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    It was a long, difficult walk as I shyly approached the bus stop. I wasn't a morning person in the first place, but today, I was especially grumpy. It was only a few days ago that I had been put back into diapers and babied by my mom and dad. I was still getting used to being an 18 year old cat being babied again; drinking from bottles, being tucked in and read bedtime stories, wetting and messing my diapers, and overall just having everything done for me like a baby again. It was very weird, but having spent the whole weekend like that, I was just getting to used to it. But today I was back on the edge; my nerves were on fire. All weekend long, I was babied at my house by my mom and dad - but today, I'd have to face going back to school in diapers! The biggest problem wasn't just being in the diaper, though - it was the school uniform. A strict dress code kept me in a plaid skirt and white blouse; not the best thing to keep my diaper from being shown. It was grueling to imagine who may see it!    "Hey Steph!" I heard the others say as they greeted me at the bus stop.

     "H-Hey everyone," I nervously replied.    The others were so busy being caught up in their own morning conversations that they didn't seem to notice my shy approach - but I still worried about any of them noticing something amiss. Each time the wind blew, I kept my skirt held down at the side, and did my best to keep quiet to avoid attracting attention. My skirt was low to my knees, but a strong enough gust would surely show off the thick diaper between my legs. I loathed the thought! Of course, I knew that ultimately, it wasn't anyone's fault but my own for being caught in this situation. I was a senior in high school on the edge of failing out because of bad grades and worse behavior. Sometime last week I got into some real trouble, and my parents had simply had enough. They loved me enough not to let me go down a long, hard path - and their best effort was giving me the baby punishment. They tossed out all clothes unfit for a good girl, went through all my things, organized my life. and were determined to be involved in every part of it now; no more keeping secrets and no more getting into trouble. My mom and dad said it wasn't just out of tough love, either; they had longed to have another baby around. I just assumed they were scared of be going off to college and disappearing forever. The way I was acting would surely have sent me somewhere no one wanted me to go. Surely, they knew that going to school in a diaper would likely keep me from the crowd that got me into trouble. They were right. I was going to do everything I could to stay away from them...

     As the bus, I held my skirt down with extreme paranoia that somehow it'd be enough to pull my skirt up. Slowly, we all climbed inside of it and began on our way. School was almost over for the year, and everyone was loud and rowdy except me. It wasn't

just my diaper that I was thinking about, though - I had a lot of things to think over from what had happened. The shame of being a mean girl turned into a baby girl was a difficult adjustment, and I began to wonder how my stupid behavior over the last year was going to affect things. Of course, it was hard to think of anything with my diaper so easily exposed; each time I'd get lost in thought during the commute, I caught myself getting too relaxed and had to readjust my sitting position to keep from showing off the bulky white diaper beneath me. I wasn't sure if it was all in my head, or if the draft was a sign of exposure. My skirt was long enough to hide things; they were designed to be that way, but it didn't help me breathe any easier. Fortunately, like any other morning, I was left alone for my whole commute. I made some small talk here or there with some of the others but I was so uncharacteristically timid that it made it hard to get along. No one minded; I just kept to myself, joked once or twice, and things went fine.

     Before I knew it, I was coasting up to the familiar sight of my high school - and it was only then that I truly began to feel nervous. As the enormous building grew larger with my approach, I had the unmistakable gut wrenching anxiety that sent my paws shivering and made my head spin. Buses lined up and we joined in; huge crowds of students, most younger but many just as old as me, all were lining up and pouring into the entrances and going on their way. It had been a long winter, and the electrifying energy of one of the year's final school days had everyone excited. Everyone wanted something to talk about; senior pranks, prom dates, love and romance drama, boy fights... everything was coming together in the final couple of weeks, and somehow I knew that I had some unfinished business to confront before the year was over. This wasn't the final day of school just yet... but it was so close you could feel it just within reach. For me, as a senior in diapers.. I both loathed and yet embraced the end. Staring out my window, I waited for the bus to unload as much as possible before I decided to leave. Taking a big, deep breath of fresh air, I quickly huffed it out and decided to get the nightmare over with...

     I did my best to avoid any familiar faces as I quickly exited the bus. Holding my skirt down with one hand and doing my best to keep my bag from falling off the other, I tried to look as inconspicuous as possible as I hastily slithered through the mob of people. It was hard not to downright shove people out of my way as I spotted one or two familiar faces that I didn't want to deal with just yet, and even harder not to look like I was under duress as I heard my name called. The last thing I wanted to do was seem obvious that I was ignoring so many people as I thrusted my way through the crowded sidewalk and entryway of the school. Forcing my way inside of the air conditioned school,

and out of the surprisingly hot morning weather, I began to power walk down the halls and toward my locker. The halls were just as crowded as outside; young teenage furs all gossiping, joking, or just minding their own business and walking to class - and yet my paranoid feline mind was easy to assume that somehow my diaper was being detected. I wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible before a familiar face dared approach me. How awful would it be to be trying so hard to act normal in front of friends with a big, thick diaper spreading my legs apart - hidden only by the mercy of my skirt?

     "Heyyy Steph!" I then heard.    Of course, my nightmares were about to come true. Just as I approached my locker, a small group of friends my age came over like every other morning. I did my best to act cool. My clique of friends began to chat, and I did my best effort to not act awkward.    "So what happened the other day? You totally got busted for what we did last week! Best senior prank EVER!" I heard my one friend say.    "Yeah yeah - that old principal practically dragged you into his office by your big cat ears," another said. Their silly insult wasn't unusual.    "I-I... um... o-oh, it was nothing..." I said as my circle of friends circled around me. I found myself pinned against my locker as the usual clique circle formed.    "Nothing? Oh please! No detention, no suspension? Nothing? C'monnnn," they pried.    Of course it wasn't true. It was way more than nothing; the thick diaper between my legs was rubbing harshly against my inner thighs as I squirmed and kept my legs as straight as possible to keep my skirt from crawling up. It reminded me what had happened with every passing second! It wasn't a surprise that my friends all wanted to know what happened next after I got pulled into the principal's office for our stupid prank... but I didn't want to tell them. First I got screamed at, then the cops were called. Next thing I knew I was crying... and then my mom came and I was crying some more! Of course, the real thing I couldn't tell them was the beginning of this nightmare; when my mom found out everything I had been up to, and put me back in diapers and made me live as a baby at home...

     "I um... "    "Shut up! Shhh! There he is! Logan!" my friend interrupted.    My heart skipped a beat, and I gasped with fright! Glancing upward, I could spot my husky crush coming towards us. Us girls, we all stayed quiet as the quarterback of the football team gracefully made his way past us in slow motion like a cheesy movie. The whole world seemed to slow down as he and his cool guy clique cruised down effortlessly through the crowded school hall; effortless because everyone moved out of his way wherever he went. I watched with a melting heart as he adjusted his varsity jacket to make room for all of

his muscles, laughing and waving his perfect hair in the wind. But nothing prepared me for the moment our eyes made contact with each other - and he smiled right in my direction! I kept my silence; speechless as the tall, handsome, strong canine disappeared from view, back off to whatever heavenly plane from whence he had come from in the first place. But everyone else around me screamed!    "Oh my GOD he looked right at you! DID YOU SEE THAT?" I heard my best friend scream into my ear. She shook me like a dog from the shoulder, and I didn't even mind.

     "You TOTALLY need to talk to him! TODAY!" another friend said.    "I... I will. I just..."    "Oh my God you both were so drunk at that party. Do you even remember what happened? You totally need to talk to him so you can... well... you know, finish up business," my other friend said.    "Yeah - before that bitch cat Candace does," another remarked.It was just then that my glow of excitement and happiness came breaking down into a pile of ashes. Logan was the boy I couldn't stop thinking about; the most popular boy in school. He was everything I wanted; a strong, handsome, successful boy that just made my heart go wild! Every girl thought he was just the best, and I was no exception to that... except I was better than them, and he had actually noticed me! Candace was... another girl; the most popular girl in the whole, in fact. She and I were... certainly not friends. Everything about her made me want to throw up. She was mean, rich, and a pretentious bully. I couldn't stand her... but Logan thought she was the best. I had to beat her and win Logan before she did! Suddenly, a loud crashing noise broke my trance; the sound of books smashing against the floor. I didn't quite get what had happened because I was caught up in a daydream, but a quick glance downward told me all I needed to know.

     "Nice one, dweeb!" I heard my friends say.    A boy wolf I had seen before, Mark, had dropped his books right next to us. He knelt down on the floor, collecting his things. Of course, I didn't think twice about it. He ignored the rude taunts my friends regularly made to him as he continued to grab ahold of his books. One book in particular had landed next to my foot. There, on the ground, I watched him reach for it....and it was just then that I remembered my diaper exposed under my skirt."H-Hey, Steph... s-sorry. I just need to..."At once - I PUNTED the notebook from one side of the hallway to the other, just as his paw was an inch from it! Everyone in the hall that had seen it erupted into laughter, and more taunts continued as my friends made fun of him. I glanced down at Mark, who simply put his head down and sighed. This wasn't uncommon for him. He wasn't a total pushover; the wolf was big, with brown fur, and green eyes. But he wasn't Logan. He wasn't

anything like him. He didn't even play sports. What a loser!

 "That was a good one!" I heard, just as the bell rang.Mark grabbed his stuff, and huffed with one final, hurt glare - and I gasped a bit under my breath. I actually felt for him. I wasn't completely heartless; I didn't mean to make him get laughed at... but I couldn't dare let him see my diaper! He and I stared at eachother for a second before he broke the contest and continued down the hall. My friends kept laughing about it as they went the other way. I waited there, pretending to do things at my locker until I was alone with a cold frown on my face and a burning sense of shame in my chest. Sooner or later, though, I dragged myself down the hallway on and on to my first class of the day. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way of the desperate effort to graduate.Fortunately for me, my first period of the day wasn't in a classroom. As a senior I was expected to be organized and to do a lot of extra crap I didn't want to deal with. On top of my classes, I was encouraged to seek out all of my options of what to do with my life after I graduated. My first period of the day was always spent in the library where I was supposed to be studying, researching colleges, and working on my senior project. Needless to say, I didn't spend my first hour of the morning ever doing any of those things; if I had, then the diaper hiding under my skirt wouldn't be there, and I wouldn't be on the edge of failing! But today was different. Strolling to the library door, I thought of all the things I had to do today; a math exam covering stuff I'd never use, an English presentation on some boring stuff I didn't care about, and some other random homework crap I was made to do all weekend by my parents. Those things were what I was busy thinking about as I entered the very, very quiet library filled with the other seniors studying. What I didn't think about... was how awfully loud my diaper was. It was easy to forget about the loud crinkling and rustling of my thick, bulky diaper until I found myself loudly making my way through the crowded library. All weekend long, I had been in diapers around the clock. Not only that, but anywhere I had gone, there was some form of background noise to mask the sound of my diaper. But not here.

 It wasn't just in my head, either. As I heard the doors shut, and the distant sounds of the school got closed behind them, I watched as curious heads turned my way as I rustled through with each step. It wasn't a big library, and all of the computers and tables where we sat were all up front. Everyone could hear the loud crackling, popping, and rustling of my plastic diaper hidden only by the thin fabric of my school uniform's skirt. There was no explanation for it; I had a small purse slinging over my shoulder and a couple of books in my hands - yet I sounded as though I was walking through with handfuls of plastic bags like I had just

gone grocery shopping. It was awfully embarrassing, and I knew for certain that my face was blushing by the time that I walked to the front desk. The librarian seemed more shocked that I was even there at all, but my imagination was easy to run wild that maybe she, and everyone else in the library, knew why I was so loudly crinkling past them. Could they smell the baby powder? Could they actually hear the diaper flexing with my body as I strode past? Or was I just an anxious and worried teen? I didn't know for sure... but I did know I had no choice, either.

 After signing in, I did my best to nonchalantly control the sound. I walked slower, waddled a bit to keep my inner thighs from scraping against the plastic as much, and even tried taking smaller steps. But... I knew it only made it worse. My slower walk and tinier steps made me look suspicious, and my awkward waddling just made me look stupid. What made matters worse was that there were no open seats. I paced back and forth trying to find a place to be alone, but had to settle for one computer in the center of a whole lot of people. I wound up just getting to my computer as quickly as possible; before loudly sitting down next to a couple people I had only seen once or twice before in the halls. I was just glad they didn't know me...After sitting down, I did my best to remain as quiet as I could while I did all the things I promised my parents I'd do. I twisted open a bottle of water, opened up my planner, and began to go from my first thing all the way down to my last thing; each task more dull than the last. It was hard to focus, though. Wriggling around, I could hear the plastic of my diaper loudly crinkling and crunching against my seat from beneath my skirt, and a gentle waft of baby powder routinely hit my nose shortly after. It made me so nervous! What if the boy next to me could smell my powder, or if the girl on the other side of me knew I was diapered? They'd glance over in my direction every once in a while, and I knew it was only by chance that we'd make eye contact - but my anxiety was overwhelming. My brain told me not to worry, but the big, crinkly diaper between my legs was screaming out for attention. I had been in diapers for the entire weekend. I was still getting used to them, but I didn't mind it as much anymore. Being in public, though, with only my skirt to cover it, brought everything to a whole other level. I wasn't used to this!

 I tried not to think about it, and did my best to ignore my nerves. Every so often, I'd sip from my water, and crinkle in my seat as I tried my best to focus on my school work. First was my senior project, but the latter half of my time was spent revising a boring essay I had worked on all weekend from scratch. It reminded me of the first time I worked on homework while I was in my diaper, back at home. My mom sat me down, told me not to dare stand back up or think about anything else until everything was done

• and I complied the best I could despite sitting with what felt like a pillow between my legs. Just like a few days ago, I ignored my diaper and my distracting thoughts, and kept on doing my tasks. It took some time and mental effort... but I couldn't help but losing track of time. My mind pushed my diaper and the students around all into the background. Routinely, I drank my bottle of water in the hot library, and typed away at my boring essay. Before I knew it, my bottle was completely empty, my essay was as revised it could have been, and I was relieved by the sound of the bell. It wasn't nearly as hard for me to move once everyone else did; I quickly printed my essay and made my way out of the library and back into the crowded school halls once again!

 Shouldering my way through the crowd of students, I impatiently made my way towards my next class. It was my least favorite, and was always the one I skipped the most. Needless to say, I hoped that my essay was good enough for my teacher; my grade was awful! Just thinking about what was on the line made me nervous. I couldn't even remember the last time I had been to English class. For a moment, I even forgot where it was, but I inevitably found my way back to the unfamiliar, dimly lit, and cramped classroom. Walking inside, I shyly made my way into the classroom. It was just like the library; dimly lit, silent, and crowded. Fortunately for me, enough people were talking to cover up the sound of my loud diaper. Plopping down in my seat, I sighed, sat back, and waited for the teacher to arrive. After a few minutes of idly reviewing my essay, I heard the door open, the classroom grow silent, and looked up to see the class beginning at long last."Good morning," she said with a low, snippy tone.From my desk, I watched as my crotchety, old, stereotypical English teacher miserably made her way to her desk. She was a small, gray feline of unknown origin. I wasn't sure what kind of cat she was, I just knew she was old and typically rude. We hardly saw eye-to-eye. Of course, I suspected now that my tardiness and lack of effort likely had to do with her otherwise unwelcoming disposition towards me. Today I hoped to make a better impression, though.

 "Okay, let's start getting this over with," she began. I prepared my essay to be handed in."As discussed last week... we will be presenting the topics of our essays to the front of the class for the remainder of the semester, as we only have a couple of days left of the year and I can't think of any better way to spend the time. As stated on your rubrics from last Friday, try to keep it around 2 minutes. It shouldn't take you longer than that if you're summarizing your material and not reading from your paper out loud. Keep it simple and informative; why did you write about your topic, summarize your essay, and end with a simple conclusion... the simplest being, of course, saying 'thank you' to let us

know you're done. We'll start on this side of the room and go back," my teacher began, pointing on my side of the room.It was enough to nearly give me a heart attack. I almost didn't believe it at first, until I saw a girl at the front of the class rise up with her essay. My eyes widened, my paws stiffened, and as I heard her introduce herself and begin speaking to all of us, my claws began to dig into the surface of my desk. It must have been on one of the days I had skipped; a last minute memo that I missed, or maybe something I had thrown away! As I looked down at my essay, I felt scraped my trembling cat claws downward and into the paper; the adrenaline and fear coming over me in waves. I wasn't a fan of public speaking, and absolutely not while diapered. Words couldn't have begun to describe my absolute horror as I thought about what I had to do now to earn the grades I needed to pass the class! Even with my grade on the line, I still considered running out of the classroom at full speed. But the thought of my parent's' disappointment, and the thought of living another year of highschool over again, kept me grounded in my seat.

 It wasn't easy sitting still, though. As each student rose up and began speaking, I felt my nerves igniting to the point of growing nauseous. I couldn't stand thinking about standing in front of everyone with my diaper beneath my skirt while discussing some dull English topic. What was I going to say, anyway? I wasn't prepared for any of this! My mind was moving so fast; so, so fast. I didn't even realize that the entire bottle of water I had finished off over the last couple of hours was beginning to take its toll. So much water in my body, and all those fiery nerves... it was no wondering why I began to need to pee. Of course, I could hold it until I was comfortable enough to pee my diaper in private... but why did it have to start happening now? It made it so much harder to concentrate on preparing my words. I crossed my legs in a vain effort to nullify the sudden urge to pee so that I could think... but it wasn't working so well. Before I knew it, my turn was on the horizon. One whole row had cleared, and now, my row was beginning. I was far in the back, and I'd surely go before the period ends. I was almost in tears...

 Each time the person got called in my row, I felt worse. My urge to wet my diaper intensified as I grew more nervous! Before long, I couldn't concentrate on preparing my words at all, and all I could do was squirm and wriggle in my seat; my diaper crinkling all the while. I soon began considering peeing right there in my seat, just so I could think clearer... but my turn came way too fast. Writhing, I held my head in my hands, trying my best to look normal with my butt half tilted off of the seat, biting my bottom lip as I tried so hard to pee in my diaper before I had to stand up. But I simply couldn't do it in time. Inevitably, I heard her call my name, and I was

summoned to the front of the classroom."S-Stephanie? Is that you? Oh wow! How nice of you to join us... come, I'm looking forward to hearing what you have to present," my teacher said.I couldn't tell if she was sarcastic or not - but what I did know for certain was that my name had attracted the attention of every student in the room. As I nervously rose from my feet, I watched every head turn to face me, and follow along with my every step as I made my way forward. The urge to pee was overwhelming now; my nerves just too electrified. Each time my heart beated, I could feel the throbbing in my diaper, as if the pee inside of me was knocking on the door to freedom. It burned and almost hurt, and I couldn't concentrate. My eyes were glassy, my mouth agape. Everyone's faces blurred together as my racing mind tried so hard to focus. I soon found myself pressing my back up against my teacher's desk, staring down at the floor. Though I couldn't see any of them, I could feel their judgemental gazes. I squirmed, crossed my legs, and felt a lump in my throat that kept any of my words from escaping... just as I felt a warm spurt of pee dribble slowly into my diaper. I did my best to stop it... but...

 "I-I um... I... I... m-m-my... topic is..." I forced.I couldn't even read the words from my paper.  And... that was just as I heard a chuckle. And then another... they were beginning to laugh at my obvious stage fright. As the trickling stream of hot pee slithered out, I suddenly whined and squeeked as I couldn't take any more. They must've thought I was too shy to talk, but really, I was too weak to hold anything back. As my strength subsided, the laughing grew and my cheeks burned red. I tried so hard to fight it off, but all I could do was stumble over my words. Whispering filled the room as I tried to keep a straight face. The relief felt so good, and holding it back hurt so bad. Looking up with a flushed face, I could feel a quiet, restrained and weak stream of pee dribbling out into my diaper. It seemed to shoot out of me in spurts; with each spurt, I'd stop myself - but the pain grew worse, and the spurts naturally grew more frequent until I couldn't stop it anymore...."Stephanie, have you prepared yourself? Has your essay been completed?" I heard.

 "Mmmph... ummmm... ah! Y-Yes! Ohh... oh yes, I did..." I whined, hoisting myself up against the desk. With both paws to my sides, I supported myself, and let myself go...I half sat on her desk, glassy eyed and gently panting as I ceased any resistance. I couldn't handle it any longer. With the final words of my response, I felt the nearly orgasmic pleasure of relieving myself at long last. My weak spurting stream turned into a heavy, steady flood that my diaper absorbed instantly, and a sudden adrenaline rush mixed with euphoric pleasure overwhelmed everything I was! The harsh, stinging I had been enduring immediately ceased,

and pee came shooting out with unyielding force. I let out a high pitched whine, followed by a moan; arching over and barely able to support myself as my entire body rippled with pleasure. I felt my body wanting to squat, but I was hardly able to keep my footing. I couldn't tell if my tail was flagging; I could only hope it wasn't. I could hear the hissing beneath my skirt turn into a loud dribbling; the sound of my stream of pee hitting a puddle that the diaper couldn't absorb fast enough. My sensitive feline nose caught the undeniable scent of tainted baby powder, and my eyes felt as if they were rolling around in my head as everything. Time slowed down, and I wasn't sure how much had passed by the time I was brought back to myself. Huffing, panting, and hunched over, I looked up at the class and stared back at the countless eyes pointing in my direction. Needless to say, I had looked like an idiot...

 "Is she drunk?" I heard someone whisper."N-No... I... ahem..." I said, straightening my back out. I could hear my diaper slosh as I straightened my bent legs out, and my thighs pressed against a very soaked diaper hidden behind my skirt. Some pee that hadn't gotten soaked in yet dripped out and smeared against my fur, and trickled down the side of my leg. All I could do was hope that my diaper wasn't sagging too low, and that I didn't leak too much, as I began to force out words that I couldn't even think of before. With an empty bladder, I could think clearer, but my words still stuttered. Looking down at my essay and the scribbled notes I had written just minutes ago, I gave my half witted presentation on literary realism in the face of many confused students and a very displeased teacher. Before long, the nightmare was finally over. Unlike every other student, I received a sarcastic roaring applause from the students who were entertained by my show, but it was quickly hushed by the teacher. Quickly, I made my way to my seat; my diaper now heavily sloshing instead of crinkling. I slowly descended downward in silence, but a loud wet splut, like the sound of a drenched towel hitting the ground, turned a few heads in my direction. It was impossible not to sulk...

 "Did she piss herself or something?" I heard someone cattily whisper.I looked up and saw who had said it; a snippy, awful cat that I despised named Candace. We weren't friends... ever.. and it didn't surprise me that she'd have said something. All I could do was ignore her. Putting my head down onto my desk and putting both paws over it, I sulked in silence and endured the final minutes of my class in astonishment and misery. Needless to say, I was absolutely humiliated. The scent of my own pee, masked just behind a thin layer of baby powder, kept wafting and hitting my nose. I knew for certain some of the students could smell me as I sat there. Each time I moved, another waft would bellow out from beneath my skirt. I just did my

best to sit still until finally the bell rung. The moment I heard it beginning to chime, I immediately shot up from my seat and dashed out of the classroom; shouldering my way past everyone to be the first one out of the door. I felt so ashamed as I hastily my way through everyone in the halls. My wet diaper was rocking back-and-forth like a pendulum between my legs as I practically ran towards my next class. It smeared and slapped my inner thigh as I cut a corner too quick, but I simply kept moving.

 Obviously, I had more diapers waiting for me. My mom said something over the weekend that she had dropped diapers off at the nurse's office for me, and that some kind of conversation or agreement or something had happened between my parents and the principal or something that would let me graduate as long as I behaved. I didn't want to go to the nurse's office though... I didn't want to dare go in there and ask for a diaper; the thought of it was even worse than going back in front of my English class and peeing in front of everyone again. Even if I wanted to, though, I simply didn't have time. My classes only had a few minutes between periods and part of the agreement was that I wouldn't be a minute late to any of my classes for the rest of the year. I had a habit of forging hall passes and excuses, anyway. There were obviously ways that I could go and not get in trouble for being late... but I wasn't going to risk it. What if I missed something important while I was gone? My diaper wasn't leaking, and I could just go during lunch time. I only had a couple of classes until then... it wasn't big deal.

 My next class was a boring and pleasantly uneventful one, with the exception of a light tummy ache from my rattled nerves. I turned in some homework that I had worked on all weekend, sat down in my hot, soaked diaper, and endured a boring hour of useless lecturing that I had already forgotten about by the end. It was hard to pay attention with everything was going on, but I got through okay... mostly thinking about stuff. I thought about being a baby again at home for a little while, and how I had gotten myself into the predicament. Of course, I thought about school, and how badly I did want to graduate. I thought about how badly I hated that I had disappointed so many people I secretly looked up to. As I sat there thinking, a sudden groan in my stomach interrupted me. It cramped up a bit, ached, before going away. It was the stress; everything that had happened last period must have upset my tummy. On-and-off, I felt it churning up something that would inevitably be in my diaper later. I did my best to ignore it; if I did mess my diaper in school, I'd surely be doing it just before going to the nurse. I didn't want to, so all I did my best to hold it. I'd rather just get changed at home...

 Soon, I began to think about Logan; my husky high school crush. I had practically loved him since middle school. A lot of girls did.

He was so strong, and so handsome. It wasn't unlike me to sit in a boring class and think about him. Just imagining him and I together made it easy for me to forget about everything else. Of course, I knew it wasn't easy. There was so much competition, and he knew he deserved the best because he knew he was the best. Last week, we were both at a party. I normally didn't drink, but I saw a drink in his hand so I did... and we both started talking. Next thing I knew, his hands were at my waist and we were looking at each other... he told me how beautiful and special I was and how badly he wanted to kiss me. I wanted to so badly but I... I got shy, I guess. It wasn't like me to be intimate with boys. I was a bad girl with a timid heart. He kept telling me to relax. Before I could do anything, we were interrupted. The party was crazy and someone had called the cops. We got out of there before either of us could enjoy ourselves. We got split up and rumor has it he gave Candace a ride. Some say she spent the night over his house. Oh, if only I hadn't froze in the moment! Why did I have to be such an awfully shy cat?

 Suddenly the bell rang and knocked me out of my daydream. My third period ended thankfully without incident, and I wasted no time in getting out of there. I made the familiar path all the way to my fourth period class like any other day, but... I quickly learned that today was going to be much, much different. A big, bright note was taped on the outside of the door..."MEET IN THE GYM," I read.I rolled my eyes at it. The only times us students are ever called into the gymnasium during a normal class was because of the teacher being out. It wasn't going to be anything worth going to, but I had to go to sign in and show that I had attended! Plus, I had makeup work to turn in. Without a second thought, I simply made my way through the halls onto the far end of the school and into the loud gymnasium. The sound of my diaper echoed gently in the halls, but soon got overwhelmed by the sound of students screaming and having fun in the gym. Opening the doors, I could hear balls getting tossed and watched as a bunch of students all were running around having a good time. There were way more students than just my class; obviously, my class and the gym class that was happening this period had merged. They were all playing dodgeball, and I shyly made my way in the background towards the P.E. teacher to sign-in. It was no surprise to see me in here... I loved gym. Being active was always fun to me.

 "Good to see you again, Steph. You been staying out of trouble?" he asked. I nodded.The big, burly doberman smiled at me, patted my head friendlily, and signed me in."Mr. Elliott is out today, so I'm subbing his classes. You have anything to turn in? I heard you've been behind. If you're all caught up you can hop in and play dodgeball, otherwise you'll have to start working on stuff," he

explained. But I didn't have anything to makeup."N-Nope! I have everything right here..." I said, handing him a stack of work."Good job, Steph! Go ahead and hop in," he said. It made me happy to hear him proud.Looking back behind me, I saw all the students having fun. My first instinct was to join in on the squeaking shoes, shouting, and laughs - but the soaked diaper under my skirt made me worried. It wasn't a good idea to be running and kicking and jumping up and down when I had such a big secret to hide! Worse, as I thought about it, another churning cramp hit my tummy. A big pout slipped across my face at the cramp and the lost fun I had to now endure.

 "Hey Steph! C'mon!" I heard a few of them call over. They were the same kids I was talking to in the hall; my usual clique. We always destroyed the other team at dodgeball!"H-Hey! I... I don't think I can today, guys. S-Sorry. My um... I'm just... not feeling good," I explained, rubbing my stomach. It wasn't exactly a lie... more like exaggerated truth.    "You okay Steph? We both know I can't let you leave unless it's an emergency. Too many excuses got you in trouble. Go and sit down... but I'd like to see you out there having fun. I can tell you worked hard. Give it a few minutes. Being active does the body good," my gym teacher said to me. He always was one of my favorite teachers.    "Yeah Steph, c'mon! You just need to move around!" I heard. A ball that my friend threw came out of nowhere and hit me gently on the side of the shoulder.    Before I could even react, I felt my friends come mobbing over and grabbing at me. They all cheered at my presence and wanted so badly for me to join in! I wanted to, and after a minute, my stomach cramping dulled down. It was hard not to give in to the peer pressure. I knew it was a bad idea, but it had been so long since I had had fun with my friends! After all, I had spent my whole weekend grounded and in diapers, drinking from bottles and spending my free time between changes doing homework. Running around sounded so, so good...

     "F-Fine... I... I think so. I just might not be able to do much," I warned. I had to be careful if I wanted to keep my sagging diaper from being seen. If my skirt goes up enough...    "Yeah yeah, sure! C'monnnn!" I heard. My friend wasted no time in grabbing me and pulling me out to the gym floor. Before I knew it, I was stumbling onto the side with my friends.    And so the game began! There was maybe 15 or 20 of us on one team, so the whole gym immediately erupted with squeaking shoes and the sounds of grunts. Rubber balls came flying up over the heads of students, and I quickly dodged to the sides. Holding my skirt down with one hand, I tried so hard to balance caution with reckless fun. It was scary, but nearly getting hit with a ball reminded me of how much fun I was

missing. Another near miss, followed by a catch. The teams were shrinking down. I feather footed my way and dared throw a ball, but I had to let go of my skirt to do so. Someone ran by just as I tossed it; my skirt went up, and I gasped as I let go of the ball, missing my toss to save my diaper from being seen. Back-and-forth I went, giggling as I watched my friends knock others out of the game, and vice-versa. Soon there was only a handful of us left on either side. Naturally we stayed back from the dividing line; it was time to be strategic. I didn't have a ball, so I kept my skirt down and did my best to avoid getting hit. Others weren't so lucky. In a few minutes, I found myself almost alone, too scared to bend down and pick up the balls from the floor. All eyes were soon on me as me and a couple of students did our best not to get hit with the heavy rubber balls.

     That was when it happened; a quick sprint past me and I could feel the wind swooping up my skirt again. I paid too much attention to holding my skirt down to notice the big jock on the far end running up with a ball in his hand. He was halfway across the gym - as close to me as he could get - when he threw the ball full force. Glancing up, a big, black heavy ball was soaring towards me at full speed! My natural instincts kicked in; I let go of my skirt to catch the ball, but wound up being more clumsy than graceful. The ball smacked me full force in my grumbling, sensitive stomach, but I managed to catch it on the rebound. Squeezing the ball against my tummy, everyone cheered... but I now felt like I was going to throw up. My cramping stomach was sent into overdrive as the heavy rubber ball smashed into it. It hurt... a lot, and even though everyone else was cheering on that I had caught the ball... I stood there with trembling hands, shaky legs, and a lump in my throat. My stomach was not happy anymore...

     "Alright, round two!" I heard.    It was hard to concentrate now with the stabbing in my stomach. I didn't want to cause a scene and walk away, but I couldn't help stand still for a few moments. My friend asked if I was okay, and I did my best to shrug it off. As the second game began I felt the blunt force of the impact fade away but the cramping wouldn't stop. I felt like I was going to throw up as I felt my stomach twisting and turning. Balls flew past me and bounced off of the wall as I hung back and avoided getting hit again. I thought about letting myself get hit, but I didn't want to be obvious and make my friends mad. The least I could do was tough it out for this round and sit the rest out. Surviving the game was getting harder and harder, though. The big, wide open gym began to reveal itself as bodies slowly began to sit on the bleachers as members of my team got outed, and here I was hiding in the back trying so hard not do something awful. My cramping was getting worse, and the urge to mess was imminent. I could hold

it back but the hit in the stomach made it painful because I was so sore. Soon, my limbs weren't trembling because of the excitement from the dodgeball game, but rather, the pain of holding back a big mess after my stomach had been dealt blunt force trauma. Before I knew it, though - I was one of the last alive on the team; the price of hiding for so long.

     "C'mon Stephhh! You can do it!" I heard my friend cheer from the side.    But I wasn't so sure. I kept hiding on the far wall and watching. My claws dug deep into the surface against my back as I felt another nausea-inducing wave of pain in my gut. My paws were beginning to sweat, and my whole body was hot. I needed to poop, and I needed to poop very, very soon. In fact, I wasn't even so sure I was going to be able to hold it till I could be somewhere private. The horror grew only worse though, as I realized I was now the only one left on my team. Rubber balls came slamming off of the wall next to me as they tried so hard to tag me from across the gym. I didn't want to get hit out of fear of messing my diaper, so I naturally jerked away from the balls; flinching and whining out of fear as they came nearly smashing into me. They couldn't hit me though, not from where they were... they began to get frustrated. The whole gym was erupting with a deafeningly loud cacophony of shouts. Some were cheers, others were frustrated call-outs from the opposite team. They all thought I was just messing with them and not taking the game seriously; being a funny prankster and just taunting them from the far wall. But eventually, I had to move. The last of the balls slammed off of the wall, and none of them had rolled back to the opposite side of the room.

     "Steph, seriously - that's enough. Pick up a ball and participate," I heard my gym teacher suddenly yell. No one was amused with me.    Tears were building on the corners of my eyes. Another wave of stomach pain subsided long enough for me to attempt to throw the game. I couldn't do it anymore. Picking up a nearby ball, I chucked it in the direction of an opponent hoping for a catch, but they had butter fingers and dropped it. I moved forward into the center of the gym and stood at the dividing line, and awaited the inevitable final punishing blow that would put an end to the misery I was experiencing. Standing there, I watched one of the tougher athletic students pick up the ball, ready for revenge after being frustrated for so long over not being able to hit me. He stood in the center, and wound his arm back as far as he could. Although I had intended to get hit, the windup he was beginning intimidated me - and I suddenly began to back off!    "Tag her dude!" I heard.    I backed off, and began skipping backwards to avoid a hard slam. I wasn't sure if my diaper was being seen or not - I wasn't even thinking about it. But I couldn't have moved fast enough to avoid

the soaring rubber ball from slamming into me. I tried to dodge it but everything moved so fast, and I moved so slow. I saw it coming right at me, and my natural reaction was clumsy. Instead of juking, I ducked - and I wound up eating the fastest moving hit I would ever fel in my entire life. The black, heavily inflated rubber ball slammed me dead on in the face. Physics took control of my body as I twirled around and landed stomach first onto the hardwood gymnasium floor. It hurt... very badly. My face stung, my elbows and knees hurt from hitting the floor. My brain must've bounced around in my skull a few times from how dizzy I had gotten upon impact. Worse, my stomach was back at it. I must've landed on it just right. Dazed, I stared around and found myself facing the exit to the gym, alone on the floor. And... as my senses came to... I began to realize I could hear hysterical laughter from a student

     "SHE'S WEARING A DIAPER! HOLY CRAP Steph IS IN A DIAPER!" I heard.    I went to jerk, but another stab in my stomach happened and stopped me. I couldn't help it anymore, and involuntarily forced out mess into my diaper. That's right when I realized... I had actually messed a bit already. It must've happened on my way down; I didn't even feel it. But a little relief led my body down the road and there was no going back. Hot, smelly relief forced its way out as I crawled onto all fours. Arching my back, I whined a bit as I felt my whole body heave and force out more of the mess. It slithered out of my butt and coiled back against the inside of my soaked diaper. My skirt was lifted up so the whole room could see as the back of my diaper bulged out as I pooped into it. It felt so, so good to let it out, but the shame of having everyone witness it was unbelievable. Between heaves, I had managed to spin onto my back to cover myself, at the cost of sitting in my own messy and soaked diaper. I wasn't sure how many had seen my diaper, but it was exposed for only a couple of seconds. I was disoriented and moving was sluggish with the fact that my body was forcing poop out.

     "I... I'm... I'm not! It's not what... I mean... ahh!" I whined, kicking myself back away from everyone. They all watched as I crawled backwards on my feet, back, and elbows for a second before climbing onto my feet.    The next few moments were all a blur as I heard a bunch of kids laughing. Others commented on the smell. I didn't even have control over myself anymore; I was just running out of the gym at full speed. Forcing open the heavy metal doors, I sprinted down the halls with tears in my eyes. I hoped so, so much that only a couple of kids had seen it and that no one would believe them. Me being in a diaper sounded like a pretty ridiculous rumor, I figured. But the mere fact that I was seen caused me to fall almost into a full blown panic attack. I was crying and sniffling as I ran down the halls, and even had to

stop for a minute to collect myself. Descending down onto the floor, right there on the hallway outside the nurse's office, I couldn't stop myself from both becoming a mess, and messing myself further. Covering my face, I sobbed as my messy diaper expanded further. Hot mess pressed up against me, between my buttcheeks and up my front a bit. It wasn't something I had never felt before; I was almost used to it. But to be doing so in school was so awful... and to think that everyone watched me... I could hardly live with myself now! I was so terribly humiliated!

     "Steph?" I suddenly heard. It was a familiar voice.    It broke my sobs. Looking up through teary eyes... I could see a familiar wolf staring back down to me. Of all the people in the school to see... it was that boy Mark that I had humiliated.    "Wh-what... wh-what do you want?" I asked, sniffing hard. My eyes were deep red and itchy from all the tears gushing out.    "Um... are you okay?" I heard him ask.    He seemed sincere... but I couldn't even figure out the answer. I hardly knew him, but just as I tried to force out something, the door to the nurse's office came swinging open.    "Stephanie! What happened? Come inside right this second!" I heard the nurse say.    She extended her hand towards me, and I naturally accepted it. From the floor, she pulled me up. Mark watched all the while as I continued sobbing with the nurse's hand guiding me inside. We made eye-contact one last time just as she slammed the heavy door behind me and lowered the blinds. The whole room went dark and quiet as I trembled with shame and fear of what the other students were going to say. This was the most awful day of my life!

     "What happened, dear? Oh my... you must've taken a spill. Scuffs on your knees and elbows... was this in gym class?" she asked me. I didn't say anything. Just big, kitten tears and sniffling."Oh my... someone must've... "The nurse lifted up my skirt and looked down at my soaked, full diaper without saying another word. The smell of the poop in my diaper spoke volumes for what I had to say to explain myself. The thick muck in my diaper clinged to me as she felt the front of it and inspected it."Such a stinky little girl. Don't worry dear, we'll get you out of that. My, some of you students grow into diapers so much easier than out of them. Not a day goes by where I don't change a leaky diaper here. This is just another day on the job," she said.My mind didn't even process what she was saying; I was too caught up in my own little world to be concerned about the business of others. I was too worried thinking about the gymnasium, and feeling disgusted with the fact that so many people watched my diaper bulge out as I pooped myself. I wanted to go home, but I couldn't. I knew deep down inside that running now

wouldn't be for the best in the long run. A few days of shame felt a lot better than an entire year; I just had to get this over with! Lying back, I let the nurse begin changing my diaper. I had grown used to it by now at home. My mom and dad had both been changing my wet and stinky diapers all weekend. I was their baby girl, after all. They always told me how much better I was like that, rather than how I was when I was causing problems and failing school. I knew they were right. Handing in all of my homework today felt good. It took hard work to do and hard work was never easy. If I'd have been following the rules before, I wouldn't have such a messy diaper between my legs. Sighing, I let the nurse do what she had to do...

 "So tell me, kitty. Have you been a good girl for mommy and daddy at home?" she asked.I nodded my head. The babyish treatment wasn't surprising. I knew she knew."Good girl. Someone was bad and now they're getting the baby punishment. Y'know, you might think you're the only one here who has had that happen... but you're not. Big babies are becoming more and more frequent... just like your diaper changes," she joked.I sighed and rolled my eyes. She peeled off the tapes of my diaper, and routinely pulled the front down without hesitation. This was unlike my mom or dad; there was no sensitivity here. Rather than being slow, careful, and caring like a mother would to her child, the school nurse approached this as a medical procedure. It was mechanical. She tore off the sides, flopped my heavily soaked diaper down onto the bed, and began wiping me quickly with her gloved hands. She approached this with haste; like she had other things to attend to and I was just another chore. She wasn't unkind, but... for a second, I actually started thinking about how much I'd rather have had my parents change my diaper. They did things different... they did things better. Rather than wiping me with a soft, gentle approach and make cutesy small talk with me, the nurse rubbed hard, fast, and asked me things I didn't want to talk about. I felt her clean up my messy butt, wet front, and sprinkle my whole diaper area with the powder. Finally, I felt her slide the next diaper beneath my butt and pull it up over me.

 "Okay dear, you're all clean. You can hang out here for a little while to get your head together. It's fifth period now, so don't wait too long or you'll be out a lunch," she reminded.I didn't want to think about anything anymore. The dimly lit and quiet room wasn't great enough for me to stay there when I knew food was waiting for me. It scared me to think that my friends might have questions to ask. Of course, my friends were my friends... they were probably worried. Everyone else though? I didn't want to think about it. A quick glance over my scuffed knees and elbows, a few minutes went by, and I was ready to move.    "See you soon," the nurse said as I

left. I rolled my eyes...    Outward into the school halls I went, without a second thought. My hands were still shaking from everything that had happened before, but I knew there was no escaping the inevitable questions I'd be facing. As I made my way out into the sunny and empty school halls, I sort of rehearsed my answers in my head. Of course I wasn't wearing a diaper! Smell? What smell? Was I drunk in English class? Of course not, just really tired! Over and over, I rehearsed my lines. The sound of my own diaper didn't even register in my head anymore as I spoke to myself inside of my mind, interviewing myself and trying to become as prepared as possible for the awkward moments that lay before me. As I descended the staircase and began walking towards the crowded cafeteria, though... I felt my rehearsed words escape me. So many faces turned towards me with confused expressions. I thought it was all in my head... but, as they peaked at me from head-to-toe, and began looking towards my skirt... I knew what was happening. They were scanning me, whispering while eyeballing me.

     Rumors were already on the move...    "Hey Steph," I heard suddenly. It was one of my friends from my clique.    "Ah! H-Hey..." I said, spinning around. We were both standing outside of the cafeteria entrance. Some of the boys against the wall looked over and giggled, but they left us alone.    "...how're you? Y-You took a nasty fall back there..." she said to me. My friend looked at me up and down, and peaked at my scuffed elbow.    I shrugged, and scratched the back of my head. There was a real awkward silence between both of us. She was my best friend for years, and I could tell that she wasn't just running into me by pure chance in the hall. We knew each other well enough to know that there was a lot of explaining to do on both of our parts; she had questions, and I had secrets.    "...you wanna come sit with us?" she asked. I nodded.    "I'd like that," I explained. She smiled.    My friend put her hand into mine and together we walked through the cafeteria together. A bunch of students looked in our direction. Everyones' stares seemed to pierce through me like knives. Each step, I grew weaker by enduring the painful snickering and gazes. My head was held high, but by the time I made it to our usual table, I was looking straight down at the floor. Everything could have been in my head; the giggling in the background, the convicting eyes beaming at me as I made my way through, and the whispering I thought I heard. But I truly couldn't tell anymore. With everything that had happened in the gymnasium before, I somehow doubted that I was making things up in my own head now.

     "Hey Steph!" I heard my friends all greet.    "...h-hey," I timidly said.    The tension was unbelievable. I knew

that they all knew that I was a wearing a diaper at this very minute, and no one was going to say anything until I did. I maintained my silence for a little while. The girl that I came in with got my lunch for me while I sat there moaping with an aura of melancholy unlike any of them had ever seen. The only thing that made me worse was that they were actually getting worried for me.    "You... okay, Steph? Anything... you need to talk about?" they asked. I shrugged.    "...I know what you guys saw," I said.    The girl across from me nodded her head and smiled that dumb, hollow smile someone often gives to acknowledge something as a courtesy. Everyone else grew quiet and looked at eachother. It was unbelievably awkward... but I didn't feel as though I was going to be judged. These were my friends, after all. We got into trouble so often but we stuck through no matter what. I knew that I could tell them... but telling them was going to be so, so weird. All I could do was just acknowledge it, though. There was no better way to talk about it something than to just throw it out there and talk about it.

     "I'm um... I'm... wearing a um... yeah..." I weakly said. Still no one said anything.    "...a diaper, guys. I'm... wearing a diaper," I said. They all nodded their heads.    "We know... everyone... kind of does, Steph. I mean, when your skirt went up and stuff... there wasn't... any thinking it was anything else," my friend said with an uncomfortable laugh. I huffed...    Without any other way to go about it, I began to explain everything. I talked about it all; getting in trouble all year, and the bad thing that had landed me in so much trouble last week. The partying and the skipped school, and how now I was going to fail my senior year. I told them about how that disappointed my parents, and how one day I woke up and was being told by my mom that I was going to be treated like a baby for being so irresponsible. They wanted another kid, and I was acting like a baby... so what better reason to be babied, right? I kept going. I told them about the diapers, the baby bottles, and other things. They asked the natural questions; am I actually using them? I didn't want to admit it, but they knew. Next came the disgust on their part. They told me how demented my parents were; how cruel and unusual it was. I wanted to agree with them... but... I didn't feel that way. I was eighteen years old, never had a job, and was failing school. I was doing stuff in my free time with no plans of doing anything better. Their babyish treatment actually got me thinking straight. It was harsh... but... effective...

     "Wow, Steph... that's so crazy..." my best friend said. I nodded my head.    Everyone looked at me and nodded back. We all agreed that what was happening was strange, but I wasn't terribly upset about it anymore. Sure, the

shame at school was upsetting, but I wasn't mad at anyone but myself. I knew this was ultimately my own fault.    "Well we're here for you, you know that? We're still your friends! You know you should've come to us about this. Now we've got your back," one said.    "Yeah! It's like... we're gonna have a little sister in the crew now, or something," another girl said. I blushed. I guess that was kind of how things were, now.    And so it was, we all talked about it on a lighter note. We started to make jokes like we always did about stuff going on. I was in a diaper, being babied around the clock at home - and here my friends were, keeping things from getting awkward by poking fun at it. They joked about babysitting fees, and who would be the first to change my diaper. It was all in good fun, and as they kept going back and forth, it made me smile for the first time all day. I didn't mind at all... and somehow, being so open about it now... it actually made the situation a lot easier to deal with. by the end of the lunch period, I knew we were all square, and that I had a group of amazing people behind my back no matter what. The feeling of loneliness that brought us all together in the first place was keeping us together once more. As the bell rang, we all hugged and together we all walked to my next class. Certain students glanced over, pointed, and laughed in my direction. I just did my best to ignore them. My day was nearing it's end, and now, with my friends behind me, I knew that the worst was over...

     My sixth class went by mostly without incident. After eating, I felt tired. The thought of sleeping in class was tempting... and I even joked to myself about how, if I was going to be a baby again, then I should at least get nap time again! Staying awake the best I could, I took notes, turned in a boring worksheet, and did what I was supposed to. At one point, I actually had to pee. I wet myself right in the middle of class, and hardly thought much about it. Sure, I felt nervous for a second, but as I glanced around and realized no one was paying any attention to me, I was going to be just fine. Taking a deep breath in, I just kept working. Even as a soggy diaper cat, I had to be a good student. The bell rang for my sixth class, and I was soon on my way again towards my seventh class. Still no incident. Before I knew it, my eighth and final period was upon me. It was the last class I had to endure... and also one of the hardest. Although most of the latter half of my day had gone by without incident... this one was a bit different.

     "Welcome back to math, students," I heard from my teacher as I entered the class.    I made my way inside of the class, hugging my math book and a mountain of overdo homework. Looking over, I saw a bunch of pairs of thick rimmed glasses staring at me. They hadn't seen me in some time, and I often wasn't nice to any of

the... more intellectually talented and socially handicapped students that were in there. A few of them had grins on their faces, though. Somehow I knew they knew what had happened in the gym.    "Thanks for joining us, Stephanie. It's... been a long time," I heard my teacher say.    The slender, young fox laughed at me and poked his glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he took my pile of homework.    "Oh boy. Someone has been busy. I'd say good luck on your exam today, but it looks like you're prepared. Thanks, Stephanie," he said. I smiled and nodded.    Making my way to the only seat left, dead center in the class, I shyly sat down and mentally prepared myself for the subject I was worst at. This exam had a lot riding on the line...

     "Be right back class, stay put. It'd seem I'm the one unprepared today," he joked, before dashing out of the classroom. The door shut behind him, and we all sat in silence.    "...hope you got your diaper changed first, Steph," I heard someone whisper.    "Yeah! Wouldn't want to throw up during class," another student said.    I frowned at both of them and fell down into my seat.    "I-I don't know what you're talking about," I defended.    "Oh yes you do, diaper girl," one of them said.    "Is it true? Like... seriously, is it true? The bitch that's been making fun of us in the halls is actually one of those freaks that likes to wears diapers?" another asked.    "Shut up!" I cried out.    "Mhmmm! I heard about those freaks on the internet! They like crapping their pants and being babied or something. So pathetic," another one said.    "Hey! I don't... I don't -"    "Just shut up Stephanie, seriously," a kid said to me.    I felt horrible. I listened as they went back-and-forth, making jokes about me and the diaper they knew I had on. It disgusted me. The feeling of being made fun of and dismissed was one of the worst things I had ever felt. Sure, I'd have been picked on before... but this was lower than that. This was without any regard for my feelings. As the class began, I continued thinking about how many of them couldn't have cared less about me. How could it happen for no reason? I had picked on them before, but I was never so mean. Was this really justice to them - to call me horrible names, and say things no one should ever say? Sitting there with my test, I just shook my head and remembered why I skipped class so often. The test was hard and the condescending glares from the students that didn't care about mel made it harder. Every so often, I'd wriggle about, only to hear the crinkle beneath my skirt and an amused snicker echo back from a faceless bully. I drew diagrams, crunched numbers and formulas, and applied my logic the best I could. Time

passed. At some point, I let myself pee again. This time it was easier, even when I was surrounded with hostility. All I had to do was tilt my butt to the side, softly piddle into my diaper, and sit back down. Of course, I did my best not to get noticed. I didn't think I did.

     "Alright, time's up class. Turn in your exams. I'll see you all tomorrow," the teacher said as the bell rang. Without any delay, I made my way up to the front of the class.    Slapping my exam down, I did my best to shoulder my way through everyone who tried to keep me back. Right in the doorway, I suddenly became blocked by someone's' body. They spun around, turned towards me, and laughed right in my face."Where you going, diaper girl? Off to get that diaper changed after such an exhausting test? Gosh, a baby girl like you... how'd you get in here anyway?" he said. I tried my best to push my way through, but he hardly budged."Diaper or not, she's too stupid to have done any good on that exam," I heard someone say. I spun to face them as they approached; I was becoming trapped in the doorway."Shut up!" I defended.Suddenly, I felt a hand pull up my skirt!"She really is wearing a diaper!" the person blocking me yelled.Immediately, I spun around to face them - only for the person behind me to pull my diaper.

 "What the hell is wrong with you idiots!" I shouted - suddenly punching the student behind me full force in the chest for daring."Hey! What's going on over there!" I heard the teacher yell. A line had formed, and my yelling caught the attention.As the student I punched gasped for breath and fell back a bit into an empty desk, I took my leave. The student that was blocking me made his way to the side as I exitted. Tears swelled in my eyes as I finally made my way out from there. It was disgusting to feel so helpless. How could they do that? Doing my best to keep myself together, I kept moving. I had no reason to go anywhere else but home now. My locker didn't have anything worth grabbing; I just wanted to go home. Hastily, I made my way through all the idle students. Already, there was a huge mob of students in front of the building. The buses were lined up, and all I had to do was wait for mine to arrive. Doing my best to stay calm, I huffed and stood outside. I did my best to imagine that my bullying was behind me back in the math class... but I was soon proven wrong.

 "Well, well, well... if it isn't Stephanie, the stink cat. The diaper wearing girl who likes to act like a big girl," I heard. Looking over... it was the worst person I could've seen."C-Candace," I said.I was in the middle of the crowd of students outside the school, beneath awning leading towards the entrance. It wasn't as nice out as it was in the morning; dark, gloomy clouds added a dramatic flair to seeing Candace standing before me.

Her clean, white fur blew gracefully in the wind, and her sharp yellow feline eyes cut me like a knife."Yeah I heard what happened. Must've sucked pretty bad. What's wrong with you now? You have some freak condition that makes you shit yourself?" she said. I puffed my chest and pointed my nose up."No..." I said... kind of at a loss of words as to what to say about that."H-Hey! It's that girl that fell in gym!" I heard.More laughs started behind me and completely broke my confidence. My chest deflated as I stared at Candace. The wind blew, and pulled my skirt up a bit. Without thinking, I held a hand onto it to keep it from revealing my shame.

 "That's right. Keep your hand down. You know, there's nothing stopping me from just... you know... doing something terrible, Stephanie. Ooooh, how bad what it be if I pulled your skirt up right now. How awful would it be?" Candace threatened, taking careful steps towards me.I began to back off..."Hmph... you'd need to try pretty hard to do that," I said, still stepping backward."I heard you have a thing for Logan. Well guess what, he's never going to love a disgusting cat bitch who just shits herself. I don't ever want to hear you even mention his name... ever, ever again. Is that clear?" Candace said to me. My heart sank."Y-You can't... do that, Candace. Logan... he likes me! I know he does! He and I -""You and him nothing. That little party last week? It never happened. Is that clear!?" Candace said.I felt my back go up against the wall. Students were looking over by now as it was clear I was getting attacked. But before anyone could say anything..."Logan!" I heard.Glancing over, the big husky I loved came strutting his way through. Even the cloudy skies couldn't seem to block the sun from shimmering wherever he walked. The huge, strong hunk that I adored walked right over to both of us, and my heart went aflutter, as if my hero had arrived! I wanted nothing more than for him to see how awful of a person Candace was. He'd surely remember everything that happened the other night, and whisk me away to his castle!

 "What's going on, ladies?" he asked. Him and his entourage stopped at Candace and I."Logan! Oh... nothing. I was just... telling Stephanie here how... proud I am of her!" Candace lied."For what?" Logan asked, looking in my direction. I was still pressed against the wall."For... I don't know! Something!" Candace gave up. I rolled my eyes."Logan, she was threatening me! She... she said you didn't care about me!" I called out.Logan stared down at me, and then over at Candace. I knew for certain he'd give her what she deserved!"I'm... wait, I'm sorry. Who... who are you again?" he then said, looking directly at me."What do you mean? I'm... I'm Stephanie!" I

said - suddenly pushing myself away from the wall. My heart lept!"Stephanie... yeah I know you... but... why do I care about you?" he then said.I blankly stared at him with my mouth agape... and shook my head."W-What? B-But... we've... we've been talking... a-and last week -""Woah, look, I don't know what you're talking about," he suddenly cut off."What? Yes... yes you do! That party! You... you had your hands all over me!"

 Suddenly his whole entourage began laughing; onlookers to the spectacle all turned and looked at what was happening."I don't think I did? Look, I was really, really trashed... I drank a lot of beer," he began."You were so drunk, bro!" his friend shouted behind him. He laughed, and the two pounded fists together in agreement."Yeah! I was... God, so unbelievably drunk. But I don't think I was drunk enough to touch someone who craps themselves. I mean... c'mon... I'm Logan!" he declared."Logan! Logan! Logan!" a small group chanted. He simply shrugged at me.Tears welled up in my eyes, and I felt an emotion unlike anything I had ever felt. As my heart crumbled down, I could feel everything I had begin breaking down. Laughter and the smug expressions of two people I now despised inspired a systematic shattering of my morale. I couldn't contain myself anymore; my face squished together, and I began howling with hysterical sobbing. Cupping my face in my hands, I could feel the hot tears pouring out as my chest sank and burned with a heat hot enough to melt my heart.

 "What's going on here?" I heard. It was one of my friends, but I paid no attention to them."You should get your diaper-girl friend out of here before -""SHUT UP!" I suddenly screamed!Without any hesitation, I lunged forward, and swiped a hard hit across Candace's face with my claws out. It happened so fast she couldn't react; the prissy cat flew back into the dirt. My next target was Logan. Caught in a blind rage, I lept towards the husky with everything I had. Throwing fists and claws, I acted like a feral animal and attacked Logan with unyielding force. Of course, it wasn't anything the huge dog hadn't dealt with before. I sliced his skin once or twice, got a slap in or two, but ultimately, I found arms both grabbed by him. Next, his friends all jumped in and grabbed ahold of me. My friends tried their best to get my free from his athletic entourage but they were useless. I felt myself get pinned against the wall by two people I didn't know; everything was happening so fast."You want to hit me? Do you know who I am? Do you know who I am, Stephanie?" he said to me with a sharp, angry tone. I was just crying, kicking, and screaming.

 I felt a hand pull my skirt up."I can't hit you but I swear to God I'm going to ruin you for trying to say I'd ever touch someone as

gross as you," he said to me - pulling out his phone.He backed up with his whole entourage blocking everyone else off. They knew they only had a few seconds before the faculty or other students intervened. I screamed and kicked as I felt my skirt get pulled fully up; my soggy diaper no longer hidden at all. Quickly, Logan began to aim his camera phone at me, and I knew that I'd soon be a laughing stock on the internet."Agh, why won't it focus? Just... one more..."Suddenly, out of nowhere, just as I knew I was about to ruined for years and years - something unbelievable happened. I closed my eyes while I waited for my life to be ruined, but instead of hearing satisfied laughter, I heard a sudden smack, shouting, and a loud scuffle. Opening up my eyes, I no longer saw Logan or his entourage. My hands were let go as they ran off to go help. Looking over, I saw a bunch of backs as everyone faced something I couldn't see. Everyone else; all the other students, all had wide eyes, shouted, cheered, and moaned. There was a fist fight happening! I couldn't stand there anymore; tears in my eyes, I backed off and slid along the wall to get back inside. But from what I could see it was my friends... and Mark attacking Logan! The wolf that I made fun of earlier... he was attacking Logan! I wanted to stay, but I felt someones' hand grab mine.

 "Stephanie, come inside right now!" I heard. It was the nurse. She and a bunch of other faculty members were running out full speed to stop the brawl.As we were led back inside, I kept my eyes locked. I couldn't see much because of the wall of bodies. I heard shouting. I saw Logan on the ground, and then Mark. They were both in the mud, throwing fists. They both looked bruised. Screaming from my friends echoed out as they came thrusting through the wall of bodies; two girls attacking and tackling just one of his hulking friends. I couldn't see anything else after they hit the ground too. Before I knew it, I was inside of the school once again, escorted away, and tossed into the nurse's' station. The door slammed shut behind me but the commotion could be heard faintly through the windows in the office; the sound of people shouting and cheering. It was like the sound of a sports event with the volume turned down; the sounds of so many people screaming so loudly, yet hushed to the level of a whisper in the distance.

 "You stay here Stephanie, I'm serious! Do not move from that spot," the nurse told me.I didn't dare move a muscle as I watched her run back out. In the dimly lit nurse's station, I sat back in one of the chairs with my back against the wall. Tears were still dripping out of my eyes every-so-often, and as the adrenaline wore off, that ugly feeling inside of my chest came back. All I could do was close my eyes; I was too in shock to even think about what must've been happening outside. Minutes passed without interruption. It was

impossible not to reflect and absorb as everything hit me in waves. How could Logan be such a monster? My prince charming turned out to be so, so ugly... uglier than I could've ever imagined. And Mark - oh my, Mark. It didn't make sense; why would he defend me like that? He was big, sure... but he wasn't athletic. He wasn't a fighter! But... he was brave. And he did what he needed to do to save me. That wasn't something I'd ever forget.Before long, a ruckus began echoing down the halls. Loud, masculine shouting; a mix of adult and young adult arguing. I couldn't sit still any longer. Jumping up from my seat, I ran up to the windows and saw everyone involved in the scuffle being escorted back inside. Mark and Logan both screamed at each other, pointed fingers, and called each other out like some primitive match between neanderthals. I didn't think Mark had it in him; not with how soft spoken he was. Both boys had bruised and cut up faces, and both had blood on their shirts from bloody noses. They both sat down in the office where I could see the principal waiting. Next came the girls; both friends, and my enemy. They all looked a mess; hair was everywhere and undone, makeup smeared, and each with a look of rage. Candace was crying and looked like she had attempted to jump in but got a taste of what a real fight tasted like.

 And so it was. From behind the glass, I watched as everyone who was involved was brought back in. I could see the nurse looking over Mark and Logan as they explained themselves to school faculty. Eventually the police arrived, and then everyone's' parents. We all explained our side of the story to the faculty and police. I had to stay after hours for a little while. I didn't mind... but I did really want to go home. When everything was said and done, we were able to go back out. By the time we were about to leave, it had begun raining outside. I could see it all from the windows in the hallway. Heavy downpouring had begun and winds were picking up; the first heavy shower of the year. Looking over, I saw Mark sitting against the wall. My parents stayed behind to have a word with some of the faculty; probably about my diapers or something. It left me and my wolf savior alone for a few minutes."Hey..." I said. He looked up and smiled. His one eye was black and his lip had a slice in it, likely from being struck.

 "Hey Steph," he said back. Despite his face, he just looked exhausted more than injured.Silence filled the air between us. The rain sounded like static in the background."...thanks, Mark," I said, before calmly sitting down next to him."Don't mention it," he groaned. I heard him deflate his chest as he exhaled heavily through his nose."Why... did you do that?" I asked, looking at him dead in the eye.More silence filled the air. He didn't look at me, but I could tell he was thinking. The battered wolf looked down at the

ground at his feet and kept his silence. I looked away as I began to feel as though I knew very well why. My chest burned again as I felt his own from just a foot or two away resonating the same heat I had for the one he was defending me from. The distant sound of my parents could be heard through the office as they were drawing close. I bent over, closed my eyes, and gently kissed Mark on the top of his head."Thank you," I whispered. He looked up at me and smiled.Without another moment, the door swung open. My parents and the nurse, principal, and whoever else was there, all got done talking. They shook hands, and together I left the school. It wasn't my last day there, but it felt like the last day I'd remember. It was one of the most historic days I'd surely ever live through. So many embarrassing moments, so many productive ones. So many closed off ties, and yet so many newly opened possibilities. We ran through the rain and got into my car. My parents confirmed that I was alright, and I told them I was. Together, we all drove away. As we passed by the doorway, I could see Mark staring out at me through the rain. I hoped he would recover soon. We both waved to one-another, and I knew for certain we'd be talking again soon...