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Jill was looking at herself in the mirror. Her school uniform was fitting for a seventeen year old. It was dark blue and white coming down nearly to her ankles. Her chest was just the right size, not too big nor too small. “You’re sure you want to go through with this?” She turned. Janet, Jill’s friend, was standing there with hands on her hips. She smiled. “Yes, I’m sure. It’s been rough being in charge of my business at age twenty-five. I want a chance to be seventeen again. It’s only for a year. I can pull it off for that long.” Janet laughed. “The strange part is that you have to work at looking older rather than younger. You have to wear a padded bra and make up to look seventeen. I’m sure you could pass as a middle schooler if you wanted to.” Jill shocked her head. “Who wants to be that young? I might as well be a baby.” She placed the lanyard with her ID around her neck. “The appearance is the easy part but what about the classes. You never made it out of sixth grade.” “I have a friend who’s a teacher, Bart. He’s going to give me the answers at test time. He and friends will do my homework.” She put on her shoes on. They made her six inches taller. It also made it hard to walk. She could do it as long as she didn’t have to walk fast. She got her suitcase and headed to the door. “I got to catch the school train at 10:15 a.m.” “Got the special underwear on?” Jill was annoyed at that. “Yes. Why didn’t you get me the normal panties as I asked?” “My little joke. One question. Who will take care of your business while you’re gone?” “Jake will. I can trust him.” She looks at his watch. “No time for questions.” She texted Bart. “I’m on my way. See you there.” She got back. “Can’t make it. Someone else to meet you.” She got to station five minutes to ten. Plenty of time to get to the train. She have to wade through a group of middle school girls. With the shoes on she was just a little taller than they were. She laughed at how short their jumpers, just above the knees. “What cute little girls. Beet you’re just out of training bras.” The girls frowned. They didn’t like that comment. She looked at the board to see the platform her train was leaving from. She was shocked to find that the train was leaving at 10:05 and not 10:15. She tried to hurry but the shoes slowed her down. It didn’t help that she had to pee. She planned to do it on the train. She was closed to the train now. She put on a burst of speed which only caused her to trip and fall. She only got some scrapes. It was enough pain to get her sobbing. The train was leaving when she looked up. She sobbed as her bladder emptied into the training panties. It got thick better her legs. It was meant to shame was wearer. She was too shock to notice that nor the smell that was coming from it. She felt arms picking her up. “Don’t cry. What’s wrong dear?” “I missed my train. I have no idea how to get to school.” “That was the high school train?” Jill nodded. “Well, you can get on the Middle School train. It’s close. I’m sure they will have transportation to get you where you should be.” She had a device in her hand. “I need to scan your badge. That way they won’t get worry when they don’t find you on the train.” She did so but it gave an error message. She tried again but still no luck. “It happens. I’ll call ahead to let them know. The train is over there.” “Where’s my luggage?” She didn’t see it. The woman looked around. A girl shouted “Got one here.” Jill was shocked to see it so far away but was glad she had it. It had her books and a few items from home. She got it and got on the train. She whispers and laughter. Her falling and crying was the major topics. She got in a compartment with three other girls. They were smiling so she knew what was on their minds. It was best to go on the attack. “Going to school little girls. Did you remember to bring your dollies? I heard American Girls dolls are really popular.” They scoffed at that idea. “Dolls are for elementary. This is middle school.” “Got your first training bra?” “I’m on an A-cup,” one girl said. The second one said. “So am I.” The third one didn’t say a thing. Jill interpreted that to mean she was still in a training bra. “We don’t cry when we fall down.” She didn’t a response to that. Besides she really didn’t want to talk them. She wanted to start her life as senior in high school. She let them talked between themselves. They talked about being a mentor and what they would do if they did. She had no idea what they were talking about nor cared. They got to school. She was greeted by an older woman in spectacles. “You must the girl who missed her train.” Jill didn’t think it would be hard to see a high schoolers in the midst of a swarm of middle schoolers. “Yes, I am. How do I get to the High School?” “First let’s go to the office. I got to check your ID. It’s just a small matter.” They got to the office. She took Jill’s ID. “It comes up but it’s flagged. I need to get someone who knows more about this system.” Someone else came over. “I see.” She typed a few keys. “Just doing a scan.” After a minute, “there’s an overlay.” Jill was puzzled. “A what?” “Just need to clean it up.” Another minute passes. “Yes, explains it.” “Explains what?” “What’s your full name?” “Jill Alexander Scott.” “Correct.” “Age and grade?” “Seventeen. Twelfth grade.” “Now that’s a problem. Please come into the back room.” Jill followed her. They got to a small room with a desk with a computer on it. “Sit down.” “I don’t want to take a test.” She knew she couldn’t pass one. “Look at the bag I brought. It has school book for seniors.” “You mean this bag?” She had Jill’s luggage. She opened it up. All the books had sixth grade on it. Jill couldn’t believe it. “Would a high schoolers have this?” She pulled out two American Girl dolls. “Not many Middle Schoolers have these either. Only immature ones would have dolls and this.” She showed some pull-ons. “You smell like urine so you must be wearing one and you have been wet for some time. Why didn’t you change while on the train? You had these to put on.” She hadn’t changed because she didn’t know she had them. They shouldn’t have been in her luggage. “Now take the test.” She sat down and followed the instruction on the computer. The woman left. She didn’t know what will happen now. She did her best but at first the questions were too hard for her. After a bit they got easier. She knew the answers to the last group but only because they were more elementary school level. She was so busy with the test so didn’t notice she had to pee again. It’s been over two hours since her accident. Her bladder just didn’t hold on. The pull-on couldn’t hold any and leaked into her dress soaking her bottom. After five minutes after taking the test, the woman returned with a wash cloth, jar and a paddle. “This doesn’t look good for you. Are you going to confess?” “Ok, I’m really an adult.” “That is a worse lie.” “I can prove it. “Your test result doesn’t help. It proves you should be in the sixth grade. Let see what you look like. Clean your face.” Jill took the face cloth and jar. It was cold cream. She used it to clean off the make-up. “Now you look more like you real age.” She took a picture. She showed Jill the picture. “Does that look like an adult to you?” Jill had to admit that she didn’t. “You look even younger than thirteen.” After a minute she said, “I have confirmed beyond doubt who you really are and how old you are. Thirteen but only passed fifth grade last year. You not have academic problems but also toilet problems. That’s why you wear pull-ons. ” Jill had had enough. “Ok, I’m not a high school student but I’m not thirteen either. I’m adult. I’m…” She didn’t finish. She was grabbed by arms and put over the woman’s lap. She felt one arm keeping her down, her legs were fraying in the air. She didn’t see it but felt it. The paddle the woman had brought in was now being used to spank her. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her. She was in tears in seconds. “Please stop!” The woman didn’t. Jill was bawling now. Still she didn’t stop. Jill couldn’t talk. She just cried. She was crying so hard so couldn’t answer the woman ask if she had enough. She just nodded. Jill feels the shoes being removed. The woman let Jill up. Jill was now much shorter and felt more like a child. “Look at the chair.” Jill could see a small puddle. “Look at the back of your dress.” She didn’t see because her dress was dark blue but she could feel the wetness. “You didn’t ask to use the toilet. You just peed on yourself for a second time. That’s not an adult but immature child.” She stood up. “Let’s get this dress off you.” Jill backed off but stopped when the woman reached for the paddle. She raised her arms in surrender. Her dress was lifted up and woman didn’t have to lift her hands too high to remove the dress. Jill was now in just a bra and a soggy pull-on. “Let’s see if you really need this bra.” She turned Jill around and unhooked the bra. She just let if fall to the ground. Jill covered herself with her arms. She was turned around and arms moved to the sides. Her flat chest was fully in view. “You look more like a nine-year old. Your chest at best would get you a training bra but you don’t deserve even that. You’ll get a t-shirt. Everyone will know that you’re thirteen years old but still in training panties and no bra.” She took her by the hand. “After the test results, I had them get you a room and mentor.” “Please, I’m not dressed.” “Tough.” Jill was lead into the outer office where they got the room number. Then out of the office. The three girls were there. “See I told you something was wrong. She’s just a little girl. Look how short she is.” “No, bra. Not even a training bra.” “She is wearing training panties. Even we don’t wear those. What is she, ten?” “No, she’s thirteen.” “Is she in eighth grade?” “No, sixth.” They laughed. “She’s also dumb.” The woman shoed them away. “You’ll have plenty time to tease her later.” Jill didn’t like the sound of that.