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Chapter Four

This was literally the most awkward and embarrassing moment of my entire life.

Sure, I had been undressed for physicals and doctor appointments. And I changed for cheerleading on a regular basis, though I was a little more careful in the locker room with how I slightly padded my bras. But all of that was totally routine, unlike what I was currently going through with Nurse Tessa.

To her credit, she did her best to make the process feel as normal as it could under the circumstances. After sliding the padding underneath me, she remained by my left side and told me that I could use my hand and/or my thigh for modesty. “Before I pin you up in the diapers, we need to apply some talcum powder. Whether you have an accident or not, you’ll probably sweat a little more in these than you would in your usual underwear.”

As in, baby powder? Her attempt to make it sound more medical didn’t help anything, when I knew exactly what she meant. Then there was the other part. “Diapers?” I asked. Sure, I wore multiple layers at night. The difference was, I didn’t actually plan on having a daytime accident, despite what I had to say in order to make this happen. All thanks to fucking Maxine.

“Yes,” Tessa nodded, “For a girl your age, two layers will be best. Just in case. That way, if you do have an accident, there will be way less of a risk of leaking.”

“But, someone might see!” I said. One diaper was already bad enough, with the skirt I had for the day.

Unfortunately, Tessa was more concerned with the protection I didn’t actually need than my outfit. “You’ll be fine, Raven. If you’d like, I can check the Lost & Found for you. Whether you like it or not, you need two layers. Okay?”

As badly as I wanted to argue the point, I didn’t exactly feel the most confident when I was bottomless and sitting on what were apparently multiple diapers. I had also already lied and told the nurse that I was worried about a daytime accident, and was on the hook to follow through on what I had started. Until I figured out how to deal with Maxine’s bullshit, I had to suffer through what Tessa thought was best for my nonexistent concern.

“Fine,” I muttered. While I could intimidate pretty much any girl at school, that only applied to students. In terms of her offer, I was actually considering it. Although would there even be anything for me to wear? It’s not as if someone would lose something like a skirt they were wearing, unless it was a second outfit they left lying around or whatever.

Nurse Tessa grabbed the bottle of powder, pouring a bit more than I expected over my crotch and onto the padding below. “You can spread it around yourself, if you’d like,” she said, “There’s a sink in the other room to rinse your hands afterwards.”

Similar to the modesty she gave me from the angle she was taking, I was on the same page in terms of preferring to touch myself down there when I could do the simple task just as easily as her.

Once that was done, Tessa wrapped the first diaper around me, making it more tight than I expected before taping it up. Did I seriously need two? A single diaper already felt about as bulky as the double pull-ups I wore to bed. Before I could find the words to explain as much, she was repeating the process with the second layer.

“There,” she said, once the outer diaper was secure, “How does that feel?”

SO thick. My thighs couldn’t quite close all the way, and something as simple as swiveling to sit on the edge of the cot made me immediately feel a bit self conscious about how much was between me and the surface underneath me. There was no way I’d be able to ignore the babyish underwear when seated at a desk, or anywhere else for that matter. The same was true for standing, as I figured out when I got to my feet.

“Do I really need two?” I asked, echoing my previous sentiment, “This is too much.”

“It’s for your own good, Raven,” she said, “You’ll thank me if you end up having an accident. Hopefully that won’t happen, of course! Now, why don’t you get dressed and see if that works. If not, I’ll see if I can find something else for you to wear.”

Well, I wasn’t going to argue about covering up the humiliating underwear. Though the door was closed, and it was just me and the nurse, I was still incredibly nervous about the fact that I was wearing nothing but diapers below the waist. If anyone saw me like this, I was fucked.

Luckily, this was a skirt with a stretchy waistband. If it were one with a zipper, like what I had worn a couple days ago, there was no way it would fit while I was wearing diapers.

The skirt wasn’t . . . quite as bad as I was expecting. As in, it covered the awkward bulk, mostly. I could walk around without the red garment riding up and exposing what was underneath. Sitting was another matter entirely. When I did, the white bulk noticeably poked out, even when I gripped the hem and tried to tug it down for a little extra coverage.

Nurse Tessa reminded me that most of my school day would involve sitting at a desk. But that didn’t account for those sitting to my left and right who could potentially notice, especially when the white of the diapers clashed with the color of my skirt. “It’s your call,” she said, “Do you want me to see if I can find an alternative?”

Not really. My skirt was an important part of the outfit I had chosen for the day; even if there happened to be something in the Lost & Found that fit me, I doubted some random girl’s clothing item would work with the rest of my ensemble. Which would only draw unwanted attention to me. So would being late to class, which was bound to happen if I stuck around the nurse’s office for too long.

I decided it was fine. With a tactical placement of my purse, I could get away with the day’s classes. And skipping lunch wasn’t that out of character for me, when I’d sometimes spend that time with Adrian, or working on a new routine with a teammate.

After being told to check in after school, now that I was wearing diapers during the day, I left the private room and her office. I could feel the padding with every single step, and I really didn’t appreciate Tessa’s suggestion that this was going to be more than a one time thing. As soon as I put Maxine back in her place, I would change back into the panties that were now stuffed into a pocket in my backpack.

Now I just had to get through First Period without being caught, then confront the unpopular brat between classes.

It didn’t matter that I had checked myself out in the mirror after being diapered. I could only be so rational when one wrong move would obliterate my reputation. Though I knew that walking around was fine, I still felt the need to tug at the hem of my skirt pretty much any time somebody glanced my way. The last time I had felt this self conscious was over five years ago, when my mother picked out some hideous dress for an event that was thankfully out of state. That wasn’t the case right now. My skirt/tank top combo was super cute, and I really needed to stop fidgeting. Anything I did that was out of character was bound to draw unwanted attention to me.

“Where have you been?” Heather asked, “You totally missed some sophomore girl having a meltdown at her locker. Her boyfriend dumped her, or whatever.”

Out of pure habit, I smirked and said, “Poor brat. Making a scene like that isn’t the way to score a new boy.”

I needed to act like myself. Gossiping with cheerleading friends like Heather, pretending like everything was totally normal. As if I wasn’t wearing padding that was so thick that it prevented me from fully closing my thighs.

The upside to nearly being late to class was the bell rang less than a minute later. Sitting like I had practiced back in the nurse’s office, I couldn’t help but wince as I felt my skirt naturally shifting from the new position. Normally, that would be fine; I didn’t mind showing off a little thigh. Now, I was hyper aware of just how much was visible down there, and I made sure my purse was perfectly positioned to obscure the diapers from anyone who happened to be checking me out.

Guys in my grade had a habit of stealing not so subtle glances at me and the other cheerleaders. They were going to be my biggest concern over the next hour or so, though there were possibly girls who would appreciate my outfit.

I was barely paying attention to our teacher, which wasn’t that out of the ordinary. Cheerleading at my level was more than enough to score a spot at our state college; I really didn’t care if I got a C in some boring history class. Normally, I’d be texting, or brainstorming a gymnastics sequence to try after school. Today, my focus was purely on Maxine and my current situation.

In any other circumstance, my response would be to bring back-up with me. Some nerdy brat wants to stand her ground for once against one of the popular girls? We’ll remind her what happens when you screw with the world order.

Not in this case. I had to do this alone. Having any other cheerleader there would be a liability, when Maxine could simply reveal the very leverage that sent me to the nurse for daytime ‘protection’ in the first place. I couldn’t risk anyone on my squad learning about any of this, especially when I was literally wearing diapers. Any doubt would immediately be erased upon looking underneath my skirt; girls like Heather or Ashley would have no qualms about checking without waiting for permission.

I was also well aware that I was playing right into Maxine’s hands. Whatever she had in mind, I wasn’t going to be at my most confident or most intimidating when it was impossible to ignore the padding between my thighs. And I was probably going to be outnumbered again, assuming she brought those twins as back-up. But what else could I do? It didn’t sound like she was bluffing. If I didn’t show up, wearing diapers, she would have no reason to keep those pictures to herself.

One way or another, she was going to be a bitch about the bedwetting she had discovered.

When the bell rang, I made an excuse to my squadmates about how I was going to try and find Adrian between classes. Normally, I’d just stick with the girls I shared Second Period with. There was a lot of overlap when it came to the cheerleaders’ schedule, since I wasn’t alone in taking less advanced courses. As long as I got my degree, I didn’t really care about the rest.

The private bathroom was annoyingly far away from my first class. It felt even further when walking around in diapers, which required a conscious effort to keep my stride normal-looking. I also had no fucking plan. An hour hadn’t been enough to come up with anything useful, mostly since I had no idea what Maxine wanted.

Nikki was waiting outside the bathroom. The longer haired twin, as I had noted earlier. Like we were in some cliché movie or something, she gave a couple knocks to the door as I approached.

Her sister opened the door a few seconds later, at which point Maxine invited me in. “Let’s go, Raven. Unlike you, I don’t like skipping class.”

I reluctantly stepped into the bathroom. It was the only way to keep those pictures isolated to the brat’s phone, and I had already come this far.

“Well?” she asked, “Did you do it? Nikki?”

Before I could process Maxine’s glance to the sister who had just closed and locked the door behind us, Nikki gripped my skirt and gave it a good yank.

While the stretchy waistband was useful for underwear that wasn’t nearly as thin or comfortable as my panties, it was my enemy for the very same reason. I gasped as Nikkie pantsed me, whisking the skirt all the way down to my knees. Me. A cheerleader. No one had ever dared to try something like that with me, both because of who I was and how that was more of an immature thing guys did to each other, rather than girls.

“Hey!” I snapped, belatedly trying to cover up.

Of course, it was way too late for that. “Oh, my God!” Maxine exclaimed, “You’re actually wearing a diaper! Chloe?”

“Got it,” Chloe grinned. Her phone was aimed at me, either recording this or snapping photos.

“Don’t you fucking dare!” I exclaimed, “Delete that shit, right now!”

“Language,” Maxine teased, clearly unfazed by my raised voice, “A diapered girl shouldn’t be swearing. Now, take that skirt the rest of the way off, unless you want everyone to see what I showed you before, plus the newest addition to my collection.”

This wasn’t fucking happening to me. Maxine seemed a lot more sure of herself this time around. Maybe all it took was getting through our interaction earlier. That, and seeing me in the padding I had spent the last hour or so trying to hide.

“I don’t think she’s going to be any fun,” Nikki said. She unlocked the bathroom door, and twisted the handle, “Should we just kick her out?”

“NO.” Practically whipping my head around at the sound of the door being opened, already picturing them ganging up on me and shoving me out of the bathroom with my skirt still around my ankles, I said, “Just- Just give me a second!” At the last moment, I tried to maintain my controlling facade.

It didn’t take much effort to slip my feet out of the skirt, though I hated the idea of the cute outfit piece sitting on the presumably dirty floor. Regardless of how often they cleaned the tile, it was still a high school bathroom.

The moment I was once again bottomless save for the diapers, just like in the nurse’s office, Nikki scooped up my skirt and re-locked the bathroom door.

“Okay,” Maxine said. She looked me up and down for a moment, pursing her lips in an annoyingly smug expression, “We’re going to have to make this quick. Like I said, I don’t want to miss class, or be late. You just need to do one little thing, then you can have your skirt back and get back to your diapered day.”

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