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Mrs. Hammil nods. "You are welcome." She takes Phoebe and the rest of the class outside to the playground. Mrs. Hammil opened the gate to the toddler playground. "Go have fun children." She patted Phoebe's diapered bottom and ushered her off to go play with the other kids. All the kids avoided Phoebe on the playground. They played within their little groups. Leaving Phoebe to play alone.

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Phoebe blushed as Mrs. Hammil patted her bottom, feeling almost nothing but hearing the tell-tale crinkle. It made her feel even more infantile, getting her into a nice frame of mind to toddle around the playground, looking for something to do. Unfortunately, all of the kids already seemed to have their playmates figured out, and there was no room for any last minute changes in those plans. Phoebe started to pout, feeling too shy, diapered as she was now, to try to introduce herself to anybody, so, after a while, she plopped down on the edge of the sandbox, not even noticing her short skirt flipping up to fully reveal the back of her diaper, and started playing in the sand, leaning forward to grab a little plastic bucket and try to fill it up, trying to remember the right way to build a sand castle.

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A girl slowly walks over to Phoebe and stands behind her. "Excuse me. Can I play with you in the sandbox? If you don't want me to. I can leave you alone. I noticed you was in a diaper when I was on the swings. I'm new here and I have trouble making friends because I'm really shy and don't talk much. I thought maybe we could be friends since we both are in diapers." She stands there and waits for Phoebe to say something.

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Phoebe squirmed and blushed as the little girl came up to her, telling her she'd seen her diapers. It didn't really help much that the girl wore them as well, since she was actually young enough that it wasn't that big a deal. Still, Phoebe was getting pretty bored just sitting there by herself, so she nodded, feeling rather shy herself at first, before making herself say, "I'm new here, too... I'm Phoebe." She started to say she didn't usually wear diapers, but she didn't want the girl to feel bad for needing them herself.

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The girl smiled when Phoebe said she could join her. "Hello Phoebe. I'm Maria. I noticed you are in Mrs. Hammil's class. She is really nice. I was in her class because I was tranferred to the other toddler class. Some of the kids in Mrs. Hammil's class use to pick on me and call me names because I don't talk much. I like my new teacher. She is very nice and she speaks Spanish. Not all the time,but she teaches us Spanish. We also get to watch Dora the Exploder in her class. She speaks spanish too along with english." A hour pasts and the teachers call their kids and tell them it is time to go back in. Maria gets up off the side of the sandbox and there are two cresent moon shaped wet spots on the wood where her diaper leaked out. "It was nice to meet you. Maybe we can play together tomorrow."

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Phoebe kept herself from responding by telling Maria that Mrs. Hammil wasn't so nice, but she didn't want to get in trouble, since there was no way to tell what a kid would repeat. And, she had to admit, while she might not like things that Mrs. Hammil had done, it wasn't really that she was mean. So she stayed quiet, listening to Maria and nodding attentively, poking at the sand. Time passed surprisingly quick, and soon Maria was going back with her own class. Phoebe wondered if maybe she should have been paying attention, and went to get Maria's teacher before she had started to leak so bad. That made her think of her own diaper, which she had nearly forgotten about, hard as that was to believe. She turned away from where the other kids were gathering for a second, lifting her skirt and feeling the outside of her diaper, inordinately happy that she was still dry. She'd have to make sure to point that out to Mrs. Hammil once they were back in the classroom, to see if she could get back to training panties. But for the time being, she smoothed her skirt down and hopped up, hurrying over to her class, the last one to make it.

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Mrs Hammil leads her class back into the building and into the classroom. She goes over to her desk and picks up an folder. "Phoebe,could you take this down to the office? I forgot to take it down while all of you was taking your nap." Mrs. Hammil hands the folder to Phoebe." She watches Phoebe start to walk out of the room and then get a content look on her face. Mrs. Hammil knew what Phoebe was doing. She was using her diaper. Mrs. Hammil saw Phoebe snapping back to reality and then walk out of the room towards the office.

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Phoebe followed Mrs. Hammil into the classroom, waiting eagerly to tell her teacher - her soon to be co-worker, rather - the good news, feeling practically giddy at the idea, grinning. She didn't want to announce it in front of everyone, not wanting Richard to feel bad, so she was happy to see Mrs. Hammil head to her desk, shadowing her and starting to open her mouth to talk when Mrs. Hammil handed her a folder. Phoebe started to speak anyway, but decided against it. She was happy enough to have been chosen to help out, as if she was already the assistant. Maybe Mrs. Hammil had already noticed the diaper was still in good shape, and she didn't have to say anything. Might as well be modest about it, rather than acting like a little kid, proud just to be able to keep her pants dry for an hour. "Sure, no problem," she smiled, taking off across the room, a feeling of happiness and warmth flowing through her.

She'd never thought she'd get through her training THIS quickly... Heck, maybe the folder was telling the owner that she was done, and ready to get her regular clothes back. It hadn't even taken the whole day! She must be just that good, she thought to herself with a smile. A few moments later, she blinked, realized she'd stopped herself in the middle of the room. She shook her head, feeling a bit silly, then continued on, hardly even noticing the new wet spot in her diapers, thinking nothing about it as she hurried to the office.

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Miss Winslow was working on some paperwork when Phoebe comes into the office and stops in front of the desk. She continues to do paperwork and waits to see if Phoebe was going to say anything. After 5 minutes. Miss Winslow looks up at Phoebe. "Hello Phoebe. What are you doing in my office?" She sees the folder in her hands. "Is that folder for me? You are a good little girl for running an errand for your teacher." Miss Winslow holds out her hand for the attendance record for the class.

Maria walks into the room with a similar folder. "Hello Phoebe. I see Mrs. Hammil picked you to bring the class attendance record down to the office. My teacher picked me to do it."

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Phoebe beamed as she stepped into Miss Winslow's office, sure that she was about to be promoted back to the grown-up she knew she was. Miss Winslow didn't seem to notice her, and she didn't want to interrupt her rudely, so she stood still obediently, fidgeting slightly with anticipation, not noticing an extra spurt of pee finding its way into her diaper with the excitement. Finally, Miss Winslow talked to her, and her smile widened, until the woman referred to her as a little girl. Her happiness drained out even faster as Maria appeared with an identical folder, telling her what it was. She sighed, handing the folder over to Miss Winslow with a bit of a pout. "Yeah, I guess so," she said with a squirm, feeling the condition of her diaper fully for the first time, blushing as she realized she'd had a real accident, one she had somehow not even noticed. "W-We'd better get back to class," she told Maria, trying to act normal. "I'll walk you to your room."

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Maria nods. "Yes we better get back to class before someone comes looking for us." She takes Phoebe's hand and walks out of Miss Winslow's office. Once they was out of earshot. "You need to tell Mrs. Hammil that you need a diaper change. I noticed the smell when I came into the office and your diaper is sagging farther out from under your jumper." The two of them walk down to the hall and stop in front of a classroom. The teacher was setting in a chair teaching the kids in the class how to count to 10 in spanish. "That is my teacher Miss Lopez." Phoebe noticed the teacher wasn't much older than she was.

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Phoebe followed Maria, blushing slightly as the little girl pointed out the diaper change she was going to need. She snuck a glimpse down at her jumper, seeing that, sure enough, the sodden padding of her diaper was clear beneath her hem. The feeling of the wet diaper between her legs gave her a bit more of a waddle. She was feeling much less like a grown-up escorting a little girl to her classroom, and more like just another toddler. Seeing Miss Lopez, a surprisingly young woman, made her feel even more embarrassed to be there, dressed as she was. She was a little glad that she'd gotten Mrs. Hammil as a teacher, rather than Miss Lopez, even if Mrs. Hammil was a bit unfair.

At least with Mrs. Hammil, there was enough of an age difference that she could justify her "training" to herself, as the woman clearly would have much more experience than she would. But if she'd been with Miss Lopez... Even just seeing her there now was bad enough, but being with her all day would have just emphasized the ridiculousness of her situation, with someone just a few years older in charge of the class - not even just an assistant, fully in charge! - while she stood there in her soggy diaper, staring down at her pigeon-toed feet, with a rumbling in her tummy...

She began to fidget slightly as the discomfort in her belly, remembering her dream, how she'd managed to stop herself in the middle of messing her diaper. Apparently her body was ready to get rid of the rest of her waste now. "I'll see you later," she told Maria quickly, before rushing off towards the bathroom. She pulled open the door and went inside, pulling up her jumper... But she could only stare at the diaper. She wasn't sure how she was supposed to take it off without tearing it, or making it impossible to put back on... And she didn't want to run around with nothing beneath her jumper, even just the short way to her classroom.

Reluctantly, she exited the bathroom, making her way to Mrs. Hammil's class as quickly as she could. She'd just have to ask for help, as embarrassing as that would be. She was sure Miss Lopez didn't have to ask for help... Heck, the kids surely asked HER for help. But here she was, about to poop her pants if she didn't get some assistance. She felt her diaper grow a little damper at the humiliation of that thought. She toddled back into the classroom, heading for Mrs. Hammil... Only to find her way blocked by Mary. "C'mon, let me through," she whined, trying to find her way around the girl, growing more desperate by the moment.

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Mary shakes her head. "No I will not baby. If you want by me. Then you are going to have to get pass me."

Mrs. Hammil notices Mary being mean to Phoebe. She was going to stay out of it and let the two of them settle it on their own,but she noticed the desperate look on Phoebe's face and she knew what that look meant. Mrs. Hammil was going to make Phoebe mess in her diaper and then change her,but she changes her mind. She walks over to Phoebe. "Phoebe come with me." The two of them walk to the bathroom in the room and Mrs. Hammil removes the diaper and throws it away. "Call me when you are finished pooping." She walks out of the bathroom and leaves Phoebe alone to poop.

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Phoebe could feel the gulf between her and Miss Lopez growing ever wider as she fidgeted in front of Mary, realizing that this little toddler was going to make her poop her pants, and there wasn't anything she could do about it. She had only a very fuzzy memory of the messy diaper she'd woken up from her nap in, and she hadn't expected having to fully experience the sensation of doing it, especially not with this little brat watching her.

And then, like some miracle, Mrs. Hammil swooped in and led her away to the bathroom, untaping the diaper from around her and leaving her alone to finish her business. For the first few moments, Phoebe was relieved, and then rather happy, but then she began to worry. Mary already thought she was a "baby" - ironic, Phoebe thought, given how much older than the kid she really was - but was she going to think that even more so, now that she'd had to be rescued by Mrs. Hammil? Phoebe had to admit that she was feeling rather infantile about it, even though she was out of her diaper and, wonder of wonders, using a toilet. She wasn't sure how it was with toddlers, but she could remember from when she'd been not much older that getting help from your teacher in a conflict between you and another classmate was definitely looked down upon... She hadn't called Mrs. Hammil, of course, but she doubted that would really make much of a difference.

So she couldn't help but feel nervous as she hopped down from the toilet, wiping off her bottom and then washing her hands, pacing slightly, the bathroom's air cool against her bare bottom, before finally calling out, "I'm ready, Mrs. Hammil!", knowing she couldn't wait forever.

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Mrs. Hammil opens the door and walks into the bathroom. "You should have told me you had to poop. I would have picked someone else to run the errand for me." She takes a wipe and wipes Phoebe's bottom. Mrs. Hammil looks at it. "You did a good job of wiping your bottom. I think you deserve a reward for not messing in your diaper." She holds up a pair of training pants. They was not as thick as the first pair she wore. "I'm going to trust you to tell me when you need to go use the potty. If I find out. You can't be trusted. Then you will be back in a diaper or a thicker pair of training pants with the plastic outer covering." Mrs. Hammil hands Phoebe the training pants. "I think you can put them on yourself. Arts and Craft time is coming up. Today is finger painting. You and the others will be with Miss Lopez's class in the painting room." She waits on Phoebe to put on the training pants. Mrs. Hammil adjust them and then opens the door so Phoebe can walk out.

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Phoebe looked down at her feet bashfully, shivering slightly at the cold touch of the wipe. It was telling, she supposed, how much had changed in just a few hours, that she didn't protest this woman's doubt in Phoebe's own wiping abilities, and the happiness Phoebe felt when Mrs. Hammil was proved wrong, however silly that was. After all, it had been a good many years since she'd needed anyone's help cleaning herself. That was nothing compared to the happiness she felt at being handed the training pants. She noticed the thinness at once, her mind immediately thinking to itself, "They're almost like real panties!" before she could remind herself that no, they really weren't. They were certainly a big step forward from anything else she'd worn since arriving at the daycare, though, so she couldn't help feeling a bit gleeful, and a tiny bit scared at having them taken away so quickly. She'd have to be extra careful...

She beamed again at the unexpected pleasure of getting to put her own undergarments on once again, stepping into them and pulling them up over her bottom. It really was a surprising difference after being in diapers for a fair amount of time, and she knew it would take her a minute or two to get used to them. Her first thought, on getting them on and letting her jumper fall over them was how much she wanted to show them to Mary, to show that mean girl that she didn't need diapers after all! She was brought back to reality by Mrs. Hammil lifting her skirt back up, adjusting the trainings panties, as if Phoebe didn't know how to dress herself, and by the news that she'd be with Miss Lopez. Even if she still almost wanted to show off her underwear to Mary, she knew she didn't want to do it in front of Miss Lopez. She wasn't sure if the other teacher knew of Phoebe, and that she wasn't actually a student, but even if she didn't, Phoebe knew, and she hardly wanted to advertise her training panties with someone so close to her own age there. As she walked out of the bathroom, getting used to the reduced bulk between her legs, she found herself subconsciously tugging at the hem of her jumper again, growing more aware of her situation again, and wondering if there might be some way to get out of Arts and Crafts, like she'd gotten out of lunch.

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Mrs. Hammil opens the door and walks into the classroom. "Ok class line up. It is time for Arts and Crafts. You will be with Miss Lopez's class this time. The kids cheered because Miss Lopez always have fun things planned for them in Arts and Crafts room. All the kids except for Phoebe lined up and walks out of the room. Mrs. Hammil looks at Phoebe after all the kids left the room. "Why are you still here and not with the rest of the class?" She sets down in the rocking chair and looks at Phoebe.

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Phoebe tried to come up with a plan, but as soon as they stepped out of the bathroom, Mrs. Hammil was announcing it was time to go. Without any better alternative, Phoebe simply stepped aside, off to a corner of the room, while the kids lined up. She pretended not to notice, facing the other way and staring at the various toys and things lining the room, while the others left. She'd assumed Mrs. Hammil would be leaving too, and she jumped as she heard her voice behind her, glad she'd wet her diaper not too long ago, or else she might have lost her training panties less than five minutes after regaining them. "Oh, I just thought I'd help you clean the room up first," she said, the first thing that came to her mind, quickly bending over and picking up a stray doll, forgetting all about her resolution to keep her underwear more hidden as she did so.

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Mrs Hammil sees Phoebe bend over exposing her training pants to her. "So you decided to help clean up the room. Well you are not doing it right. Maybe I should put you into the inbetween class so you can learn how to be a proper little girl. Toddler girls know how the right way to pick something up off the floor. They do not bend over and expose their diapers or training pants to everyone. They stoop down and pick whatever it is off the floor. That way they do not expose their diaper or training pants to everyone. Maybe I should put you into the infant class so you can start at the beginning and learn how to be a little girl from the start. I think you would look cute laying in your crib or in the playpen in your onsie or sleeper with your diaper underneath. Your hair in pigtails and a pacifier in your mouth when you are not being bottle or breast fed."

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Phoebe flushed bright red at Mrs. Hammil's words, practically able to feel herself shrinking as the woman spoke, growing redder and redder. "No, I'll be more careful," she squeaked quickly. The thought of that degree of helplessness made her shiver slightly - the idea of always being surrounded by bars, be they the wood of a crib, or mesh of a playpen. The idea of her mouth always expected to be sucking on something - while she did like her pacifier, she wouldn't want it in all the time. The idea of her wardrobe, designed to keep her warm, keep her diaper snug against her while providing easy access to it - and there was no question of training pants, just diapers. Her top end would be constantly engaged in sucking, or drinking and eating, her bottom half always prepared for anything that might, and would, come out of it, as a result of that eating and drinking. It would be humiliating, perhaps the ultimate humiliation, and, as much as she didn't want that, it still excited her. "I'm not an infant," she insisted, shaking her head, her face still red, and still full of the thoughts Mrs. Hammil had put there with her words.

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Mrs. Hammil smiles. "You might not be an infant,but that way you would learn the right way to act and if you want reduced to an infant. By the time you made it back to the toddler class. You would know how to be a proper toddler girl." She looks at Phoebe and then smiles. "I can see in your eyes. The idea of being a helpless infant is exciting to you. I saw your eyes dance and have a content look in them when I mentioned you being an infant and how your day would be. That means a part of you is at least interested in the idea or your eyes would not have lit up when I mentioned it."

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Phoebe shook her head, chewing slightly on her bottom lip as she realized Mrs. Hammil had noticed her reaction. She couldn't believe the woman was talking about her working her way up to the toddler class - that had been such a big step down for her already. "I'm fine in this class," she said. "I can learn to be a proper toddler just by watching the other kids." That she would be learning from, in a way looking up to, the "other" kids was another somewhat shocking prospect, but it was better, she decided. "I guess I could start by going to Arts and Crafts..." she quickly tried to change the subject, edging towards the door.

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Mrs. Hammil looks at Phoebe. "I don't know Phoebe. You have been in this class all day and you haven't picked up one lesson on how to be a proper toddler." She starts to chuckle. "Your mouth says you want to stay here,but your eyes say something totally different. I can see in your eyes that you want to be a helpless infant and they said your eyes is a window to your soul."

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"I'll try harder," Phoebe insisted, deciding not to mention that she hadn't exactly been trying, having expected to get beyond this stage of her training quickly, with no real reason for studying what a 'proper toddler' would do. "I want to stay here, I do," she nodded, trying to quieten down that tiny part of her mind that got a strange, naughty thrill from the idea of having everything stripped away.

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