not counting the teachers. According to Mrs. Harris, besides their year which was a hundred percent, usually about a third of the class ends up a part of the ABDL community by the end. Wanting to go back to kindergarten is a little, well, little anyway, so we are more common. So, a weeks worth of diapers, and when you decide you know where to get more. I would suggest grabbing different brands each bag to see what you like, unfortunately Pixie Pants are the only really viable ABDL pullup so far, so Tara you are out on that, but I would say grab something Sue doesn't for your night diaper so you guys can swap and compare. Night diapers should also be a bulkier one, you want to wear it until you get into your morning shower, so it should be able to take a few hits depending on your morning routine and how soon before bed you put it on. Lastly, your ducks." Again the two newbies were completely lost, "ducks are our symbol locally. ABDL's have a few symbols, but a lot can mean other things or just be an aesthetic like a safety pin. Locally a while back someone came up with the idea of marking people and places that were ABDL or ABDL friendly with red or blue rubber ducks. On a person a red duck means they are a supporter and a blue duck means they are an ABDL." On examination the girls realized the other three in the room did indeed have blue ducks on them. Stacy had a blue duck on the ends of both her earrings, Kyle had one on a pin on his ballcap, and Mrs. Harris had one pinned to her apron, with a white duck next to it. "On places or events the rule is 'if it's red, keep it in your head' this is usually more public and family friendly places, it means they usually have a few accommodations for ABDL's like adult rated changing tables or adult diapers for sale, and you usually won't be looked at too weird for having a stuffy or something on you. You can usually be less subtle about pottying your pants, but don't be full on obvious or say you are. 'If it's blue, you be you' that blue duck on the curtain indicates that this is a safe place to toss my pants off and hang around in a diaper, tell you that I'm pooping it, and generally just be as little as I want." "The third Thursday of every month at the Cinema is marked with a blue duck on the calendar, I always wondered what it meant," Tara chimed in. "Oh yah, it's tons of fun, we watch kids movies all night and drink giant sodas so we can pee our pants. You should totally come this month." "Tara laughed, "you're just trying to keep me in diapers indefinitely aren't you?" "Heck yah, they are way better than panties. Anywho, you two should get a duck or two to mark you out for others in the know." Tara eventually settled on earrings like Stacy had, while Susan got one that clipped to the side of her glasses, grabbing a few red ones for their parents as well, and then Susan asked, "What about Mrs. Harris's white duck?" "That marks her as a universal changer. If you don't want to or don't know how to change yourself look for the white duck and they will change you, no fuss. A white duck on a baby changing station means it is rated for adult weights as well, which is super helpful. You may have noticed it today in the bathroom at school." Mrs. Harris gave an impressed whistle as they walked up to the register, "Dang kid, you really upsold them, I haven't heard a spiel like that in ages. You wouldn't happen to be looking for a job, would you?" Stacy laughed a bit bitterly, "I wish, The Smoothie Station just laid off all of us who are going back to, quote, 'non-essential classes' meaning me, Jessie, and a bunch of college kids got suddenly fired last week." "Looks like I need a new place to get smoothies, and wish granted, come on back here and learn the register. I will add these two to your commissions once we get you into the system. We have been looking for some folks to just man The Nursery for a couple weeks now, it gets more popular with each year that passes. It is miles past the regular incontinence section, and by sales volume it is past everything but the pharmacy, and wraps and braces." "Wait, you're serious? Shouldn't you talk to your manager or an owner or something?" Mrs. Harris almost collapsed laughing, "Kid, my family owns this shop, I've been an owner since I graduated. Now come on back and learn the system." "I seriously get to work in a Blue Duck room all the time!?" Stacey squealed in happiness and hugged her new boss. Mrs. Harris laughed, "yes, but it won't be all fun and games. This is a fun place to work, but it will still be work. Do you think you'll be comfortable being a white duck as well? It's not required, but it will raise your pay a bit and is a helpful service for people to be able to get here." The girl bounced back to the ducks section and decisively grabbed a white one. "Anyone need a change? Besides me of course." Mrs. Harris laughed, "Let's get these two checked out, then you can change me." A few minutes late the girls purses were a bit lighter and everything was packed in two discreet brown boxes. Tara had already changed into one of her new pullups while Susan was paying, and was marveling at the feeling of ever so slightly more padding. Susan had been told her diaper could take at least two more wettings, three if she didn't mind sagging below her still rather short skirt a bit, though they suggested leaving her leggings off if she wanted that as they may squeeze the diaper and make it leak sooner, they were rather tight. Kyle had smirked and said he could go five or six times before it leaked, and Stacy had swatted him, stating that boys were cheaters because they could adjust where the stream hit, but added that girls could get similar results if they strategically lay on their back and front, and as they got more used to wearing they would be able to let go in smaller amounts, going from the 'ok I have to pee' floods to 'I guess I could pee a bit' trickles that would absorb easier and have less chance of overwhelming the leg guards. Mrs. Harris and Stacy had used their needed changes to show the girls how to change a diaper properly as they had said they were interested in being the ones to change each other, instead of changing themselves, and now Stacy was in a professional looking apron with her new white duck proudly displayed, though she had still chosen to forgo pants over her fresh padding. She had decided to stay and begin her training, as the other couple hadn't really had any plans for the evening. Now sitting in Susan's car the girls took a minute to process everything they had learned and done in what they had thought would be a quick trip to the shop. "You know," Susan said, looking at the clock, "When I said we would be fine, even if we were shopping for an hour, I was joking." Tara laughed, "your work is only ten minutes away though, and we still have forty. Want to park in the back of the supermarket's lot and make out for twenty?" Susan agreed that sounded like an incredible plan, glad for the wide back seat she usually had little use for. With no makeup to fix the girls were easily able to cover the more obvious signs of their amorous activities, though the lack did make it much harder to hide their flushed cheeks. Monsieur Crevette was a French restaurant though, which meant it approved of amorous activities. They were led to a candlelit table for two off in a corner by the owner's daughter, a young woman a few years older than them who had taken Susan under her wing, who smirked at their obvious blushes and tightly clasped hands. "You kids look adorable. Going for the full kindergarten look I see." The girls shyly nodded, informing her it had been where they had first met and they had decided to revel in that. "Awww, wish I could have gone. It started a few years after I graduated though. Those guys had a good idea." With Susan having worked there for three years now they were quick to decide their meals, Susan ordering a hearty duck stew she had taken a liking to many years ago when she first started, with sparkling grape juice as she still had to drive tonight, while Tara went with the roast duck in a cranberry sauce and the suggested white wine pairing. Ducks seemed to be a theme for the night, and it was a common meat in many delicious French dishes. As they sat and chatted, the rest of the staff and a few regulars came up to coo over their outfits and story. About three quarters of the way through the meal Tara began to squirm slightly, and by the time they were walking to Susan's car with the near half a cake that had been foisted on them she obviously had to pee, and Susan wondered why she hadn't while they had been seated, she had, shortly after finishing her first glass of juice. The other girls low moan as she let go as soon as they were seated in the car was hot as hell though. "I didn't know it would be that hard to pee surrounded by people. I was able to do it easily at naptime." She complained. "I didn't have trouble with it, but it's a more familiar place to me." She tickled her girlfriend's sides, "though with how often you've pissed yourself in the past I'm surprised you had any trouble at all." "You'd think. I don't know, maybe I was just a bit worried subconsciously after leaking twice in my normal ones?" She poked the damp garment under her skirt, "this one doesn't even feel all that wet though." "Let me feel," Susan snaked her hand up her girlfriend's skirt, delighting in the low moan that drew from the other girl. "Yup, think we should both make it through the movie just fine." "Or we could skip the movie? I haven't had you in my bed in almost a year. It misses you, and there is a brand new activity we can do on it." Susan burst out laughing, "That is the corniest thing I have ever heard. As much as I love the idea, we made reservations and I don't want to make your coworkers mad at me, especially if we are going to go see what next Thursday is all about. Besides, the buildup is half the fun." "The buildup has been building up for most of our lives." Tara pouted, "If it builds up much more it'll be in danger of falling on something. That made more sense in my head, I mean we may not make it back to the house, and I have broken up enough amorous couples in the back row to know I would get teased mercilessly if someone caught us." "Two hours, babe." Susan kissed her quickly, "can you hold on for me for two more hours?" Tara groaned before nodding reluctantly. Peterson's Picture Palace is only a short drive from Monsieur Crevette's, so they got there with a little time to spare. They were immediately pulled into the back by Tara's coworkers, who gushed over how cute they looked, and the owner quietly told them their new accessories really suited them, while flashing the blue duck on his watch band and putting their cake in the staff fridge. The girls had initially planned on seeing a romantic comedy, but after some light teasing that perhaps the newest animated kids movie would be more their style, they decided to go with that. There are only three other families this late, but they manage to keep their hands to themselves, mostly, and walk out having had more fun than expected. The anticipation is heavy in the air as they pull into Tara's driveway, Susan putting their cake into the fridge, while Tara brings their diapers and supplies up to her room.

This story takes place early in the timeline of my other story, but can be read alone without any problems. Writing was assisted by AI for those who care about that kind of thing. Comments and criticism are welcome! Chapter 1: My First Morning as a First Grader I woke up to the sun peeking in through the blinds. I groaned and reached over for my tablet, turning it on and opening up the emulator to continue the game of Pokémon I was playing last night. My tablet also let my robot nanny know that I was awake, and about a minute later it opened the door and came into my bedroom. "Good Morning, David!" it greeted me cheerfully. "Are you ready for your first day in first grade?" "Ugh, I guess." I mumbled back, focusing on my game. It pulled out my changing supplies, took my covers off of me, and removed my pajama bottoms, exposing my soaked diaper. It lifted me up a little and slid the changing pad underneath me. Over the next couple minutes it cleaned me up, put a fresh diaper on me, and pulled my pants onto me. I was forced to pause my game as it swapped my pajama shirt for a normal one. It then put my covers back on, letting me snuggle back into bed, tablet in hand. "What would you like for Breakfast today?" it asked me as I turned my attention back to my game. "Pancakes please." I replied, distracted as my Pikachu got knocked out by an unlucky critical hit from the wild Squirtle. Several battles later, I once again heard the creak of my door and the footsteps of my robot nanny coming towards me. This time though, it came bearing a tray holding my breakfast. Once I finished my battle I put my tablet aside, and it helped me sit up. Then it put the tray down on top of my lap: a towering stack of pancakes covered in syrup and a glass of apple juice. I dug in, savoring every bite. Once I was done, I put the fork down and the tray was moved to my nightstand. I rotated so I was sitting off the side of my bed, then stuck out my feet. I yawned and stretched while my shoes were put onto my feet and my shoelaces tied, then I stood up and walked out of my room. As I stepped outside I saw my older sister leaving her own bedroom. She looked at me and smiled warmly. "Look at you, little bro! Ready to be a big, grown up First Grader?" she exclaimed happily as she trapped me in a hug and started mussing my hair. "Sarah, stop!" I jokingly protested, laughing along with her. She knew I loved it. Eventually, we broke apart and headed out the door and into the waiting car. Sarah invited me to sit between her legs like I had every ride to school last year. I paused for a second, considering if my desire to show my maturity was worth giving up the comfort of cuddling with her. I decided that it wasn't. As I was settling myself between her legs, our robots brought us our backpacks before heading back into the house to do some cleaning. We didn't need our nannies to watch over us on the ride to school, we were responsible like that. The car locked the doors and started driving us to school. Sarah pulled out a comb and started fixing my hair in compensation for her earlier unprovoked assault on it. Once my hair was done and the comb put away, I leaned further into Sarah, luxuriating in the feeling of her warm body surrounding me, building my confidence for the day ahead. Though, up against her like that I could really feel the difference in our underwear. I vaguely remembered the teachers last year telling me that I should potty train over the summer. I had tried, but after a couple days full of leaking pull-ups I just gave up. I meant to try again later, but never really got around to it. I hoped it wouldn't cause any problems. Arriving at school, Sarah let me out of her embrace and I climbed out of the car. She handed me my backpack and grabbed hers. Our car drove off and we pulled our tablets from our bags. I swapped from the game I was playing earlier to the school's map to see where I was supposed to go. After a goodbye hug, I headed toward the small auditorium where I and my fellow first graders were supposed to meet our teachers and listen to a speech about the new school year. My sister went for the one assigned to fifth grade students like her. Partway to my destination I heard a familiar voice call out to me. I looked back and saw my best friend, Joshua. He waved to me and jogged over. I waited for him, reminiscing about how we met last year. On the first day of Kindergarten he had leaked his pull-ups pretty badly. I helped him deal with the teasing that resulted from that and a few later incidents, which eventually resulted in a strong friendship that endured even after he had stopped having accidents halfway through the year. Once he reached me we exchanged pleasantries and continued towards the auditorium. We entered and took seats next to each other, then continued talking while we waited for everyone else to come in. Eventually all the students were seated and the speech began. The teachers introduced themselves and I checked my tablet to see which ones would be teaching me and when. Everyone's day started with homeroom with their first teacher. For me that would be Mr. Higgins, who would then be teaching math afterwards. Listening to the short intros all of my teachers gave made them seem nice enough, but it was all a bit boring. Then the assistant principal came in and reminded us about a bunch of stuff that they already went over last year, not to mention it was always available in the "help" section of the school app anyway. No bullying, no fighting, no stealing, show up on time for classes, if we see something to be cleaned up we can summon a janitor bot through the app, it just went on and on and I kinda tuned it out. Finally, when I was halfway to falling back asleep, the speech finished and we were released to head to our first period classrooms, though the assembly took the time that would usually be for homeroom. Joshua has Ms. Fletcher next so we waved goodbye to each other and made our ways to our respective rooms. I found my desk and got settled in. I noticed a few acquaintances from last year sitting nearby, most notably a girl named Lizzie who sat next to me in math last year. I said hi to her and we chatted briefly before being interrupted by Mr. Higgins announcing that everyone was here and thus class was starting. We didn't actually do any math, it was all just some basic introductions and meet-and-greet activities. During those activities I managed to talk a good bit more with Lizzie. We weren't really friends yet, but the potential was there. Basically the same thing happened in my next class, Science with Ms. Kendall, except I didn't find any classmates particularly notable. Then came recess. I walked out of class and headed over to the school's assisted diaper changing room to get a quick change. It wasn't soaked to the point of me feeling wet or anything but lunchtime was always pretty busy. The absorptive material would easily last until I was home if I got a change now, letting me skip the crowd. Well, even this diaper could probably last until then but I really didn't want to risk a leak which was always a constant worry without my robot nanny there to check on it. I entered the room and smiled when I saw Mrs. Wong. She was my favorite diaper change assistant because she always talked to me and made me feel comfortable instead of just robotically doing what needed to be done like so many of her coworkers. She wasn't changing anyone right now so I walked over to a table next to her and had just laid down for a change when she noticed me. "David, you know that I'm not allowed to change you anymore now that you're in First Grade, right? We can give advice and supplies but you need to start changing yourself," she said kindly, with a hint of sadness in her voice. "I... I don't think I've ever changed my own diaper before..." I replied quietly, still trying to figure out what was happening. Maybe it had been a part of the speech that I hadn't been paying attention to? I did remember seeing some of the older students changing themselves last year but I never actually thought about it before now. Mrs. Wong sighed softly. "It's not that hard, I'll walk you through it." She gave me a small smile. "I think I'm supposed to tell you that you should be potty trained by now, but I hate giving that lecture so I'll just assume you tried but haven't been able to manage it yet." I felt my face flush red. "Well, uh, yeah, I mean, I did try, but yeah, I couldn't quite master it." She nodded sympathetically. "Alright, I guess I'll be the one to teach you how to change yourself instead. First, before you start, you'll want to make sure that all your supplies are laid out neatly and within reach. You should have a box of wipes, some powder, and obviously a new diaper. Here, everything except the diaper should already be set up on the table, but it's best to double check and make sure that nothing's missing or empty from previous changes. You're still size 12?" She asked, reaching to open a drawer. "Size 13, now." I corrected her. She stopped and looked surprised, before quickly opening another drawer and pulling out a diaper and putting it on the table next to the other supplies. "Once you're ready, take off your pants and grab the new diaper. Lay it out flat next to you. Then untape your old diaper. Grab a wipe and clean up the area around your genitals, making sure to remove anything sticky or dirty. Once you feel clean in that front half of your body, lift your bottom up and throw the old diaper into the disposal bin to the left. Slide the new diaper under you to replace it. Try to clean your bottom too, you can grab extra wipes from the supply box if necessary. Lower yourself down onto the new diaper, cover the area in a thin layer of powder, then fold the front flap up and fasten it using the tabs. That's it, pretty simple, isn't it?" I wasn't entirely convinced, but I nodded anyway. "Okay, I'll try." "I'm sure you won't have any trouble, David. Go ahead and give it a shot, I'll be right back." With that, she turned away and walked over to a young girl who had entered the room but had stopped just past the door. The girl was looking around with wide eyes, gripping her tablet in front of her like a shield. Likely a new kindergartner uncertain about experiencing her first diaper change not from her robot nanny. I hadn't been much better my first day here. I knew Ms. Wong would treat her well, but I needed to focus on my own change. I undid my belt buckle and pulled down my pants, exposing my diaper. I was feeling overwhelmed, but I didn't want to appear incompetent even if I was already having trouble remembering exactly what she said. I grabbed the fresh diaper and slid it beneath me, untaped the old one and threw it away, then lowered myself onto the new diaper. I grabbed a wipe and wiped my penis a bit, then the rest of the area around it. I then put some powder in there, it wasn't quite a smooth and even dusting but it was close enough. Lastly, I folded the diaper around me and secured it with the tabs. It didn't feel quite as secure usual, which had me worried. I looked over and saw Mrs. Wong had finished helping the girl and was walking back over to me. I continued laying down as she approached. When she arrived, she looked at me and frowned. "That diaper looks pretty loose, you need to pull it tight against your skin while you're taping it shut. If you leave it loose like that, it will leak." She looked around quickly before turning back to me with a kind smile on her face. "Here, I'll handle it for you this time. Watch what I do and don't tell anyone I did this, okay?" I smiled sheepishly, nodding. "Sure, thanks." Without saying anything further, she leaned forward and in a few motions too quick for me to follow had retaped my diaper. She straightening up again and looked down at me with a kind expression. "There, much better! Now put your clothes back on and you're done!" I thanked her again and followed her instructions, standing up and securing my pants. I grabbed my bag and headed outside. I glanced behind me and saw Mrs. Wong looking at me, giving me an encouraging thumbs up. I grinned and waved back, then hurried over to our usual hangout spot where Joshua was waiting for me. "David, what took you so long? Did you have a blowout or something?" he asked. His tone sounded playful, but also concerned. "No, I was just a bit wet, but apparently I'm not allowed to get changed anymore? So I had to learn how to change myself which took a while." "Yeah, weren't you paying attention? They mentioned several times last year, and during that speech earlier today, that the diaper assistants wouldn't change us anymore now that we're in the first grade. Get this though- I heard they didn't even let anyone past kindergarten use the room until, like, just a couple years ago. Before that we would've had to bring our own supplies and change inside the bathroom stalls!" He chuckled darkly. "After a ton of complaints and a few too many stalls closed for deep cleaning after a messy diaper change went bad, they finally gave up and let any student into the diaper changing room, but the assistants still aren't allowed to change anyone past kindergarten." I blinked. "Wow, you really know your stuff, huh? My sister never mentioned any of that." He shrugged. "Your sister is in Fifth Grade, right? Back when she was our age they had barely started the assisted diaper changing program, and you had to pay a bunch extra to be allowed in. She was probably in pull-ups by the time she started school. My brother was in the middle of the fight about letting older kids in and had plenty of horror stories to share, he was a bit of a late trainer like you. Why do you think I tried so hard to potty train myself last year, even with all those embarrassing leaks it caused?" I hadn't really considered why Joshua had decided to train himself back then, I just wanted to support him and stop those stupid bullies from teasing him. I shook my head. "Well, too late for me to copy you now I guess. I'll just have to deal with it." I paused for a second to see if there was anything else he wanted to say, but he just gave me a small nod and let it end there. "Anyway, let's talk about something more fun. Watch anything interesting lately?" Conversation drifted from one topic to the next until we were interrupted by the bell signaling the end of recess. Luckily we both had Mrs. Crawford's History class next, so we stayed together and found desks next to each other. What I wasn't expecting was for a crying Lizzie to sit next to me as well. I noticed that she was wearing a different dress than she had been earlier today. I looked over at Joshua and we came to a wordless agreement to help her out. "Are you alright?" I asked, even though the answer was obvious. Her eyes were puffy and red, and tears ran freely down her cheeks. "I... I guess not," she sniffled. I was surprised at how readily she admitted it. "I leaked during recess and all my friends laughed at me. These stupid pull-ups barely hold anything! I had to call a janitor bot and my nanny bot had to bring me a new dress and so I needed to head to the front to meet her and everyone saw and... and..." Tears began flowing faster. I reached across and placed my hand on hers. "Hey, calm down. Everything's going to be fine. Just relax and breathe slowly." Joshua chimed in. "You know, basically the same thing happened to me last year a couple times? That's how David here became my friend, by helping me out after my accidents. Your friends aren't really friends if they laugh at you for that." Her shoulders sagged slightly. "You guys are nice. Thank you. Can I..." She trailed off, looking at us with desperate hope. "Can you be our friend? Of course!" Joshua responded immediately. "We'd love to have you join us!" I added. With that, she managed a weak smile and nodded. Class started and once again it was a short speech followed by some socialization. The three of us spent the rest of class talking. By the end, she was laughing and smiling with us like nothing bad had happened to her and had agreed to meet up at my usual lunch spot. Next class for me was Gym with Coach Banks. In contrast to all the other classes, we actually did something relevant to the class itself. He gave us a lecture about safety and sportsmanship, then made us jog an entire lap around the track. As we finished we were directed into the sonic showers to get freshened up and told that we'd always have the last several minutes of the period to cool down. Most of my classmates just hung around and talked to each other during that time, but I noticed a couple others heading over to the assisted diaper changing room, smartly getting changed before the lunch rush. I didn't need another change yet so I didn't join them, but I suspected that I'd be right alongside them many times this year. Chapter 2: An Afternoon of Allies and Adversity I checked my tablet and confirmed my lunch order, then went over to the private room that was reserved for me, my sister, and our friends. Our parents were rarely around, flying all around the world to manage their businesses, but they were generous contributors to the school's budget and that got us special treatment. Apparently not enough to let me get changed by the diaper change assistants, though. Lizzie was standing outside, looking at her tablet in apparent disbelief. She looked up when she spotted me coming towards her. "Wow, a private lunch room?" She asked. I nodded in confirmation. "I've heard rumors about those, but I never expected to ever experience one firsthand." "It's nothing fancy, pretty much the same as the normal cafeteria except it takes longer for your food to get to you. Well, and you get a little privacy, of course." I smoothly replied. She giggled. "Oh yeah, that's such a tiny difference. You really don't mind sharing yours with me?" "My sister brings plenty of her friends along every day. Plus, I've usually just been eating with Joshua, it'll be nice to have some more company. Come on in!" I walked up to the door and let it scan me. It swung open and I stepped inside, motioning for her to follow. As she went in and got scanned and I heard the small "ding" of my tablet checking to see if I wanted to add her to the approved persons list. I invited her to take a seat at my table, mentioning that the other one was my sister's. We sat down and there was a bit of an awkward silence. I pulled out my tablet and confirmed her addition, and let her know that she'd be able to just walk in without me in the future. Then Sarah showed up with half a dozen friends in in tow, so I slid the tablet back into my backpack. "Little bro! You finally brought someone else to hang out with you!" Sarah exclaimed happily, running over to trap me in another hug. "You need to tell me everything about how you two became friends!" I introduced Lizzie and explained that her old friends had abandoned her without sharing the exact reason they did so. Sarah and her group seemed happy to make her acquaintance, and soon enough Joshua had arrived. The lunch delivery robots came in shortly afterwards, laying out everyone's meals. With that Sarah went off to her table, leaving Lizzie alone with me and Joshua. We started eating. It was delicious as usual, and conversation flowed easily between the three of us. About halfway through the meal, I felt the urge to poop. I was about to let it out when I froze. I was going to have to clean it up myself. The wet diaper during recess hadn't been too bad, but this would no doubt be much, much worse. It took long enough with an assistant there to handle it for me, but to handle it myself would take forever. If I messed in it I couldn't just wait and get changed at home, since the diaper would start smelling pretty bad an hour or so later, plus there was the risk of a diaper rash. "Are you okay?" Joshua asked, seeing me stop mid bite. "Uh, yeah, everything's fine. Nothing to worry about." I lied. I started chewing again, trying to ignore the feeling building within me. It wasn't really that bad, and I figured I could probably hold it in until last period. Then I actually would be able to get changed by my robot nanny instead of needing to handle changing myself here at school again. Our conversation started back up and I completely forgot about it. Sarah and her friends finished their meals and left after some quick goodbyes. Soon enough, we were finishing up ourselves and stood up to leave. That was when disaster struck. Sitting still it wasn't noticeable, but once I moved, it hit me full force. I gasped involuntarily and felt the back of my diaper filling up. Once I finished emptying my bowels, I turned around and found Lizzie watching me intently. "Did you just poop yourself?" She whispered. I suddenly realized that while we had shared David's potty training status with her, my own had somehow never come up. "Yeah, um, I guess so. Sorry, I should go change." I mumbled quietly, turning away. I really didn't want to deal with this but there was no way that I could last the remaining hours of school without getting changed, not after a big mess like that. She grabbed my hand and forced me to look at her. "Don't apologize, I just didn't realize you were still in full diapers. I feel a lot better knowing that I'm not the least potty trained person in the group, that you're not just hanging out with me out of pity like I thought," she admitted sheepishly. "So, you need to go get changed?" Her expression shifted to one of concern. "But, wait, aren't we not allowed to get changed by the assistants? What are you supposed to do?" I sighed. "Same thing I did during recess. Head on over to the diaper changing room, find a table, and clean myself up. It's gonna be a pain to deal with a messy diaper, but I don't really have a choice." Joshua chose that moment to speak up. "Maybe I could go with you and help you out? You've helped me out plenty of times since Kindergarten, maybe I can finally return the favor." He sounded serious, which surprised me. "You'd do that for me?" I asked incredulously. He shrugged. "Why not? It's just some poop. You're my best friend, and you stopped those bullies from picking on me. This is the least I could do." Lizzie nervously glanced away before turning back to face me, determination written clearly on her face. "You know what? I think I'd like to tag along too. We're friends now, and I'd feel horrible if I didn't at least offer to help." She took a deep breath and crossed her arms. "Besides, after what happened earlier today, I'm probably going to give up on these dumb pull-ups and go back to diapers like you. Mom said I need to wear these for a week but after that she'd let me switch back if I really couldn't stand them. Once that happens I'd much rather have your help changing than have to do it all on my own." Holding hands, the three of us headed over to the diaper changing rooms. It was a lot more crowded than before. All the assistants were busy changing kindergartners. There were also several students changing themselves, but luckily there were still a couple empty changing tables. We headed straight for one and I pulled open the drawer with the size 13 diapers and took one out. I checked the other supplies, dropped my pants, and laid down. I tried to remember the exact process Ms. Wong had taught me earlier, but my mind was blanking out. Oh well, I remembered enough and I figured we'd be able to handle anything else together. "Are the two of you ready?" I asked. They both nodded. "Then I guess it's time to start. Go ahead and open it up." They hesitated briefly, then Lizzie tore off the tabs and opened the front of my diaper. Joshua grabbed the wipes and tried to clean me up. Lizzie joined him and together they got the worst of it off, but there was still a lot trapped underneath me. They started discussing how to best lift me up and handle those parts when they were interrupted by the arrival of the dreaded Mrs. Exley. "What exactly are you three doing in here?" Her voice dripping with contempt. I had hated being changed by her last year. Most of the assistants would just be silent while changing us. She, however, was of the opinion that any kid old enough to talk in full sentences was somehow supposed to already be fully potty trained, and would repeatedly tell us that we were disappointments for not living up to that fantasy. She hated her job and us by extension. While she never crossed the line enough to get fired, I don't think anyone actually liked her. "I'm getting changed," I answered simply. "This is the diaper changing room." Mrs. Exley snorted derisively. "You're a first grade student, you're not allowed to be changed anymore. You're lucky the school even lets you use this room, but at least you're required to change yourself." "But..." I began, only to be cut off by Joshua. "We're helping him out. You won't change him but the rules don't say anything against having his friends help him out." That shut her up. For a few seconds anyway. Then she spoke up again. "Actually, students aren't allowed to touch each other like this. I could get the two of you expelled for violations of the Student Code of Conduct." "Well, I'm sorry ma'am, but he needs help and we're not letting him sit in filth all afternoon. That would be cruel and unusual punishment." Joshua shot back defiantly. For several moments, neither side made any further moves. A crowd was starting to gather to watch the confrontation unfold, and it was obvious which side most of the students were rooting for. Finally, Ms. Wong appeared behind Mrs. Exley and put a hand on her shoulder. "There's no need for this. It's the first day of school, these kids are no doubt tired and stressed out. For now, let them finish the change and move on. I'll handle it from here." Mrs. Exley reluctantly agreed, but she glared daggers at us before she stormed off. As soon as she was gone, Joshua and Lizzie resumed their efforts, this time with Ms. Wong watching over them and giving them some tips on how to best clean me. Joshua lifted my legs and Lizzie used a new wipe to scrub my bottom clean. Then she finally replaced the dirty diaper with the fresh one I had taken out, dropping the old one into the disposal bin next to the changing station as Joshua lowered me onto the new diaper. By this time, the crowd had all dispersed, though I heard whispers and saw nervous glances towards Mrs. Exley. The boy being changed by her seemed frozen in fear. However, especially among the older kids who were changing themselves, I could sense that our little act of defiance had let them know that they weren't alone in wanting things to be different. Lizzie powdered me and Joshua was about to tape up the diaper when Ms. Wong stepped in. "No, like I told David earlier, you need to pull it tight or it will leak." Joshua did so and, after getting a nod from Ms. Wong, taped it closed. "Good job. Unfortunately, Mrs. Exley was right; you shouldn't be changing each other, it is against school rules on proper behavior. Don't let me catch you like this again." She walked away, leaving Joshua and Lizzie standing awkwardly beside me. I pulled my pants back on and got up. We walked out of the room and were only a few steps past the door when I turned to Joshua and gave him a huge bear hug. "Thanks man! Thanks for sticking up for me!" I exclaimed. I looked at Lizzie and started hugging her in turn. "And thanks for coming to help me out, too. I owe you both big time." "It was nothing," Lizzie replied modestly. "It's too bad we can't do that anymore. I was really hoping that we could get a whole "I change you, you change me" arrangement set up between us." "Hey, that private room is yours at any time during the day, right? Could you two get changed in there?" Joshua suggested. I paused in consideration. "I... I'm not sure if Sarah would approve of that idea." I stammered. "Well, you won't know unless you ask her. If she doesn't agree, then we'll figure something else out." Joshua stated firmly. "That's true. Okay, I'll ask her tonight." I promised. The bell rang and we split up to go to class. English with Ms. Fletcher went pretty normal, yet another period of socialization with no one of real notice. Then came the final class of the day: Art, taught by Mr. Benson. Joshua was in the same class, and the two of us quickly found seats near each other. A storm of whispers showed that what had transpired in the diaper changing room had spread throughout the school over the last hour or so. Mr. Benson also had us meeting our classmates, but this time the two of us were obviously the center of attention. Several expressed awe at the idea of standing up to Mrs. Exley, while others were outraged at the way she treated us. A few tried to insult me for still using diapers like that, but it's not like I had leaked or anything so they were definitely in the minority. Eventually, the period ended and we all filed outside. Joshua and I parted ways, heading home separately. Sarah was waiting for me inside the car and invited me between her legs once again. I accepted, and when we were seated the car began driving. "How was your first day, little bro?" She asked after I was once again solidly trapped within her grasp. "Pretty good actually. Lizzie's a good friend, I really like her. The day was a little weird but overall it wasn't bad." "Oh? So the rumor I heard about you getting in a fight with Mrs. Exley isn't true?" I squirmed, but I wasn't going to lie to her about it. "Well, sorta. I had pooped my diaper and Joshua and Lizzie were helping me change when Mrs. Exley came and told them they weren't allowed to help me. But Joshua stood up for me and then Ms. Wong came and talked to Mrs. Exley and everything worked out fine." Sarah paused for a second. "You're still pooping yourself? I knew you were still wearing diapers, but I thought you trained yourself out of that earlier this summer." "I tried, sis, but I couldn't do it." I whined. "It was so much easier just letting go and getting changed whenever my diaper was full. It's what I'm used to, I don't see why I should have to stop now." I could feel her giving me a light squeeze. "Yeah, I know what you mean. I had trouble training myself too." She leaned in and started whispering even though it was just the two of us in the car. "Sometimes, at night, I'll just go and pee my diaper instead of getting up or holding it until morning. It feels so nice to just relax and let nature take its course, even if I can't do that during the day anymore." "So... Um..." I stammered. I needed to ask her about Joshua's idea, but I was afraid she would think less of me for it. She patiently waited for me to collect my thoughts, her reassuring squeeze a comforting reminder of her love. I turned my head to look right at her. "We're not supposed to change each other in the diaper changing room, so, would you be okay with a changing table in our private room for us to use?" She stared at me for a moment before responding. "Uh... Well, I suppose I wouldn't object to that, as long as it doesn't make the room smell too bad. Just don't change while I'm around, please? And the supplies are coming from your allowance!" "Of course, sis. Thank you so much!" I said happily, turning back to a comfortable sitting position and relaxing into her. The rest of the ride passed uneventfully. We arrived home and I could finally stop worrying about the status of my diaper since I knew my robot nanny would be checking on it. We had fun playing some games together before we were called over for dinner. We also got a message from Mom saying that she'd try to be home for the weekend. Afterwards, Sarah went to her room to talk with her friends, and I headed towards mine to get back to my game of Pokémon. When it got late, my robot nanny gave me a quick diaper change and helped me into my pajamas. While being changed I remembered to ask about needing to set up a changing station in the school room. It assured me that it was already working on it and that everything would be there for us tomorrow morning. The stupid school rules banned us from bringing our robots with us on campus so that we could show "independence" or whatever but it was fine to have them do stuff around school for us if we weren't there with them. I didn't really get it, but I guess I didn't have to. After that short conversation, it tucked me into bed and wished me sweet dreams. They were indeed very sweet dreams, filled with visions of Joshua and Lizzie, my two best friends.

The experimental school. We had all been called to a large assembly, not too uncommon since it was the 3rd day of school. Then again what was common in this school? Walking along in the crowded hall, I longed for my days before this school. So simple, hang out with friends, go bowling or to a movie, or just hang out at the park. Things were so much simpler then. And then I signed that stupid contract. I didn't have the money for a good college, I had the grades to get in but not good enough to get a ride on. I never really played sports, what I did have was a head for creativity and original things. That's what they had said got me not only accepted but desired here. Nothing about it added up. Why would you expect more out of middle level students? I'd get my degree but I had to stay at the school until graduating. Oh I got some time off campus but not much. Isolation was key, they said. No outside interference. They even restricted the TV and social media coming in. They had made their own social media platform as well. But now, I have almost graduated from this hell hole, everything I think about it my heart jumps. I was so close, one more year. I could see them trying to control me past graduation though. This place didn't let go of people. Some people had tried to quit or drop out. Each time they tried to leave without permission, they'd just turn up again on campus. Same excuse every time too. "I changed my mind, so I came back." I had asked a friend once, he gave me the same answer but when I asked why he said he wasn't sure why he changed his mind. This school was going to try and reach into my life beyond the gate. I could feel it. Whatever, it wasn't in my contract, I'd figure it out once I was free, that contract only went as far as the gates. I entered the large auditorium which doubled as a theater. It had about 500 seats in it and a stage. Long black curtains that sat at the back of the stage. On a projector screen was a welcome message that cheerily read "A time to change, and a time to be changed!" The picture in the background had students smiling and laughing. Only girls would have had the nerve to use that dumb of a slogan for the year. I knew better than to voice that opinion out loud. A girl might hear and that would definitely invoke her privileges. Probably means something about bettering yourself and others and the school or some such nonsense. Completely stupid. Last year was "Better school, better you, better world." It wasn't getting better… On the stage sat the student council, the ruling body of the school. They enacted all policies, procedures, disciplinary rules and punishments for those enrolled. Get bad grades? Then you ended up cleaning the floors. Get in a fight? Well, let's just say that wasn't happening anymore. The list of rules and consequences was quite extensive, it wasn't something one could memorize. The list was probably so long that it couldn't be memorized on purpose. If you couldn't memorize it, they could get away with whatever they decided was inappropriate. I wasn't much of a stand out, mischief maker so I rarely got into trouble. Though it had happened. I found a seat near a large group of other guys, I wasn't really in the mood to mingle and this school put a huge damper on dating, it was not a rule mind you, just not what most guys wanted to deal with. In the end, the mood for romance was kind of dead when you were not able to really have much of a say in any relationship. At least when the other side had won. Oddly enough when his side had won, I had found a girlfriend relatively easily. I tried a couple times but it just never worked out. Supposedly your "personal life" was exempt from the rules but how did that work when you were a society separated from the world and it was governed by a certain group. We lived and breathed in this school, there was no escaping it while you were in the walls that surrounded the campus. It was filling up in the auditorium and the school student secretary stepped up to the mic. "Hello, everyone!" She started cheerfully. "I know we are all anxious to start so let's hurry and find our seats. We need to start on time or we will be late for the rest of the day." She was in charge of time keeping and she was very passionate about it. She was the quintessential nerdy girl, goggle glasses and all. There were only about 300 people in this school. Its numbers kept small by the sheer fact every student had been hand picked to come here. You had to have the right personality, be willing to take a leap of faith, be creative, the list went on and on. It was more about personality than anything else, or so it seemed. Some of the students here were among the lowest scoring students in their respective high schools. I had a few friends that shouldn't have been able to get into college let alone anything prestigious. Hopefully this will be short and sweet, I thought, we can just get it over with. Boring speeches were not my thing. I waited impatiently fiddling with a pencil, we had not been allowed to bring anything with us including phones. They always cited "we should pay attention instead of playing with a phone." Like we were some kind of kindergarteners. Weren't we supposed to be self governing? That one only went as far as they wanted it to. About 5 minutes later the vice president got up and called the meeting to order. "Welcome to a new year at the Complete School of Forward Thinking." A cheer went up among the students, mostly from the girls. "I am Sarah Glockins, I will be your vice president again this year." Another pause and another shriek from the girls. She was not as bad as the others but she was still on the wrong side of the fence. "On behalf of your returning body of student leadership I'd like to welcome our new students AND our returning students to our great halls again for another year of learning and growing. Well, maybe just learning for some of us." She giggled and I caught the cryptic sense she had something up her sleeve. This wasn't good. Not in this school, surprises tended to leave you in a bad place. It never ended well, especially when the girls were in charge. I had learned the hard way that anything cryptic like that meant trouble for me. I was truly done with this school, if I wasn't so close I'd have found a way out of here. This year was going to be hell, I knew it too. Truth was, things had been getting progressively more intense over the last 2 years that the vote had gone to the girls. I was two seats from the aisle, only a little bit from the door. Girls were standing guard there. They wore something on their hip, it seemed too small to be a weapon or a stun gun. The fire escape seemed to be unguarded, but it'd probably be locked until an actual fire alarm. State of the art alarm systems would stay locked now until the alarm went off. Everything in this damnable school was state of the art too. Everything was brand new all the time. They really did have a limitless budget around here. I guess if you were doing an experiment you had to do it the best way possible. Plus, if the scope of the experiment was true we were designing a new form of government to implement in the real world, then "no expense spared" was a good slogan. Sarah rambled on about the new year and the slogan, the guy sitting next to me leaned in, "I can't believe they won again, after last year you'd have thought it was a shoe in for them to lose." I nodded. They had incorporated a few punishments that went above and beyond the normal and no one had stopped them. It seemed like the approval rating would have dropped after that. The voting system was complex and required everyone to put in a visible and tangible token. This made cheating literally impossible. It had been a landslide win again. The count wasn't even needed. The girls' tokens had filled the tube while the guys remained half empty. Of Course you never had any idea who voted for what. You were alone when you voted. Granted that had been the terms of the experiment. The students were self governing for the most part. The teachers stayed out of it and allowed those on the winning side to lead as they saw fit. The only real rules were no permanent harm or ejection from the school were allowed. In short, You had to solve issues and not just shove them aside or destroy the problem. My thoughts returned to my escape route. Best option would be to go through the stage, likely the way they wouldn't think anyone would go. Why put guards up there? Everyone would see where you were going. Applause erupted around the room as Sarah finished her monotonous deluge of annoying words. She was not one I cared to be around or listen to talk. The woman had a bad tendency to squawk when she laughed, worse she was an incessant gossip. Apparently she had introduced the lone male on the stage. He was just there to represent the losing party. "Welcome everyone, I'm Blake Townsend," he paused. "Sorry gents, we lost." Holding his hands out in mock surrender. A couple girls whistled and cheered. "But we will make do and make sure we get the better of it next year. Anyway, I'll keep it short. Keep your heads up and make the best of it. I promise it'll get better this year!" Some cheers went up from the boys, they were half hearted but still some guys were still hopeful. "We can still make it a good year. If you feel like there's any unfair treatment just let me know. I'll make sure our voices are still heard." His speech was determined. "With that I give you the devil herself, student body president, Julie Buttkiss. Oops I mean Butterkiss" He was going to pay for that. From across the stage Julie stood up. Her eyes looked amused but in a dangerous way. Her look said it all, she would return the favor and she already knew how. She was the devil though, a picture perfect one, if anyone was honest. She belonged on magazine covers. It was Likely that that was how she got the position in the first place. Too many males with hard ons that would never get anything more than Blake was getting right now. She had enacted all the policies last year that had made life a living hell for anyone who was male. "Thanks Blake, and I'm sure you didn't mean it. After all, we girls have made this experiment incredibly successful." She started, her smooth voice captured everyone's ears. It almost was transe-like. "This school was founded to change the way society works. This experiment was made so that we could develop a new form of government and social structure. Why? The old way is failing, and we have young minds that are not conformed to old ideas, we can generate a new life that is fresh and will reinvigorate our world. In the beginning we were set up clean without entanglements. Given an opportunity to change ourselves, and then change others." There it was, that stupid logo that was on the screen, I zoned out as she launched into the history of this demon infested place. If you'd been here for 3 days you'd have heard this speech 3 times. We were called because we were intelligent, could add to a constructive society, we were the creative ones that could redesign the world. And now that you've signed on the dotted line you belong to us for 4 years. I tuned back into our regularly scheduled broadcast as she went back to recapping the last few years. "In the past 2 years we have raised the average grade to almost 90%. A full ten point increase. We have seen a 60% drop in disciplinary needs." She paused as cheers went up, again mostly girls. "When this school was founded, the idea was to find out who was best at running society, who would produce the best results, and even more so, who society wanted to run society. The first 2 years it was the boys. Boys," her voice dropped to an almost conspiratorial tone, "you failed us all. In those 2 years it was chaos, and not a good learning environment. Drugs, sex, you name it, it was in our halls." I had only come here three years ago, it had been a bit rougher then, even I could admit that, but things had gone the exact opposite direction once the girls took over. "With each year that we ladies have been in charge this school has improved a hundred fold." I wondered how she was measuring that. "Since this school's founding, we have risen up from the ashes quite a bit. Last year was phenomenal, our policies brought the remaining outliers back under control. For that exact reason the polices: Feminine Judgment, Retaliation Restriction, and Corporal Punishment will remain." My jaw dropped, how could the admins not stop this? Feminine Judgment meant a girl could decide a boy or girl was misbehaving. While worded carefully to avoid sex1sm, it was definitely in favor of the girls. The result was always a disciplinary panel. They decided your fate. They were always female. Retaliation Restriction, if you were called out for negatively responding to anything educational or disciplinary you were in for it. The panel was skipped and you were basically hung where you stood. Corporal Punishment spoke for itself. It was the default now. Almost everything ended up with you bent over getting your backside tanned. It had only happened to me once but I was one of the more crafty boys. Julie continued her evidence from the damned, "70% of boys received 2 spankings last year. That's a lot for you math challenged folks." She joked, not many laughed. " 96% received one. While only 10% of the girls received one, you know who you are and we ladies expect better from you this year. In the end the measures have brought this school to being the highest functioning school in all but 2 measured metrics nationwide. Isn't that wonderful?"She never paused for a cheer or acknowledgement. "And so we will be continuing our march to bring this school to the top!" She almost shouted the last words. The top of what? The heap of annoying me? I doubted it could get much worse. The girls went wild. "Ladies calm down now. We have a new policy to enact this year. It'll be the final thing we need to push us over the top on every scale that is measured in this nation. The numbers have shown that our male counterparts are not to be trusted, that they routinely step out of line, have lower test scores and final scores than us ladies. That is to say until they've been put on a better path. Today we announce the Better Boys Behavior Beneficiance.This will allow you Ladies to properly care for and love our boys. They need a good Maternal and nurturing influence to truly thrive. Her tone was serious now, my heart was racing, and I could see a few other male faces echoing my thoughts. "Upon entering, ladies, you were given a bag and told to leave it sealed until the time came. It's not that time yet. However, we need to discuss the contents inside. First you will find a card stock paper that says "your rules" on it. You will need to read it carefully at the end of the commencement. The next is 5 sheets of regular paper, on it says "their rules." My heart was in full fight or flight now. The adrenaline in my system said "GO NOW!" but if I moved I knew nothing good would come of it yet. "These will need to be given to each of your targets today. Now I want you to know, you will not likely have 5 targets. This is just in case." TARGETS!!?! What were they going to throw at us? Bad, bad, bad! "There is a bottle you will need, please use it today. I'm begging you. Not doing so could leave you in violation of your rules and lead to corporal punishment or worse." This was getting crazy, if the girls would be held accountable like this then it had to be massive. I was already gathering myself to run. I wasn't really sure where. The contract guaranteed a free college ride but it also guaranteed you stayed put until you graduated. Once the year started you never left campus. Some families had a home here and lived with students but mostly the students stayed in dorms. The really hard part was the 15 foot wall that ran around the campus. We were told it was security but the barbs on the top were aimed to keep people in not out. Not that anyone tried to get in. "There are some other things in there including a paddle, if you need it today, and a couple other supplies for routine maintenance. The last thing in there is very important. It is the reason we all came together. It's also what you will need most today. Ladies when I say this I want you all to remain calm. Show your maturity. You see, the goal is to give boys a good example to grow into. You need to be that example, this is also not retribution but a lesson. They need to be controlled for both our good and theirs. I know you're excited ladies, but contain yourselves. If you open that bag too early it will ruin the surprise. Boys, I'm begging you, make it easy on us ladies. Please do not fight this. I promise rewards to those that are good boys. BIG rewards." That was not setting me at ease. Some other guys had already given in, just dreading it all, you could see the defeat in their eyes. Heads buried in hands. It didn't take long to be ground down if you didn't go with the flow but they had decided it was better to not be dust. Some girlfriends trying to console boyfriends, the smiles on their faces were not helping. "Those that try to resist will be punished severely." Of course they would, so far that was the only part I believed. "Now ladies, the last item in your bag is five… big… fluffy…white…crinkly… DIAPERS!" Her voice was so excited, she seemed like she was about to jump the podium. Her face was the image of a psychiatric ward patient who had been given the freedom they had wanted since being confined years ago. Everyone in the room went silent except one, his expletive echoed across the room. "What the f@*$?" He wasn't getting the "rewards" for sure. My mind latched on to that last word. She couldn't be implying the girls would be putting boys in diapers. There was no way they were that crazy. No one would allow that. As if she was reading his mind "I know ladies you are confused. I assure you this is for the best. You will be diapering the boys today. The boys have proven to be a large part of the problems here and are in need of a bit of feminine touch. Remember to treat them as well as they are behaved, they are not meat, but they are to be wrapped up today, be as loving but firm as a mother would be. Now in good faith, I will be taking care of our good boy Blake here who chose some inappropriate things to say to me. So," Reaching beneath the podium she pulled out a large rectangular white thing. I immediately assumed it was one of these diapers, "ladies, shall we begin the great diapering? You may open your bags now!" Without another word she whirled on Blake whose face had gone sheet white. I could only hear zippers from bags being opened as he protested from his seat. She went straight to work on his belt and zipper. He gave an attempt at stopping her but he wasn't fighting or running as much as he should have been. Maybe he knew something I didn't, but I wasn't going to find out. I snapped out of the horror show and looked around, girls were reading their cards, most of the guys were in a state of despair, they had just given up and were going to allow whatever happened to them happen. Being grabbed by a girl they just followed orders. A bunch were fighting back, the group around me was backed together trying to stop the feminine onslaught, the girls outnumbered the boys by a good bit and the group was being grabbed one by one and overpowered. One fool just dropped his pants and laid down grinning. Not sure what was with him. No one had even come for him yet. Some cried in defeat. Being in the center of the group of guys I wasn't in any immediate threat. I watched as girls laid boyfriends down and padded rears, each taking time to use powder, some began to administer punishments to ensure obedience, it only took a few swings to start eliciting yelps from some. The process was insane. Even outnumbered, it was taking time to work through them all. It gave me a minute to think. I needed to start my escape plan, I began to work towards a weak spot in the line trying to dissect the group around me. "John Belinger!" My name echoed from the mic. "I see you, do not move! You belong to me." That psycho, Tammy Garland. Unfortunately, she was also the treasurer. She likely had already known about this and had planned to make him hers. She'd had a crush on me for a year. My only spanking had come from her, unjustly I might add. She was intent on ruining my life. I thought I'd shaken her off last year by hitting her with a giant water balloon filled with a rancid smelling liquid we had found near a dumpster. Tammy had never given up, asking me out multiple times, I wasn't even being polite about turning her down anymore. Knowing her, She probably had a diaper labeled with my name from the very start. Seriously, the dumb girl labeled everything. I scanned around the door, the guards were still there. They had a device in hand that looked like it was designed for a medical purpose instead of anything else. I hadn't seen it used on anyone so I wasn't completely sure what it was yet. All around me boys were being diapered. Some whose pants were already at their ankles, some protesting and promising, even begging. It saved none of them. A couple girls had already diapered males sitting next to them smiling with joy. Feeling it up and down as they were inspected. Why were they so happy about this? There only seemed to be a few girls who thought this was not a good idea. They sat off to the side judging and pointing, one stifled a laugh as she watched a boy getting a beating. I could even see a woman teacher closing in on a male teacher. She was smiling from ear to ear and beckoning him with one finger and a diaper in hand. When she reached him she didn't hesitate, his pants dropped to the floor as she stripped him. She hooked his leg as he tried to back away, tripping him to the floor. His legs went up and she placed the diaper under him. I could hear a bit of his protests. "I'm a teacher not a student, we are not a part of this experiment." She, oblivious to his objections, went to work. He was powdered thoroughly and properly covered. I watched long enough to see it pulled between his legs. That psycho was probably getting close, the stage was empty aside from Blake and Julie who had finished her work and was inspecting Blake's rather puffy butt. The line of girls around me had thinned to the point where there were gaps. They had snagged enough males I could get to the edge easily. It was that moment I decided I was not going to join Blake. I'd find a new university, who cared. There was no amount of debt I was not willing to go through to get out of this. I bolted to the side of the room breaking through the girls there, and ran toward the stage. Up the stairs and toward the curtains at the back. "JOHN!" The president's voice interrupted my run. "You won't get out. We are in lock down, now be a good boy like Blake here. Tammy is going to take care of you, I promise." Her smooth voice dulled my desire to run for just a moment. She sounded sincere, calm and genuine. Blake took that moment to warn me, "John, get out, she said they will never let us out of these things, GO!" I heard him yelp as Julie leveled a slap to his thighs. "You be quiet." That was all I needed. I took off out the back. I managed to use a door in the back that led to a dressing room. Another guy was on his back here, he seemed to be enjoying the moment, at least from the state of his arousal he was. The girl simply looked me up and down "looks like you won't be getting the rewards promised." I didn't care what that meant. In the hall, I was greeted with 2 girls yelling at me to "wait where I was," yeah right. They held the same devices I'd seen on other guards. I ran on never slowing down until I was sure I was out of sight. I began checking exterior doors, one after another, all locked. I began to despair at the idea I'd get out of the school itself. I'd deal with the fence once I was free of the building. Every door and window was sealed magnetically. I would need to find a window I could break. Most of them had webbing in them that stopped being broken easily. The second floor would probably have the opportunity I needed, no one was concerned about someone breaking in up there. Maybe a fire escape, I could trigger the alarm and get out. As I ran I saw a small outlet with the a fire alarm pull. I half slid half fell and scrambled back down the hall. This had to work. I broke the glass cover and yanked on the alarm…. Nothing. Maybe it was a silent alarm. I shouldn't have been surprised, but the door wouldn't budge. I didn't wait too long to mourn the failure. I shot off like a rocket again. "There!!" A voice rang out behind me. It was male! What the hell? I was already around the corner but my surprise almost tripped me up. I recovered and flew into a stairwell. My lungs were burning as I wound my way up a flight of stairs. Into the hallway, I needed a place to hide. I had to catch my breath and get enough time to form a plan. If they'd just give me 10 seconds…. As I went down the hall I opened all the doors around corners and into new halls. I doubled back about a third of the way down a hall and went into the second to the last door I'd opened, checking to make sure they were not in sight. Hopefully that would throw them off my scent. I ducked into the dark lecture hall, there were chairs and desks in a normal row pattern. I hid myself among them. Hopefully, if they did come in they would still miss me. "He came down this hall, someone stay here, if he makes a break for it we will know. Everyone else, let's start searching classrooms." My heart froze. I could hear the click of women's heels on the hard floor in the hall. They were getting closer and closer. *click* *click* They stopped seemingly at the door. "I'll check the next one." I didn't recognize the voice. "OK, I'll check this one then." A new voice announced, I hadn't heard footsteps of two people. Then There were at least three of them and one was probably a dude. Was I screwed or what? How was I getting out of this? "John?" the new voice asked. "John, if you are in here, I promise if you are a good boy, I'll make sure you get rewarded still." I could barely breathe. My hands felt numb. "John, we want what's best for you. I promise it won't hurt at all." I saw movement, it was the teacher that had pampered another teacher. Her ankle length flowery dress seemed to be taunting me as she moved through the room checking the few hiding places. My hiding spot under the desk should keep me relatively unseen due to it being dark in the room, but she would find me eventually. "John I'll make sure you get taken good care of, even if I have to do it myself." Her voice was motherly. "John, I know you're scared, that's pretty normal, and that bloodbath in the auditorium didn't help." She seemed for all the world a sheep in wolves clothes. She sounded like the devil, everything sounded good but wrapped up a deadly intent. "But don't worry this can be good. You won't avoid it but you can enjoy it. It's up to you, John." She kept using my name, it was unnerving. If I attacked her who knew what would happen, I'd rather not deal with the aftermath of that. "Come out John, stop hiding, you can't get out. The school is locked down, the doors locked, windows are sealed, John." She was moving between the desks now, I would have to make a break for it soon. "Tammy is here too, John. She is going to be your guardian. John, she is so excited to help you. You don't understand how lucky you are. John, you need to come out." I saw her dress round the corner as far from the door as she was ever going to get again. It was the best chance I had. I chose that moment to bolt. "John stop!" The teacher yelled. She Didn't bother to run after me. It should have been a warning, but my path was already set. I Was almost through the door. I was definitely not stopping. As I passed the door, without warning I was tackled. We went to the floor of the hallway. "Just take it easy man, this'll be over soon." Was all he said. "Who are you? What kind of traitor are you? Get off of me!" I shouted and struggled. I twisted violently; it was enough to get a better view of the traitor. I didn't know him, he was blonde with a chiseled face. He was strong enough to hold me but with effort I could probably get out. "You're not seeing the bigger picture John. We males were ruining this place, they are fixing it. I sided with them to help us get better." His voice strained as he tried to keep me from freeing myself. "John, I'm going to help you accept what we are doing here." It was Tammy, my efforts doubled, the adrenaline coursing through me seemed to double as well. She held one of those devices the guards had in the auditorium. "Leave me the hell alone you b!+(#" I growled at her. I twisted the traitor off of me and sat up. It was at that point I noticed he didn't have pants on, and in full display was one of those diapers they had put on all the other guys. My mind rebelled at the thought, I tried to hurl myself away from him, but that momentary pause was all it took. I felt something pressed to my back and a sharp pain. It only lasted a second and a wave of intense numbness started to form. I didn't wait to figure it out, or atleast I tried not to wait. I made it 3 steps before whatever had been injected into me took effect. My legs stopped working all together. I dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes. What nightmare is this? I began to try and army crawl away. I had to get away. What had she done to me? "Don't worry it's temporary, John." Tammy said coming up behind me, she rubbed my back, shushing me. I was just trying to escape. Not that an army crawl was going to get me out of here. I was never getting away now and I realised it. I collapsed on the floor and rolled away my legs limp and trailing behind me. I batted at Tammy to get her to leave me alone. "John, this won't last long so we need to get you in your diapers before that ends, I don't want to have to inject you twice." I laid my head back and began to sob, never responding to her. She didn't deserve a response. I was hauled back into the lecture hall and onto the professor's desk. "Don't be so intolerant, man, they are actually pretty comfortable, soft and you won't need a toilet anymore." The traitor went on. "Who brainwashed you? Or are you just this pathetic?" I yelled through the tears. "What kind of person just allows themselves to be made into a baby?" Tammy moved between my knees interrupting my tirade. She unbuttoned my pants and grabbed the sides of my underwear and shorts yanked them off. "You're being such a good boy now. John, I'm glad you're letting me do this. It's better this way, you'll see." I realized I wasn't fighting back anymore and my hands had been released. What did it matter? I couldn't run. "John, I'm going to put this on you now." Patting another white rectangle that I had become way too familiar with. "You don't know all the rules yet, and that's ok, but my rules are that your care and schooling are now my responsibility. Once I tape you in, I am your guardian." "Guardian?" I squawked, "what's that supposed to mean?" She sounded crazy.``Remember the day when you signed your paperwork so you could come here free of charge and get a degree. You were promised that degree, in exchange You also promised to follow the rules of the school no matter how they evolved?" I did remember that line but it hadn't been framed that way. "Remember this school is an experiment on how society could be. We are shaping the future of our nation, and maybe the world." For the first time, something touched my mind. They may be crazy but it could follow me wherever I go, it could infect the world. "You're all sick." I spat at her. "John, you boys are dangerous, always in trouble. The only time you are not is when you are in the care of your mothers. When you are under a good motherly love. That is when a boy is at his best behavior. We are going to put you boys back where you belong, at your 'mother's' skirts. Now be a good boy." She sighed, this was the behavior of someone who was insane, but she didn't seem crazy, she was calm and put together. "I know it's no secret that I like you." She leaned down and gave a slight peck on my cheek.``this could be so much better, if only you'd just let me do this one thing" "It's not just one thing, you want to ruin me. You're a wh0r3 like the rest of them." "John, you're so angry. It'll be ok, you'll see. Your perspective is the only thing making this bad." I knew I wasn't getting out of this, in my core I was trapped. Giving up the fight I layed still and just accepted the inevitable. "Whatever." I muttered. Tammy laid her head on my chest as if she was hugging me. I could smell her soap. It was nice. Gentle like a flower but strong enough not to be missed. My legs may be paralyzed but my arms weren't, I pushed with all I had, "Don't touch me." At least I would have this memory, the one of her surprised face falling onto her rear. My hands were immediately held in place by the teacher and the other guy. They weren't letting go anymore. I was effectively immobilized now. It took her a second to recover. "John, I'm going to let that one go, because I know how traumatic this day has been. However, anymore outbursts and I'll give you the second spank you've gotten from me." She seemed to consider something for a second. "Maybe reading your rules would help you to understand better. Maybe reading both our rules would help. Hmm? What do you think?" "That's a good boy", she produced 2 pieces of cardstock paper. Holding one up she read it like you would to a small child. "Rule one, you will wear diapers at all times, the only approved time without one is bathtime and when being changed. Rule two, the boys bathrooms are now boys changing stations, until all toilets are removed they are off limits, once they are removed they will be off limits unless you are with your guardian. Rule three, you will use your diaper at all times, if you refuse, the incontinence injection will be used. This will render you without control for a time, after 5 shots it will be permanent. Rule four, your guardian, the one who taped you into your first diaper, is in charge, what she says, goes. Rule five, if you fail in these things there is an acceptable list of punishments she may use. Rule 6, pants are to only be worn when weather requires it, your guardian needs to have access to you at all times, she will also make the decision on pants." Tammy leaned down and looked in my eyes. She did have a prettiness to her. Not like a girl who was just in it to be a "hot chick." It was more subtle, more real. She was a psycho though. So no matter what, she was a no fly zone. Placing a hand on my chest, "I have wanted to reward you for a long time, will you let me now? Will you be my good boy?" Placing the diaper on my thigh she slid her hand to my groin. "I promise this will be worth it" My curiosity never even engaged. Blake's words came back to me, and I just laid there not even sobbing or acknowledging her. My pants around my knees, Tammy turned and grabbed her bag. "These diaper bags are great, so many pockets." Producing a bottle of baby powder she went to work, rubbing it in. Making sure to hit everything, she went on for a long time, trying to get me going. "Nothing huh?" The disappointment in her voice was not very satisfying. At least not as much as I wanted it to be. "You really don't get how much I hate you." She pulled something from her bag that I didn't get to see well. She Never paused, she plunged it into my belly below my belly button. I felt the pressure of the injection, and screamed as the pain hit. I felt it burning my insides. All the sudden it was like a knot I didn't know was there just released. As fast as it started it ended. "What did you do to me?" Tammy smiled, caressing my face, "I'd say there are about 5 seconds before you find out. You're going to be a good boy. Since diapers are not a punishment but me educating you, I have levied a punishment for your negative behavior." I felt the need to pee and tried to clamp down on my muscles. Tammy quickly unfolded a diaper and laid it over me. At that moment I realized she had destroyed my continence. I had about half a second to come to terms with it before I made the first mess of my adult life. "Oh no, I guess you will need me. For at least the time being, the first time should last a week or so. The second injection is about 20 days, the third about 2 months. Number four will last close to a year, and well, number 5 will have you gloriously fluffy for life." She chuckled at that. My depression grew bigger, it was like a void opening below me that I fell into. She wouldn't have time to make it permanent but she could definitely do some damage. "Calm down," Tammy had gone back to that crazy tone where she seemed emotionless. "I have the fix for you too, a nice fluffy diaper. Now let's get you taken care of. "I hate you." I said "But I love you, and I'll make you a good boy." She smiled an almost sad smile. "I understand your anger but for now, before you make another mess, let's diaper you, my good boy." The diaper was raised between my legs as I felt a final dribble escape and trickle into the padding. It was gone as fast as it leaked out. She slowly taped me in. Chatting about her rules the whole time, I wasn't listening, I was mourning my life, I would never survive this no matter how I struggled, I'd be ground to dust if I tried… _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_ I had not planned on continuing this but I have a few ideas, if it gets enough support to keep it going, I'll be motivated if not it'll die here lol. BB

Hi everyone. I hope you enjoy. I tried my hand at writing again. Unlike my previous attempts at writing, I have a plan for where this story is going, which makes it a lot easier, and a lot more fun to write. I've written it from two perspectives, which I originally had as two different fonts, but that doesn't translate here. Hopefully the colors are ok. You're My Baby, Teddy 1. Puddles Max Sneaking in and out of my room was no small feat. The window was smaller than I would like, and I’d grazed my elbows more times than I’d like to count. I couldn’t really do anything else, though. Going out the front, or telling my parents was a big no-no. Anything that might make them think even less of me was something I would like to avoid. So, I’d planned my escape and return carefully. I didn’t really enjoy parties, but missing one was not worth the risk. I have to maintain this balancing act, of not being wild enough to make my parents complain, but also not too goody-two-shoes that I’d be ribbed by the guys on the team. The term “alpha male” repulses me, but there is a certain pecking order at school, and it is my responsibility to maintain it. Eat or be eaten. Anyway, back to the point. Nick had the idea of throwing a start-of-term party. A way to relieve the stresses of now being seniors. The idea was for it to start late, and continue until later. He was never very particular with the details, but I’d got in the habit of appearing around eleven. I would show up, and try to enjoy myself. I’d got accustomed to a few bottles of beer, but never anything more. It was mostly a chance to dance, and maintain appearances. I would go to them, and spend time with the team. I liked the noise, and how I was able to fade a bit into the background. It was supposed to be a way to relieve the stress of school, but I found them to be more trouble than they were worth. Unfortunately, Kyle had come up with a competition between four of the guys on the team. We were required to prove ourselves. Whoever was shown to be more superior at a certain time was allowed to name the group. I was not going to lose, or allow myself to be shown up. The group of us has been called “Max’s Pack” for a while. Occasionally Brad or Nick would win, and it would be called “Brad’s Bunch”, or “Nick’s Clique”. “Kyle’s Club” hasn’t been the name more than twice since we started the competition two years ago. Missing a party was a sure chance of losing. And so I’d gone to Nick’s place. It was a booming party, as always. Nick’s parents really didn’t seem to mind at all, which always gave me a sense of shock. I’d grown accustomed to it, but a party at my place was never going to happen. The party started to quiet down around two, and I made my gradual way home. The streets were quiet and ominous at this time, with some streetlights broken. It felt romantic and secret, at the same time. Not that I’d say that to anyone. I’d chosen to ride my bike, as it was quieter. Pedaling home always gives me a sense of comfort, where I’m more alone, and I don’t need to put on an act. I won’t lie; being alone in general does that. I drove my bike over the lawn. It was always kept in meticulous condition, like everything at the house. Anything out of place would lead to Mom complaining. My bedroom window is small. When I was younger, it was easy enough to enter, but training for football had made me bulkier. It meant climbing up was easier, though. To get in, I’d need to climb up to the balcony of my brother’s room, and then walk along the wall to get to my window. It was a point of resentment that he had a balcony, but I didn’t. I chose the larger room, though. And the one that was further from my parents. I climbed up the face-brick wall. Our house has a more classic, vintage look about it. I wouldn’t call it a mansion, but it’s larger than some others around. I was grateful for my sneakers — they have a way more effective grip than you might expect. I still grazed my hands a little on the way up (the bricks aren’t particularly smooth). Getting from the balcony to my room was easier. I took a sneak peek at my brother. The little tyke was fast asleep, cuddled up with his teddy. You could hear his quiet snores. I smiled. At three years old, Luke was one of the highlights of my world. I want to be as good a brother to him as I can. I crossed the distance from the balcony to my window. It was scary at first, but I’m pretty used to it now. I squeezed my body together as I crouched to get in. Despite that, I still hit my head. Something didn’t feel right. “Where were you, Max?” I heard. I was immediately tense. The voice was my Mom’s, and she did not sound happy. I didn’t know how to respond. I couldn’t ignore her, but what could I say? I slid the window down, and started to try to say something. “Uh, I can explain, Mom.” My voice sounded small, and unsteady. I hated the trembling tone, and how it was higher than my normal, confident, deeper voice. “Explain what, Max? How you were out at two in the morning?” She stood up from my computer chair, glaring at me, “Maxwell Carter, what good reason could you possibly have?” “I went to a party at Nick’s. I thought it might be a good way to relieve the stress of school. It went on longer than I expected, and I couldn’t get away.” I was still standing by the window. I needed to sit down, but I wasn’t sure how she would take it. I headed towards my bed, and indicated I would like to sit down. “I don’t understand you.” She sighed, as she agreed to let me sit. “We go to all this extra effort. You’re pushing yourself for football scholarships, and struggling with some of your classes. How does going to a party, and possibly messing up your performance at school tomorrow, fit in with that? We raised you better than that.” How could I explain in a way that she would understand? If I hadn’t gone, I would have ruined my reputation. That was important to me. But it didn’t matter to her. “I-it wasn’t like that, Mom. I just wanted a break from the pressure.” “Oh, so now we put too much pressure on you? Max, you are a Carter. You are my son. That means I have certain expectations. I’m just looking out for you.” She sat down on the bed next to me, and cupped my chin. “You have so much potential. I don’t want to see you squander it.” “I’m sorry, Mom.” “I know. I don’t want this happening again, though. I don’t want you anywhere but home, school, and football practice, for the next month. Yes, that includes gym in the mornings.” I was crestfallen. I didn’t think I’d get away unscathed, but gym was the one time where I felt I could be myself. I didn’t need to act like the perfect son, nor the clichéd jock I had to be at school. Not being able to go to gym for a month felt like torture. “Can I at least go maybe once a week?” “We’ll see.” I sighed. That was as much as I was likely going to get. “I think we should both be heading to bed. I’ll see you in the morning. Love you.” My mom kissed me on the forehead, and got up to leave the room. “I love you too, Mom.” She left the room, turning of the light as she did. I tucked myself in, trying to get a few hours of rest. *** Morning arrived rudely. I’d set my alarm for six, which was when I’d normally wake up and head to gym. Not being able to do that, but still being awake this early, really stung. I tried to turn over, and go back to sleep. It was no use. My brain was awake, and it wasn’t willing to go back to sleep. Three and a half hours of shut-eye would have to do. I was probably awake before everyone else. I could defy my Mom’s orders, and go to the gym. That’s probably not a good idea, though. I needed to clear my head. As the son of two doctors, we have a fully stocked medicine cabinet. I wasn’t hungover — I’d never drunk that much — but some painkillers might help a little with the headache. I got out of bed, stretching as I did so. The scrapes from last night still stung a little, but they weren’t terrible. Before I headed down, I needed to straighten out my room. Mom was a stickler for tidiness, and some of that had rubbed off on me. My room is relatively bare. I don’t like posters, and I don’t display my interests that openly. There is a computer in the corner, sitting on my desk. It stays out of the way, but angled in such a way that it is easy to watch movies on it from my bed. My bed, which I was in the process of making, is a double. It has a patterned duvet on top, looking like waves. It matches the blue aesthetic of my room. There is one shelf, where I’ve got my collected figurines, and trophies. Mostly, the room feels empty, and too big for what is in it. My bedside table is round, holding a lava lamp. There is a chest of drawers which used to contain toys, but now holds my sports equipment, and comic books. After I made my bed, and put my pajamas in the wash basket, I headed down the stairs. As I suspected, no-one else was awake yet. I grabbed some paracetamol from the medicine cabinet in the kitchen, and headed back to my room. I felt so on edge. I was angry, and I felt trapped in this house, with my parent’s attitudes. Everything around me felt so controlled, and I just wanted to have some sense of freedom. Yes, my future is important. But everything else seemed to be being pushed away because of it. I needed to feel control over something in my life. I want to choose, not have my choices made for me. I started to do some push-ups. It felt good to be doing some exercise, even though I couldn’t properly relax in this environment. I needed to push myself, and actually break a sweat, but there was no real way to do that at home. Still, every little bit counts. After the workout, I could hear the others in the house stirring. I went and had a quick shower, and changed into my school clothes, before heading down the stairs. My family was sitting around the breakfast counter. I hated how typical it all felt. Like, can’t we have something that feels different from the family cliché? “Mowning, Maxie!” Luke shouted, as he saw me come down. He was exited, but that was normally the case for him. He looked like a three-year old version of me. We had the same sandy-brown hair, and brown eyes. We were built from the same cloth, and it was already obvious he was good at sports. He seemed so much happier than I was, though. “Hi there, buddy,” I ruffled his hair as I sat down on the stool next to him. “How did everyone sleep?” Mom glared at me, and didn’t answer. On the other hand, Dad seemed quite happy this morning. “I slept very well, actually. I heard you came in quite late, though. I don’t imagine you slept very much.” “Nah, I slept okay.” The conversation continued, with smalltalk about school and work. As I was getting up to leave, I noticed a strange smell. “Luke, are you not wearing a pull-up?” I asked, curious. “Mm-mm, nope, I’m a big boy. Mommy says I don’t need to wear them anymore, because I’ve been so good with the potty.” I looked down. My suspicion was right, unfortunately. There was a growing yellow puddle on the floor, under Luke’s stool, leading to mine. Luke was peeing his pants. “Oh, buddy, I think you had an accident. I’m so sorry. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Luke looked down, and blushed. “I don’t think you have time before school. I’ll deal with this, but you need to get going, Max,” Mom told me. I looked at the clock — she was right. “Max,” Dad said sternly, “because of last night, I don’t want you driving the Mercedes. Go in the VW.” I grumbled, but agreed. I was half-hoping I’d have a chance to change my sneakers at least, because Luke’s pee had got all over them. But no luck. They were going to smell like pee for the whole day. Theo It was weird to feel comfortable. Not that I was incredibly so, but it was more than normal. Still, I couldn’t let my guard down. My mom and I were beginning to settle in here. She said that a new environment might do me some good, and after some persuading, I’d agreed. The place we’d moved into was smaller than the old one, and it made me feel guilty. I was so scared my mom was doing all this for me, and she didn’t really want the change. I had no clue how I was going to pay her back. Anyway, the apartment was warm and cosy. It felt like the embodiment of my mom and me. I loved the paintings in the open lounge. They were abstract images of different wildlife, with my favorite being one of a bear. I was currently sitting on the couch, with a red woolen blanket around me. It was morning, and I would need to get ready soon, but it was nice to have some time to just relax. I had some peanut butter toast I was eating, as I was reading some of my novel. I was doing my utmost to make sure the crumbs did not go anywhere. “Good morning Theo,” my mom said as she entered the room, stretching and yawning. I just waved, and continued reading. She giggled, and asked me to scoot over my legs. I complied, but in doing so, I knocked over the toast. The crumbs went everywhere, and I couldn’t bear it. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.” I almost shouted. I sprung up, heading straight to the kitchen to clean it up. “Theo,” my mom said gently, “it’s perfectly fine. There’s nothing to worry about, the couch can be cleaned. You did nothing wrong.” I knew she was right, but it was hard to hear it. I always have a tendency to mess up, and I try so hard not to. I’ve been told I’m too hard on myself, but it’s the only way I know how to be. I can’t afford to do things wrong. I just nodded. I didn’t want to speak, then. It was a minor thing, why did I have to make it so big? My mom came up to me, and just hugged me tightly. “It’s okay, Theo, it’s okay.” I held on to her for a bit, then let go. I went to the kitchen, and got some cloths. I needed to clean it up. When I brought them to the lounge, my mom just shook her head. “I know you want to clean up, but why don’t I do this, and you go get ready for school?” It was hard to relinquish even that much. I was somewhat proud of myself for just being able to give her the cloths. I shuddered as I did so, and I couldn’t look into her eyes. Come on, Theo, it isn’t a big deal. I headed to my room, taking my blanket with me. It was time to actually get the day started. My room, for once, actually felt like mine. I didn’t need to be worried about being judged, or anything being taken. It felt more cluttered than I was used to, but that was a good thing. I still have this need to make sure everything is in its right place, so the room isn’t messy at all. My bookcase was almost full, and we’d need to get a new one. It would be amazing to have more than one bookshelf. I folded my blanket, and put it neatly on the edge of the bed. Now, onto deciding what to wear. There was a ritual I’d got into in the mornings, and it made everything feel more natural. I started my Pop Mix on Spotify, before going through my clothes. They needed to be smart, and show that I was serious about school. But at the same time, they needed to be clothes I could afford to get messed up. I had no clue what Max had planned, but it’s better to be prepared. Fuck Max. I decided on a pale green golf shirt, and darker chinos that matched. I looked well-put together, at least. I made sure everything was in its place, going through the list on my phone. Forgetting something would be incredibly frustrating, and I was not in the emotional space for more mess-ups. After double-checking my bag, and slotting it over my shoulder, I headed to the kitchen to say goodbye. “I like the green. It matches your eyes. I really hope you have a great day, Thee.” She kissed me on my head, before giving me my lunch bag. “I love you.” “Love you too.” “Oh, Theo, don’t forget your juice bottle,” my mom called out as I headed to the door. Thank goodness she reminded me, I almost had forgotten. I picked it up, and left the apartment. Time for a new school day. *** “You have to agree that school is just a microcosm of society,” Nate was arguing. “I don’t have to agree with anything,” Rose rebuffed. Nate and Rose were my closest friends, and the people that made school feel right. Rose hated her name, and went out of her way to defy the sweet connotations of it. Her clothes were always black, and edgy, and she always carried the style off with such confidence. Her bubblegum pink hair was the only thing that even remotely represented a rose. She loved arguing for the sake of arguing, and I’d quickly got used to that. Being around Nate felt like looking in a mirror — not that we looked anything alike. But we thought the same way about a lot of things. We’d immediately clicked after Rose introduced me to him when going to Boardgames Club. At the moment, we were sitting on the steps outside the school entrance. Well, Nate and I were sitting; Rose was leaning against the railing. “But think about it, Rose. We already form in the groups of people that we are most likely to spend our adult lives with, and the classes basically operate as preparation for workdays in the office.” “So you’re saying we have no choice — our futures are already entirely planned out, and we’re just being molded to follow that without complaining? Seems a bit deterministic.” “No, of course we can choose. I—” “I’m messing with you, Nate. Don’t take things so seriously.” Rose rolled her eyes. “Talking about futures, though, have you heard anything, Theo?” I sighed. “No, not yet. It’s still early days, though.” I won’t lie: I’m an overachiever. If I’m good at something, I want to be really good at it. I’ve known from a young age that I’m really good at public speaking, and persuasion. Which made me consider studying law, along with other reasons I don’t really want to get into right now. Anyway, it meant that I was trying to get into Early Acceptance at either Harvard or Yale. I’d worked my butt off, and I was praying I got onto the shortlist. For so long in my life, I’ve been overlooked, and judged as not being good enough, or inadequate. My height certainly doesn’t help. It does mean I wanted to show the world that I’m worthy — I wanted to prove myself. Moving here seemed like a real fresh start when we’d done it a year ago, but I felt like getting into University would be the chance to really spread my wings. We needed to get moving: it was around the time when Max would arrive, and it would not suit us to be at the entrance when he did. Max had chosen to make me his personal nemesis, I had no clue why. The others in his “Pack” would ignore me, and the others, but Max had chosen to make my school life miserable. Well, he’d tried. He couldn’t really succeed, because Nate and Rose worked as excellent buffers. I would still prefer to avoid him, though. “I think we should start heading inside,” Nate commented. “I haven’t seen Max’s car yet, but better to be safe rather than sorry.” As I stood up, taking a sip of juice to calm my nerves, I noticed a set of sandy brown hair out of the corner of my eyes. We were too late to completely avoid Max. Something was strange, though. This wasn’t the car he normally drove: he tended to drive those fast sports cars, always with the hatch down. The car he was leaving looked more like the car a mom would drive — it was a family sedan. I wondered what that was about. “Looks like the egomaniac has arrived,” Rose whispered. We were already standing and heading towards the doors — it would look really weird, and draw attention to ourselves, if we stopped. We got to the glass doors at the same time Max did. Great. “Listen, dweebs, I’m really not in the mood today. Why don’t you stay out of my way, and we can all get along.” Max’s voice was deep. He had a threatening tone, and always made me feel so small. The way he stood with his muscles out, and the extra height his shoes gave him certainly didn’t help. Wait, his shoes. There seemed to be a yellow stain around the base — that definitely wasn’t normal. I felt my juice bottle being lifted out of my hand. “I told you to move, Ted!” Max threw the bottle down, before pushing me onto the floor to follow it. He laughed as he pushed the doors open. “One of these days…” “I’m okay, Nate. Really. There’s a lot more to me than that. It was just a push.” I got up, putting the juice bottle back in its place in the bag. Max might think he had the upper hand, but school was just the start of my journey. All’s well that ends well, and I knew I was going to have a happy ending. Max was just a minor blip, and my future was the sun. Max Starting the day with English was certainly not ideal. Especially not with the way it was conducted. I quickly got bored with the requirement to actually interact with everyone, and state my opinions. No-one wants to know what the dumb jock thinks about anything. I was glad I’d been able to get a seat at the back. It meant it was easier to ignore what was going on. Mr Cooper didn’t particularly care what I did — he’d already given me up as a lost cause. As long as I did the minimum work required, I could do anything in his class. At the moment, that meant I could sleep. And I needed it. We slotted into our wooden seats, standing to greet Mr Cooper. After being told to sit down, I paid attention for a few seconds, in order to make sure I didn’t miss anything important. There was nothing pressing, so I settled down to have a nap. “We’re going to start with your prepared speeches today. Theodore Montgomery has elected to go first.” Oh great, more nerd intellectualism. It was bad enough that he’d been in my way earlier. And I think he may have noticed the pee on my shoes. I didn’t want to spend any more time thinking about him. Well, most of the time. I couldn’t clearly tell how I actually thought about Theo. One part of me hated him, and one part of me… definitely didn’t. The short nerd headed to the front of the class. He seemed so much more confident than he normally would be in the corridors. There was a spring to his step that seemed very strange for him. He stood in front of the room, and waved his fringe in front of his ears. He took a look around the room, grabbing his audience, and began. “Here’s something most of you know about me: I like guys.” Wait, what? This was not the kind of speech I’d expect Theo Montgomery to be giving. He normally had very smart speeches about obscure things, and he definitely wouldn’t talk about anything controversial. Talking about being gay at the start of a speech was definitely unexpected. “Unfortunately, I fought with myself about that for a really long time. I was terrified what it would mean if I actually admitted that I was gay. Would it change anything about my self-image? How would others treat me? Would I cope with the extra bullying that was sure to come my way? “I realized that hiding part of myself was causing more pain, and honestly, it wasn’t worth it.” He continued his speech. It was certainly interesting, and enlightening to hear about the challenges he had both internally and externally. I felt guilty about any role I might have played in his turmoil, but, at the same time, I couldn’t allow any suspicion to fall on me. I would need to bully him harder, now, even if that tore at my insides. Eat or be eaten. His speech ended, and I was actually a little disappointed. Theo spoke well, and for once it was about something I was interested in. The person who followed him was nowhere near as interesting, and I found myself drifting off. I was hoping I wouldn’t snore, but, honestly, if I did, that was their problem. I wasn’t asleep for long, maybe ten minutes. I’m not sure entirely what woke me, but I was glad I had woken up. By Theo’s chair, there was something that seemed eerily familiar. Under his chair, there was a yellow puddle that was growing. It looked so much like Luke’s this morning. Was Theo peeing his pants? If so, that was hilarious. “I’m so sorry to interrupt your speech, Emily, but I think I have a bit of a situation. My juice bottle has leaked. Could I be excused from the class to get some tissues to clean it up, sir?” Theo raised his hand and spoke. I wish I could see his face from here, I would love to see his blush. This was still gold, though. It looked like a piss puddle under his chair, and if people didn’t know it was juice, they might buy the story that Theo had peed his pants. I secretly took a picture of the puddle before Theo got up. I got an even better shot when he turned around to head to the door. His blush was delicious. The situation reminded me so much of Luke this morning. Which gave me a bit of an idea: what if I treated Theo more and more like Luke? How fun would it be if this nerd was acting more and more baby-like? Would I even be able to do that? *** (end Chapter 1)

Bailey fidgeted, trying to decide how she felt about her newest impulse buy. It was always so hard to buy new underwear online. But these were so cute, and she's had her eye on them for a while now. She lifted her skirt up and down in front of the mirror. Playing peekaboo with the pull-up that she had wiggled into moments ago. "They are definitely more comfortable than I thought they'd be... and they are super cute!" She thought. Ending the game that she was playing. She held the front of her skirt up for a few moments, before deciding to forgo it all together. She shimmied it down her slender legs, and let it drop to the floor - admiring the babyish design of her grown up sized pull-up. Her smile said enough. She was thoroughly pleased with her purchase. "Why haven't I been wearing these my whole life!" Bailey roared through an excitedly toothy grin. "Oh yeah… because I couldn't have pullups delivered to my mom's house. Duh! Stupid Bailey!" She answered herself. Playfully smacking her own forehead. "Good thing I'm a college girl now, and have my own apartment all to myself!" She smiled mischievously. "Well… I was… a big college girl." She looked down at her padded crotch, as it grew warm and started to swell. Bailey closed her eyes, and shivered with ecstasy. She had been dreaming about this for years. She remembered being 14, and stealing her cousins pullups. Smuggling them home, and sneaking them on after everyone in the house went to sleep. But back then she never would have dreamed of actually wetting them! She was already anxious enough wearing them. Every step and quiet crinkle sent anxious quivers down her spine. How could she possibly clean herself up, and dispose of a wet diaper without waking anybody up. Eventually her cousin was potty trained, and her supply ran dry. No pun intended. She went without for those next few years, and almost forgot about her little fascination. Until she was pledging for her sorority that is. As a way to humiliate the pledges. The older girls made them all wear diapers, and perform equally humiliating tasks to prove their loyalty to their sisters. Trauma bonding does terribly great work as an indoctrination mechanic on impressionable minds! Seeing all the girls her age in pullups - and even more so, wearing one herself stirred up all sorts of emotions. Bailey closed her eyes, and felt the same sense of joy she felt that first night. Way back during her freshmen year. She giggled thinking about how naughty she felt just wearing a pull-up. Back then she was still able to sperate her little indulgences from her actual responsibilities. "Oh… sweet summer child." She playfully scoffed at herself. As she opened her eyes. She was face to face with a six foot baby. It was her reflection of course… Her little fascination had really grown in the last four years. She no longer wore her pullups. As her peers all grew up, all she seemed to want to do was grow down. When she bought those pullups, it was because she wanted to be a toddler. But as time marched on, she identified younger and younger. She eventually made the switch from pullups to diapers. After discovering the website littleforbig. The pink nursery print diapers. She ordered them the second she saw them. She went from a toddler to an infant the second she opened her first package. She eventually quit buying cute outfits for the club. Opting to spend her money on cute onesies, and jumpers. Why would she waste money on big girl clothes… she spent every night locked in her apartment. Eventually nights became entire weekends… and before she new it she was blowing off classes to stay home, because she wasn't ready to take off her diapers. It became rather costly, but luckily for her she received a rather generous stipend from her mother and father every month. To say her family was wealthy would be an understatement. After amassing the woredrobe fit for her new life, she decided her accomodations were in need of some updating. Her bed was swapped for a big crib, she teased her vanity for a changing big changing table. She painted her walls pastel pink, and replaced her chic curtains with more infantile ones from Babys r Us. She spent a lot of money there actually. Replacing her dishes and silverware with their more baby appropriate versions, and filling her apartment with all sorts of fun toys. She got an uneasy feeling in her stomach as she toddled around her nursery. It wasn't just that she needed to poop. Bailey had noticed her school books. It was nearing her final exams. And she really needed to study. After missing so much class, if she didn't ace her tests, she wasnt sure she'd even graduate undergrad. And she had her her mother constantly pestering her about what med schools she wanted to attend next year. "Ughhhh!!! I don wanna!" She screamed and stomped. "I don't even wanna be a big girl. This is what I think of you! Stupid books!" Bailey scrunched her face, and started to squat. Her frustration about exams floated away, as she filled the seat of her diaper with a fresh mess. "Yay! I'm a big baby. I'm a big baby. I'm a big…" she babbled, and blew spit bubbles, as she bounced around in her mess. her joy was short lived. As her intrusive the intrusive thoughts crept back in. "What the fuck am I doing? What happened to me?" She looked at the infantile room she had curated. "Has this gotten out of control? I might not even graduate now!" Her baby brain tried to fight back, but was interrupted by a sound she didn't expect to hear. Somebody outside her apartment, a metallic clink, and the creak of her front door opening. She scrambled to hide herself from whoever it was. Not an easy feat, in a studio apartment. Even if she managed to throw a blanket over her. It would be a literal baby blanket, and she was standing in a literal nursery. Not to mention the smell… "Oh my God!" Bailey didn't manage to find cover before she heard her mother's voice. "What is all this? Is this what you've been doing, while your father and I spend thousands of dollars to send you to university? How much did this all cost? Why are you… why… WHY?" Her mother tried to make sense of what she saw. She was prepared to find her daughter smoking pot or doing drugs, like most people her age when they start to ignore their schoolwork. But she wasn't prepared for this. "Mom! What are you even doing here?" Bailey screeched. Stunned to see anybody. Especially her mother, who lived clear on the other side of the country. "I can explain! I just…" but Bailey didn't have the words. She honestly couldn't explain. "I caught a flight out here after getting a call from your advisors. I don't even know if I can say I expected worse. I expected a lot of things but not this." Her mother answered sternly. "This is… this is a lot. But either way, I came here to bring you home! No sense in paying for an apartment, and you to live out here, if you aren't going to school." "No I don't want to… I am going to go… I can still graduate!!! If I pass all my exams!!!" Bailey started to cry. "I was just about to start studying!" "It's too late Bailey. Exams were yesterday darling. You oficially flunked out of college. I told your father we needed to come check on you more often!" Bailey tried to protest. "Too late, little missy!" Her mom's attention turned to some voices in the hall. "It's… ummm… it's fine y'all. Just come in and start packing stuff up. I'm sorry about this. I'll have her out your way soon." "Who are these…" but Bailey was interrupted. "These men are here to pack your things, and bring them home. And we can get everything set up just like this at the house for you." Bailey could see the men trying to avoid gawking. But was also trying not to make eye contact. "But…" "No butts. They only butt I'm worried about is yours. And I'm wondering if it is the reason this apartment is so stinky! Did you actually shit yourself?" Hannah walked over to her daughter, pulled at the elastic waistband of her diaper, and peeked inside. Jesus H. Christ! Honestly, I thought I was done changing diapers for a while after your niece was potty trained!" Grab a few clothes to travel with, I'll pack you a diaper bag, and let's get out of these nice gentermens way. Chop chop." "But… can I change first?" Bailey whimpered. Only be told by her mother that she will deal with that mess at the hotel. "But… can I… am I going to come back to school? I promise I will…" "After seeing all of this I don't think college is really your speed bailey. I think I know a school that is right up your alley now. You will already know one of your classmates! Your niece Milla just got enrolled there. It's a little late to register, but your father has a friend on the board." "But…" bailey continued to snivel. "But… Milla is only three… she goes… She goes to PRE-SCHOOL!!!" Bailey started to ball uncontrollably. She felt so little, as her mother apologized to the movers for her daughters tantrum, and led Bailey out of the apartment…

*Quick Hitter - My first attempt at one of these contests 😁* Aw, you’re nervous. I can tell, because you’re acting extra giggly. I just love your nervous laugh. You’ve come such a long way trusting Mommy, but you still get a little anxious when we leave the house. But oh my goodness, you look so adorable. I look over my sweet and handsome boy in front me. Cute white shoes? Check. Corduroy shortalls? Check. Paci clipped securely and stored in the front pocket? Check. You’re snapped snuggly in a plain white onesie, too, so we won’t have to worry much about sagging. Diaper checks? Yeah, that’ll be tricky for Mommy, but I can manage! I do a quick check of your diaper bag to make sure it’s been resupplied. Of course, it's fully packed and ready to go. You’re always such a good boy making sure everything is ready, and Mommy appreciates that so much. In the garage, you slide into the backseat of the car. I reach across you, buckling you in safely before giving you a kiss on your forehead. Mommy has to protect her precious cargo after all! I take my place in the driver’s seat, checking on you in my rear view mirror… You are just too cute, I can’t stop looking at you. You don’t say much on the drive, but we're not going too far. You look lost in thought, but my guess is you’re trying to figure out how this will play out. As we turn down a long gravel drive, I can see your eyes squeeze a little bit, your breath becoming a little more rapid. "Don't worry my little baby," I reassure you. It’s not long before we come to a large clearing and the realization hits you. The smile on your face makes me so happy. You’ve always loved animals, and this small petting zoo is just the right size for us. I unbuckle you and we walk hand in hand to pay our admission fee. You’re so shy, but you say hello when the nice lady acknowledges you hiding behind me. She hands us our cup of pellets to feed the animals. You're so excited, you pull at my arm to hurry us ahead to the first enclosure. But we have to wait, not all of your classmates are there yet. "I think it was so smart of the co-op to have a field trip during the first week, don't you?" I ask. You blush (my favorite). You had forgotten that your new classmates would be there soon. Your attire gives you pause, worrying you slightly what they might say. You've thus far managed to mainly stay in the background, quietly learning the new routine but mostly being at home while Mommy started your fall classes. The families gradually arrive and meet up, introductions are done again, and I watch you quietly tell everyone your name. You eagerness to see the exhibits is tempered by your shame at being so childish still. That wears off quickly, and as the afternoon goes on, you are lost in fun. The animals love you - they’ve licked your hands, tried to chew on your shortalls, and eaten all of the pellets I’ve been buying for you. After an hour or two, you start to slow down a bit, so we rest on a bench near a small pond to watch some ducks. You sit close to me, so I put my arm around you and squeeze you in tighter. "It's a lot, isn't it baby?" You look up, unsure what I mean. "It's a lot, being little. You still try to worry about the things you shouldn't worry about. Worried about what people think when they see you. I wish you'd just relax, be yourself. That's what Mommy loves most about you. That's why we agreed to this life, remember?" I dig in your diaper bag and hand you some apple juice. You look around nervously, afraid someone will see you with your hot wheels sippy cup. I give you that reassuring look, and in no time it’s empty, and you’re ready for action. After another hour, we've seen and done all the things there are to see and do. I notice you're slowing down again. I think it’s probably because your diaper is bulging a bit and not because your energy is low. "I think it’s time we head home so we can get you out of that wet diaper and into a nice warm bath. Maybe after, we can have dino nuggets and milk for your dinner?" Yep, I see that sweet smile. I know you so well. Mommy’s love their special little boys and know just how to make their perfect day. And don't worry, before you know it, all your classmates will see the real you and you'll be able to be the real, little you!