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Chapter 3: Embracing the Unexpected Created by Eevee Link to the original place of my story:https://www.reddit.com/r/abdlstories/s/Okti9mJCyT Ethan felt a strange sense of comfort as he sat in the giant high chair, staring up at the ceiling. He had never been one for frills or lace, but there was something undeniably soothing about being surrounded by soft pink fabric. As he lay there, Ethan couldn't help but think about the situation he had found himself in. He had never been particularly adventurous, always preferring the safety and predictability of routine. But here he was, dressed in a pink onesie and lying in a highchair like a baby. It was absurd. And yet, he couldn't deny the strange sense of peace that had settled over him since he arrived at Lily's house. He flushed with embarrassment, realizing that he had wet himself like a baby. He tried to shift his position, hoping to somehow hide the evidence, but it was no use. The diaper was soaked through, and he could feel the wetness. Before he could even begin to process what was happening, he heard Lily say, Did my baby have an accident?" she asked, her voice sweet and gentle. Ethan felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment. He couldn't believe that he was going to admit to wetting himself like a baby. But there was something about the way Lily was looking at him—something so kind and understanding—that made him feel safe. "Yes," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I had an accident." Lily's smile never wavered as she crossed the room and scooped him up in her arms. "That's okay, sweetheart," she said, her voice soothing. "Mommy's here to take care of you." "Lily's voice, gentle yet firm, broke through the air like a soft melody as she said, 'Let's see if you leak, sweetheart.' With tender care, she lifted Ethan out of the high chair, his small frame nestled in her arms. As she approached the changing table, Lily's heart swelled with maternal instinct. Setting him down on the plush pink carpet of the room, she began her careful examination. The room was filled with the delicate aroma of baby powder, mingling with the faint scent of urine. With practiced ease, Lily unbuttoned Ethan's onesie, feeling the soft fabric beneath her fingertips. As she delicately pulled back his diaper, a faint whiff of urine reached her nostrils, confirming her suspicions. Ethan squirmed and protested, his cries echoing off the walls as he declared his independence from the infantile garments. But Lily, ever vigilant, swiftly mended Ethan's hands, preventing his escape. With a mixture of determination and love, she continued her task, ensuring his comfort and care above all else." "It looks like I need to get a special bottle to make my baby girl behave," Lily mused, her voice tinged with both affection and determination. With a tender smile, she attempted to feed Ethan the bottle, his mittened hands fidgeting nervously. "I'll be good, I promise," Ethan pleaded. "I'll be a good baby girl. Please don't give me that stuff that makes me feel drained." Lily's gaze softened as she listened to his apology. "I won't if you keep your word and continue being a good girl," she replied gently. "Now, sweetie, your name is Megan," Lily whispered, her eyes sparkling with maternal affection. "And from now on, you're my precious baby girl." With a tender smile, she gathered Megan into her arms, her touch gentle yet firm as she guided her toward the dresser. "Let's dress you up in something that will make my little princess look adorable," Lily cooed, her voice a soothing melody in the air. As she selected the perfect outfit, each piece carefully chosen with love, Lily couldn't help but marvel at the sight of Megan, her heart overflowing with joy at the thought of caring for this precious child. With meticulous care, she dressed Megan in the finest garments, her fingers dancing over the fabric as she fastened the buttons. As she stepped back to admire her handiwork, Lily's heart swelled with pride, knowing that Megan was back. With loving care, Lily selected a frilly dress and matching bow, her fingers lingering over the delicate fabric as she adorned Ethan, now Megan, with the attire fit for a royal. As she fastened the last button, a sense of warmth and contentment washed over her, knowing that Megan was safe and loved in her care. Ethan's eyes became focused across the dresser; his attention was drawn to what appeared to be a picture, but upon closer inspection, it felt as though he was staring into a mirror. Yet, unlike a typical mirror, this one captured an image—a perfect likeness of Ethan, mirroring Megan in every detail, from the arrangement of clothing to the perfectly matched bow, even down to the length of his hair and the hue of his eyes and nose. Lily spoke, Now that my baby girl is dressed, Lily suggested we should have a bit of fun." Lily reached for a Disney princess coloring book and a set of vibrant markers, extending them toward Ethan. "Why don't you color a pretty picture, just like you used to for my mommy, Megan?" As Ethan began to color, Lily watched him with tears glistening in her eyes, touched by how he approached the task. "It's like you never left us, Megan," Lily whispered, her voice filled with emotion. Ethan lay on his stomach, his legs dangling behind him in a manner reminiscent of a little girl lost in creativity. With careful strokes, Ethan completed the beautiful picture for Lily, even signing it with the same flourish as the other illustrations in the coloring book. After handing the picture to Lily, Ethan's stomach began to twist and ache uncomfortably. He recognized the sensation all too well—he needed to go poop. Despite Lily showering praise upon her 'little girl' for the wonderful artwork, Ethan couldn't ignore his urgent need. Summoning his courage, he spoke up in a voice tinged with childlike innocence, "Mommy, can I ask you something? I need to go poop." "Oh, sweetheart, it's okay," Lily comforted, her voice tender as she took Ethan's hand and guided him to the giant rocking horse. With gentle care, she settled Ethan onto the wooden horse before offering him a bottle specially designed to ease his discomfort. "You promised you wouldn't give me that yucky bottle," Ethan protested softly. Lily reassured him, "This bottle is to help you use your diaper like a good girl. Please drink it, sweetheart; I promise it will help." Ethan reluctantly drank the entire contents of the bottle, his trust in Lily outweighing his reservations. With a proud smile, Lily praised, "Now, that's my good girl." She then gently placed a pacifier in his mouth, murmuring, "Now, my little Megan, rock on your little horsie so you can go potty in your diaper like a good girl." As Ethan rocked back and forth on the giant rocking horse, finding solace in the rhythmic motion, he sensed a new urgency building within him. A sudden warmth enveloped his lower body as he began to pee, the sensation both alarming and uncontrollable. The fabric of his diaper grew damp against his skin, the liquid pooling uncomfortably around him. While the wetness spread, Ethan couldn't ignore the pressing need to relieve his bowels. With a gasp, he felt the involuntary release, warm and squishy, as he started to poop in his diaper. His body tensed with the effort; the sensation was overwhelming and unsettling. The texture of the mess against his skin only intensified his discomfort, with each movement spreading it further. Amidst the chaos of his accident, the foul odor hit Ethan next, sharp and acrid, mingling with the sweet scent of the nursery and assaulting his senses. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he continued to rock, unable to stop the inevitable. Amidst Ethan's unexpected ordeal, Lily couldn't suppress a soft giggle, her amusement bubbling up despite her attempts to remain composed. She watched with a mixture of affection and pride as Ethan bravely navigated through the uncomfortable situation. "Good girl," Lily praised, her voice tender as she encouraged Ethan, affectionately referring to him as her little girl. Despite the mess, she recognized his effort and vulnerability, offering him comfort and support in the face of embarrassment. With a gentle smile, Lily continued to watch over Ethan. Ethan grappled with the shock of his accident; he couldn't ignore the overwhelming sensation of his heavily soiled diaper. The once-pristine fabric now felt uncomfortably damp and heavy against his skin, the mixture of urine and feces creating a repugnant texture that seemed to cling to him. The foul odor assaulted his senses, sharp and unpleasant, mingling with the sweet scent of the nursery, creating a nauseating combination that made his stomach churn. With each movement, he could feel the mess squelching and shifting within the confines of his diaper, amplifying his discomfort and embarrassment. The sound of his breathing seemed to echo in his ears, drowned out only by the rustle of the fabric as he shifted uneasily on the rocking horse. Unable to bear the weight of the situation, Ethan stopped rocking, his movements coming to a halt as he fell silent, the only sound being the soft suckling of the pacifier between his lips. At that moment, he felt a mixture of shame, discomfort, and helplessness, unsure of how to navigate through the mess he found himself in. As Ethan remained frozen in shock, Lily gently took his hand, guiding him with the tenderness reserved for a fragile doll towards the changing table. With each step, Ethan couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability and embarrassment that engulfed him, the weight of his recent accident heavy on his mind. Once on the changing table, it was clear that Ethan's soiled diaper was not going to change itself. Lily faced a bit of a struggle, but she remained composed, her determination unwavering as she carefully navigated through the task at hand. With a deep breath, she began to undo the tape on Ethan's diaper, revealing the mess within. The unpleasant scent of Ethan's accident filled the air, a stark contrast to the sweet aroma of baby powder that lingered nearby. As Lily reached for the baby wipes, she could feel Megan's discomfort as she squirmed under her touch. Despite the challenge, she remained focused, her movements steady and deliberate as she worked to clean him. It was a lot of work, but Lily was determined to make Ethan feel comfortable and cared for. With patience and tenderness, she wiped away the mess, her touch gentle yet thorough as she ensured every crevice was clean. Ethan could feel the relief wash over him as the last remnants of the accident were wiped away, replaced by a sense of cleanliness and comfort. Once the wiping was complete, Lily faced the task of removing the soiled diaper and replacing it with a fresh one. With a deep breath, she unfolded the fresh diaper, the soft crinkle of the material filling the air as she slid it under Ethan, ensuring a smooth surface for him to lie on. She sprinkled baby powder over Ethan's freshly cleaned skin, the delicate scent adding a final touch of comfort and protection. With Ethan all cleaned up and feeling refreshed, Lily secured the tabs of the fresh diaper around his waist, ensuring a snug fit. As she finished diapering him, Ethan couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude for her unwavering care and attention. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, he knew he was in good hands, and that gave him a sense of reassurance amidst the chaos of his accident. As Ethan began to snap out of his shocked state, he couldn't help but revel in the comfort of the fresh diaper enveloping him. Gone was the heavy, squishy sensation of the soiled one; instead, he felt a lightness and cleanliness that seemed to lift his spirits. The soft fabric against his skin provided a soothing embrace, while the faint scent of baby powder added a touch of freshness to the air, replacing the foul odor that had lingered before. With each breath, Ethan savored the newfound sense of comfort and relief, his senses heightened by the contrast between the old and new diapers. He couldn't help but marvel at the transformation, feeling as though he had been transported from a state of discomfort to one of blissful contentment. As Ethan basked in the comfort of his fresh diaper, he couldn't help but notice a change in Lily's demeanor. Her eyes seemed to soften, and her expression reflected a newfound sense of empathy and understanding. "I'm so sorry," she said, her voice filled with genuine remorse.

A/N: Story is not finished yet but has some stuff I am very happy with. Will be releasing once a week for at least the next three weeks and hopefully motivated to keep working on this one. TIA for reading! Update (06/15/24): Chapter 2 submitted Continuing Education Chapter I: “Let the Lesson Begin” Life was supposed to be better than this. Michael Mason was twenty seven years old. He had a Bachelor’s Degree in forensic science. His gorgeous wife loved him deeply. And yet all he could think was how relieved he was that his boss was getting ready to write him up. It got him off the sales floor for awhile and away from all those damned boxes of merchandise. The manager’s office was small, little more than a desk and a couple of chairs. The room itself was unusually hot. Surprising since the company was too cheap to pay for heating in the store at night and the building felt more like a freezer. The only job Michael had been able to land was an overnight stocking gig. Every night, five nights a week, from 9 PM to 6 AM he opened boxes and stuck things on the shelves for minimum wage. The job was originally supposed to be something temporary while he found something in his field. Every morning he drug himself home, physically exhausted from the manual labor and from battling his circadian rhythm. What little free time he had he wanted to spend with Alyssa, his wife. The store itself had completely unrealistic times. Lectures about safe stretching and lifting exercises didn’t mean much when the only way to get the work done as quickly as his managers expected was to bend and lift in the most unsafe ways possible. And while he was tearing his body up to get product on the shelves, the people complaining that he wasn’t fast enough were doing what exactly? Hanging out in the back office on TikTok. It had been more than once that he’d wandered to the back in search of equipment or supplies, things his managers never seemed to know where to find, and caught them all crowded around someone’s cell phone, laughing their heads off. So the job was dogshit but at least he was bringing in money. He’d probably be fired eventually but he wasn’t going to quit on them. If they did plan to fire him for being “inefficient” then he was going to get every last penny he could out of them first. Kyle, the overnight assistant, who thought he was a store manager himself, sighed dramatically as he dropped into the chair on the other side of the desk, sitting upon it as if it were the throne from which he lorded over his subjects. “Mike, I’m tired of having performance conversations with you.” “It’s Michael sir.” His nametag said Michael. He indicated on his forms he preferred Michael. He’d told Kyle on numerous occasions he preferred Michael. “Mike,” Kyle continued, ignoring the protest. “To be blunt, your performance is wholly inadequate for this job. We have written disciplinary actions for you twice and this will now be the third time in less than a year. As such, we’ve decided to move forward with separation. I’m going to need your nametag, box cutter, and any other company equipment.” Kyle gestured to the third man in the room. “Jack will have to escort you out after you clean out your locker.” So, that was it. Game over. There was a part of Michael that would be completely relieved that he wasn’t going to have to show up anymore. Of course there was also the part that knew Alyssa was going to be absolutely furious with him. They could barely afford their rent now and they had just managed to open a savings account and drop spare bits of change into it. Going back to a single income was going to set them back by months. There was no point in complaining about it. Michael tossed his boxcutter and nametag on the table and stood up without a word. He was not going to give Kyle the satisfaction of crying or begging for his job. In silence, he strode out of the room, only slightly irritated that Jack was following him every step of the way. “It’s a tough thing,” Jack said. “But you really did it to yourself Mike.” “It’s Michael,” Michael sighed as he pulled a few personal things out of his locker. “Well look on the bright side Mike,” Jack said, “In six months you can re-apply.” “Jack, why would I re-apply for this shithole job?” Michael had tried his best to keep his cool but he’d failed. His only recourse was to blast his hate through his eyes directly at Jack. The expected effect occurred and Jack smirked as he saw the anger in Michael’s face. “You’ll be back,” Jack said. “Your type always comes back.” “You know what Jack?” Michael was already headed for the exit. “Go fuck yourself.” * * * Michael wasn’t sure how manly sitting in his bathrobe at the kitchen table with a container of ice cream and a scoop was but it was making him feel better. It was barely after 2 AM and Alyssa was fast asleep. He’d quietly changed and moved back out to the living room to wallow in his own misery. She was going to be so damned angry when she found out. He had no idea what time it was when the light in the bedroom turned on. He was cold. His robe was barely hanging on him and the ice cream had mostly liquefied. He slopped another bite, getting sticky melted goo all over his face, and sending another jolt of brain freeze to his head. “Michael? Why are you home so early?” It should have been a crime how easily Alyssa made it seem to look beautiful. Despite having slithered out of bed, her hair cascaded down her back as if she’d just had it styled. Her face was perfectly shaped and her eyes popped as if she had a ring of mascara. She could have done a hell of a lot better than an almost thirty year old loser who couldn’t even hold down a job at the grocery store. Here it came. Might as well rip the band-aid off. “I got fired.” He gritted his teeth, prepared for the explosion. Which didn’t….come? He caught a whiff of Alyssa’s perfume, vaguely scented like lilacs, as she wrapped her arms around him in an embrace before gently prying the spoon from his fingers and pulling it away. “Honey, you’re sticky,” she frowned as she disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a washcloth, which she ran over his face. Rather dumbfounded that he wasn’t having his face ripped off, Michael sat there and let his wife clean his face instead. “You’re not…huh?” Michael blinked. Alyssa had a bit of a temper but they didn’t exactly fight. He was expecting her to be mad. Mad in that sort of, “I’m disappointed in you” type of way that would make him feel like a total jackass without her actually raising her voice at him. “Not what?” she smiled as she sat down across from him. “I’m not a mind reader babe, use your words.” “I thought you’d be mad at me,” he confessed. “I’m not thrilled, no,” Alyssa frowned. “You don’t need me to tell you it’s going to hurt us. But you’ve been pretty unhappy at that job and I feel like I barely get to see you. We’ve got to be able to find a way to make things work where we don’t have to be apart so much.” “Yeah,” Michael nodded. His stomach growled in protest at him. Gorging on ice cream had not exactly been his most erudite moment. “What if…” Whenever Alyssa had an idea that she thought exceedingly clever, a grin spread across her face not unlike the Cheshire Cat. “...what if you finally followed through with your plan and went back to school?” “Yikes,” Michael sat up, pushing through his angry stomach. “That’s not gonna help our money situation at all Alyssa.” “That’s the best part,” she replied. “I found a place, let me show you…” her phone appeared in her hands and she played with it for a moment, “Look at this place!” Michael glanced at the phone, reading it off, “The Finch School? What am I? A bird?” “It started as a finishing school,” Alyssa said. “Miss Finch’s Finishing School for Marriageable Young Ladies. That was back in the 20s. It’s evolved into a co-ed liberal arts college. And they offer scholarships for returning adults. Finish your education and all that.” “Yeah but Alyssa, this place is ten hours from here,” Michael frowned. “How is that going to get us more time to be together?” “That part will suck,” Alyssa nodded. “But I barely see you as is. If you go to the school, you can finish your Master’s Degree, land that inspector’s job, and get away from all of these back breaking places you’ve been applying to.” Michael looked down at his wife’s phone again. He’d have to get a place near the campus. Or a dorm room, heh. And of course there was no point in any decision at all if he couldn’t claim that scholarship. There was no way he was taking loans out and they definitely couldn’t pay tuition out of pocket. “Ok then, I’ll apply for the scholarship and we’ll go from there.” “Good boy,” Alyssa beamed at him. * * * He’d done it. He’d gotten in. The application process was very easy and had been done completely online. He’s sent in some writing samples and records from his time at the state university. A few days later he’d received an acceptance email. The terms seemed almost too good to be true. He was required to accept campus housing, agree to a code of conduct that mostly boiled down to not doing stuff he’d hated doing when he was twenty anyway, and had to keep his grades up. That’d be easy enough. Michael had always learned his lessons well. He’d briefly met his roommate Nick when he’d dropped his luggage off at his dorm room. Nick was a few years older too so there was definitely a level of relief there that he wasn’t going to be shacked up with some eighteen year old kid fresh out of High School. It was a little odd that they’d been roomed together but Nick just laughed when Michael voiced his concerns. It would work. “The campus is beautiful babe,” he had his phone glued to his ear and was chatting with Alyssa. She was back at home getting ready for work. “My room’s not too bad. We’ll have to video chat later. My roommate seems cool. There’s a lot of…” Michael glanced around. There were a lot of girls at this school. It had been a women’s college originally. If it was one of those schools that ended up recruiting the kids of former students, maybe that wasn’t too surprising. He was pleased to note that there were plenty of older students but some of the styles of dress…he’d walked by an entire group of girls in Japanese lolita style! A girl, a woman really, who had to be at least thirty but nevertheless was wearing shortalls and had her hair in pigtails, literally skipped by him swinging a Hello Kitty backpack from her left hand as she bounced along the sidewalk towards one of the class buildings. “...girls here.” “That’s not a problem is it?” Alyssa asked. “Not for me, but uh….” Michael trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the thought. His half comment was greeted by a shriek of laughter. “Not to toot my own horn Michael but, you’re not going to cheat on this, are you?” His phone chirped and he pulled it from his ear long enough to glance at the picture that his wife had just sent him. She wasn’t wearing anything at all. And she had her fingers between her spread legs, pulling a pair of lips apart. “Alyssa!” More giggling from the phone. “We’re gonna have to get used to sexting sweetie. And babe, mommy is going to need A LOT of pics while you’re at school.” “Maybe save the NSFW for when I’m not walking around a college campus in the middle of the day,” Michael laughed. “But seriously babe, you are gorgeous. You just made it that much harder for me to concentrate on my classes.” “Well then, I guess you won’t get any more pics until you show me that you’ve learned something,” Alyssa said. Michael was outside his classroom now. “I’ll show you exactly what I’ve learned tonight babe. I’ve got to go now though, I’m at my first class. Love you.” “Love you too. Learn a lot!” Michael hadn’t been in a college classroom in several years but the room he stepped into was certainly not what he expected. The walls were a pastel green with rainbows adorning them. Along the back wall were rows of cubbies, many filled with bags and other things. Many students were already sitting at desks with their hands folded. Every person in the room was a girl, none younger than twenty five, and none dressed older than twelve. Along the front wall was a chalkboard - a chalkboard! And above it a poster showing the alphabet. If it weren’t for the size of the desks, Michael would have sworn he had walked into a kindergarten classroom. This couldn’t be his class. He was here to take an advanced criminology course. The worst part about walking into the wrong room was that all the heads had turned to gawk at him. The teacher was the only person dressed remotely normally - if goth scientist was “normal.” Her long curly hair was died sea green and coiled halfway down her back. She wore a black lab coat over boots, fishnet stockings, a leather skirt, and corset. Goth…bondage…scientist? The mix of styles was almost too much. Her piercing pale blue eyes seemed to be digging into his skull and he caught just the faintest hint of lilac from her. “Oh excuse me, I must be in the wrong class,” he muttered as he turned to leave. “Stop right there!” the woman called. Michael found himself stopping in his tracks. “You come inside right now and put your things in your cubby please.” Michael found himself walking back into the classroom. Did he actually have a cubby? Impossible. That would be the easiest way to prove that he was in the wrong spot. Jennifer, Kelly, Lisa, Daisy, see…no…Michael blinked and rubbed his eyes. Right next to “Daisy” was an empty cubby labeled “MIchael.” “Well?” the instructor called out. “Uhh, yes ma’am,” Michael swallowed as he tossed his bag into the cubby and turned around. “Very good,” the instructor smiled sweetly. “Now if you’ll take your seat please.” “Oh, which one is mine?” Michael was a bit confused. There were several empty seats, so he wasn’t exactly sure where he should sit. “Oh Professor!” the blond in pigtails that had skipped past him earlier had raised her hands and was waving it excitedly. Dress aside, Michael was definitely sure that this girl had to be in her early 30s at least. Meanwhile the professor looked like she couldn’t be more than about twenty two. “Yes Daisy?” the Professor smiled sweetly. “Professor, can she sit at my table?” the girl named Daisy asked. She? Michael had to admit that he was a bit on the thin and small side but still, there could be no way he’d be mistaken for a girl right? Short hair, tee shirt, jeans. He practically screamed “guy going back to college after failing at life.” “Yes, that will be fine. The new girl can sit with you Daisy,” the professor replied. “Oh, but, uh…” Michael cleared his throat. He wasn’t entirely sure where this misconception was coming from but it was definitely something he wanted to clear up. “Yes sweetie?” the Professor beamed at him as if he had just answered a really hard question. “Can you use the words to share your thoughts with the class?” “I’m a boy actually.” Michael said. The classroom erupted, first as every girl gasped and then peels of laughter echoed from all around the room. Every table seemed to burst into chatter as all the students began talking and pointing at him. “Girls, settle down!” The Professor grabbed a yardstick from her desk and wrapped it three times. The knocking sound killed the conversation. “Is that any way to treat a new student? Now sweetie, I want you to come to the front of the room ok? I promise, you’re not in trouble.” Feeling foolish, and knowing he was blushing, Michael walked up to the front of the room and stood next to the teacher. Her lilac perfume wrapped itself around his nose in a way that was intoxicating. He could feel his head going light. “Now sweetie, this is Miss Finch’s Finishing School and it is a school for girls. If you’re a student here, you have to be a girl here. You are a student here, aren’t you?” “Yes, but…” Michael went to protest. The school hadn’t been a girls only school in fifty years! And it wasn’t a finishing school anymore, it was a liberal arts college. Something in the back of his mind told him that whatever was going on was so strange that his best bet would be to run. But that smell… “And if all the students here are girls, that means you’d have to be a girl too, doesn’t it?” “But I’m not a girl!” Michael insisted. “Oh don’t worry sweetie, I’ll help you with that,” the Professor said. She reached for his face, caressing it in her hands, and pulled him forward before delivering a peck on the cheek. “You see, I can make it all better with just a kiss.” Michael felt just slightly off. He couldn’t quite place it but something was different. His shirt seemed to hang from him loosely as if it had grown two sizes too big. Oddly, it felt tighter around his chest than it had before. The reality of the matter, that he had somehow shrunk, set in when his pants slid right off his hips, now hopelessly larger than his waist. “What in the…” Michael’s hand slammed across his mouth. That hadn’t been his voice! Michael had a deep, husky voice, just slightly gravely. The voice that had escaped his lips had been honeyed, soft, and very feminine. When he glanced down, he realized more was wrong. The hair on his hands and legs had disappeared completely, his skin now soft and smooth. He had previously had many blemishes and moles all across his body, they were all gone now. And his chest? The reason his shirt was tight was that he now had cleavage! A strand of hair fell into his face, dirty brown having turned into a silken brown mousse - short length having transformed into mid length curls that coiled around his shoulders. His…more like…”What did you do to me?!” “I told you sweetie,” the Professor replied with a smile. “Only girls attend Miss Finch’s Finishing School. Since you’re a student here, you must be a girl.” “I’m not a…” Michael stopped himself, no…herself, as she felt a new sensation. Her underwear was becoming warm and wet. She was peeing herself! The escaping fluid quickly turned into a flood as her boxers became uselessly saturated and pee dripped down her legs, pooling in her jeans at her feet. “Oh dear, oh dear,” the Professor shook her head. “Daisy, will you go into the supply cabinet and get me the diapers? It looks like our new student had her first accident.”