Home Ec. Kelly loved cooking and sewing. She was a bit nervous about how well she’d be able to do those things as a toddler, but since the school seemed used to her new age, hopefully she’d be able to do something. The teacher, Mrs. Harmon, walked in.
“Class, today we’ll be continuing our work with sewing,” she announced. There was scattered groaning throughout the class. Mrs. Harmon went to the board and wrote the tasks everyone needed to complete that day. The class silently got up and went to the sewing machines to work. Kelly got to her feet, ready to do something, anything. Mrs. Harmon came over to her playpen and lifted her.
However, instead of being carried to a sewing machine, or a baby version of a sewing machine, Kelly was brought to a dollhouse in the corner. Mrs. Harmon set her down.
“Play house, okay?” Mrs. Harmon instructed.
“But I want to do something,” Kelly protested.
“You are doing something. You’re playing house.”
“But-”
“Look, I know you prefer cooking days because we have the Easy Bake Oven for you to use, but your parents were clear. You can’t use a sewing machine. It’s too dangerous.”
“But-” Kelly tried again. Mrs. Harmon scowled at her.
“One more peep out of you and you’re getting a spanking,” she warned. Kelly fell silent. Home Ec might be her favorite class, but Mrs. Harmon was not her favorite teacher. “Play house. If you need a changing, let me know.” At that precise moment, Kelly’s bowels emptied into her diaper with a loud fart. Mrs. Harmon sighed. “Great.”
“Please change me?” Kelly begged. Mrs. Harmon rubbed her forehead.
“Oh, I’m going to. The school would suspend me if I didn’t.” She went to Kelly’s wagon, removed diaper changing supplies, and came back to the corner Kelly was sitting in. To Kelly’s shock and horror, Mrs. Harmon then went to her desk, where she laid down a changing pad and set Kelly on her back on it. In front of the entire class, Mrs. Harmon removed Kelly’s messy diaper, wiped her down, and taped a fresh diaper on.
“Thank you,” Kelly said meekly. Mrs. Harmon rolled her eyes. She put Kelly back at the dollhouse and left to throw away the old diaper and wipes.
After that, Kelly remained quiet in her corner, half-heartedly playing with the dollhouse. Finally, the bell rang. Kelly got to her feet. Lisa brought over her wagon with her things. Kelly thanked her, then left the classroom. Ryan was waiting for her in the hall. Without saying anything, he stuck a finger down the back of Kelly’s diaper. Kelly let out a soft yelp of surprise.
“Clean,” Ryan announced. “I’m surprised. Your parents said you didn’t go number two this morning, so I expected I’d be wiping you down right now.”
“I went during class.”
“Oh, man.” Ryan chuckled. “As if Mrs. Harmon needed another reason to hate you.” He took Kelly’s hand. “Come on, time for daycare.” Kelly looked up at him in shock.
“Daycare?” she asked. Ryan raised an eyebrow at her.
“Uh, yeah. Your parents fought the school about your workload, remember? You only have classes every other period. When you’re not in class, you’re in the school daycare.”
“I don’t need daycare,” Kelly protested.
“I know. You told them that and I told them that. But you know how your parents are. They don’t listen.” Ryan sighed. “You convinced them to let you stay in high school, but it’s easier than kindergarten for you now.” They arrived at the school daycare. It was established back when there was a flurry of teen pregnancies at the high school. Despite there being fewer pregnant students now, it remained open. Many teachers had their kids attend the daycare, and some high schoolers even worked there for class credit.
“I’m dropping Kelly off,” Ryan announced, walking into the daycare. The person manning the front desk looked up with a smile.
“Got it.” To Kelly’s growing horror, the girl was Kylie, someone she absolutely despised. And the feeling was mutual. “Are we still on for date night?”
“Of course, babe,” Ryan said with a wink. Kelly’s heart plummeted to her feet. Her ex-boyfriend was dating the person she hated most! Well, Jennifer took priority over Kylie now. But Kylie was still number two. This horrible realization caused her to flood her diaper with urine. Neither Kylie nor Ryan noticed.
“Come on, Kelly,” Kylie said sweetly, taking Kelly’s hand and leading her further into the daycare. “Go play with the other toddlers, okay? It’s important to socialize with your peers.” There was a vicious glint in Kylie’s eyes as she repeatedly emphasized that Kelly was now a toddler. Kelly scowled at her. “And don’t be afraid to ask for a change if you need one!”
There was no way in hell Kelly was going to ask Kylie for a change. She’d rather sit in a wet diaper. Kelly sat on the floor, her diaper growing clammier and more uncomfortable. She could feel herself beginning to cave. A diaper change sounded better than anything else right now.