Raven’s Fall, Chapters 1-5

Chapter One

‘Not again.’

This was the third night in a row I had wet the bed.

I was eighteen years old, for fuck’s sake. Way too old to be having overnight accidents. The first time had been absolutely mortifying. It had been a random Thursday morning, which meant I couldn’t blame drinking too much the night before or anything like that. Waking up in soaked sheets was absolutely mortifying, not to mention disgusting. Stressful, too, when I had to wash them without my family realizing what I was up to or questioning why I was throwing my bedding into the washer before school.

Then it happened again on Sunday. It didn’t make any sense. For a moment, I suspected my younger sister, and went so far as to set up a hidden camera in my room in case she tried the gross prank a third time. Not that she had ever messed with me like that before; Rose was only a brat in that she was a total copycat when it came to my fashion and extracurriculars. However, everything would have been much easier if she was the one making this happen.

But she wasn’t. I woke up to another accident on Tuesday morning and, after showering and dealing with the mess, I checked the video footage and saw that no one had been in my room since I went to bed. For whatever reason, I was having semi-frequent bedwetting incidents, even when I tried to cut back on fluids after dinner.

Fast forward two weeks, and I was wearing pull-ups to bed every night.

No one knew. I had made a doctor appointment for myself, claiming that our cheerleading coach wanted all of the varsity girls to get an updated physical. My parents were fine with me doing stuff like that. I had my own car, and my busy social life meant that I came and went as I pleased most of the time anyway.

The doctor was useless. When her tests didn’t show anything, she simply advised me to keep a journal of both my bathroom trips and my overnight accidents. That, and to start wearing protection to bed. Then she referred me to my school’s nurse, who would log the data I collected for the next month.

That was exactly the opposite of what I wanted. The whole point of discreetly going to the doctor was to distance myself from anyone in my actual life finding out about the humiliating problem. While I didn’t know Nurse Tessa personally, I hated the idea of having to check in with someone at my school on a regular basis. Though Tessa assured me that she would keep everything from my parents if that was my preference, I was still required to actually track my bathroom trips. And every week, I had to tell her how often I wet the bed.

According to her, it was potentially stress-related, which was the stupidest thing I had ever heard. I was one of the most popular girls at our school. Head cheerleader, life of every party, and all that. The only thing causing me stress was the fact that I was wearing protective padding to bed, and using the pull-ups more often with every passing week.

Monday morning was bad enough by itself, and now I had to start the day in wet pull-ups. Seconds after I rolled out of bed, Rose gave a single knock to my door before letting herself in. “Hey!” she exclaimed, sounding annoyingly cheery for 6:30 AM, “Mom’s making pancakes. Do you want blueberry?”

“Oh my God, get out!” I snapped. My pajamas were tactical, though I was still nervous about the waistband of the babyish underwear sticking out of my waistband, or the bulk being somehow noticeable in the loose pants I wore to bed. The one perk of sleeping in pull-ups was that my sheets were dry, though the trade-off was that it took me forever to drift off; after years of panties, the padding was awkward and uncomfortable and had me constantly tossing and turning. That, and it wasn’t just about my underwear. Knocking didn’t mean that someone could just waltz into my room without waiting for me to respond.

“Sorry, Raven,” she muttered, “But, Mom said-”

“I don’t care!” I cut her off, “I’ve told you a thousand times. Knock first. Got it, brat?”

She blushed, muttering another apology before closing the door.

I sighed, rolling my eyes at Rose’s immaturity. In my current state, I had no patience for her. I desperately needed a shower, then had to go through my usual routine of quadruple bagging the dirty pull-ups so I could stop by a dumpster on the way to school and get rid of them without anyone seeing me.

Rose was also getting annoyingly close to my height, even though she was barely fifteen. I could only be so upset about my dimensions, when it made me the perfect size for the top of the pyramid. Smaller girls got to do all the fun flips and tricks, and no one would dare tease the head cheerleader when they had seen how ruthless I could be when other girls crossed me.

After rinsing off, I proceeded to make myself picture perfect for school. I was barely a B cup thanks to my petite frame, so I pretty much exclusively wore push-up bras and used inserts to give myself a bit more swell up there. My long black hair was easily one of my favorite features, and it didn’t take much work to make my dark locks look good. Finally, a cute crop top/skirt combo showed off my septum piercing and plenty of leg. While I had a boyfriend, I wasn’t below turning some heads whenever I walked into a room.

Blueberry pancakes did sound good. After stuffing the thoroughly wrapped pull-ups into their own section of my backpack, I went downstairs for a quick breakfast.

By now, Rose knew the drill. I’d ‘drive her to school’ to keep up appearances with our parents, but always dropped her off a quarter mile away from the parking lot. She knew better than to tattle on me, when I could do a lot worse to her if she tried to get me in trouble. Especially since she was on the JV squad, and I had tons of pull as the head cheerleader. Besides, it was better for both of us if we arrived separately. I could still have my independence, and didn’t have to be seen as responsible for my younger sister’s rides. And Rose could have her own arrival to school and do whatever with her friends before class. She’d get her license soon enough, and maybe her own car. Until then, she would have to either keep following my rules, or get a ride from a sophomore like I did when I was her age.

Pacific Grove High School was my kingdom. I was its queen. One of its queens, anyway. It was only natural for cheerleaders to be top of the social hierarchy, and seniority meant that basically everyone worshiped me and my squadmates. Girls wanted to be us. Guys wanted to fuck us. It was a good life, which is all the more reason ‘stress’ being a factor in my secret problem was ridiculous.

As I approached the school, I smirked when I caught a glimpse of Maxine crossing the parking lot. Speaking of girls who wished they could be more popular. Maxine’s short blonde hair was hardly doing her any favors, nor was the stack of books and binders in her arms. Her lack of confidence was painfully obvious, which is what made her amusing to mess with. She always folded so easily and, like Rose, knew better than to cross someone like me.

Quickening my pace, I made sure to stay just out of Maxine’s sight, eventually sneaking up behind her as she neared the edge of the parking lot. Sneaking up behind her, I waited until just the right moment to catch her back foot with my own as she stepped onto the curb.

The result was lovely. Maxine stumbled forward, and she was left with the choice of either dropping her books to catch herself on the way down, or crash completely. She kind of did both. Abandoning her armful of belongings at the last second, she ended up having a rough landing while simultaneously dropping her books and binders in a way that caused them to explode onto the pavement. I don’t know which part was more satisfying–the way her things skidded everywhere, or the awkward squeal she made upon falling.

I laughed at the sight for a moment, only to snap into bitchy cheerleading mode when she started to get up. “Ah, ah. Stay down, Maxie.” Pretty much all of us on the squad were able to flip that kind of switch; sometimes a bit of intensity was called for. “Don’t move, okay?” As if it were a question.

Kneeling down, I unzipped her purse and pulled out her clutch. Shame. Only thirty dollars in cash. Guess that wasn’t the worst, when most of us were using credit cards and mobile payments these days. Still, it was a disappointing amount that would barely cover the cost of half a bra. To punish her for the weak ‘donation,’ I took her student ID as well. I didn’t really have a plan for it; mostly, it was for the inconvenience of high school life without that card, and replacing it would take at least a few days.

“Aren’t you going to apologize for being in my way?” I asked, “What if I’m late to class because of you?” As if I cared that much about being on time. I was a solid A/B student, which was more than enough to get into whatever state school I wanted with my cheerleading talents.

Sure enough, Maxine mumbled an awkward, “Sorry, Raven.”

“Was that so difficult?” I teased, “Now, stay there for another minute. Until I’m gone.” Without waiting for a response, as I knew a girl like her wouldn’t dare go against such a demand, I strutted away.

Maybe it was some cliché mean girl energy, but Maxine totally deserved it. She wrote some article for the school paper a couple years ago that implied some annoying shit about how the school gave preferential treatment to football players and cheerleaders. As if that was a bad thing. We were the ones who brought in funds via game tickets, program donations from our parents, and all that. Even as a student who didn’t know the inner workings of the administration and all that, I had to assume their budget would be fucked without girls like me.

Tossing Maxine’s ID in the trash on the way inside, on the slim chance she decided to try and get me in trouble, I headed to my locker. As usual, it took forever to get there when I stopped to chat with a number of fellow cheerleaders on the way. And, of course, Adrian’s locker was rather close to mine. Ever the faithful boyfriend, he was basically always waiting for me near mine, or knew to make his way to me if I ended up getting to school before him.

Greeting him with a solid kissing, appreciating the way his hands immediately started roaming my body, I pulled back in the usual teasing manner and had him take my first period books. Most football players weren’t chivalrous like that, but I had trained Adrian well. He knew that a happy girlfriend meant a better time for him when it was just the two of us.

Lately, things had been a little more complicated thanks to the underwear I had been wearing to bed. It would seem out of character if I suddenly started leaving in the middle of the night after our fun, and there was no way in hell I was going to stay over when dealing with my current situation. Adrian was way too handsy, and it was highly unlikely I’d make it through the night without being busted. Not to mention how he usually wanted a quickie before breakfast, which I would often indulge. Sleeping over was absolutely out of the question.

Honestly, it was a miracle that the first accident hadn’t happened at his place, considering how often I stayed over. His parents were always out of town, and it was simple enough to tell my family that I was hanging out with one of the girls on my team.

My absence had turned me into a bit of a tease over the last week or two, which was only so sustainable. So far, I had gotten away with it by saying that I wanted to focus on the upcoming cheer competition. As a football player, he kind of understood my fake desire to not totally screw up my sleep schedule. But he was also a guy, which meant I had to go out of my way to make it up to him by doing stuff like skipping class to get him off in a secluded stairwell. Whatever it took to keep him from asking questions.

Normally, I’d let Adrian walk me to class, or go kill some time with my squadmates before First Period. However, Monday morning meant that I had to do my weekly check-in with Nurse Tessa. While I didn’t have to go there first thing in the morning, that was my preference. She probably got more traffic around lunch, or whenever students stopped by to take care of something unexpected. At this time, anyone with some health issue would have just stayed home instead of going to the school only to head straight to the nurse.

Similar to the precautions I took with the pull-ups, which were in a locked box hidden somewhere neither my sister nor mother would stumble upon them, I had my bedwetting notes in a hidden folder on my phone. No one ever touched the device but me, but it still made more sense to be more safe than sorry.

After triple checking that there wasn’t anyone else in the nurse’s office, I reported the five nights of the last seven that I had wet myself overnight. Tempted as I was to omit all but one or two, I was hoping that an accurate summary would make my doctor more inclined to take me seriously. Frustrating as it was, this clearly wasn’t some fluke that just happened the one time. The sooner I could prove that, the sooner I could get something better than whatever simple tests she had run.

It helped that Tessa was all business, without a trace of judgment despite my age and the humiliating information I was giving her. As soon as she noted down those evenings, as well as the times I relieved myself properly during the day, I was off to class.

What I didn’t know was that this was going to be my last normal school day for quite some time.

Turns out, all it takes is one girl to complicate everything in a popular cheerleader’s life. Before long, wearing pull-ups to bed was going to be the least of my problems.

Chapter Two

Maxine

Another typical high school day.

Didn’t Raven have anything better to do with her life? For years, she had tormented me and others who ‘deserved’ such treatment. Her words, and/or the words of the cheerleaders flanking her. At first, I thought it was because of what I wrote for the school paper, an extracurricular I dropped shortly afterwards in the hopes that it would make Raven and her friends back off. Once they had a taste of what it was like making me blush and squirm, however, it was obvious to me that the only reason I continued to be a target was because they enjoyed it.

Why did some girls have to be like that? Physically, we weren’t even that different. Similar to some of the cheerleaders Raven surrounded herself with, I was slender

I wasn’t even that different from some of the cheerleaders. In fact, my proportions were similar to a handful of the girls Raven surrounded herself with. Slender, slightly tall for my age, and C cups that would be a lot more attractive if I actually dressed for my body type. Instead, I only saw my hourglass figure in the bathroom mirror at home, otherwise wearing hoodies and the occasional flannel. Part of it was because I wasn’t vain like my classmates who blatantly flaunted their bodies in tight crop tops and microskirts. But mostly, I didn’t want to draw attention to myself in general.

Unfortunately, it had been warm enough on this particular day that I had worn a pair of loose shorts. When Raven tripped me, my knees took a bit of a beating as I fell hard onto the rough pavement. The frustrating thing was, I was bigger than her. Theoretically, I should have been able to get up and fight back. Except choosing such a battle would only start a war I’d painfully lose; next time, she’d bring back-up.

Instead, I simply focused on keeping my cool. No crying, no emotional outburst of any kind. The less interesting I made things for her, the sooner she would move on. My compliance cost me my student ID and all the cash in my wallet, which meant I wouldn’t be able to buy lunch later. I’d still eat, knowing Chloe and Nikki and how they’d insist on sharing with me. I just hated feeling like a burden, even if they’d never view it like that.

Focusing on the present again, I collected my scattered belongings and headed to the nurse’s office to clean myself up. At least Raven hadn’t taken any of my schoolwork, though that might’ve been intentional on her part. She and her cohorts were careful about their bullying, pairing plausible deniability with special treatment due to their status. Even if there were cameras where she just tripped me, I could see her claiming that I fell, or that it was somehow an accident on her part. As for pilfering through my purse? No clue. She’d probably come up with something, and I’d end up with a target on my back after she merely got a slap on the wrist at worst.

Even without Raven around, I went with the story about how I simply tripped and fell when Nurse Tessa asked me what happened. It felt a little extra when she logged into her computer to note my visit, when I would have been happy being sent on my way with a few alcohol swabs and bandaids. Not that I could blame her. While Pacific Grove was a public school, it was located in an affluent part of the city and took its record keeping pretty seriously.

“Do you mind waiting here for a minute?” Tessa asked, “I can get you taken care of as soon as I prep the space in the other room.”

Again, not necessary. I would have been fine with sitting in one of the waiting chairs by her desk, rather than being taken to a separate room for something as simple as a few wipes and the application of whatever bandaids were necessary. The only reason I didn’t go to the bathroom to deal with the scrapes myself was because I didn’t want to be seen by any other girls like that first thing in the morning. I guess I couldn’t complain, when I was definitely getting the privacy I had been seeking. It was just a bit more excessive and time consuming than I had anticipated.

When Tessa stepped out of the main area, I noticed that her computer was just sitting there, completely open and accessible. Normally, I wouldn’t think twice about something like that. I was the kind of girl who tended to follow the rules and stay out of trouble, which was potentially why the young nurse hadn’t thought to lock her screen in the first place. If a student with a worse reputation were in my place, Tessa would probably be more careful. Or maybe I was overthinking things, and this was just an early morning oversight from someone who hadn’t had her coffee yet.

I wanted to look at Raven’s file. And, for once in my life, I actually gave into my impulses.

While I wasn’t brave enough to fight back directly, mostly since I was too nervous about the consequences, maybe there would be something in the school’s system that I could use against her. She was just so perfect. At least, that’s how she presented herself. If I could just find one embarrassing detail about her, I could . . . Honestly, I didn’t really have a plan. I wasn’t exactly the most popular girl, nor were my friends. But still. It would be satisfying to see Raven deal with a little teasing from the girls on her squad, if I could somehow anonymously get them the information about whatever I found.

Reaching over the desk and turning the monitor slightly towards me, I quickly typed Raven’s name into the search bar, all while fighting my urges to abandon this idea and step back before Nurse Tessa caught me violating the privacy of another student. I knew it was wrong. And I knew how much trouble I could get in. But bullying was also wrong, and Raven had gotten away with that for so long..

I was pretty good with computers. Whatever system the nurse’s office had wasn’t familiar to me, but it was designed fairly intuitively. A few clicks later, and I had Raven’s information pulled up. She wasn’t on any medication, nor did she have any creams or ointments that people could poke fun at her about. Disappointing.

Wait.

There was a note in another section that made my eyes light up. Bedwetting. As in, currently wetting the bed.

I rapidly scanned the page with notes detailing Raven’s situation. She was wearing pull-ups to bed, and Tessa had stocked diapers in case of a daytime need. There was also a log of both Raven’s nighttime accidents, as well as when she was using the bathroom during the day. That made sense. Tracking her body’s habits, to determine what might be causing the problem.

This was better than I could have ever imagined. Raven was a bedwetter! And wearing protective underwear appropriate for a girl who couldn’t make it through the night. That was such a bigger secret than what I had been looking for.

My mind was racing. I reminded myself that Nurse Tessa could be back any second, and settled on snapping a few quick photos of Raven’s file. Printing the page would have been ideal, but that would require actually going behind the desk. I had already risked a lot just by using the computer for a minute or two. After making sure I put things back exactly like I had found them, I returned to where I had been standing before. I took a deep breath to calm my nerves, practically shaking from the thought of what might have happened if I had been caught. Snooping like that was so unlike me, yet it had absolutely been worth it.

Tessa returned a minute or two later, and gestured for me to join her in the private room. I was basically on autopilot as she sat me down and cleaned my legs of the debris and the bit of blood from where I had been scraped up. My thoughts were solely on Raven, and how to use this humiliating information against her.

The simplest approach would be to simply share the photo with some throwaway email or social media account or something. It wouldn’t take much. One gossip-y girl, and the news would spread like wildfire. Our classmates would do the work for me, and I could safely and anonymously sit back and enjoy watching Raven dealing with her little problem becoming public knowledge. The best part? She would still be a bedwetter. A cheerleader who wore pull-ups to bed, and everyone would know it.

That just felt like . . . not enough? I wasn’t sure how to describe it. Unlike Raven, I wasn’t casually cruel, needlessly malicious, or anything like that. But cheerleaders practically made an art form out of saving face when necessary. I only had one shot at using this secret against her, and it would be such a letdown if she somehow downplayed it. Scoffing and claiming photoshop, spinning some story that shifted the attention in a more positive direction, etc. It was difficult to get into the mind of a cheerleader, when I would have a much worse time defending myself from such an embarrassing allegation.

By the time I left the nurse’s office, I had two potential ideas floating around in my mind. Both of them involved using the leverage on Raven directly, since the threat of people learning about her bedwetting and padded underwear was more powerful than simply sharing her secret with the world. Either I could set something up to message her anonymously, or I could confront her face to face. The latter was daunting, of course, since it required standing my ground against the girl I was used to caving to every single time. But I could always take a page out of Raven’s book, and bring Chloe and Nikki with me. Raven had gotten comfortable picking on me without her friends in tow, which is how she first went after me. Though she was smaller, we both knew that I wouldn’t dare push back when I’d just pay for it later. Until now.

With my size advantage, and using what I had just discovered as leverage, Raven wouldn’t be able to intimidate me as much. And if I hesitated, thanks to years of bullying making that my instinct, my friends would be there to have my back.

It still wasn’t necessarily a plan, but it was something. Provided I could get Chloe and Nikki on board, and convince myself to take such an approach, this could happen as soon as I figured out what exactly I wanted beyond seeing the look on Raven’s face when I informed her I knew about what she had most likely been hiding from literally everyone. Something told me that the kinds of friendships she had weren’t as real as the ones that I had; she wouldn’t dare trust a girl on her squad with anything like that.

For the first time in my life, I was struggling to pay attention in class; I was too focused on brainstorming. The more I lived with the idea of making Raven squirm, the more I affirmed with myself that I wanted to do it face to face. She needed to realize there were consequences for her mean girl actions, and that she couldn’t keep strutting around the school as if it were her kingdom. That, and I selfishly enjoyed the thought of flipping the script on her after all this time.

By the time school was over, I had a vague plan. A lot of it was contingent on how Raven reacted to her embarrassing little secret being used against her, so I didn’t go too deep into scheming beyond what I had in mind for the first day. Chloe and Nikki were going to come over to my place, as I still hadn’t told them anything; while I trusted them, it made more sense to share my discovery in a private setting, where there was no chance of anyone overhearing the conversation.

Chloe and Nikki were identical twins, though most people wouldn’t be able to guess at first glance. They had completely different hairstyles, and their outfits were night and day. While they got along well with each other as sisters, they had outgrown the match-y thing forever ago, and went out of their way to not be viewed as a set of twins.

The two of them were intelligent, but tended to be quiet around those they didn’t know very well. I was hoping their strong grades would translate to devious ideas once they heard what I had planned for Raven. At the very least, I knew I could count on them to help me later when standing up to the bitchy cheerleader.

At first, they thought I was kidding. As if I had ever told a joke so outlandish and elaborate. Once I showed them the photos of Raven’s file, and said that I had seen the information with my own eyes, they believed me. We shared a bit of laughter at the thought of Raven putting on pull-ups before bed, since it was pretty amusing. One of the most popular girls in school, wearing the kind of protection the average girl hadn’t needed since childhood.

Eventually, we settled down and got to work. Inspired by my initial concern about Raven claiming photoshop to defend herself, I decided to go on the offense with that very program. It was easy to find her social media accounts, which had no privacy settings whatsoever. Chloe and Nikki divided and conquered, looking through her various photos for something that worked for the idea that I had in mind.

Meanwhile, I buried myself in the online research required for some of the potential branches for how things would ideally play out with Raven. The only experience I had with pull-ups was a handful of babysitting jobs, and that had been before high school. What I needed to give Raven what she deserved was a bit more involved than what she was currently dealing with at night, and it would be amazing if it ended up working out the way I hoped.

By the time we decided to take a break for dinner, I had decided that I didn’t want to wait. All I needed for the first stage of my loose plan was to swing by a pharmacy on the way to school. The sooner Raven was dealt with, the sooner all the girls like me would be free of her nonsense.

I didn’t feel so nervous about the confrontation any more, either. Tomorrow morning, Raven was going to be the one flinching. And, if I played my cards right, she was going to have to hide a lot more than just the pull-ups she wore to bed.

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!”

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.”

Chapter Five

“What do you want?”

Despite everything, I was still a popular cheerleader. I had years of practice when it came to countless social interactions, including confrontation. It didn’t matter that I was standing bottomless in diapers. Well, it did matter, but I was still able to keep my voice flat and cold, like this was more tedious than frustrating or embarrassing.

Of course, playing it cool only worked so well when my facade had slipped a minute ago. The threat of being shoved into the school hallway in my current state had been a bit too much, and also unlike any of the usual headbutting I occasionally got into with my teammates.

“It’s simple,” Maxine said. She reached into her purse and pulled out something pink and plastic. “Put this on, and wear it for the rest of the day.”

One of my hands was still covering the diapers, for all the good that would do me. Chloe still had her phone’s camera trained on me, and probably already had countless shots of me in the incriminating padding. With my other hand, I took what looked to be panties of some kind. “What is this?” I asked. Though I wore pull-ups to bed, I had no babysitting experience or anything like that.

She smiled at my lack of understanding. “Plastic panties. If you wet yourself, those should save you from making a mess. Oh, and your diapers will probably crinkle less. You’re welcome.”

“I’m not going to wet myself,” I scoffed. My reaction was a bit undermined by the words themselves. That really wasn’t something I should have been defending myself against. As for the panties, they were thin enough that it wasn’t something like making the bulk worse down there. The crinkling hadn’t actually been too bad so far, only because all of my movements had been so careful; at the same time, I wouldn’t hate it if that was less of a concern.

Regardless, it was another layer to deal with. Plus pink plastic would potentially be more noticeable than the white diapers, which I was still hoping would just be perceived as briefly flashing my panties if anyone caught a tiny glimpse.

“Says the bedwetter,” Maxine teased, “Well? Try them on. And hurry. If you make us late, I might just have to come up with a punishment.”

If she was so worried about class, maybe she should have picked a different time for this. Our school had extended the five minute break to ten minutes a couple years ago, after enough students and parents had complained about how five wasn’t enough to comfortably run to one’s locker, go to the bathroom, etc. when some classes would be all the way across the building on a different floor.

Normally, ten minutes was plenty for me. Now, I wasn’t sure how long it had been since First Period. A minute or two just to make it to the secluded bathroom, plus however long we had been ‘talking.’ Whatever. These nerdy girls would be the ones obsessively checking the time for something like that. If I was late, I was late.

“Whatever,” I muttered. Bending over, grimacing at the unfamiliar sensation of how the diapers shifted, I stepped into the first leg hole of the panties.

As I did, the other girls couldn’t help but comment. “Diapers are a good look on her,” Nikki said.

“Mm hmm. Fucking brat,” Chloe said, “Do you think she pads her bras?”

“Maybe that will be her punishment,” Maxine mused, “No more bra privileges?”

Absolutely fucking not. One, I did pad my bras, with silicone inserts that boosted me half a cup size. More importantly, this was the first time in years someone had made fun of my height and petite frame. Being on the smaller side worked to my advantage as a cheerleader, since I was top of the pyramid. When wearing diapers, however, it was easy for Maxine and her minions to lean into an obvious source of teasing.

“I’m putting on this fucking nonsense,” I snapped. Pulling the plastic underwear up my legs, standing up as I did so, I once again acted the way I would while fully clothed and in control. “There’s your one little thing. Happy?”

“I mean, little girls shouldn’t be cursing like that,” Maxine pointed out, “Now, turn around. These panties cinch in the back.”

“Fuck you.” I didn’t care that she had an infuriating amount of leverage on me; there was no way I was going to let her be patronizing like that. Even so, I reluctantly turned to face the opposite direction. Plastic panties were new to me, and I had no idea how they worked. Apparently similar to diapers, in that they required a bit of tightening to be effective.

Maxine just giggled. Honestly, that was worse than any other reaction she could have possibly had. It showed me that she wasn’t intimidated by me in the slightest, after years of caving to whatever I said or did simply because I snapped my fingers. “Hold still, Raven.” She stepped up and began fiddling with the waistband of the panties.

A few seconds later, I could feel the garment tighten. There was a soft click that I assumed was some kind of clasp or something. I hadn’t really examined the panties beyond seeing that they were plastic and annoyingly childish in design. While I occasionally wore pink in moderation, it was nothing like this.

It was Chloe’s turn to giggle. “Damn, those are perfect for her. Good idea, Maxine.”

“Okay,” Maxine said. She placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. At this distance, she was actually quite tall. And I was wearing heels. “Now apologize for being a bitch, and admit that you deserve diapers. Then you can have your skirt back.”

More or less the same threat as before. If I didn’t play along, they could still easily kick me out of the bathroom. Or, if they were worried about making it to class on time, they could simply leave while holding onto my skirt. Either way, I’d be bottomless and stuck in a difficult situation.

As badly as I wanted to argue, I decided to go the opposite direction. Doing what Maxine wanted, except on my terms. “Sorry for being a bitch. I deserve diapers.” The words she wanted, delivered in the most monotone and somewhat bored manner. I didn’t mean it. If Chloe happened to be recording, which I was hoping she wasn’t, no one would take my delivery of those statements seriously.

“Good enough, I guess,” Maxine rolled her eyes. She stepped back and said, “We’ll try those again next time. Meet us here after school.”

“I have cheerleading practice,” I informed her. That, and I still had to figure out how to fix all of this. So far, I had only allowed Maxine to make things worse. She and her friends probably had back-ups of their leverage as well, so taking all of their phones wouldn’t do me any good.

“You’ll be fine,” Maxine said, “It’ll just take a few minutes. But, hey. If you don’t show, then you’ll just have to deal with the consequences. Nikki?”

The longer haired twin held out my skirt for me to take. “You’re lucky to be getting this back,” she said, “After all that attitude? You’re such a brat.”

“She’s always been a brat,” Chloe said, “Only immature girls think bullying is fun.”

“Mm hmm,” Maxine nodded, “We’ll add that to the list. Apologizing for being a bitch, apologizing for being a brat. Admitting that she deserves diapers. I’m sure we can come up with some other stuff, too. Umm, Raven? Why the fuck are you still here? Get out.”

She was not talking to me like that! An hour ago, there was a distinct lack of confidence in her voice. Blackmail or not, she was still a nerdy girl and I was a cheerleader. Now? She was clearly power tripping a little bit. After all, I was still standing there with the diapers and recently added plastic panties blatantly on display. And my reluctant obedience proved that I was in no position to push back on her bullshit.

A second later, she changed her mind. “Actually, stay. We should get going.”

That was the difference between a girl like her and a girl like me. I would have committed to the demand I gave someone. I only had so much bandwidth for judgment, when the result of her decision to prioritize being punctual over being mean led to Nikki opening the bathroom door without a care in the world.

I immediately darted to the side, getting out of sight of the hallway. There was nothing to actually worry about, when it was a side hall that didn’t have any foot traffic aside from the rare person visiting one of the offices at the end. But also, one person was all it would take.

Smirking at my reaction, Maxine kept up her annoyingly bold energy on the way out the door. “Later, loser,” she said. Then she turned the corner without looking back. Her friends followed, leaving the bathroom wide open behind them.

Hastily doing the job myself, letting out a huge sigh as the lock clicked, I then looked at myself in the mirror for the first time since stepping into the bathroom. For fuck’s sake. I looked so ridiculous. From the waist up, I was still the hot cheerleader everyone knew me as. Perfect hair, cute top, and all that. Which made the thick diapers and plastic panties drastically clash when they were on display.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered. Grateful all over again for the stretchy skirt, I pulled it back on and went through the same process of quadruple checking that everything was covered. Front, back, side. I couldn’t let anyone see the slightest glimpse of what was underneath. While Maxine was right about how her addition to my mortifying protection muffled the faint crinkling from before, the plastic was also noticeably glossy and not at all like regular panties. Anyone who did have babysitting experience, which was a common enough job for teenagers that didn’t have a life like mine, would potentially be able to recognize what I was wearing with only a glance.

I practically jumped out of my skin when the bell rang. It was a lot louder in the bathroom than in the hall, and it had been dead quiet the moment before. Well, guess I’d be showing up late to Second Period. Whatever. It wouldn’t be the first time.

After one final look in the mirror and another quiet curse word about how it felt to walk, I left the bathroom and headed to class. Unlike the previous subject, where I had managed to get to my desk while everyone was doing their own thing before the bell, I’d have to deal with everyone’s eyes on me as I stepped into the classroom. Great.

It briefly felt like every single one of my classmates had x-ray vision. I carefully shuffled to my desk, grateful that our teacher was one of those women who didn’t make a big deal about tardy students. She just kept going through her introduction of the lesson, without so much as acknowledging my arrival.

The same couldn’t be said for the girls in my corner of the classroom. “Have fun with Adrian?” Ashley murmured.

I had totally forgotten my excuse for not walking with her and Heather between classes. “Couldn’t find him,” I muttered. No need to lie about that kind of ‘fun’ when he could accidentally contradict my story later. Realistically, I would have texted him instead of just guessing where he’d be after his first class of the day, but Ashley didn’t need to worry about that.

Honestly, I was too distracted to have much of a conversation. At least the class was being introduced to a lecture, so I didn’t have to spend too much time talking with the girls in the back row.

As the room settled into silence, save for our teacher’s voice, I was once again left with my roaming thoughts and the awkward feeling of the thick padding underneath my ass. Whether I was walking or seated, there was no ignoring the diapers. And now, I was worse off than I was last period. Not even because of the plastic panties. Thanks to everything with Maxine and her friends, they had real photos of me wearing diapers. I doubted I could claim ‘Photoshop’ for whatever Chloe had snapped and/or recorded earlier. And I still had no fucking idea how to put her back in her place without sealing my own fate at the same time.

Maybe I could find something on her? But for mutually assured destruction, it would have to be something just as bad as a girl like me wearing diapers. That was a tall order.

Fuck.

Well, this time I had until the end of the day, rather than just a single class period. The bad news was, that meant I was stuck in my current underwear predicament unless I could figure something else out before then. That, or attempt to remove the diapers myself and put them back on later. Or deal with another visit to Nurse Tessa. I hadn’t really thought things through beyond the initial trip to her office; I’d probably have to remove them at some point to use the bathroom, anyway.

What I didn’t know was that Maxine had already accounted for that.

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