Kelly was beyond humiliated. The stupid transformation or dare game had stripped her of her status as a teenager. As she walked to class, dragging her wagon behind her, she felt warmth spread through her diaper. Not only had she lost her age, she’d lost her potty training as well. She shuddered to think of what would happen the first time she messed her diaper.
When Kelly arrived at her classroom, to her growing dread, she saw a playpen set up where her desk had been yesterday. The teacher swooped in, picked Kelly up, and placed her in the playpen. The classmate next to Kelly was the one to hand her the items she needed for class. Kelly’s heart sunk as she saw that her books and other school supplies had been changed to match her age. Her pencils were large crayons, her neat and orderly college-ruled notebooks now had no lines on the pages and cartoon characters on the covers. Even her textbooks had been replaced with picture book versions, with large fonts and small words.
Despite this, Kelly did her best to be the dutiful student she’d been mere minutes ago. She listened attentively to the teacher, scribbled down notes with her crayons, and tried to avoid attracting attention to herself. The bell rang. Kelly got to her feet along with the rest of the class. As the teacher approached her playpen to remove her, she felt her knees bend into a squat. Then, grunting, she pushed. Her mouth fell open in horror. She was messing herself!
Kelly tried to push harder, to get it over with faster, but Jennifer’s curse worked too well. She had no control over her bowels whatsoever. It felt like hours that Kelly squatted in her playpen, grunting and pushing. It wasn’t actually that long, but by the time she finished, the next class had come in. With one last grunt, Kelly straightened.
“I need a change,” she said meekly. The teacher nodded and took Kelly out of the playpen.
“Go find the nurse,” the teacher instructed, putting Kelly’s items into her wagon. Now waddling due to the load in her diaper, Kelly left the classroom, dragging her wagon with her. On her way to the nurse, a hall monitor stopped her, only to let her go the second he smelled the mess in her diaper.
The diaper change from the nurse was humiliating, to say the least, but at the end of it, Kelly was glad to be in a clean diaper again. Now changed, Kelly set off for the next thing on her schedule.