Aaron looked around his surroundings once he hit submit. The bathroom now looked very different. Instead of stalls and urinals, there were numerous teen-sized changing stations and teen-sized training potties. As he was trying to get his bearings, one of the most popular boys in school, Dylan, rushed into the bathroom, wearing only a shirt and training pants. A young woman carrying a clipboard and diaper bag followed him, looking bored. Dylan pulled down his training pants and hurriedly sat on the training potty. The sound of urine hitting the inside of the potty soon sounded.
“Good job, Dylan,” the woman said, marking something on the clipboard. “You’re almost fully potty trained.”
“Nice,” Dylan said. He looked over at Aaron with a smirk. “Unlike some diaper-wearing dorks.” Aaron scowled. He turned away so he could use the phone.
“Dylan didn’t have an accident” became “Dylan did have an accident”. Aaron turned his head. The woman was now shaking her head sadly at Dylan, who was sitting on the training potty still wearing his training pants, which were now visibly soaked.
“Come on, Dylan, you can do better than that,” she said. Aaron smirked. So could he.
“Dylan wet his training pants” became “Dylan messed his training pants”. Aaron turned around fully this time to see the results. Dylan was no longer sitting on the training potty. Rather, he was squatting on the floor, crying loudly, a massive load of poop visible through his training pants.
“All right, Dylan, you know the rules,” the woman said. She pulled down one of the changing tables. “You get three strikes for wetting yourself but only one for messing yourself. You’re going back to diapers.”
“Please, it was a fluke,” Dylan begged. The woman shook her head.
“No exceptions. Maybe you need to go to remedial potty training,” she suggested. Aaron nodded slowly. Now, there was an idea. Apparently, since potty training was done in high school, students were in classes that fit their abilities. Aaron quickly sent Dylan to remedial potty training, then checked on his own status.
“Aaron is enrolled in Basic Potty Training.” That was the average track, his brain supplied as it filled with new memories to fit the reality. Remedial was for those truly struggling, while advanced was for those almost out of not just diapers, but training pants altogether. Aaron’s fingers hovered over the phone as he debated whether to stay in Basic Potty Training or get put in a different class.