Chad was rock hard now. He licked his lips and took a closer look at the diaper. There was a hole in the back, perhaps for a dog's tail? The multicolored spiral eyes seemed to draw him in. His tongue lolled out of his mouth. He needed to obey. He wanted to obey. He wanted to be one of the pack, one of the good diapered dogs on the diaper. He was lost in the spirals.
Buzz!
The final passing bell rang. He was going to be late to class. He stood up. There was a puddle of drool between his shoes. The diaper was gone. His lucky red underwear hung on the back of the bathroom stall door. He looked down at his jeans. The looked normal. He unbuttoned his fly, he was wearing the diaper. He buttoned his fly. Looked like he was committed now. He chuckled, wadded up his undies and shoved them in his Letterman's jacket pocket. Then he headed to class.
As he trotted down the hall, the vice principal saw him running. He shouted, "Heel boy!" Chad froze. The vice principal looked confused. He had meant to say stop, not heel. He walked over to Chad.
"Do you have a hall pass, Chad?" he asked.
"No, sir, I don't."
Chad sounded sorry and terrified. He looked at the vice principal was puppy dog eyes.
The vice principal was flustered again. His throat was suddenly dty.
"Why are you late to class?"
"Sorry, sir, I was in the John. Uh, I think maybe I got the stomach flu," he lied. Then his stomach rumbled noisily, and he wondered if perhaps it wasn't a lie.
The vice principal took a pad out of his pocket. Chad was sure it was a detention slip.
"Here, we can't have you tardy to class. It's good all day, if need to go to the bathroom again. Stomach flu is no fun."
Chad looked down at the slip of paper in his hand. It was an all day hall pass.
The vice principal didn't know why he did that, but he had. He then tousled Chad's blond head they way he petted his golden retriever, scratching Chad behind his ear. Chad seemed to react just like the vice principal's dog. He raised his leg, and moved it rapidly back and forth.
"Go to class, boy!" ordered the vice principal, he swatted Chad's butt, and the quarterback dropped to all fours and scampered to class.
The vice principal stared at Chad bounding down the hall on all fours. He was suddenly dizzy. He caught himself on the wall. He barely remembered his encounter with Chad. The faint musky odor of Chad's cologne seemed to linger. It reminded the vice principal of wet dog. He needed to rest. He headed for his office.
When Chad reached his class, he got up on his hind feet to open the door.
"Chad, you're late," snapped Ms.Domino.
"Sorry, ma'am, I gotta pass." He handed her the pass. She looked it over, and handed it back like it was covered with plague germs. Chad just stood there staring at her with the pass in his hand. He notices the back of his hand looks really hairy.
She looked flustered. He smelled like a wet dog. She needed to get him away from her. The pungent perfume was making her dizzy. She pointed in the general direction of Chad's desk, and commanded, "Sit, Chad."