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Summer School
🕑 Added 2023-07-27 12:00:05 +0000 UTCHere's this month's Community Story!
"Well, Ms. Young," Mrs. Hughes sighed, shaking her head. "I really didn't expect to see you again, young lady. Certainly not for this."
Maddelyn gulped, her heart thumping loudly in her chest as she tugged at the skirt of her school uniform. She was glad she hadn't destroyed all of hers after all, the way most of her friends had to celebrate graduation. Then again, she also hadn't graduated, so it hadn't felt right to join in, not to mention her mother scolding her for so much as considering burning 'perfectly good' clothes for no reason, no matter how dorky they looked, and how little chance there was Maddy would ever wear them again, or do anything with them other than leave them stuffed at the back of her closet at her parents' house forever.
It was so annoying... It wasn't even her fault, as she'd argued to Mrs. Hughes the last time she'd visited the principal in her office. She was supposed to take the World History class back in freshman year, but all of her friends had been in an art class in the only available time slot for it, so she'd begged her guidance counselor to let her take it the next semester instead. And then both of them had forgotten about it until it was too late, until she was about to graduate and someone had reviewed her transcripts and noticed it was missing.
If anyone, the guidance counselor should be the one going through all this! Maddelyn knew better than to suggest that, however, not again. She already knew she was on Mrs. Hughes's bad side from their last visit, when she'd told her as much, and, feeling confident from having just turned nineteen and being indisputably an adult now, and anger at being informed she wouldn't get to graduate with all of her friends, demanded that the woman fix this right away, or else.
That was the only reason she'd gotten into summer school, as that class was already full. Maddelyn had asked, snarkily, last time if that was because the guidance counselor had done the same thing to a bunch of other kids, and gotten no answer. She suspected Mrs. Hughes simply didn't want to put up with her for a full other semester if she made her come back to make up that one class next year, but that was fine with her... She had a college acceptance letter, was going off to the same university as all of her friends. She didn't want to be a semester late, to have to play catch-up, miss out on all the new in-jokes, risk them finding someone to fill her spot in their group...
But, despite her desire to do so, Maddy knew she couldn't make another scene here, make more demands of the principal. She was already on thin enough ice that she'd dug one of her uniforms out and wore it to look more proper, like she was taking this seriously. They didn't have to wear uniforms at summer school, and nobody did; the only people she could imagine would choose to do so were the nerds, and they weren't likely to need summer school in the first place.
"Well?" Mrs. Hughes sat down, gesturing at another chair, Maddelyn obediently following suit, folding her hands in her lap. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
Maddy swallowed, squirming anxiously. "I-I just want you to know," she started, "it's all lies!"
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It had started back on her very first day, slinking into class, head pounding with the aftermath of the weekend's many graduation parties. She was supposed to have had one of her own, had begged her parents not to cancel it, since she insisted she was still going to graduate at the end of summer, but she hadn't gotten her degree yet, so they'd told her she didn't get a party.
Not that it mattered that much; she simply partied harder at her friends'. She was going to be annoyed if some of her more distant family members took this as an excuse to not give her a graduation gift, however, especially after seeing all the envelopes full of cash her friends had opened.
She'd debated how she should handle the class, if it was better to hang back, try to blend in, or if she ought to embrace who she was and run it. She was, after all, one of the most popular girls in school, and this was her last chance to rub that in the faces of her classmates before moving on to college, where she'd have to start all over again as a freshman. With her friends at her side, she was pretty confident she could pull it off, but, at the same time, she knew that college was different.
Thanks to her hangover, she'd chosen to go more with the former, drooping into a desk at the back of the room, fighting the urge to fall asleep. Not even the discovery that her teacher was Mr. Lewis, the cute, young teacher all the straight girls - including her - had a crush on was enough to perk her up for that day, or get her to pay attention.
Which made it very easy for Nadia to walk over with the cup of lemonade she'd been sipping on all day and casually pour it on Maddy's crotch. Maddy squealed, looking up in shock, right as the other girl raised her hand, grinning.
"Mr. Lewis?" Nadia called out. "I think Maddy peed her pants!"
The claim had taken Maddelyn so by surprise that she hadn't been able to respond right away, which did her no favors once she did. "Wh-What?!" she sputtered. "N-No, I didn't! You spilled your drink on me!"
Even she had to admit that it sounded like she had, that she was struggling to come up with an excuse on the spot. She groaned, shifting in her seat, wrinkling her nose as she looked down, saw the yellow puddle she was now sitting in, realized how much it looked like Nadia was telling the truth. The girl had aimed her cup just right, splashing enough onto the crotch of Maddy's pants to make a wet spot there, while leaving plenty to pool around her, to start to drip off the seat onto the floor around her.
"No, she didn't, sir," Greta spoke up from a few seats over.
Maddy turned her head in shock, assuming that the girl was defending her. It seemed odd for her to do so, especially over Nadia. The two of them were friends, so desperate to join Maddelyn's clique... Maddy blushed as she remembered it.
She'd wanted to let them down relatively easy, tell them that they were too young, even if they were only a year younger than most of the group, including Maddy. The others, however, had seen an opportunity, had strung them along, putting them through humiliation initiation after initiation before, finally, once the pair was fed up and insisted they'd proved their dedication enough, informing them that they weren't going to be getting in, that they'd never had any intention of letting them in.
So it was weird that Greta would turn on Nadia this way for Maddy. Maybe she had been able to tell that Maddy hadn't wanted to do all that, that she wasn't as bad as the others... Maybe she and Nadia were having a fight. Maybe she was super religious and couldn't bring herself to lie.
Or maybe, as Maddy discovered a moment later, she'd misinterpreted what the girl meant. "She didn't spill her drink, Mr. Lewis," Greta clarified. "She'd already finished it. I saw it! She was going to throw her empty cup away, so she couldn't have spilled it."
"That's not true!" Maddy glared at her, wanting to leap out of her seat... Until she felt a presence standing over her. Her cheeks burned as she turned forward, saw the teacher towering in front of her desk, staring down at her, at her apparent accident.
Even knowing it was all a lie, that she hadn't peed herself, Maddelyn couldn't keep her cheeks from turning bright red, being faced with him. He really was hot, and she wasn't that much younger than him... Maybe there could be something between them... At least, if he didn't think she was some pathetic pants-wetter.
"I-I didn't," she shook her head.
"Ms. Young," he spoke at last, Maddy bracing herself for the worst, "I can tell that you've been... not feeling well... today."
Maddelyn nodded, certain from the way he'd said it that he knew exactly what was wrong with her, that he was choosing not to say it, or report her for underage drinking, perhaps because he felt the same about her as she did about him. "Y-Yeah," she agreed. "Y-You're right."
"Why don't we chalk it up to that?" he suggested. "Class is almost over for the day anyway. Why don't you head on home and get some rest so we don't have a repeat tomorrow?"
"O-Okay!" she smiled gratefully, standing up, blushing as the rest of the class saw the wet spot on her crotch and laughed, meekly grabbing her bag and shuffling for the door.
"My dad is a custodian," Maddy heard Nadia say as she hurried out into the hall, wanting to get to her car before the other classes let out. "I know where he keeps his supplies... I can get this cleaned up for you, sir."
Maddelyn had fumed for the rest of the day at that. Not only had the girl humiliated her, she'd take the opportunity to try to butter up Mr. Lewis, too! As if she'd have a chance with him...
Still, she thought, turnabout was fair play. Nadia and Greta had done some stuff for her friends that was probably just as embarrassing, if not more... And this was only summer school. There weren't nearly as many people around to see.
That was small comfort when, the next day, Nadia did the exact same thing again. "Mr. Lewis!" she declared this time. "It happened again!"
"No, it didn't!" Maddy shot up, not caring about showing off her wet pants as she stood up to the girl. She had forgotten, however, how much shorter she was than her, her small she felt in comparison when her friends weren't around to back her up.
"Ms. Young," Mr. Lewis sighed.
Maddelyn fidgeted, the teacher's tone making it obvious who he believed. "No," she insisted. "I-It's not...! Smell it!"
The rest of the class was unable to keep from giggling at that, as Mr. Lewis raised an eyebrow. "No, I don't think I will, young lady," he told her. "Ms. Campbell, will you show her where the cleaning supplies are? She ought to clean up her own mess today before she goes home, and I mark her as absent."
"B-But...!" Maddy whined. "I'm not absent! It's not my fault!"
"You can't spend the rest of the class in wet pants," Mr. Lewis said. "And you're going to miss too much today if you leave now. So, unless you want to see what spare clothes the nurse can let you borrow..."
"No," Maddy shook her head, nose wrinkling. She'd seen the kind of things the nurse had, and they were not only ugly, the thought of the kinds of kids who needed her spare clothes, who had worn them before her, made her skin crawl.
"I didn't think so."
Absences at summer school were no joke... Mr. Lewis had made it very clear that accumulating three would mean an F in the class, and if that happened, Maddy could kiss her hopes of going to college that fall goodbye. And she knew her friends had plans for at least one three-day weekend trip that she'd have to use one of her absences to be able to join them on. So she wasn't in a great mood as Nadia led her down the hall to the custodian's closet.
"This isn't funny!" she pouted. "You have to stop this right now!"
"Oh, I think it's hilarious," Nadia countered. "And who's going to stop me, Maddy? You, all on your lonesome? Not so tough without your friends, are you?"
Thankfully, despite that threat, Nadia and Greta left her alone the next day, giving her a false sense of security so that, the next time they did it, it was even more infuriating.
"Ms. Young!" Mr. Lewis scolded when Nadia 'tattled' on her. "This is the third time this week! My niece isn't even fully potty trained yet, and she pees her pants less than you!"
"I don't pee my pants!" Maddy stomped her feet in frustration and humiliation, mortified that this teacher she had a crush on would dare compare her to his toddler-aged niece.
"Yes, you do," he stared her right in the eye, Maddy's knees going weak as she sat back down in the puddle of lemonade, almost feeling as if it must be true if he'd said it with such authority. "And you keep disrupting my class. I have tried to be patient, but this is getting ridiculous!"
"I-I'll go to the nurse," she offered quietly, not wanting to burn through her second absence already, and trying to prove she was making an effort, and a sacrifice.
"No, you won't," Mr. Lewis sighed. "She isn't here today."
Maddelyn's eyes darted towards Nadia and Greta, wondering if they'd known that. Nadia's dad worked at the school, so it was very possible she did, and that was why she'd skipped a day, waited until today to do this. "Well, what am I supposed to do, then?" she sulked.
"I have an idea," Greta announced. "My older sister actually works next door at the preschool. I bet she'd let us borrow one of their diapers."
Maddelyn had barely been able to process what she'd heard. "A d-di..." Her face burned, hearing the rest of the students begin to laugh at her once more. "No!"
"You know what?" Mr. Lewis said. "That sounds like a perfect idea, Ms. Mitchell. That way, Ms. Young here can have all the accidents she wants and it won't disrupt the rest of the class, or have any more absences."
"No!" Maddy repeated. "I won't!"
"Fine," Mr. Lewis shrugged. "Then you're going home with two absences, young lady."
Maddy gritted her teeth, but stood her ground. "Fine!" She grabbed her bag, stomping out of the school in a huff.
It was no surprise why she had the dream, not after she'd told her friends she couldn't go on the trip with them, and they'd started telling her about how great Darius's uncle's summer house - the one they'd be borrowing for the weekend - was, sending her pictures of the pool... She'd been so jealous, imagining herself lounging by it in her new yellow bikini, the one she hadn't even had the chance to wear yet as she drifted off into an angry sleep...
She'd still been there in her dream, watching her friends swimming, splashing one another. She was surprised to see Mr. Lewis there as well, in a pair of swim trunks, chest bare and glistening with sunblock. She couldn't resist smiling at him, waving from the other side of the pool, ready to go join him...
And then, in came Nadia and Greta. "Don't worry, Mr. Lewis!" they giggled. "We'll take care of her!"
"Let me go!" she protested, fighting back uselessly. "Hey, help!" she called to her friends, who all ignored her as the pair yanked off her bikini bottoms, pulled out a thick, white diaper, taping her into it right in front of everyone. "This isn't fair! I don't need...!"
She gasped, hand shooting to her crotch with a loud crinkle. "Oh, my God," she whimpered. "I-I'm...!"
"See, Mr. Young?" Nadia yelled. "She is a baby!"
"No, I'm not!" Maddy kicked her feet. "I'm not a baby! I'm not!" She curled her hands into fists, hitting the beach towel she was sitting on, feet flailing, all the while her body shrank, grew chubby, until, finally, she truly was nothing more than a toddler throwing a tantrum, in front of her friends, her teacher, her bullies...
When she woke up, she knew she had to talk to Mrs. Hughes. She couldn't let this go any further, couldn't let that happen in any form. She wasn't going to let herself be put back in diapers! She was nineteen! She was one class away from graduating, from going off the college! She wasn't a baby!
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"So, you see?" Maddy squirmed in her chair. "N-None of it was my fault..."
"That's an interesting story," the principal told her.
"I-It's true!" Maddelyn insisted. "They hate me, a-and they want to humiliate me, and it isn't fair! I didn't even do anything to them! It was my friends!"
"Everyone is just out to get you, huh?" Mrs. Hughes asked.
Maddy groaned. "They are!" she whined, annoyed that, clearly, the principal was taking Greta and Nadia's side, too...
"I'll tell you what, young lady," Mrs. Hughes said. "I'll consider believing you..."
"Really?" Maddelyn sat up excitedly.
"Really," the principal nodded. "But first, I need to lift your skirt and show me the state of your panties."
Maddy's eyes widened. "Wh-What?!" Was Mrs. Hughes seriously going to give her a panty inspection?!
"You've been squirming around an awful lot, young lady," Mrs. Hughes pointed out. "I've raised children, I know what that can mean... So, I want you to show me that you haven't had an accident, and then I'll believe your story. If not, then I'm going to have to assume that you're lying, and agree with Mr. Lewis's plan for dealing with you... After I wash your mouth out with soap for wasting my time with such an absurd story."
Maddy gulped, fingers tightening around the fabric of her skirt. "B-But..."
"Now!" Mrs. Hughes snapped.
It was truly unfortunate that, between her awful nightmare, and her anxiety over facing the principal, telling her everything that had happened, Maddy had her first actual accident then. It hadn't even been that much, really, a trickle of wetness into her panties... But it was enough to cast doubt on her entire story, to earn her not only a trip to Mrs. Hughes's private bathroom to spend a long while staring at herself in the mirror, eyes red from crying, bar of soap clamped between her teeth, but also one over the woman's knees first.
"I forgot," Mrs. Hughes smirked. "You're an adult now, aren't you? You may not be acting like one, but that's all the more reason to punish you properly, young lady, now that I can."
Her bottom was still pink the next day, her mouth still full of the taste of the suds. She felt like a little girl, one who genuinely couldn't keep her pants dry, as she packed her bag, putting in an extra pair of panties, an extra skirt, but if it saved her from being put into a diaper, she could live with that.
She'd sat out in her car for as long as she dared, not wanting to go into the school, to face her classmates or her teacher, though she knew she couldn't push it too far, risk getting that third absence and an F. She was on time, but the last one to arrive, trudging back to her usual spot... Only to be called up to Mr. Lewis's desk immediately.
"Y-Yes, sir?" she asked, walking back to the front of the room, breath catching in her throat as she saw the object sitting on his desk, folded up neatly, so thick, so bulky, the plastic coating it catching the classroom's fluorescent lights. She knew what it was right away, and knew who it was for.
"N-No," she whimpered. "I-I brought a change... I-I have spare clothes, so i-if it happens again..." She didn't even care that saying it that way sounded like she was admitting to it, that she was too flustered to say 'if Nadia and Greta do it again.'
"No," Mr. Lewis cut her off. "You had your chances, young lady. I won't have you disrupting my class any more... From now on, I'm only allowing you to come to class if you're wearing one of these."
"That's not fair!" Maddy stomped her foot. "I'm not a baby! I don't need diapers! I won't! I won't, I won't, I won't!"
"You're certain your sister doesn't mind, Ms. Mitchell?" Mr. Lewis asked, Greta shaking her head with a grin. "Then would you and Ms. Campbell take her over there once she's done with her tantrum? I've had enough of her."
Maddy would have stood no chance against Nadia and Greta even if she hadn't tired herself out, stomping and fuming. They had no trouble escorting her over to the preschool, handing her off to Ms. Gabby, Greta's older sister.
"So," Gabby chuckled, taking Maddelyn's hand, "this is the pants-wetter, huh?"
"No, I'm not," Maddy protested, barely getting the words out before a pacifier was pushed into her mouth, silencing her.
"Don't worry," Gabby grinned. "I'm going to take very good care of you for the rest of the summer."
"The rest of summer?" Maddy burbled behind her paci.
"Yes, sweetie," Gabby told her, bending down to look her in the eye. "Your teacher and your principal talked to me, and we agreed that you were going to stay here for the rest of your summer school... All you need to do is pass one assignment, and they'll let you graduate."
"Wh-What's the assignment?" Maddelyn asked nervously.
"All you have to do," Gabby tapped her on the nose, "is prove you're potty trained."
As humiliating as this whole thing was - especially Gabby letting Greta and Nadia put her into her first diaper, dragging her back to the changing table to strip her, laying out the bulky, crinkly diaper underneath her, powdering her up, taping her snugly into it - Maddy knew that she could handle that, at least. After all, she'd only had one accident, really, and with Nadia and Greta off in a whole other school, there was no way they could make it look like she'd had any more.
Or so she'd assumed as she spent her first day at preschool, running around in just a shirt and diaper, feeling absolutely ridiculous as she was 'taught' her alphabet, as she ate her snack of baby carrots and cheese sticks with her hands, as she pondered having to come here and do this every day, assuming that her absences carried over, that if she missed a single day, she would flunk, and have to spend another semester at high school, with Greta and Nadia, and none of her own friends... And then nap time came around, and, as much as she whined about not being tired, she quickly drifted off, hugging the teddy bear Ms. Gabby had given her to her chest, paci firmly in her mouth.
She didn't notice it when she woke up, not immediately. She could tell something was off, something wasn't quite right, though she couldn't place it at first. There was plenty to choose from, to be fair... Being in a crib was one, as well as having a pacifier in her mouth - even if she had to admit she didn't mind the feel of it that much - not to mention wearing a diaper, the thickness of it between her thighs a constant reminder of its presence, as well as the sounds it made whenever she moved...
But something else was happening when she moved, too. She groaned, wrinkling her nose, wiggling her bottom again to confirm. She reached back in confusion, feeling something squishy in the seat of her pants, something lumpy and mushy. It took an almost embarrassing amount of time before it hit her what it was, because it was so infantile, so out of the realm of reality, that it hadn't occurred to her as a possibility until then.
"Oh, no," she whimpered into her paci, cuddling her teddy bear even tighter as she stared up at the bars around her, panic overwhelming her as she wondered if she could climb out, get changed before anyone found her like this. She had, of course, stayed dry until now, was doing a good job with her potty training chart... And now, somehow, she'd done something far more babyish than anything Greta and Nadia had framed her for before, and in her sleep on top of it.
One day in, and she'd already proven that she was, in fact not potty trained, that she deserved to be in these diapers. If Mr. Lewis, or Mrs. Hughes, found out about this, she couldn't blame them for assuming her story was fake, that she really had wet herself... This was so much worse than that...
It didn't matter how well she did for the rest of the summer, she knew. That one black mark would be enough to keep her from passing this 'class,' and, to be honest, rightfully so in her mind. She had to get out of this... But as soon as she sat up, her bottom sank into the mess, squelching between her legs, and she immediately burst into tears, too mortified and scared to do anything else.
"Uh-oh," Ms. Gabby said as she came over to check on her. "What happened here?"
"I-I didn't mean to!" Maddy wailed.
"Of course you didn't," Ms. Gabby stroked her hair. "That's why it's called an accident. Let's get you cleaned up, sweetie, and then I'll write you a note to give to your Mommy and Daddy to tell them about what you did."
"B-But..." Maddy sniffled. Her parents were already going to be so disappointed in her when they found out she wouldn't be graduating after all... If they discovered it was because she was having accidents, what would they do?! Would they make her wear diapers at home, too? Would they even let her go back to high school next semester to finish up her last class, or would they make her stay here, where she so clearly fit in better, where she seemed to belong?!
"No buts," Ms. Gabby told her gently. "And no trying to be sneaky... I want both your Mommy and Daddy to sign the note before you bring it back tomorrow so I know they've seen it. I'll send you home with some spare diapers, just in case."
"B-But..." Maddy whined.
"No," Ms. Gabby repeated, a bit more sternly. "It's time for you to take responsibility for your actions, young lady."
Maddy gulped, nursing her paci, and nodded. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she accepted finally... Though she still hid her face as Ms. Gabby ripped open her diaper, not able to face that humiliating sight... Thus missing out on discovering that, like all but one of her former ones, this accident had been fake, too, that Gabby had let her bullies, done with their summer school classes by then, in to check on her during naptime. Nadia had giggled and snapped photos of her, while Greta slipped off to the kitchen, returning with a freshly-made bowl of oatmeal that they let cool before dumping it into the back of Maddy's diaper.
Gabby had planned on telling her the whole thing once she saw that, chalking it up as her sister's final bit of revenge, but the girl kept her face hidden, apparently too upset to realize the truth, to notice that her 'mess' didn't stink. And, to confirm that, as soon as the new diaper was taped into place, Maddy sat up, sniffling, and begged, "Y-You don't really hafta tell Mommy and Daddy, do you? A-And you don't hafta put it on my chart, right?"
Greta might have been satisfied with that last act of revenge... But Gabby had heard all the stories her sister had told her about the way Maddy and her friends had treated her. Maddy didn't seem like a terrible kid... If she spent a little more time here, maybe Gabby could teach her to be better, to never do that sort of thing again...
"Sorry, Maddy," she shrugged. "I'm afraid you left me no choice but to do both of those."
Maddy pouted, but she nodded anyway, resignedly. "I-I understand, Ms. Gabby," she said quietly.
Gabby smiled, looking down at Maddy's diaper. "See? If you'd just done this in the first place, you could have stayed a big girl."
"Huh?" Maddy blinked, cheeks darkening as Ms. Gabby reached down and gave her diaper a slightly squishy pat.
"If you'd worn your diapers and wet them like a good girl," Gabby clarified. "Now you're going to be doing it anyway, but as a sweet little preschooler instead of a senior. Isn't that right?"
Maddy stared down at herself, at the slowly spreading wet spot on her fresh diaper, her second - though third, as far as she knew - true accident, proving further how much she belonged here. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she agreed meekly.
"That's a good girl," Ms. Gabby praised her. "If you keep this up, I'll even let you put the stickers on your potty training chart yourself! Won't that be fun?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am," Maddy nodded numbly, a bad feeling welling up inside her tummy that she would be doing an awful lot of that over the next few months... If not longer.
