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Chapter Three

Raven

The next morning, I woke up to dry pull-ups. Thank God. Four accidents in a row would have been a terrible personal record to ‘achieve.’

My morning routine was a lot less involved when I didn’t have to deal with carefully wrapping up the wet padding to dispose of on the way to school. I could also reuse the layers the following evening. In order to hide this problem from my entire family, I had to use my own money to buy pull-ups, and made the trip to the pharmacy myself. I always went to one at least thirty minutes away from our house, to minimize the risk of anyone recognizing me; even then, I made sure to keep the embarrassing purchase out of sight save for when I awkwardly handed the pack to the cashier.

The start to my school day was also a lot better when I didn’t have to stop by the nurse’s office before my first class. That, and Monday sucked in general when it came to school. Similar to the previous morning, I ran into some nerdy girl on the way to class and used her for a minute or two of entertainment. That kind of fun always helped to wake me up.

On the way to lunch, I noticed Maxine heading towards the handicap bathroom. I was assuming. Nothing else was really down that hall, plus I could see an unpopular girl like her wanting a more private space to do her business. Obviously, someone had to teach her a lesson. That bathroom was for people that actually needed it! For shame, Maxine.

Breaking off from my squadmates, telling them I’d catch up to them soon, I fast-walked around the corner in order to catch up with the awkward blonde. Just as she reached the door, I got her attention. “I’m coming with you, Maxie,” I said. A little privacy couldn’t hurt, when it was the middle of the day and I could only get away with so much otherwise.

She turned in response to my voice, looking less worried than I expected. Then again, she was on her feet, compared to what I sprung on her yesterday. Huffing out a sigh, she stepped into the bathroom and made no effort to close the door before I could follow her inside. She probably knew better than to try something like that.

“So, I was thinking-” I started to say, only to cut myself off when I saw that there were two other girls already in the private bathroom. Chloe and Nikki. I only knew their names because there were only so many twins at our school. Not that they particularly looked like twins, unlike their similar appearance years ago. “What the fuck is this?” I asked, recovering quickly from the surprise. Sure, they outnumbered me, but it wasn’t as if that gave them any real power. The entirety of the cheer squad outnumbered them, and wouldn’t hesitate in the slightest to take revenge on my behalf if these brats tried anything.

“I know about your diapers, Raven,” Maxine said.

What the actual fuck?

That threw me off more than the presence of her nerdy friends being there. How would someone like Maxine come even close to figuring that out? If anything, my sister had been my biggest concern, with my cheerleading friends being a close second. Basically, anyone who had access to my bedroom. Even then, I hid the babyish underwear very well; it would take some serious snooping to find that, and no one would have access to my room for that long or dare to go through my stuff so intensely.

Also, I didn’t wear diapers! They were pull-ups. For whatever reason, there was a difference in my mind, with the former being worse for a girl my age.

It sounded like Maxine already knew, somehow. Hopefully the look on my face didn’t further give me away. “My what?” I asked, forcing out an amused scoff. After all, isn’t that how a cheerleader would react to such an absurd and out of the blue suggestion.

“Your diapers,” Maxine repeated. She was clearly making an effort to be confident, leaning on the mortifying information she somehow had in order to stay strong. “You’ve been wetting the bed. A lot. Admit it, or the whole school will learn about your little secret.”

Absolutely not. There was no way in hell I was going to say anything like that out loud, when she and/or the others might be recording this. I couldn’t see any phones, though there was always the possibility that they were just recording audio. If there was one thing I had learned over the years as a cheerleader, it was to always be a little paranoid about saying or doing anything that might be posted on social media later.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said, crossing my arms with a bit of an eyeroll, “That’s the best you and your loser friends can come up with? Believe it or not, everyone else got over short jokes years ago.” Sure, maybe the occasional immature boy would poke fun at my height in middle school, but that was quite the rarity at my age. Of course, this wasn’t actually about my size; I was just spinning it that way to deflect the truth of Maxine’s claims.

Not backing down, Maxine said, “I saw it on the nurse’s computer, and took pictures to prove it. Oh, and there’s this.” She pulled out her phone, stepping forward and showing me a picture of myself.

It was from a recent football game, where I was top of the pyramid with my leg raised high. Maxine had zoomed in to my stretch, where there was a thick diaper visible underneath the mini-skirt that was fully riding up from such a position.

“That’s totally fake,” I snapped. I had never worn the pull-ups outside my bedroom, and especially wouldn’t do so in my cheer uniform. We wore short spanks that were the exact same color as the skirt, which is how girls like me could do splits and leg lifts and so many other tricks. Also, the diapers in the picture were clearly different from the padding I wore to bed.

At the same time, it looked real. This was more subtle than some crappy photoshoot job. The diapers were only so visible, and were only noticeable thanks to how Maxine had zoomed in. That made it more believable than if she had done something more glaringly obvious that anyone would have seen while scrolling through social media the day after the game.

“Looks pretty real to me,” one of the twins said, “And I was at that game. I totally saw you flash your diapers a few times.”

“Mm hmm,” the other nodded, “I was there, too.”

“Bullshit,” I said, rolling my eyes for real the second time around. As for which sister was which, I had no idea. It didn’t matter that one had much shorter hair, when I hadn’t spoken to either of them in forever. “How about you delete that fake photo, and drop this whole stupid thing? Unless you want your life to be hell for the rest of the year.”

“You already make her life hell,” the longer haired twin said.

“It’s fine, Nikki,” Maxine said. She crossed her arms, mirroring my position. Taking a small breath before continuing, demonstrating just how much effort it was to stand up to me, she said, “There’s no point in denying it, Raven. I literally saw your file. The photo is just insurance. If you don’t admit that you’re a bedwetter, I’ll send it to everyone I know and let them decide whether you wore diapers to a football game or not. I’ll share the pictures I took of Nurse Tessa’s computer, too.”

I definitely didn’t want that to happen. Three unpopular girls would have enough contacts for that kind of content/gossip to start spreading until it overlapped with some of the social circles that I actually cared about. Even if I could work my magic and brush off the accusations, something that embarrassingly unique would probably follow me to graduation no matter what I did. The occasional cheerleader asking if I was wearing my protection before a game, the curious glances of classmates who might or might not end up believing my excuses.

It didn’t help that the bedwetting was real. Pushing back against Maxine’s blackmail was more of a challenge when we both knew that she wasn’t just making this up out of the blue.

“I’m not admitting anything,” I stubbornly said, “And I have places to be.”

“Then how about this?” Maxine replied, “You don’t want to admit it? Fine. Then you can do something else to keep this between us.”

The fact that I didn’t immediately storm out of the secluded bathroom was probably somewhat telling. “Get to the fucking point,” I muttered. Whether I was in public or in private, keeping up my attitude was second nature by now. Especially when dealing with a brat who had gotten her hands on some information that was never supposed to see the light of day.

Maxine glanced at the twins for a second, likely for support, then turned back to me again. “Go to the nurse and ask her to diaper you. Tell her you’re worried about having an accident at school, or whatever.”

“Fuck off,” I scoffed. Wearing diapers at school? In this skirt? Not a chance.

“It’s your call, Raven,” she said, “Meet me back here after First Period, in diapers, and I’ll keep your secret. If you don’t show, I’ll show everyone that you’re a bedwetter. Whether you’re willing to admit it or not.”

Bitch. Rather than giving her the satisfaction of seeing any hint of conflict on my face, I swiveled on my heel and walked away.

I left the bathroom, made my way back to the main hall, and then . . . I wasn’t sure where to go. While I kept my cool for the most part in front of Maxine and her friends, there was a lot of inner turmoil I was feeling. Either way, I was fucking screwed. Provided she wasn’t bluffing, I’d have to deal with those pictures circulating well before noon. That wasn’t nearly enough time to come up with a cover story, or to somehow figure out a way to preemptively undermine the damning evidence before she could share it with the world.

The alternative? Getting diapered. How the hell would I hide something like that, when simply the act of sitting down would risk showing the padding to anyone paying attention to me? The pull-ups I wore to bed were annoyingly thick, and I was familiar enough with how they sat on my body at this point. Honestly, it was possible that simply walking around in a diaper would cause the awkward bulk to peek out from underneath my skirt.

FUCK.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t scream or make a scene in the middle of the school hallway. I also only had so much time before my first class, although it wouldn’t be the end of the world if I was late. Regardless, I was actually considering going to the nurse. Because a nerdy brat told me to. Whether Maxine intended it or not, the time pressure was the biggest issue at the moment. I needed to make a choice, and doing nothing wouldn’t end well for me. If anything, playing her game for the time being would give me the time I needed to figure out how to deal with her bullshit.

I was so worried about the act of wearing a diaper around school that I hadn’t stopped to consider the effort required to put it on in the first place until I stepped into Nurse Tessa’s office. Visiting her on a Tuesday was already out of the ordinary for me, and that was before getting into the rest of it. Thankfully, no one else was in there at the moment.

When she asked what she could help me with, I reluctantly replied with the lie I had come up with over the last few seconds. “Could I get a pull-up to change into? Just in case. I had to rush to the bathroom yesterday afternoon, and want to play it safe today.” Responsible. Mature. Ideally, brushing past the implication about how I almost had an accident at school. Most importantly, all I needed was the protective padding; I could deal with putting it on myself.

Or so I thought.

Tessa made sure no one was within earshot, then informed me that she only had diapers available. And, per policy, most of the supplies she kept stocked in her office had to be administered by her. Even bandaids. “If it helps, putting on diapers is a lot more efficient when someone else does it. There’s also a chance they won’t be as tight as they’re supposed to be if you do it yourself, whether you have experience with them or not.

I didn’t. My time was too valuable to worry about babysitting. And did I really have to lie down and let the school nurse diaper me? Though Tessa was always professional, including right now, that still didn’t mean I was eager to strip down and have someone help me with my underwear as if I were a child.

“Fine, whatever,” I huffed.

How on earth did Maxine learn about my situation? As far as I could tell, Nurse Tessa was discreet about everything. And yet, somehow, another student saw the file that only the young woman before me should have had access to. Was Maxine able to hack the school’s system, or did one of her friends know how to do that? I didn’t know enough about computers to compare Photoshop skills to whatever was involved with hacking.

I was led to a private room off to the side, where I was instructed to remove both my underwear and my skirt. Apparently it wasn’t as easy as lifting the latter; that, or Tessa was still shooting for the most efficient method. She gave me a minute to undress in solitude as she went to get one of the diapers she had stored somewhere.

Maybe I had a spare outfit in my car? Probably not. At best, I might have a spare cheer uniform in the trunk. Wearing that on a random Tuesday would draw more attention than I was going to want while wearing the mortifying padding, plus that skirt was hardly better than the one I had worn to school today.

A minute or two later, during which I was constantly considering changing my mind and backing out of the coming process, Tessa returned and closed the door behind her. At least I would be getting total privacy from any other student who was stopping by the nurse’s office for whatever reason.

“Okay,” Tessa said, “Just lie back, for now. This will be quick, I promise. It’s much easier diapering a girl your age!”

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