Leah gulped as she saw her regular school bus outside approaching it's usual stop. She's ridden it numerous times before, but since her last drive ended with her in a rear-facing car seat, she had no idea what to expect. It wasn't just the experience of being babied (which she was clearly enjoying) but how her peers would react. Would they treat her like before, mostly ignored and occasionally mocked for her underdeveloped body and awkward demeanor? Would it get worse, now that she's significantly more infantile? Would it somehow get better? The best Leah could do was steel herself, and stick to her guns: she decided to meet her inevitable new baby-life with open arms, and she wasn't going to back down from that. All she needed to do was stay confident, and do what felt natural.
As she approached, she saw the regular set of students standing by the stop turn to look at her. It was dark, so she couldn't see their reactions. Sucking her paci more intensely, she did her best in trying to keep her anxiety down at the unfortunately teenage-based insecurities constantly warning her about other's judgement. Of all the things she'd lost in these warps, why couldn't she lose that? She tried her best to ignore them, standing idly while the bus approached, tightly hugging her plushy to combat her nerves; at the very least, she already had her morning poop and wouldn't have to worry about stinking the bus up.
The bus screeched to a stop, hissing loudly as the door opened. Leah waited patiently for the other's to board first before following behind, glad that no one has acted like she was weird or acting differently. She typically liked sitting near the front, where few people sat and allowed her to exit first, so she tried bolting to the front seat as fast as possible. However, she's stopped in her tracks by the bus driver.
"Woah, where are you going missy?" The man asked. Leah practically hid her self behind her stuffy, expecting some confrontation but still not enjoying being put on the spot.
"Taking a seat?" She squeaked out.
"Sorry kid, but you still need your special seating arrangement. I don't like it anymore than you, but it's my job."
Leah groaned, not surprised but still disliking the feeling of multiple eyes trained on her. To make matters worse, she feels her diaper warming as her only indication that she's wetting herself.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to. What, um...what are those again?"
The light sound of giggles from the bus made Leah shrivel inside. This was somehow worse than her first day of high school! How is she supposed to know? Tina never mentioned anything about this!
The driver sighed, making Leah guilty for making a rough job much harder, "Come on kid, you know what it is. It's..."