The Diaper Lover and the Intruder


“Freyja, you sure you’re going to be alright?”

“Fine Mom, I’ll be fine. I’m eighteen years old. I can manage myself.”

“Well, alright, but remember to call or text me if there’s anything.”

“Go on your trip Mom. I can manage myself. Really.” I tensed up for and additional sentence of anxiety but she finally gave me a hug and minutes later, she and her luggage were transported away. I watched as the taxi moved away from sight before scampering up to my room. Locking the door, I drew the curtains before dragging out the large cardboard box from under my bed. With the help of a box cutter, my body trembled as I slit the cardboard open, revealing the dark blue travel bag-size pack underneath. I continued to tremble as I used my fingers to slowly tear open the dotted line, despite it having a ‘scissors’ symbol. Finally, the plastic gave way to reveal the many rectangular shapes. Wiping my sweaty hands clean, I extracted one of the diapers out.

Yes diapers. Not something a senior teenager would wear or one who’s not suffering from any bladder control. Alas, I, Freyja Davidson, was a life long diaper lover. I have always been fascinated ever since I was a late potty trainer at three years old. Well, it wasn’t the fact that I got out of baby diapers late, but also growing watching cartoons and TV shows with young characters wearing for need and others for reasons such as comedy. Then in between movies and TV series came adverts of cute little children wearing nappies. So by my early teens, I had images of diapers floating around my head and the yearning to have that soft paddding wrapped around my waist/between my legs. I always yearned to pee in something like that so much that I tried to pee in a sanitary pad and well, ended up soaking my just the pad but my panties and the floor!

But now in my eighteenth year, my dream had come true. I had managed to save enough money and secretly bought a pack of adult diapers via the internet. To be on the safe side, I gave them a false name and the address of my neighbour who was away on overseas work but I knew that he kept a set of keys under his doormat so it was easy to retrieve it. I held the diaper in my hands, like a dog getting his largest bone, like a child with a shiny new toy. Elated beyond words, I ran my hands across the plastic and cotton-like material for severa minutes….

Ok, ok, time to fulfil my mission. Double checking my curtains were drawn, I dropped my jeans and panties off and pulled out the item from the pharmacy bag. I wiped my vulva and crotch area clean before spreading some icky and cold anti-rash cream. Then, I unfolded the diaper and laid it on the bed. No silly girl, I scolded myself, the other way around, tabs behind. Lying down on it, I finally drew the front side across my naked front and drew the top left tape first, then the bottom right and the remaining tabs. No, it still feels uncomfortable. I stood up and adjust two tabs so it felt more snug around me then adjust the sides and the lower crotch area. YES! I screamed. Drawing open my closet door, I examined my self. Diaper lover with a diaper on! I started dancing wildly across the room, enjoying the feeling. Collapsing on the floor, I again ran my hands around the diaper. Oh man, I don’t care if I fail next semster. I don’t care if I can’t find an internship. I’ll just wear diapers and….

And diapers aren’t just for wearing, I told myself. So I stood up and tried to relieve myself for the first time not in a toilet. Come on, come come on, nothing. Ok, that’s because your bladder isn’t that full. I head to the toilet and drank tap water; it should be clean enough. Nothing. I poured another cup but still nothing. I sat on my toilet bowl and tried. STILL NOTHING! Damnit, pee, please…the room light suddenly flew. What the heck, I thought, flicking the room and bathroom lights. A power failure now? Just when I’m so living my dream. Cursing silently, I groped around and found my flashlight and found my jeans. Yanking it up, I found then could hardly fit around my new ‘underwear’. What the heck I thought, I’m home alone and headed out towards the fuse box. Suddenly, just as I twisted the handle to the creaking wooden door next to the kitchen, a gloved hand wrapped itself around my jaw.

“MMMMPH!” I cried out loud and started kicking wildly then felt a circular object pressed against my cheek. “Honey, stop this or your head with be blown off. Got it?” The threat was too deadly to ignored and I did. “My hand will come off, you don’t scream and put your hands on your head. Clear?” Shivering in fright, I did so, and suddenly the lights came back on. “March, upstairs, to your room.” Back inside, I was ordered to sit on my bed and came face to face with a masked intruder. “I ask the questions, you answer directly. Who else is home?”

“Just….me,” I muttered.

“Answer clearly. The car is still in the garage. Who else is here?”

“Just me. Please, take what you…”

“I said short answers. When will your parents be back?”

“My…mother is away on a business trip…” Suddenly I saw him staring down. “Wait,” he exclaimed. “Are you wearing a diaper?!”

To Be Continued.

“I…” I started, knowing it was embarrassing to be be found wearing diapers. But being discovered by an intruder holding me at gun point was something that erases your embarrassment and just stuns you.

“Speak up? Why are you wearing them and not…” he pointed at my panties on the ground. “Those?”

“I…”

“I? You incontinent?”

Incontinent? Oh yes, the medical term for one with no bladder control. “Uh….”

“Ok, understandable.”

What did I just say? A big lie. No, I’m not without bladder control. I just don’t want to be held hostage by you. Maybe that lie will cause to leave?

“Please…” I finally blurted out. “Take…”

“I’m not here to take anything. I just need a place to stay. By the end of Sunday, I’ll go. But right now, I need to stay. Hands down,” he motioned me. That’s some comfort I thought.

“What your name?” Why should I tell you? I thought. Just leave and let me stay in peace with my diapers. I told him. “Nice name. But you don’t look Nordic.” Why thank you.

“Ok Freyja, here’s the deal. I’m not going to harm you if you do what I say. Got it?” Well, hey maybe, but you’re still pointing the gun at me. I finally nodded. What else could I do?

“Ok, first, it’s early but I want you to sleep. Go put on your night wear.” I immediately got up then hesitated. He wants me to take off my clothes…

“Ok,” he read my mind. Open one closet door. Change behind there but no tricks or you be sorry.” One part of me told me to race to the bathroom lock it but judging the distance, I doubt I could dash that fast and he’ll probably storm in. Still shivering, I got out my PJs and changed, folding away my bra–I didn’t want him to see it.

“Your diaper still ok? No need a change?” Technically no and no, I didn’t want to change it with him here. I shookmy head. Still lying about the diaper.

“Open you mouth,” was the next command and one I didn’t expect.

“Wh…y?”

“Do as I say,” then I saw the strip of cloth in his hand. “No, please you don’t need to gag me no…mmmmp,” he tied the cloth across my mouth and secured it, cutting into my lips.

“Hands in front,” he said pulling them in front of me and before I could protest further, he wrapped silver duct tape around me. I was made to lie flat on my bed and the final touch was rope that bound my ankles and further attached to one leg of my bed.

“Good night Freyja,” he announced, switching off the room lights and taking a seat on my sofa. Yeah, and I am going to sleep tight alright, though really, the bonds weren’t that tight. In other circumstances, I would have tried to break loose, but his gun was still gripped and pointing in my direction. Great way to start my weekend alone, I thought. I never liked sleeping back down flat so I turned, only to have him interject, “if you want to turn, turn to the other side.”

“Mmm,” I did so, not expecting that. Gee, is he going to stay up watching how I sleep? Then minutes past slowly and I still didn’t see the gun drop from his hand. Just then, I felt my bladder signal. Great, I need to pee but I’m bound and gagged with a stranger in my room. I can’t…I have a diaper. Damnit, you tried to pee earlier but only now you want to. Great going Freyja, I told myself and tried to sqeeze my legs. The diaper just felt thicker. I can’t hold it ….I finally peed, the urine striking the diaper and warming up my crotch.

To Be Continued.

I peed! Look mom, your only daughter peed in an adult diaper! At eighteen years old! I ran that thought over and again as the warmth crept all over my crotch and into my anal region. With my hands bound infront and touching the shape of the diaper, I could feel the outline grow bigger. I turned my head to look at my captor but he was still in the same position. Did he see me pee? Well he does “know” that I don’t have bladder control, thanks to my big lie earlier. Oh yay, I’m stuck with him and this lie until Sunday….

BANG BANG!!” My ears were deafened by the explosions as more masked men burst in, but these had the words SWAT on them. One of them reached over and removed my gag and cut away my bonds. “You’re safe now, Miss,” he said helping me up. Just as I stood up, my PJ bottoms dropped, revealing my diaper….

I woke up with a sweat and immediately shifted. No, my hands were bound in front of me and no, my gag was still on. Nothing had changed. “Good morning,” I then saw him towering over me. Darn, was it morning already. “Not a scream when I remove the gag.” How could I scream? My mouth was dried out from the gag.

“Th…anks,” I said, though wish the thanks would include him leaving and leaving me alone.

“I’ll let you change and shower. You would probably need a change.” I looked down but there wasn’t much of a visible bulge. Well, I do want to get out of the damp diaper.

“Here’s the deal. You can shower but one, the door remains open two, you have ten minutes.” He handed me a clean towel and one new diaper from the open packet. “Go.”

I gather a new set of clothes and raced to the toilet. I had planned to admire myself topless in the diaper but I was on this time limit. Then my bladder signally again. Heck, I thought looking down, I’m sure it can hold more and peed again in the diaper before untaping it. I didn’t have a rubbish bin in the toilet so left it on the floor and started the show. It was a ood one but I had to hasten it due to the time limit. Drying off, I clipped on my bra then remembered I had the new diaper. And I’m  suppose to be this ‘incontinent girl’ I remembered. Not wanting to lie down outside naked in front of him, I lowered the toilet bowl cover and taped up the new diaper, this time with a better result.

“Nice T-shirt,” he commented as I got out in time. It’s just a rock band T-shirt I thought.

“Open up,” he gestured and I didn’t protest this time as I was gagged again, this time with a thicker piece of cloth. “Hands of you head, move to the kitchen.” Usually, breakfast was in the dining room, but he instead dragged one of the chairs from that area into the kitchen. Before I could adjust myself, he hand bound my arms to the chair’s arms with plastic ties and then my ankles to each corresponding leg. Gee, this guy really takes precautions.

“How do you like your toast?” He asked then giving a short laugh, he held up his hands until I nodded my which number. I had envisioned a nice pancake breakfast but darn all I got was toast and cereal. He even fed me the food and spoon fed the milky tea –“I don’t want you near the cup”. Would I have really tried to have spilt the hot drink on him.

“Ok,” he said, wiping my mouth.

“Now what?” I asked, squirming.

“Your diaper ok? You don’t need a change?” Part of me wanted to just to get released but I shook my head.

“What’s the wifi password?”

“Why?”

“Just answer,” he said, drawing out his weapon and I gave it.

“Good girl, open your mouth again.”

“I’ll be quiet please no….mmmmmmph,” he stuffed a piece of cloth inside then pasted two sticky pieces of tape over it. “Oh, sorry, you can’t look,” he said, and my eyes were covered by a towel.

Great, I thought, bound, gagged, blindfolded and diapered. What a way to spend my Saturday.

To Be Continued.

Anyone looking at me this instant would think its the ideal kinky scene–bondage and diapers. But I was only interested in the kink of the later, never expecting the former. “Whhmmnnedthwimmffm,” I grunted trying to say: What do you need the wifi for?

“Listen honey, I don’t want to gag you tighter or you’ll suffocate. Now, please, be silent ok?”

“Ommmph,” I said dejectedly. So much in trying to be friendly. Ok, next I tried my bonds. If last night’s tape and rope restricted my movement, these plastic ties or handcuffs were tight beyond belief. I was definitely stuck to the chair. Well, I could try to shift, but that would only alert him again. Oh darn it!

So for the next hour or so, I could just sit there, my movements really restricted, my sense of sight and my voice curtailed. But I still had my ears and heard him type away, possibly on his labtop, or maybe mine, I wouldn’t know. Only occasionally would he grunt or say the word ‘yes’. What was he doing? Why did he need to camp out at my place? What sinister plot was he conducting or did he do? Rob a bank? Online theft? Hacking? Or worst, something like murder?

I ran the various criminal activities through my head until once again my bladder gave its signal. Oh bother, I thought. I could give him a signal through my gag that I needed to use the…wait, I’m diapered. And last night, he thought I’m an incontinent person, thanks to my partial answer. Well, I guess I will…I let my pee flow out, the same warmth feeling around my crotch and anal region. It was a long pee and I squirmed and gave a soft grunt through my gag. Did he notice? No indication. Did the diaper hold all the pee? Or did part of it leak out onto my sweat pants? Again, I imagined the scenario: The police coming to my rescue only to find me diapered….

“Bring, bring bring!” A familiar sound jolted me. It continued and then my blindfold was removed. “Phone call,” he said the obvious, the house phone in his hand. “You answer, and tell the person you are fine and not to come here. Any trick words, and you’ll be sorry. Got it?”

I half nodded and the tape and peeled off and he extracted the sooggy cloth. “H..ello,” I croaked, my mouth dried out from the gag.

“Freyja?” It was my mom. “What took you so long to answer?”

“Uh, I was in the toilet mom,” I lied, which well technically was right. I did just ‘use the loo’.

“Everything alright?” I saw him hold his weapon.

“Uh, yes mom.” No it’s not. I’m held hostage and your daughter is wearing a damp diaper.

“Did you have a good breakfast?” What?

“Yes mom. I can manage myself.”

“Well, ok. Remember to switch off the stove and electricity after you are done.” Sheesh, I know that! I’m not a kid.

“Yes.”

“Ok, message or call if you need me. Bye.” Click.

“That’s good,” he nodded. Well yeah, I thought. Now he knows my mom is really away and he can hold me like this.

“Wha..t next?” I asked then saw him fold up the saliva soaked cloth.

“Noo…please,” I pleaded. “Uh, my mouth is dry.” He looked at me, nodded and poured some water. “That’s enough,” he said, part of the water dripping down my chin. “You’ll peed it all away.” Heh.

Without protest, the cloth was eased back in my mouth and sealed with fresh tape and the blindfold came on. Again, I just sat there, listening to his typing and grunting. Another slight pee came and I wondered how soaked the diaper was. The packet said it could hold nine ‘droplets’. How much was that in terms of urine?

Finally, what seemed like ages later, my blindfold was lifted. “Lunchtime,” he announced, but instead of removing my gag, he headed to the fridge. “Sandwiches ok?” It had to be since I couldn’t really talk. He made a fast ham and tomato sandwich and just before he sliced it, he asked, “Are you also bowel incontinent?”

To Be Continued

Bowel incontinent?! You mean shit unintentionally? No…I shook my head. “Good, I don’t have to worry about smelly poo then.” Thankfully, he finally removed the stuff gag but before I could say anything, he dampened my mouth and placed a sandwich inside. With the continuous feeding, I was in a way still ‘gagged’. Finally, he gave me some water then asked if I needed a change.

“Yes,” I replied, really wanting to get out of this chair. My bonds were cut off, but that was brief respite as my hands were bound in front of me and I was marched back up to my room. “Ok,” he cut the tape off and pointed to the pack of diapers.

“Uh,” I began.

“What? Change, oh, very well,” he thankfully realised I needed privacy. “Wait,” he plastered a piece of tape around my mouth. “You don’t need your mouth to change. Hurry up.”

Just as he left, I quickly yanked off my sweatpants and saw the indicator mark on the diaper was almost gone. I wiped down quickly and lying back down on my bed, I taped on a new one. Just as I pulled up my pants, my eyesight focused on my curtains. My windows were facing part of the street. Maybe I  could get part of it open and signal to someone below! I silently moved to the curtain, parted it and pulled the handle of the window. “Creak…” SHIT!

Before I knew it, my masked captor burst into the room, levelling his weapon at me. “WHAT THE HELL! GET AWAY FROM THAT WINDOW NOW!” He bellowed.

I stepped back but he moved over and threw me down on the bed. “You little devil, you  think you can escape huh!” He slapped me on my cheek, OW! “You think you can escape huh!” Ow, ow! He slapped me again. “Plmmm, Plmmm, Please!” I cried back, the tape partly peeling off. “Please! Stop! I just want to be left alone and enjoy diapers! Please….” he hand gagged me.

“What? I thought you have to wear diapers, not enjoy them?”

“I’m a diaper lover,” I confessed. “Not one without bladder con….” He slapped me again.

“Bitch! You lied to me!”

“I didn’t….mmmmph!” A cloth was jammed into my mouth again, part of it sticking out. Tape sealed it in and before I could cry again, he pulled me up.

“Strip,” he ordered, pointing his weapon at me.

“Whmmm?!” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Strip, you diaper girl. Or I’ll do it for you.” My skin glowing red from the slapping and the threat, I slowly did so, finally revealing my dark blue bra and well diapers. “Face down!” Just as I did so, I felt something cold and metallic  surround my wrists–I was handcuffed. “Mmmph!” I cried.

“Shut the hell up,” he growled and then I was lifted in a fireman’s carry and brought back down, this time to the living room. The gag was peeled or rather yanked off but before I could protest, he parted my mouth and jammed spherical inside. Straps cut against the side of my mouth and they were tightened and locked behind my head. “Mmmm…” I groaned softer. What was this.

“I said shut up!” He shouted into my ear. I just couln’t stop groaning  through this new gag as my ankles were once again bound with rope, then my legs bent and more rope attached my cuffed wrists and ankles, effectively hogtying me.

To Be Continued

With my legs bent at an angle–nearly ninety degrees–but with my arms also attached to the bindings, I forced to roll uncomfortably back and forth. Each time I did so, my C cup breasts would be squashed against the cold marble floor, causing me to yelp. After much rolling and groaning, I found I could lie to one side, but soon enough that would cause my bare arm on that side to go numb. So I just kept rolling from side to side the whole afternoon. Once again, at some point, my bladder gave its signal and I let it go again, the pee warm up my vulva and butt. Damn this binding, I thought. Ok, so I lied to him, but that wasn’t really my fault. Did it really warrant my semi-naked in my bra and this ridiculous binding and ball in my mouth?

“Beep, boop beep!” My ears heard another familiar tune. That was my cell phone!!! Perhaps it was one of my friends and he would undo this binding and let me reply. I tensed up and waited, but that failed to happen until I heard another message tone. Then another seconds later. Finally silence. Shit, shit, what happened? Oh damnit, he must have messaged back. Who was it? Which college or school mate? Which friend? Maybe they’ll come over, I thought. Then I’ll be rescued and this whole predicament will be over. But then my friends would see me with a diaper on. I’ll be the butt of all jokes for ages. Good going Freyja….

It was perhaps maybe just over an hour later which I felt another bodily signal. albeit not from my bladder. It was my anal region and it told me I need to take a dump. Yeah, ok, call it shit if you like. “Mmmmph,” I called through the gag. “Hemmmmph,” I called twice before footsteps came.

“What,” he grumbled levelling the gun at me.

“Immmneedtooopmmmm,” I tried to say ‘I need to poo’ in gag speak.

He just turned away. No, please. “Pllmmmmm,” I groaned, trying to squirm towards him. “Ireallnmmmtopmmm.” I really need to poo.

Thankfully, he turned back and still pointing the gun at my forehead, he eased the ball open. Saliva drooled out. “Please, I need to use the toilet. I need to…poo,” I croaked.

“You have a toilet on,” he cackled and lifted the ball back up. I shook my head wildly. “No, please, I don’t want to go it the diaper. Please, let me use the toilet.”

“No,” he replied. “Open back up.”

“Please!” I started pleading wildly, my anus really signalling. “Please, I don’t want to make a mess in…” He shooked his head but thankfully undid the rope bounds. My ankles were still bound so he dragged me all way to the nearest toilet. “Ok, do it,” he said then noticed my binding. “What the hell,” he grumbled, switching my cuffs to the front so that I could, with some difficulty, undo the diaper.

“Ok,” he gestured, still standing there.

“Please,” I just said. Oh my gosh, is he going to?

“Shit, Freyja,” he gestured. “I’m not leaving you out of sight.”

WHAT?! I screamed in my mind. Unable to see any way out, I didn’t argue and now with my crotch exposed to a strange masked man, I did my business. Naturally, I was red with embarrassment all over, having my own modesty violated. Damnit! I screamed in my mind, I’ll get you back for all this.

My business over, it was a pain trying to wipe clean with my hands cuffed in front of me. Just as I twisted around to hit the flush, he did so then he actually taped the diaper back up around me. In another scenario, I would have said thanks, but that was a little shock. Back out, he was about to reposition me in the hogtie when I asked to stretch. “Please, Mister,” I begged, “My arms and legs really ache.”

Staring at me, he thought for a few seconds but then nodded. It wasn’t much of a relief, but at least it was something before I was re-cuffed and the ball jammed into my mouth. It was back again to another session of squirming around, but as I did so, I felt the diaper loose. I had read forums and blogs online where they said diaper tapes would be loosen if you untape the re-tape the diaper. Shit, would it fall off?

Just as I ran this thought through my mind, I felt him touch my ropes and thankfully I was free from the hogtie. “Dinner time,” he announced and I was back again in the kitchen. This time, my hands were simple kept cuffed behind the chair’s back while he tied a rope around my naked torso, and again attached my ankles with zip ties to the chair.  Less than forty minutes later, I was finally relieved of the ball in my mouth, the saliva sphere resting against my chin as he forked up a pile of spaghetti.

To be Continued.

He lifted the load of spaghetti up. “Can, I please have my hands free to eat?” I asked.

“No. Not with that stunt earlier.”

Bleah. “I’m cold,” I told the truth, shivering.

“It’s not too bad,” he remarked. “Now, open up, or I won’t feed you.” Dejected, I did so, and he wiped the sauce that stain my lips. So kind. After a few more feedings, he turned to his own plate. He lifted part of his mask and then literally ‘whollopped’ half of the plate before stopping and looking at me.

“So you don’t have a bladder problem but suddenly you put on diapers,” he said. I didn’t answer. “Why?” Darn, here it comes.

I still didn’t answer so he asked again. “I..just like them.”

“Why?” Oh dear, it’s becoming an interrogation.

“Just, that I like them.”

“To pee in them?”

“Uh,” how do I explain this? “It’s just the comforting feeling,” I said.

“Oh, the softness,” he remarked. I didn’t say yes though that was the main reasoning. He fed me another scoop then stopped. “Is it sexual to you?”

“Uh, no,” I said, though yes I didn’t feel aroused a bit. That was before you stormed in and held me like this.

“And this is the first time you are wearing? How much did it cost?” I answered as he fed me.

“Do you parents know?”

“No. My mother doesn’t.” When will this end?

“Father?” I didn’t answer. “Ok, sorry to ask about him. I never knew my parents…oops.”

So ok, now I know a fact about him. “What did you need the internet for?”

“It’s a secret.”

“But…I just told you…”

“Girl..Freyja, the less you know about then better.”

“Not fair,” I whined as he cleared up. “Who messaged me earlier.”

“Your friend Cathy. She wanted to ask you out to a movie.”

And you said no to her in reply. Darn it! He saw my look then moved over to me. “Look, it’s of course not your ideal weekend. But I’ll make it up to you with some movie; I’m sure you have a DVD collection.” I do, but I would rather watch recent releases than old ones. He lifted up the ball. “Please, no, I’ll be quie..mmmmph,” he still jammed it inside.

“You are nice diaper Freyja. But still not so trustworthy.” I was released but allowed to walk freely up to my room. The cuffs were removed then still in his sight, he rummaged through my drawers and found a spaghetti top dress. “I think you’ll look nice in this, put it on.”

It wouldn’t exactly match my bra colour but I wasn’t in the mood to change out to something else. Dress on, he switched my bonds to tape. While that wasn’t exactly a relief, I was glad the tight metallic cuffs were off. Another relief came as the ball gag–yes I learnt it name–was changed to tape with stuffing. In the TV room, after taping my ankles, he pulled out a series of DVDs and started pointing at them. None of them seemed ideal at all, but I finally gestured at one. “The Wedding Date,” he read. “Never seen it but ok.” So there I was, taped up and gagged in a dress, with an intruder.

To Be Continued.

The movie, if you haven’t watched it, was about a lady who hires an escort to join her in her half sister’s wedding, where the best man is her ex-fiance. With some twist or twists, the movie ends with the escort becoming romantically involved with the girl and turning into the best man. Not the best evening at all. As the movie progressed and the protagonist flirted or was being enthralled by her escort, my captor movie closer and closer towards me, until his arm was around my shoulder. I gave a yelp through the stuff gag but he didn’t move away and instead held me tight against him as the characters on screen began to have sex. As I watched, I slowly began to feel and arousal across my body, one that I have had since I met my first crush at twelve. And that guy was now in loe with another girl.

As the movie neared its final part with more romantic scenes, my bladder again signalled and whih no way out, I released its contents. “Mmmm,” I groaned through the gag then did so as the pee continued. I felt not only the usual warmth but a small ‘click’ as my urination was done. Rats, the tapes were really getting loose. The masked captor turned towards me and asked, “Freyja did her wee, wee?” Red in the face, I only could half nod.

“Aw,” he said then glanced at his watch. “Let’s end here. Bed time.” The movie wasn’t that great, but neither could I protest as he scooped me up and carried me one hand on my back and the other under my knees. Back in my room, my bonds were undone and he told me to change to my sleepwear.

“Mmmmprv,” I said the word ‘privacy’.

“No, I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he said but I shook my head in protest. No way I was getting nude in front of him!!!

“Listen Freyja,” he pulled out his weapon, “I’m not going to ask politely again. Change out. Or I’ll change you myself.” I still shook my head. I don’t think you’ll do it, or kill me, I thought.

“Damn it!” He yanked down the straps of my dress and of course it fell down, but my diaper did as well. I shrieked and turned around quickly with my back towards him.

“Aw, little Freyja lost her diaper,” he cooed, and I turned red again.

“Ok, why don’t you lie down and put a new ‘love toy’ on.” I just stood there. If I did so, he would see my naked crotch.

“Ok, we’ll do it my way,” he said and I squeal as he pulled me down on the bed. My left arm was immediately handcuffed to the edge of metal frame of my bed and I immediately struggled until the weapon was inched from my face.

“The more you struggle, the more cuts you get or worse, you get a broken wrist,” he hissed at me. “Now, be a good girl and stay still.” I glared at him and squealed but he simply move down. The next thing I knew, he hands were wiping my crotch with the baby wipes. The wiping felt like rape–though  I never had sex before, and I kept groaning and protesting through my gag. Then, he swiftly laid a new diaper underneath and taped it tightly on.

“There, you see? All done.” I shivered as he recuffed my hands behind me and brought me to the toilet and removed my gag. “You need a good brush,” he commented and brushed my teeth. With the lingering taste of tooth paste in my mouth, I couldn’t say a word as he jammed yet another cloth across my mouth, cleave gagging me again. “Ok, are you going to be a good girl and wear your PJs?” he as he uncuffed me.

“Mmm,” and he allowed me to turn around so my breasts weren’t exposed to him. I was yanked back on the bed and the same night restraints applied–wrists taped in front of me, ankles tied. Then, a blindfold was added. “Mmmmph?” I questioned this, then felt him slide down next to me. “I need a proper sleep in a bed,” he commented. The final touch was him cuffing his wrist to my bound arms, so that was no way I could move suddenly. “Good night Freyja. I hope you don’t pee too much in your new diaper.”

To Be Continued

Oh My gosh, Oh My Gosh! Some one had just touched me ‘down there’! I had been molested!!! Ok, it was due to the fact that I didn’t obey my captor. But that didn’t give him the right to put on a diaper on me. Wait, a diaper. You Freyja chose to buy and wear diapers. You chose to be the diaper lover. But I didn’t chose to be bound and gagged and blindfolded…

As I ran these thoughts through my head, I heard his rhythmic breathing. Yeah, well at least he didn’t plug my ears. But why can’t I see your full face? Yeah you don’t want me see your face in case I can tell the police. But tell them what? That you touched my pussy without my permission? That you diapered me? Well that’s because I chose to wear them. What a story the police would hear….At least he doesn’t snore, I thought. but some minute comfort while I’m bound, gagged and blindfolded. And…oh wait, what’s that feeling? Oh gosh, I’m getting aroused thinking about all this. Darn….

With him next to me, my sleep was even more uncomfortable than the night before, so much that I had to be shaken to be waken up next morning. “Up and early today,” he announced, as the soaked cleave gag was removed. Being a gentleman for the moment, he gave me a small drink.

I was about to say something when he lowered my PJ bottoms. “Aw, not so wet eh?” Again I turned red in the face and mumbled something like ‘what the hell?!’

Being brought up, my bonds were removed and I thought I would be allowed to bath but he stalled me. “Why do you use up your diaper first,” he said.

“What?!” I cried then he hand gagged me.

“Softer. Why don’t you pee and use up your diaper?” WHAT?! I cried silently.

“But….”

“Do it Freyja.” There wasn’t a gun pointed at me but I didn’t want to argue again. And yeah, I did need to pee so I did, partly squatting to do so. “Let me see,” he pulled down my pants again. “Better.” Too embarrassed to talk, I tried to turn to the bathroom but he forced yet again that ball gag in my mouth. “You don’t need to talk while showering, same time,” he said. Feeling more violated, I scrubbed furiously ‘down there’ as the water struck my body and gag. Damnit, please let this end…Towelling off, I just realised I entered the bathroom without a new change of clothes and even ‘underwear’–bra and diapers. Shit, shit, shit! That means I have to change outside in front of him! Throwing on my old night clothes, I exited slowly.

“Ah, just over nine minutes,” he claimed. “Oh, you can’t go down like this. Here,I picked out clothes for you,” he pointed at a purple bra, one of my short pleated skirt, and a translucent top. And there was a freshly laid out diaper.

“CmmmIplschammaln,” I tried to say ‘Can I please change alone’.

“No, no, not after yesterday’s stunt.” SHIT. “I won’t deliberately peek, but I’m not leaving.” Sighing, I turned my back towards him and got my top off first, clipping on the bra and then the new shirt. Then, as best as I could, I wiped my crotch and arse clean with the wipes and lying down, I taped on a new diaper. Skirt on, he nodded. “I suppose you hate that gag,” he said. Yes, please, remove it, I thought. He did so, but replaced it with one with a me sucking a tube and a leather panel. “Panel gag,” he said and I learnt something new. With my hands cuffed behind my back, it was down for breakfast.

To Be Continued.

My ankles once more were bound to each leg of the chair with zip ties while rope again secured me to the chair, passing above and below my boobs. The cuffs were switched to the front but that was little comfort since my arms and hands were stiffened by last nights bonds. As I watched him work up what looked like a large breakfast, my thoughts wondered back to the day before. He had seen me defecate and helped me tape up my diaper. He had made me dress down to only my bra and well diapers. Then he taped up a new diaper on me, thanks to that lose diaper and the fact I didn’t obey him. Yes, so he touched me, he molest me. He’s a creep. But wait, so far he’s fed me, not physically assaulted me, and while he did touch my pussy, he didn’t do so for sexual advances. So is he really a captor?

“Here you are, pancakes and bacon and syrup. There’s not enough butter in your fridge.” Of course not, but coincidentally, I don’t like a lot of butter on my pancakes, how nice. He gingerly removed the gag and boy did I really want it out. It was like sucking on a tube–no not a pacifer. As he cut up the pancakes, I tried to form a pleading look and drawing up my confidence, I asked, “Please, sir, can I have my hands free to eat?”

His masked face turned and stared at me for a few seconds before he reached over and undid one cuff, linking it to the arm rest. “One hand only.” It had to be more than enough. “Thank you,” I said.

“Don’t push it Freyja,” he grumbled, then lifted his mask started eating.

“I…I won’t,” I added, not wanting to get anymore torturous bindings like yesterday. “I don’t want to be forced changed.”

He stopped. “What? You disobeyed me yesterday. In any case, you like to wear right? I was just helping you.”

“But…”

“But you should learn something. Captive 101, obey your captor at all costs. Besides, I used to change diapers.” Used to? I tried to press on that point but he clammed up and told me to eat up.  I was even allowed a short drink of coffee this time.  Parting my skirt, he checked on my diaper. “Good,” he commented on the dryness. “Please,” I tried again, “can I have a different gag?”

“What did I say about about  a captive?” I sighed and accepted back the panel gag which really muted out any sounds. The cuffs came back behind my back and the rope were readjusted in a firm but to too tight fashion around my arms and boobs. Positioned on the nearby sofa, he bound my knees and ankles with zip ties then whispered, “Look, I won’t blindfold you today but only if you promise to turn towards the seat and stay there. Ok?” It had to be How much more will this continue?

To be Continued.

I lay there, diapered and restrained, voice shut off by sucking on a tube. Again, anyone else looking at me would think this is the perfect bondage story for fetish lovers–diapers and adult restraints. But I ‘m just a girl who wants to explore the wonders of an adult diaper, not one with it and restraints on!!! As I ran this thought through my head, I heard him shuffle about more than then cursing silently. What was he up to? Stealing? Hacking? Planing an attack? What was so secretive about his work?

My head was suddenly yanked back and the icky panel gag was eased out.”Where’s your purse?” he asked.

“Why?” I asked back. I thought he didn’t want to steal items?

“Just answer.”

“Second drawer near my bed. Please, I don’t….” The gag went back on and before I knew it, my purse was in his hands. “Don’t worry honey, I’m not going to deduct alot of money from your debit card,” he said as I was spun around while I heard him enter my bank details. “All done, let’s have an early lunch.” After I chewed down the chicken sandwich I tried again to ask him how much money he ‘spent’.

“No worry, not much.”

“But….”

“But as I said before, you don’t need to know what I’m up to.”

“But I’m not going to do anything about it,” I pleaded. “Please, I’m just a student…”

“Shut up unless you want the gag back on,” he snapped and I did so. Then he glanced at his watch. “I have to go out for a while,” he said. Yay, that means he will leave me alone and I can try to…”But first, I have to secure you.”

“You already have,” I muttered as I flexed against my pretty inescapable bonds.

“Not good enough. Not especially after yesterday.” Rats… “Please, I’m sorry I tried that.”

“Apology accepted but still…do you have a quiet room?”

“No, nothing.” What was his plan now.

“Basement?” I didn’t answer then I thought about it. “No please, it’s so cold down there. I’ll freeze; there’s no heating.” But my plea was not considered as he carried me back up to my room. I was quickly uncuffed and made to wear a thick jumper and place on pantyhose. “Ah, good I don’t have to worry about that,” he pointed to me dry diaper.

“Please sir,” I begged again as I was handcuffed at my wrists and ankles. “You can leave me here, I won’t escape. Please…what..not that’s dis….mmmmmph!!!!” He picked up a pair of panties and jammed it in my mouth. Yikes, he’s so perverted!

“You didn’t like that panel gag, this should hold you,” he said, wrapping tape around my jaw and trapping my hair with it. A few minutes later, I was bound to a chair in my chilly basement. “Don’t worry, Freyja, I’ll be back.”

To Be Continued (yes short one)

I sat there still bound, gagged and diapered once more. No, not just gagged, gagged with my panties in my mouth! That sicko! Wait till he gets caught I’ll ask the prosecutor to send him into the most miserable jail! But wait, the police will probably learnt about my ‘condition’, that I’m wearing a diaper? How could I explain it? Could I bluff that he made me wearing the diaper? I’m terrible at bluffing; the police and then mummy will find out. But it’s all his fault, I whined both in my mind and through the new gag which like others, muffled my cries well. Once more, he had also bound me well, and the handcuffs would ensure that I would be able to easily undo any bindings or push anything. Great, mister. I thought you are some simple criminal not a master of bindings. No wait, isn’t it called bondage?

As I made these thoughts and struggles, I began to sweat alot even in the cool cellar so I stopped. My eyes slowly adjusted to the dark and I could see the outline of the cellar. Our family stored lots of old furniture down here and there was an old air-conditioned controlled wine cellar here that dad used to store his liquor in until he passed away. I don’t remember if it was still operational and I couldn’t see it from where I was. Suddenly, a spider scampered the across the wall. Well hello friend, I thought at least you are free to move. What happened next was even more of a shock. Some insect, possibly a fly, landed on my left ear. “Mmmpph!” I cried shaking my head and it flew away. Then, it came back again, this time landing on nose! “Mmmph!” I shook violently, but just as it got off, I felt a dribble of pee coming out. OMG, did that shock just make me pee?

The fly or whatever launched it ‘attack’ at me again and again, landing on different parts of my face. It then headed for my shoulders but each time I shook it off. Then, of all places, it landed on the base of my neck and crawled down into my cleavage. I screamed and rocked th around violently until suddenly I tipped over and the chair fell down on my right side. Mmow! I cried both from the impact of the fall and then watching the insect crawling out of my boobs and all around my upper torso. Finally, it flew off again. Great going, I thought, then tried tugging against my bonds. But it again was hopeless, I couldn’t get free. An hour passed, maybe just over an hour when once more, I felt the need to pee. Oh well, there’s no other way I thought, and still lying sideways, I peed into the diaper. I think it makes a record for anyone wearing a diaper, baby or adult. No one else would have peed lying sideways bound to a chair.

TBC Very short

As I laid, there, I felt my bladder signal again and seeing no choice,

SCGS girls in diapers Part 2


From light-blue uniforms to diapers

By Amanda Lu

In Part 1, I explained how SCGS has made it mandatory for their girls to wear diapers instead of their panties and shorts to school. I now meet up with two parents with two different views on this new school rule–Mr. Ang Wee Kiong and Mrs Ng Chee Koon.

AL: Mr. Ang, Mrs Ng welcome. Could I start with an opening statement from both of you?

Mrs Ng: This ruling sucks lah. Girls are toilet-trained when they are very young end of story. Why make girls wear diapers? It doesn’t help improve anything but embarrass them. Stupid policy!

Mr. Ang: I love it!!! My daughter used to be a rascal before hand. Now, she’s a quai (pleasant) girl who has improved her behaviour and her grades.

Mrs Ng: (Fidgets and wants to talk.)

AL: Mr. Ang, how so? Did she immediately change?

Mr. Ang: No, not immediately. But once she was made to sit down through lessons and remedials without heading to the toilet (except for number two) she finally had no where to go but to listen and study. The teachers ensured that even outside classes, she wears the diapers so that she doesn’t waste time in the toilet or cheat and stay there doing nothing.

Mrs Ng: Doesn’t happen to my daughter.

AL: Was there any change at all with your daughter after the ruling?

Mrs Ng: Nothing, except a 13 year old with growing breasts but made to wear baby clothing.

Mr Ang: It’s not baby clothing. The diapers keep girls from going to the toilet unnecessarily and the rowdy ones in her her class have quieten down.

Mrs Ng: Well, there’s no change for my daughter. She practically waits for school to end now just to take off the silly diapers and get back into her big girl panties.

Mr. Ang: Well, sometimes my daughter still wears them at home.

Mrs Ng: That’s crazy.

Mr. Ang: Because the diaper she wore at school wasn’t fully used…

I end the interview here. A short part, but part 3 will shoe me shadowing several girls.

SCGS girls in diapers Part 1


A diversion. No offence to a school from a certain island. The only major clue that I will give is:  SCGS

This story is ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.

Chinese names here are Surname first, (First) Name: two characters.

From light-blue uniforms to diapers

By Amanda Lu

The school is well known in the education scene by its sleeveless one-piece light blue school uniform and girls who wear green sports shorts underneath to prevent flashes. But now, the girls will be known for another item: diapers.

“It all started after I read about Sunny Vail School District, in Trenton, Tennessee, USA,” the principal Wang Kuan Qing informed me. “Our school girls were showing poor academic grades and behaviour and we’ve tried so many methods of encouraging and discipling the girls but they were useless. When I chanced upon the diapers as part of concentration by Sunny Vail, I took it up with the senior staff and parents-teachers group.”

The result was that all girls, from Secondary 1 to 4 would have to wear diapers during school hours. Naturally, this caused some resentment amongst the students initially. “I just got my period and my boobs,” whined Kwan Eng Qi, a secondary 1 student. Her level mate, Vanessa Koh, agreed. “I don’t want to be known as a baby girl. I mean, I have two younger siblings in diapers at home. Now I have to wear?”

Older girls have also sounded out complaints. Tan Wei Qing, a secondary student  “It s so hot even with our sleeveless school uniform. Now this?”  A Secondary 4 girl, who asked not to be named, whined that she looked terrible with a diaper on. In contrast, a school-wide poll 2 months into the ‘programme’ showed that 99% of girls from all years support the policy. “The ‘weirdness’ died down after a while. Because of the brands recommend, you kind of feel you are wearing panties, even though they are taped on,” remarked Yan Qing, a secondary 1 student. “It surprisingly helps me,” said Pei En Qi, a Secondary 2 student said. “At first I would try to take as many ‘toilet breaks’ as I could and most of them weren’t for any real business. Now with the diapers on, I can pee in while trying to solve maths or science problems.” Another lot of higher buncher students also found the diaper wearing disciplined girls. “They did stop the bullies in my class after a while,” a secondary 3 student said via an email. “With my final year examinations coming. diapers help me stay and study for hours,” remarked Charlotte Tin, a final year student.

What do teachers think? I head over to the staff room where some of them have gathered for their own packed lunch. “I wasn’t that sure at first,” remarked Mrs Qiu, a lower secondary science teacher said. “I thought girls should be girls, not wearing stuff babies wear. Then I saw the massive improvement in grades and behaviour. I’m now hooked.”

“It’s not what I would recommend, but miraculously it works,” Mr. Ho, an English teacher said. His other departmental colleagues nodded. “Never like it, but well, there’s no going back,” said one teacher, who did not want to be identified. Again, the majority seem alright with the policy. But what exactly does it entail?

“It must be worn within school premises,” said the discipline mistress, Mrs. Lauren Tan. “Even after school hours, for CCAs, any activities. Teachers, class monitors and prefects will do checks on the girls entering the school gates in the morning and perform random checks through out the day. The diaper is for pee only; girls may use the toilet for their other activity, provided that duty staff or student members check that they don’t abuse this. Girls may change themselves in our now modified toilets, or seek help from any of our new qualified nurses on duty.”

What about the Sunny Vail system of forcing students to to just wear diapers for their exams? “We’re not that evil,” she explained. “We, the principal and I, considered it, but no, we’re not that evil. What we do during test and exams is to double check the girls before exam exam–none of their stationery is allowed, we provide it. No accessories–earrings, hair accessories, watches everything go in bags, labelled and locked up. For some girls who we don’t trust, we ask them to go through a strip search with female teachers before they are allowed to sit. No toilet breaks during exams, and yes, on occasions girls did poo in their nappies, much to their embarrassment.”

I then ask her about girls who abuse the system. “We are generous and give bursaries for parents and girls to buy any kind of good quality tape on diapers. For sports, the girls may wear pull ups and only then. For their period, they can wear tampons or pull ups with pads. But if they come in anything else, we lecture them on first offence, give detention on second offence, and third offence and higher, we work with their parents to ensure that they are punished by wearing 24/7.”

Parents. Ah, that will come in my second report.  To be continued.

Extreme Lock-up 5: The Student


Judge K. Sanders turned the page of her folder. “Next person: Charlotte Seager.”

The door clanged and two guards brought in a girl in school uniform. As per the regulations, she was handcuffed behind her back, with the cuffs attached to a waist chain and another chain leading down to leg irons around her nylon-clad ankle. She was hooded but under the hood a panel gag surrounded her jaw.

“Remove her hood,” the Judge ordered. They did so, revealing a brunette. Her face was all full of perspiration being under the hood and like all females arrested, her bra was removed, exposing her rather large breasts.

“What’s the charge?”

“Shoplifting and resisting arrest,” the Prosecutor announced.

“How does she plead? Guards, temporarily remove her gag.” They did so and saliva drooled down her chin. “Than..k you, your honour. Not guilty. Please…”

“Silence!” The Judge roared and banged his gravel. “Re-gag her!” Turning to the lawyers, he asked for opening statements.

“Your Honour, I represent the defendant. I ask for a motion of dismissal. My client did not commit the crime; it was staged and she was made to look like the perpetrator of this act.”

“Your Honour, this is….I object to this. The evidence I submitted produces explicit proof that she committed the crime.”

“The defendant,” the Judge corrected.

“I apologise your Honour, the defendant.”

“Your Honour….” the Defence started.

“Hold on…Both of you are taking sides. You defence counsellor, are simply making a statement. You  prosecutor, are starting a trial.  I want proper motions and counters next time.” Just then the clock hands moved. “We will re-convene tomorrow at 9 o’clock.”

“Your Honour,” The defence started.

“Make it quick.”

“May I plead on behalf of my client to have her under my custody? She will still be restrained and gagged. I also wish to have her, uh nappies removed. She may have resisted but this is too much for an underaged…”

“Defence, all girls will be treated equally. Denied. As for what is is made to wear, she will be in a chastity belt instead.” Charlotte wailed through her gag. “Silence!”

“As the jail is far from this courtroom, she will be remanded in the holding cells with a belt but when in this court, in nappies. Court is adjoured.”

Charlotte gave a struggle but the guards escorted her away. She was strapped down to a table, her soggy nappy removed and with only light cleaning, a chastity belt was locked around her. She was then cuffed to a chair in a holding cell.

TBC

***

The click-clock of heels was followed by the dragging sound of chains. The next sound heard was the unlocking of the door and Miss Lauren Staples was guided into the room. In the middle sat Charlotte chained to a chair and mouth still gagged. Lauren was ushered to another chair were her cuffed hands were switched from back to front and the ball gag she was wearing was removed. A small table was then placed in between them and only then was Charlotte’s panel gag remove. The chief guard warned them about the time limit and then left them alone.

“How are you, Charlotte?” Lauren began, wiping off the saliva from her mouth.

“How…do you think I am! I’m shackled and gagged 24/7, have me nappied and now in  a chastity belt! It sucks! This sucks! Get me out of here!”

“Sssh, Sssdh, I know it is dear. But I encourage you to keep your volume down dear, people can here you,” Lauren wanted to reach out to touch the teenager but remembered there was a CCTV.

“I’m not suppose to be here. Can you get me out of this?”

“I’m your lawyer. Look let’s go through your cases from the beginning again.” Over the next fifty minutes Lauren heard Charlotte’s account of the incident again. Just as Charlotte insist again on her innocence, the door clang again and the guards announced that time was up. Charlotte was re-gagged and so was Lauren. The latter’s hand were locked back behind her and she was escorted out through several doors before returning to the check-in or rather check-out desk. With one hand bound she signed several forms before her bra was returned to her. She quickly change back into it and only then were the rest of her chains and ball gag removed.

That was quite an experience, she thought as she caught a taxi back to her office. More the parts about being restrained when entering the police station and then courtroom rather than the whole case itself. The girl is toast, she thought and she typed out the remainder of her argument on her computer. By half past six, she was too tired to write anymore and headed home. Just as she unlocked her door, a hand reached out and covered her lips. “Guess who?” the voice growled.

“Mmmm…” she struggled and easily got free but the person held her hands behind her. “Tom. stop it damnit! Later ok? I had a tiring day and I need a good shower and rest.” He released his girlfriend but hour later as she slipped her nightie over her satin knickers, he tackled her, drew her arms behind her back and started to wind duct tape around her wrists. “Tom…” she whined.

“Hush, you have no right to argue,” he said then moved to tape her ankles. “Tom, I’ve a court case tomo…mmmmphh!” she ried as he stuffed a clean black pair of knickers in mouth and sealed it with a strip of tape. “Don’t worry, it’s a nice way to get you to sleep soundly and quietly. You’ll be free in the morning.” But alas, at hlaf past eight, she was still bound and gagged with no boyfriend in sight. Only after repeated muffled cris did he appear and cut her free. “Damn you, I’m going to be late and the judge will have my head for breakfast!” Lauren two of her tights before she was ready and made it to the courthouse half an hour before hand. “Try to change your record in arrival time, Miss Staples?” The courthouse guard

“Very funny, Guard,” she said, then surprised, the guard grabbed her hand. “I’m due in court today.”

“We’ll only released you ten minutes before the trial starts; you know the rules. We will allow to have your bra on.”

“But I have to write,” she protested.

“Ok, fine, hands in front,” he said said and cuffed her in front and then snapped leg irons around her ankles. He lifted up a ball gag and she shook head. “Open wide ma’am.”

“But i have to…mmmpph,” the ball was stuck between her teeth and strapped in place. “I trust that you won’t remove it until I do. Go ahead.” Glaring at him, she entered the office assigned for her and re-read through the arguments she formed, or rather the lack of it. This girl is toast, she thought. Well, the less time I have to spend it cuffed and gagged here, the better. After a few minutes, she got up to the ladies, finding it a little difficult to unzip her skirt and lower her tights. The handcuffs even scratch her crotch as she wiped it but then remembered how much worse it was for her client. Just as she exited the toilet, the same guard came up to her and announced that Seager’s parents were here.

“Mmmmph, remmmmph?” she lifted her cuffed hands asking for her gag to be removed.

 

Improving studies: Nappies for schoolgirls


Dear Parents and Girls of Solihall High,

As you might know, there was an unusual policy implemented by our “special relationship” cousins across the Atlantic. They ruled that wearing nappies (British English) would help a student concerntrate more and prevent any cheating/plagiarism during examinations.

The senior management board has evaluated this policy and discussed it it with the PTA and the wider community and have agreed to adopt a similar policy. Hence forth, it is mandatory for all students to wear a nappy to school. We will not allow girls to use the toilet for urniation and only for defeaction. If a girl needs to use the toilet, she will be inspected by a duty staff member or prefect.

In implementing this policy, all girls must wear nappies during school ours and school-related activities. Prefects and staff members will inspect all girls upon arrival at the school and random checks will be made across the day. Only proper tape on nappies are allowed; no pull ups or pads or washable knickers. If a girl fails to comply with this policy, she will receive demerit points, detention or possible explusion from the school.

We will be lenient and let parents choose any kind of nappies for their daughter to wear. As our school covers Year Seven (12/13) to Sixth Form girls, the nappy brand may differ but once again they must be tape on nappies. We recommend products from Abena, Attends or Tena or even Molicare. The school will set aside a small fund for parents to buy such nappies.

Changing at school: Will be performed by the school nurse and only the school nurse.

If you have read the case in the US, you may have heard girls are just in nappies during examination times. We alter the policy and have a room for all girls to change out of their uniform. They will wear only their nappies and a translucent gown provided. During examinations, no child is allowed to leave the room at all so we suggest girls have a light breakfast to prevent defeaction during the exam.

With this policy, we hope that your girl will have an even more enriching experience with our school.

I attached the new school uniform criteria below.

Yours Sincerely,

P. Seager

(Principal)

 

School Uniform:

Blazer with School crest

Jumper with School crest (during winter months)

Tie with school logo

White Blouse

White or Beige normal bra. No other bras are allowed. Non lacy and non silk.

Blue skirt no less than three inches above knees

Adult/Youth Nappies (No exceptions! No knickers over nappies, no pullups/goodnites)

Dark Blue Tights (40 Denier during spring to early autumn, 70 Denier during cold/winter months)

Flat heeled school shoes

Sports uniform:

School issued shirt/tank top

White coloured or beige coloured sports bra (non T or Y backed)

sports skirt/shorts

Adult/Youth pullups (No exceptions! Students will change back to their nappies after sports.)

socks (school issued)

trainers

For swimming: School will issue all girls with a one piece swimsuit with an in built nappy in it. Please approach Swimming teacher.

Leotard with pullup (for gym lessons, again nappy to be put back on after lesson)

***

Dear Principal Seager,

I have read, with much suprise, your letter regarding the new dress code for my daughter. She has just turned 13 and donned her first bra, thus is entering womanhood. The prospect of her wearing nappies again is naturally quite frightening.  I have read the news about the usage of nappies in American schools but I’m still not convinced about the usage in her school. Yes my girl’s grades aren’t exactly top but are you sure that putting her in nappies will assist in her performance?

Mrs. T. Bebbington

***

A Year Eight student chats with a boy on an Instant Messaging (IM):

 kathykat has logged in.

 

 sammystriker has logged in

 

sammystriker (10:00pm): Hi kathy

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat (10:01): Hi Sam.

 

sammstriker: How’s it going. What are you up to this Sunday evening?

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat (10:02): The usual, finishing up homework for school. But more surfing the net.

 

sammstriker: Oh yeah, you go to that school, Solihall?

 

kathykat: Uh yeah…

 

sammstriker: Is it…that school where you wear nappies to school?

 

kathykat: :~ oh you heard….

 

sammstriker: Everyone’s been chatting about it kathy. You actually have to wear them? New school rules???

 

kathykat: Ouch…yeah it’s some silly idea but it’s compulsory. Apparently the P got the idea from some Yank school across the pond.

 

sammstriker: Oh so cool!

 

kathykat: It’s not cool! It sucks! Such a weird policy!

 

sammstriker: Sawr…ry. I feel for yah. It does sound crazy.

 

kathykat: Yeah, well there’s no way out of it, especially during test and exams. You have to wear it and that’s all But I try my best to ignore it.

 

sammstriker (10:06): Oh…only a nappy?!!

 

kathykat: Yes. Don’t start dreaming about it pls.

 

sammstriker (10:08): Nah…promise. And you have to wear it all day at sch?

 

kathykat: Yeah. The check you in the morning  and do random checks through the day.

 

sammstriker: Yikes! what happens if you are caught not wearing one?

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat: You get put back in on and not allowed to wear your skirt or tights for the rest of the day. Demrit points and/or detention…

 

sammstriker: Ouch, and I thought my school rules were harsh…

 

kathykat: You have a boring yet sane school. Lucky boy.

 

sammstriker: Sorry that you have to suffer. Do you really have to er use them?

 

kathykat: Yeah for pee. We can still do number 2 in the toilet but the teachers check.

 

sammstriker: Yikes! What happens if you pee in them?

 

kathykat (10:12): Uh…

 

sammstriker: Ok prodding too much.

 

kathykat: Well them you are forbidden from using the loo in school. You have to poo…

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat: hold on BRB in a few minutes?

 

sammstriker: K

 

kathykat is typing…

 

sammstriker: Back?

 

kathykat (10:30): Yeah sorry mum called. She wanted to show me the creams and other supplies she bought.

 

sammstriker: Oh…wha…ok you need those for changing. You said something about poo?

 

kathykat: Uh yeah if you use the toilet to pee, then you have to poo in your nappy before you can use the toilet for poo again…

 

sammstriker: Gross. They are really fixed on this idea…

 

kathykat: Yeah….weirdos…if you want I’ll send you the file…

 

kathykat is sending School_policy_nappies.pdf

 

File received

 

sammstriker: Hmmm….wow that’s a lot of rules!

 

kathykat: Yeah :(:(  Tis the life of of a gal in Solihall…

 

sammstriker (10:36): Heh. Do you think you can stand it? It’s through out the whole year right?

kathykat: Till you finish your GCSEs or As…Hold on again…changing to nightie…

 

kathykat (10:41): back.

 

sammstriker: You must look cute.

 

kathykat: Sam!

 

sammstriker: *Holds up hands in surrender* It’s a compliment Kathy!

 

kathykat: Oh…ok. You do treasure normal clothing especially during weekends.I Especially wearing knickers….

 

sammstriker: I can’t believe the whole community approved of this..

 

kathykat: Me neither. Supposedly its going to be debated in government or what not….I don’t get politics though or those in power. I’m just  a normal teen…

 

sammstriker: *pats you on the back*

 

kathykat (10:49): Thanks.

 

sammstriker: But really, do ya feel you study better with a nappy on?

 

kathykat: I dunno. Peeing in your nappy felt like wetting yourself at first. Then you figure you aren’t going to the toilet in school so often. Then you can only look down at your books.

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat is typing…

 

kathykat (10:57): It’s getting late. Got to check up that I finished everything or I get even more punishment from teachers.

 

sammstriker: :( Stay safe little one.

 

kathykat: Little nappied gal :(😦

 

sammstriker: Well try hard andmaybe they will stop it. Do you take the usual school bus?

 

kathykat (10:58): It’s a new one. But it will soon return to the usual route.

 

sammstriker: Great. Then I get to meet you in the mornings.

 

kathykat: Ah! Then you’ll see me in such an embarrassing state!

 

sammstriker: Well you are clothed.

 

kathykat (10:59): Oh. Ok. We can meet up soon. Got to go…

 

sammstriker: Okie. Good luck.

 

kathykat: Thanks Sam. You too. Bye.

 

sammstriker: Bye.

 

kathykat has logged out.

 

sammstriker has logged out.

***

 

How to improve a girl’s studies: Nappy them!

 

Local school adopts a controversial move to improve grades

 

By: Anne Cheatle

 

Part 1:

 

I walk through the school gates in the earl morning. Like so many schools, girls in their school uniforms enter through the gates. Unlike other female schools, here girls form several long lines with several teachers at the front. Each girl has their skirt lifted up, their tights lowered and their crotch and buttocks touched. Some girls are channelled off to a different line while the majority head straight for their classes…

 

Welcome to Solihall Girl’s School. where it is now mandatory for all students from 12 to 17/18 (or Year Seven to Sixth Form) to wear not knickers or pants underneath, but nappies. Yes, nappies, like any toddler, bedwetter or incontinent person would need. “The idea came from Sunny Vail School in the US,” explained Principal Seager. “I read news articles and reports on how the school ask students to come in absorbent underwear, especially during remedial lessons. Then the policy switch towards the students wearing nothing but diapers or nappies during exams to reduce toilet breaks and prevent them from writing information on their clothes or limbs. Soon the policy spread to cover all lessons and amazingly, student’s grades improve dramatically. I further read independent reports that ascertained the effect of students wearing nappies. So I decided to implement it in this school.”

 

“Just like that?” I asked.

 

“Solihall has had a recent history of poor grade performance and girls turning towards crime and other despicable activities. Simultaneously, we have a group of student’s struggling to concentrate in order to get good GSSCE and A level grades. So I held a board meeting and a PTA meeting and a meeting with the town council. A majority vote decided in favour.”

 

“So exactly what happens?”

 

“Well as you can see in the morning, the girls have to form a queue to get inspected by teachers. Those caught not wearing a tape of nappy–it must be tape on and not a pull up–or not wearing at all will be sent to be put into one by our discipline master, Mr. Goddard. Through the whole school day, that means until the student leaves the school grounds, she must wear a tape on nappy. There will be random unannounced check through the school day to ensure girls are still wearing their nappies. Yes, instead of asking to go to the toilet, girls are expect to use their nappies.”

 

I ask if it is for both. “No, we aren’t that cruel; we say the nappy is for urinating only, which after all, is the main reason why students ask to go to the toilet. For number 2, they can use the the toilet for it but only for that only. If they are caught urinating in the toilet, even a small bit, they will be forbidden to use the toilet and only allowed to if they crap in their nappy once.”

 

It sounds terribly strict but it works. Principal Seager shows me a record of the student’s performance ever since the scheme, as it is known, was announced. Many students have rapidly improved in their grades.  Students have improved in all subject areas, far better than predicted. “Half a class will be taking their GCSEs  a year early,” he remarked.  I then prod him on that and other parts of the scheme.

 

“Ah yes GCSEs. Well, the nappy wearing will definitely happen for students taking examinations. The Sunny Vail plan for their students was rather harsh–all students had to take off their clothes and wear only a stand issue nappy. We’ve modified it that our girls wear a nappy with issued adhesive bras instead of their normal bras. A gown that is warm in enough will be draped over them and they may request thigh high stockings if they feel cold. That’s all we ask for student’s taking exams. Oh, during exams, no girl is allowed to to go to the toilet at all. We recommend that they clear themselves before the start of the exam. Of course, with a nappy on, they can crap in it, but that would be unpleasant.”

 

The principal leaves and I head towards a group of teachers to gather their views on the scheme. This will be in Part 2 of the report.

***

I exited the shower with my towel wrapped around me as usual. Just as was about to reach into my drawer, I heard an “ahem” behind me.

 

“Catherine, you’re suppose to wear this,” my mother said, pointing at the package on the grounds. Rats, I forget I was registered at Solihall, the new school with the nappy policy. Basically, students had to wear nappies instead of regular underwear to school. Toilet breaks for urination would not be allowed and only toilets for number 2, where teachers would have to verify that the student was doing that. It was an extremely unusual and really controversial method of ensuring student’s would stay in the classroom, not play truant, and even be more disciplined. I wasn’t at all sure whether wearing baby-like absorbent underwear would improve my studies or me at as a person at all but my parents were all on board with this.

 

“Oh,” I replied, turning to face the package. “I…I’m still not so sure how to put them on…”

 

“Well lie down let me put it on for you.”

 

Put it on? “But, mum…”

 

“No buts Cathy. Hurry or you’ll be late for your first day of school.” Given a silent groan, I did so, not before noticing that there was some kind of mat ontop of my duvet. “It’s to prevent and liquid staining your bed,” mum said, as I saw her snapping on gloves. She lifted my towel to expose my crotch area and then I felt a pretty cool jelly-like substance being rubbed down there.

 

“OW! Mummy, what was that for?”

 

“It’s a special cream, dear I don’t want you to get rash down there.” I won’t get rash if the school didn’t require us to wear this “thing” I thought. Thankfully, the cooling feeling didn’t last long. I was told to roll over then I heard the dreaded crinkly sound. The feeling against my smooth skin was just, well really damn weird. Before I knew it, snap, snap, snap, snap, mum taped the youth-sized nappy securely against my waist.

“It’s a bit tight,” I complained but wordlessly, mum drew me up and adjusted the “item”. “It has to be really secure darling, if not when you pee, you’ll leak.” I don’t want to think about that I thought. Walking around in it, I heard the dreaded crinkling sound that I haven’t heard since I visited my younger baby cousins a while back. Ugh! I dressed but immediately found that my nylon tights couldn’t fit over the nappy.

“You should use your thigh highs, dear,” mum said, pointing at the un-opened package. I bought it once but never of using them. Well, I hope they don’t fall down my legs suddenly. Straightening my blouse and blazer, I walked with the crinkling sound out.

How to improve a girl’s studies: Nappy them!

Local school adopts a controversial move to improve grades

By: Anne Cheatle

Part 2:

I move over to the group of teachers who are checking the girls as they enter. One by one, each girl is stopped. Her school skirt is lifted and her tights/pantyhose are lowered. If teachers are satisfied students can enter directly into the school. If not, some students are directed to another lane. I encounter Mr. Wingfield, the chief teacher in-charge and headmaster.

“At first, lots of girls would arrive not wearing the nappies or wearing just pull ups or pads,” he explains. “Now, it’s down to a smaller minority and the usual suspects.”

“What happens if they aren’t wearing…the nappies?” I ask, struggling to believe the sight.

He guides me over to the other lane and I see a small room with only a table inside. Looking closer, the table in akin to that of a doctor’s medical examination table. Each girl caught wearing the wrong incontinence wear or even just knickers I made to lie down on the table. She is strapped down to the table and her lower clothes are removed. Another teacher would clean her crotch, then slide a diaper underneath and tape on on her.

“Each offender is booked and monitored. Repeating offenders will get this,” the headmaster held up a plastic pants with a chain. “These are locking panties. If a girl fails to wear proper tape on nappies, she’ll be locked in her nappy for a the whole day. Neither her parents nor her will be able to remove the nappy until it is filled with pee or poo. That is extreme and only a rare number of students were treated so.”

I check with him if they are meant to use the name for both functions and he siad only for pee. If they have to poo, they have to get permission and a duty teacher checks if they really use the toilet for number two. Offenders are dealt with if they break the rules. If girls need to change during school hours, we hare more duty nurses to help change them. Under no circumstance will a girl be allowed to change themselves at school.” He then mumbles an excuse and moves off.

I meet an set of teachers and ask them their thoughts on the policy. One a science teacher said “It really works. Previously, my students would either chat loudly, make necessary remarks or ask to head to the toilet many times. I had lots of cases of bullying and teasing. Now, with the whole class in nappies, they pay attention.” Several other teachers add\ in their agreement. Even the physical education teacher says the girls are better behaved and she doesn’t see much hindrance from nappies and their sports performance. Only one teacher, a geography teacher, didn’t exactly see the need to have the girl’s in nappies. Still, she wasn’t exactly a full objector to the policy.

It’s recess time and I meet up with of the students. After glancing around, they open up. “It’s terrible but it’s school rules,” one a year nine student named Nichola Sterns remarked, crossing her legs tightly. “It sucks big time,” another of her classmates Jemimah Sternwood complains. “It’s like wearing a big pillow between your legs all day.” Jemimah continues to complain, saying that she doesn’t want her boyfriend from another school to know. “But this school has hit the news, so everyone knows..” she wailed.

Another student, Lauren Hanks, says the nappies actually helped her. “Before, I would often run to the loo and miss important teachings or advice,” she says. “Now with a nappy on, I can pee and sit and listen at the same time.” Another student, Sian Coghlan chimed in saying that after a while, the nappy feels like normal underwear. “It’s actually still just something you put on everyday.” Several others agree and disagree over it.

I tour the classes and spot some students taking their semester exams. Instead of their school uniforms, they are in just nappies and a translucent gown over them. “It’s to ensure the girls don’t cheat in their exams or tests,” another teach explains. “Previously, many girls hide answers or notes in their accessories or even bras. So during tests, girls are made to take off their uniforms and out on a gown to cover their breasts. We thus ensure they they have absolutely no chance of cheating.”

A few hours later, I meet up with some parents. Sue Fuller, a leading member of the PTA has a cup of tea with me over the subject. “It was a bit ridiculous at first,” she said. “My daughter was happy to be a teenager but now she has to wear nappies in order to study. But having looked at my daughter’s report cards, I can see the difference.” Another parent, James Stone said it was really weird since his young one was just completing toilet training while his daughter had to go back in nappies. “But that’s the rules I guess. We have to live with it.”

In part 3 of the report, we get the wider views of the community.

***

This debate is British Parliamentary Style and based on the UK Parliament. Google around to get an idea.

Disclaimer: This does not represent the current or past British Parliaments, nor does it represent any Minister, Secretary of State, or British Political Party.

Mr Speaker: Order. Urgent Question from the Shadow Secretary of State for Education.

Shadow Secretary of State for Education (Mr. Ramsay): To ask the  Shadow Secretary of State for Education the government’s perspective on girls at Solihall Girl’s School being made to wear nappies.

Minister for Schools (Mr. Oliver): Mr. Speaker, allow me to reply. I thank the right honourable gentleman for the question. Yes, the ministry is aware that Solihall Girl’s School has conducted a policy where by all its students have to wear youth or adult nappies to school. This policy has been adopted by Sunny Vail School District in the US state of Tennessee. Mr. Speaker, the whole House must understand that Solihall is a private school and is not directly subjected to government educational policies. We nevertheless conducted a review into this method of making girls more attentive in class. Give the time constraints of this debate, Mr. Speaker, I naturally cannot read out the full report conducted by my staff. I will endeavour to make copies available. However, I shall try to summarise the report.

Mr. Speaker, Solihall Girl’s School implemented this policy as it has been low down the Educational League Table for many years. It’s principal and main committee decided on this due to the main factor for poor performance being attentiveness in class. After reading the case study of Sunny Vail School District, the Principal chaired a meeting and gain almost full consent from staff and the Parent’s Teaching Association, the PTA, to implement this policy. Mr Speaker, this policy has been on going at Solihall for around four months. Mr. Speaker, my staff have independently studied the school’s performance and noted a tremendous improvement in the grades of all Years. Mr. Speaker, it is almost certain this policy, however unusual, has had a positive impact on the school and its students. We interviewed several staff, students and parents and the feedback was mixed. Mr. Speaker, the review found that only a small handful of parents opposed this move and wrote to us to attempt to stop it. As stated, Soilhall Girl’s is an independent school and the government has no direct control over it. The rest interviewed have accepted the policy and provided positive reviews regarding it. Mr. Speaker, I again say that the full report will be available for all MPs to read.

Mr. Ramsay: I thank the Minister for that reply, however short. We in the opposition understand the private status of Solihall. Nevertheless, we do have questions that the Minister must answer. Firstly, the enforced nappying of girls. What assurances can the Minister give that the girls are made to wear the nappies to improve their studies and not for other reasons? Second, what safety measures are in place to ensure that the girls are not assaulted or abused when they are changed in school? Third, wearing a nappy, in school and outside takes much confidence. What support have the Education Ministry given to families and the wider community? Fourth, Solihall may be a private school. Is the Ministry confident this unusual or rather controversial policy will not be directly promoted to other schools by the government? Fifth, nappies are not cheap compared to knickers. What financial support has the minister given to families, especially poor ones?

Minister for Education Oliver: Mr. Speaker, I thank the Shadow Secretary for his understanding of the matter. I will try to answer his questions as best as I can. As noted, this again is a private school policy. Our review note that there was no act of abuse by teachers or parents when the girls have to wear nappies at school. During school hours, if they need to be changed, I understand they go to any school nurse who will change them. Since the implementation of this scheme, no abuse has occurred. There are set rules as to how to wear the nappy but this again is created by the school itself. The Shadow Minister asks about support. The school’s policy has been supported by the local council or community. We have some calls and letters by parents about support and have helped the council by sending in experts to help the girls to adjust to his policy. On financial support. Solihall itself has made a certain brand of youth nappies free for parents to collect from stores for their girls. Again, the local council has been supporting needy families and all such issues rests with them. On whether this policy will be spread to other schools. If private schools wish to take it up, we have no reason to stop them. We may take the idea under consideration for public schools, but we have no definite plans at present.

Mr Speaker: I naturally have to call the Memeber for Solihall.

MP for Solihall (Mr. Lawson): Thank you Mr. Speaker. I thank the Minister and the Shadow Minister for their speeches. I must say to the house I was not a proponent of this scheme initially. However, having seen the results, I have become a supporter. The government has always proponent of innovation by individuals and organisations. Will he at least congratulate the Principal, Principal Seager, for this bold move?

Mr. Oliver: I thank the honourable gentlemen for his work in his constituency. Yes, we champion those who dare to experiment and innovate, and this is quite the case.

Mr. Shields (MP for Netherhall): Mr. Speaker, this is certainly a unique case. How will the Minister ensure this will to cause the girls to be dependent on nappies?

Mr. Oliver: As the Member must understand, this again is a private school policy. The school has stated students will only wear them in school grounds, whether during school hours or staying in the school afterwards.

Mr. Shaw (MP for Guildhall): May I further on that question? What assurances can the Minister give that girls will not suffer from any medical complications such as rash due to this? Or become incontinent?

Mr Speaker: Order. May I say that backbench members must form only one question only.

Mr. Oliver: Again, it is a private school policy. The school has guidelines for families and the girls to follow. I believe amongst them is that girls are to have shaven crotches.

Miss Smith (MP for Alesbury): Mr. Speaker, I’m sure teenage girls are focused on other issues in life and definitely not to wear stuff that babies wear. Does the Minister really believe nappies improve studies?

Mr. Oliver: I ask the honourable lady to read the report my team has done. The short answer is we have agree they do.

Mrs. Snow (MP or Toddington): This is a demeaning policy! Teenage girls are grown up ladies past toilet training stage! How can the government allow a school to implement this! It breaches Human Rights!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. The honourable lady is to form a single question, not shout the House down.

Mrs. Snow: This is atrocious! Girls wear underwear not nappies! They have full bodily control!!!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. I say again, this is a debate, not a place to scream.

Mrs. Snow: I don’t care! These girls are girls who have rights!

Mr. Speaker: Order, order. Sergeant, please escort the member from the chamber. (Sergeant-at-arms escorts the shouting MP out). Order. The Minister must still reply.

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, we value human rights. Again, it is up to the school to conduct it’s policies.

Mrs. Saw (MP for Goldhall): Mr. Speaker, my colleague makes a point. Why must girls in this school be taped into something only babies wear?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again it is up to the private school to decide. May I say that some grown ups also wear adult diapers due to incontinence or for fun.

Mr. Seen (MP for Northland): I wish this was a nation-wide policy rather than just for Solihall. May I ask the Minister to sincerely make this applicable to all schools?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again it was our mission just to review the policy. We have no plans to make this a government policy.

Mr. Shawness (MP for Solihall North): Mr. Speaker, if only this was implemented in schools in my constituency. May I suggest the Minister praise the school publicly in the media?

Mr. Oliver: We will do it once the report is published.

Miss Teddington: Mr. Speaker, my niece attends Solihall and is having trouble walking now with the nappies on practically whole weak. Has this been highlighted in his report?

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, again the school has set policies to make it comfortable for the girls. If the member would meet me afterwards, we will study the case.

Mr. Blamping (MP for Solihall South): My daughter was punished by the school twice by having to wearing locking panties over the nappy. Does the Minister think that is acceptable?

Mr. Oliver: It again is up to the school to set the rules.

Mrs. Sun (MP for Solihall South): What statistical formula was made before these girls wear taped into things babies wear?

Mr. Oliver: It again is up to the school to set the rules. May I again say that adults wear nappies (Mrs. Sun shakes her head) It is the case.

Mr. Speaker: Order, we have little time left. I know many female members want to question, but I cannot accommodate all.

Ms Slow (MP for Ashen): Young girls should have the freedom to have pubic hair. Why must they shave?

Mr. Oliver: The honourable lady ask question that is obvious. May I again say it is the policy of the school.

Ms Grey (MP for East Weston): Wearing nappies is one thing. Girls will have to buy Sudocream and wipes and other materials. Shouldn’t there be financial assistance for all families with daughters in the school?

Mr. Oliver: Again it is school policy. I believe they have made such items free. Shops which refuse to provide those items to the families will be fined.

Miss Black (MP for East Weston): Do you expect girls in nappies to grow up with positive stories to tell their friends or future husbands or children?

Mr. Oliver: It is impossible for me to judge. The honourable lady should write to the school or visit it.

Mr. Speaker: Order, last question.

Miss Wylie (MP for Needham): It is surely disgusting for girls to be treated this way. Why isn’t there a strong condemnation from the Minister? Would he like his daughter to be in a nappy?

Mr. Speaker: Order, I say again, one question only. The Minister will answer either.

Mr. Oliver: Mr. Speaker, I must say I don’t have a daughter. But this policy, as the report will show, works.

***

“Rachel wake up! Wake up!” the voice of her mother broke through the teenagers sleep. “Get up or you’ll miss the bus and be late for your test!” Groaning, 14 year-old Rachel Sanders kicked off her duvet and literally dropped onto the floor of her bedroom. After a quick shower, she hastily wrapped a towel around her and fished for her clothes. Her bra naturally was clipped on and she reached for her underwear drawer before stopping. “Stupid school law,” she groaned silently, as she grabbed one disposable nappy out of it packet and laid down. “SHIT!” she yelled, getting the tapes on one side stuck and the other yanked off due to her brute force. She was about to grab another one when hr mother came in again.

“Let me help you with that dear,” she said and before the teenager could refuse, her mother had wiped her crotch clean and snugly tape on the incontinence wear for her. Minutes later, Rachel was in her school uniform and tights, as well as a flask of tea and a few muffins. “Do eat them dear; you need the strength. Good luck!”

Rachel finished her breakfast while cramming more facts about medieval history into her head. At the school gate, she winced as she was checked thoroughly by the duty teacher then scampered straight for the hall. “Uh, uh young lady, you need to get striped down over there,” one of the invigilators pointed. “Oh, another stupid rule,” she thought. “Studied for the test Rach?” Her classmate Rowena asked.

“All through the night. I even woke up late this morning.” All around, students were undressing and removing everything on their bodies, hair clips, scrungies, earrings, watches everything. Groaning again, Rachel undid her blazer but still commented, “I can’t believe we have to take the test topless.”

“Not topless,” Rowena corrected. “In our nappy and this translucent gown,” she held one up.

“Looks quite transparent,” Rachel replied, unclipping her bra. She had B cup breasts and her skin turned bright red, even though she was amongst girls. One by one, the bra-less nappied students entered the examination hall where teachers checked  them for any hidden items.

“You have three hours to answer four questions. Time yourselves well. It begins…NOW!” With that all the girls rapidly flipped over their test sheets  and began scribbling furiously. Rachel raced through the first question, remembering her facts well. The second was much harder so she slowed down and began to think. Just as she was writing the third paragraph, she felt her bladder signal. Yikes, it must be the morning’s tea. Shifting in her seat, the thick nappy rubbed against her skin. Rachel had hardly ever used her nappy at school and she wanted to hold her pee. But it was impossible and soon enough, her bladder emptied its contents into the protective underwear, causing her to grimace.

Rachel had just begun her third question when she smelt a foul odour. Bloody hell, one of the girls must have crapped in her nappy. Trying to hold her breath, Rachel scribbled even harder, noticing that she was behind the 45 minutes per question mark. Her hands were perspiring when suddenly she felt her stomach give a danger signal. Crap! I don’t want to have a stomach ache now!

“Fifty minutes remaining,” one invigilator called. By this time, Rachel’s stomach pain was getting worse and the last question was one of the hardest so far. Please, please, don’t let me shit in this thing, she thought, trying to remember her facts. She cancelled out her rough plan several times and then began writing. Suddenly, she peed again. Just let it all be pee, she thought, as she wrote.

“TIMES UP! PENS DOWN!” Rachel grabbed the edges on her chair as her stomach ache reached danger levels. Please hurry up and collect silly script, she thought. Only ten minute later, the girls were released and Rachel raced out, telling her classmate to look after her clothes and belongings for her. She was naturally aiming for the toilets, but the nearest one was being cleaned. “DARN IT!” she yelled, as her stomach was on the verge of giving away. “Young lady, keep your voice down and go change to your uniform,” a passing teacher said. Screw you, Rachel thought.

By luck, the nurses office was just around the corner. “Nurse, nurse!” she called, “I have a terrible stomach ache!” Nurse Norma appeared and calmly said, “well hope over to the bed.”

“NO! I need a toilet now!” But instead the nurse grabbed the teen and made her squat over what appeared pail. Just as the last nappy tape was pulled, the young teen’s stomach contents “came out”, part of it falling onto the nappy. “ARGH!” she cried and only ten minutes later, she had finished relieving herself.

“Now you see how good the nappies are? If you weren’t in one you would have dirtied your clothes,” the nurse said, guiding her to the bed and cleaning her. Rachel wanted to argue but the pain was still there. Soon, she was back in a fresh nappy, this one somehow thick and a it more crinklier. “Go get back to your uniform dear,” the nurse  said, handing her a pass for an excuse. But just as Rachel returned to side room where she had changed, her uniform and accessories were gone.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

***

A boy writes about his sister wearing nappies to Solihall School:

Dear Diary,

If there’s any great example of “Schadenfreude”, it has to be the case of my sister. For years, as my elder twin, she had been teasing me, beating me in competitions, school work, social life, everything. Now that she’s transferred to a certain Solihall school, she’s the one who has to suffer. I mean, this school has a new and weird policy that girls must wear nappies during school hours and school premises in order improve their concentration. I don’t know exactly how this can happen. All I know gleefully is that my sister now has to wear nappies for a good portion of the day. This has sort of stopped her from picking on me and sulking, almost like a little child.  I don’t know how much she pees or even poos in these nappies but boy has mum and dad filled with boxes of youth nappies, wipes, cream and all the stuff babies need–not the clothes, the nappy-related stuff. My once confident twin sister, reduced to nappies in the day–don’t know if mum makes her wear at night in case she wakes up late. Whatever the case, I’m glad to see my sister in nappies!

***

A short outing by a student gone wrong…

“…and remember, at two p.m. sharp, gather at centre care park for the bus to the musuem,” Ms. Dorothy Porkins, or Porky as I like call her, said.

“Uh, Miss?” I raised my hand.

“Yes, Charlotte?”

“If we’re going out in public, does this mean we can change out of…”

“No, your nappies stay on.” I hat that word.

“But, Ms Porkins, we’re off school premises,” I protested, really wanting to be out of these baby underwear and into big girl unides.

“And you’ll still be in your school uniforms,” the teacher countered. “I expect those of you who need a change to see Nurse Donna during this break. See you at two shap and don’t be late.”

Bloody hell, we’ll still be trapped nappies, I thought, as the class exited the room. Which means I have to head how wear nappies. Naturally I’m covered, but I still hate the fact that I have to be out in public wearing these darn things. Idiotic school rule. Unlike many my other classmates, I did not head to the Nurse’s office. One, I didn’t think the current nappy I wore was needed a change. Two, I didn’t really like Nurse Donna–she was a rather old lady who was rough with any medical problems with us girls and equally so when coming to changing our nappies. Instead, I head across the the canteen. I didn’t have much for breakfast or lunch and thus bought a large tuna sandwich and a huge can of soda. Just before 2, I made my way to the carpark to join the others, meeting up with my classmate Lauren.

“Did you get a change?” She asked me.

“No, snack instead.”

“You sure yours is ok? It’s going to be a trip and a long tour of the museum,” she replied.

“I can mange. Besides, aren’t there toilets there?”

“But that’s why Ms Porkins wanted us to see the nurse.”

I didn’t reply. Lauren was one of the many girls who was comfortable with this school’s nappy policy while I was in the opposite camp. This of course resulted in her being promoted to class leader while I lost out. Man, she would do anything the school rules said to do. The bus came slightly late and the journey was a rather slow one. Just as it turned the corner, there was a traffic jam. “Girls, we’ll have to make our way via an alternative route,” the bus driver announced. As the bus slowly turned around, I felt my bladder signal. Oh, must be the soda I drank. I thought. I tried to hold it but the pressure of my bladder increased and I simply let go, the pee hitting my nappy.

I squirmed in my seat, my elbow striking Lauren next to me.

“What happened?” she asked,

Red with embarrassment, I mumbled, “I peed in my…”

“Well good thing you’re wearing a nappy. You wouldn’t want to stain the seat.” That was all she said. Well yeah, but I’m a grown up girl. I should have been able to hold my urine and not have to rely on some adult incontinence wear. What is wrong with me?

After ages, we finally arrived at the museum. I darted off the bus towards the toilet sign but ran straight into Pork. “Just where do you think you are going young lady.”

“The…loo. I had a…”

“Get back in line. I told you to see the nurse.”

“But…” I can’t believe this teacher.

She shot out her arm, blocking my short frame. Dejected, I walked back, feeling the damp nappy rub against my labia. The whole history tour was just as long as the bus ride and extremely boring. It was about some super ancient civilization, something that never interested me. Just as the guide started talking about the architecture, I felt another signal, this time from my abdomen. It was a signal that I detested ever since I was toilet-trained–stomach ache. Darn it, it must be the tuna sandwhich I had earlier on. I knew that there was something wrong besides the dry taste. The time pasted even slower as the ached increased. My palms started to sweat and I crossed and uncrossed my nylon-clad legs.

Porky was nearby but I had to wave to get her attention. “What now?”

“Miss Porkins,” I used her proper name. “Please, I have to go to the toilet. I have a stomach ach..”

“You can hold. This is a fixed tour and extremely critical. Now be quiet.”

WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! I screamed silently at her. I’m  going to have diahorrea and I need to go to the toilet. You can expect me to poo in my…

I couldn’t hold it any longer so ignoring the Teacher, I bolted to the ladies, as fast as my waddling self could move. Just as I pushed open the toilet door, I felt my bowels release itself. NOOO….I cried and hastily banged open a stall door. Skirt and tights down, I  yanked furiously at the nappy tapes. Finally the dreaded nappy came off and yucks! I did pop in them. Ah….the rest of my bowls were released and darn it, it was a bit of diarrhoea. Minutes later, I had finished cleaning my bum and was about to re-dress myself until I realised it was going to be yucky poo-filled nappies. Yikes! I had my school bag with me but as mentioned, I didn’t have any spare underwear or clean nappies.

What to do, what to do? Maybe I should just chuck the nappy away and just go without anything but skirt and tights on. Yikes, would people know? I’ve never gone commando before and just didn’t like the sound of it. Maybe if I clean the silly nappy..I did so and some of the yucky stuff came off. Looks better I thought, although re-taping it up, It felt a bit squishy. Straightening my uniform, I washed up and headed back.

“Where did you go young lady?” Porky asked angrily.

“I’m really sorry miss, I had a stomach ache,” I said, with pleading eyes.

“Get back and listen up to the guide.” I did so, but with the squishy feeling against my bumb and the damp nappy, I could hardly concentrate. I doodled some answers in my sheet across the next half an hour until I felt my bladder signal. Darn it, I thought I had peed just now. I couldn’t ask for another toilet break again, especially not with the exit blocked by other people so I risked it and felt another lot of warmth between my legs. Please hold please hold, I thought, as I felt the nappy start to bulge. The sogginess could certainly be felt now and I really started to waddle a bit as I walked.

“You okay?” Lauren asked, appearing next to me.

“No,” I whispered. “I’ve go a thick nappy on….” embarrassed I started to explain to her what happened when Porky yelled silent.

Please let this be over! I screamed in my mind. Nearly half an hour later, it was. “Remember, tomorrow I’m going to quizz you all on this trip. Those who can answer will be marked down.” Finally, I bolted out of the place, or rather walked like a duck. “You really need a change,” Lauren said, catching up with me.

“I…I don’t have a spare nappy. I just want to get out of this,” I explained what happened and turned red.

“Oh Charlie,” she said, “there’s no way you can head home like this. You’ll get a rash or worse.”

“What…”

“Look, my home is nearer. Why don’t you come along and get cleaned up there.” I thought for a while and agreed. It was a ten minute walk to her house, with the nappy really chaffing against my groin. Finally in her bedroom, she handed me some wipes. Boy, despite the ultra-cooling sensation, it felt pretty good to clean up all over. Chucking the stained nappy in her bin, I asked to borrow one of her knickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll return them clean.”

“No you can’t borrow them,” she replied.

“Why? I’ll clean them and return them tomorrow,” I said, bewildered.

“You can’t go home in just undies,” she said, “not with you case of stomache ache and multiple peeing.”

“What? I’m not going home with just my skirt and tights!”

“You are, with a nappy on.”

“But…” I was shocked.

“But you might wet yourself, or need to poo again. And if it wasn’t for the nappy, it would be worse. Now,” she said, unfolding one of her own clean disposable nappies, “lie down.”

“I can change myself.”

“No, you can’t. I know you Charlotte,” she reverted to my full name. “Now, lie down.” There was no where to go and turning so red, I watched as she wiped my vulva and bum again, spread anti-rash cream and then taped on a darn nappy tightly. “There you go, all set. I would even recommend you wear them for a few hours.”

The End.

***

“…Remember you have a big exam tomorrow,” Mr. Roberts called as we all stood up and packed our school bags. “It counts as 40% of your final grade so do study hard.”

“Yeah, that’s some comfort,” I thought, stuffing my books inside my bag.

“Hey, Cath, we still have still afternoon to study,” my classmate and good friend Harriet sat. We had both planned a study session and a sleep over at her house, which was much closer to school than mine. So along with my school bag I had a back pack will clothes and night wear.

“Yeah, you can help me with early World War Two history,” I said as we moved down the hall.

“And you with Cold War stuff,” she replied. “Hey, mind if I stop by Nurse Jenna’s first? I need to get get my nappy changed.” I nodded. Ah, the darn nappies to school rule. It ddidn’t seem to make me concentrate more in class or focus on my studies. But I still stuck to it unlike some girls who still rebelled. I didn’t want to face the harsh punishments.

“Hi Harriet, Hi Catherine,” Nurse Jenna, the mid 20s nurse greeted us. By now, she knew the names of all the girls she helped change daily. “Take a seat; I’m dealing with some one with a sprained ankle. Minutes later, a girl limped out with an ankle guard. “Now, what can I do for you?”

“Uh, Nappy change,” Harriet replied, immediately moving to the nurse’s examination table.

“Just you?”

“I…think I’m ok Nurse,” I said.

“Alright,” Harriet had already dropped her skirt and lowered her tights. Man, her nappy did seem wet. Nurse Jennings moved methodically, first un-taping and discarding the used nappy, then wiping her all over–crotch and bum, and then adding some cream. Finally, she unfolded a new nappy and securely taped it on. “There dear you’re done.”

As Harriet straightened herself and I was about to move, Nurse Jenna called out, “Catherine, what about you?”

“I’m fine Nurse,” well I only had a large piss and a small one in this nappy.

“Really? I’m sure you must be damp by now.”

“Uh…”

“Better get a change, Cath,” Harriet commented, straightening her tights. “It’s still a fair walk to my house.”

With both of them looking me intensely, I reluctantly got on to the table, removing my tights. The nurse removed my school skirt and exclaimed, “well you are quite wet dear,” she said. “you do need a change.”

“Oh,” was all I said.

“You should buy the Maxi brand,” she continued, untaping the nappy.

Ok, well, it’s what my parents get using the school voucher. With the nappy yanked away, I turned red as usual. I know it’s a female nurse, but even so, having someone else see my private part in my teen years seems weird. It felt even weirder as she wiped my vulva and bum then spread the icky cooling cream all around. Finally, a fresh nappy–darn it why can it be underwear? The nappy was the Maxi kind which definitely felt thicker.

“There you go? See, lucky you got the change,” I murmured a thanks and slowly tried to to adjust to new thickness. “See you tomorrow Nurse,” Harriet called and we were out the school. “You should have worn the Maxi from the start, Cath,” Harriet commented.

“It’s feels so thick. Dunno how you can move with it on.” Or rather, why the heck must we wear these baby undies to school? I’m glad I will soon be out of it.

Harriet’s home was a rather large one (compared to mine) and it took was three flights of stairs up before we reached her bedroom. “Phew,” I said, panting. “At least now I can get out of my uniform.” Before I could head over to her bathroom, Harriet had already begun unbuttoning her blouse. “We’re both girls Cath,” she said. Soon enough, we had our T-Shirts on  and I removed my skirt. Just as I was about to untape the nappy I had on, Harriet raised her eyes.

“What?”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to take that off.”

“Why not? We’re out of school and we’re allowed to be big girls again.”

“I know but Nurse Jenna just taped it on. Big waste to throw it away,” she argued.

“It’s just a silly nappy. And it’s not like I paid for it,” I continued peeling away a tab.

“Wait! At least do a pee in it first. Then it can be used.”

“Why?”

“Please, Cath. Or I won’t let you throw it in my bin.” She folded her arms.

I shook my head. Harriet was hooked on to this nappy stuff. I focused and managed a small wee into the nappy, the indicator barely showing any change. Great, I became a baby again. “Here you go,” she said, handing me some wipes. Minutes later, I was finally in my proper underwear, jeans, shirt and light jumper. Cath was almost similarly dressed, but still wearing her nappy. Crazy.

For the next few hours, we crammed as much facts as we could into our head about 20th Century history. We exchanged notes on the topics each of us had a comparative advantage over. More than two hours in, I felt my bladder and gut signal and moved off to use her toilet. “Go ahead,” she said. “You know, if you were me, you could still be looking at the notes.”

“Yeah, yeah, you love nappies,” I called.

Around 6 pm, Harriet’s mother called and we both trooped down for dinner. At the table was her mother, father and older brother, Francis. They usual discussion of ‘how are you’ and ‘how are things’ ensued until the topic of our exam came up. “It’s a big one for all the Year Ten history students at Solihall,” Harriet commented.

“The Baby School,” her brother said.

“Excuse me?”

“The baby school were girl’s a babied by wearing nappies and changed by nurses,” he continued. “The school where girls sit in halls practically naked with just a nappy….”

“We’re certainly not babied; it has helped many us achieved better grades,” Harriet retorted. “And we get to wear a top and nappy during exams.”

“Baby, baby, nappy, nappy,” Francis started singing and Harriet threw a piece of bread in direction.

“Stop it both of you!” Harriet’s father shouted. “Apologise to each other.” I heard them mumble “sorry” to each other and the rest of the dinner proceeded in silence. Back in Harriet’s bathroom, I was brushing my teeth my I heard a familiar rustling sound. After rising, I re-entered the bedroom, to see Harriet cleaning her crotch. “Always better to to get a fresh one on,” she commented from her horizontal position.

“Harriet, don’t you think you’re brother is a little right? That you are treating this a little too far?”

She sat up, still half naked. “You think we’re being babied?”

“Well no, but uh, girls like you treating it so seriously. Following the routine even after school, buying every thing related to nappies…”

“Well, either you accept it or you rebel and get punished. Have you seen what they do who break the rules.”

“Yeah, they make them stay in the same nappies and worse,” I said, remembering how some of our classmates were punished. “And the part about taking exams in just some translucent gown and nappy. Don’t you think it’s over the top?”

“No, and can you let me finish changing? We still have to try the mock exam to try out.” With Harriet freshly nappied, she dragged a spare table to the middle of the room. The mock exam paper we had contain questions on topic we studied for but naturally not the same questions as those tomorrow. “Read, your time starts now!” Harriet called and we turned over the paper. It was three questions for three hours. I breezed through the first two questions easily. As I started with the third question, I noticed Harriet shift a bit and cross and uncrossed legs. Probably peeing in her damn nappy, I thought. Just as I wrote another paragraph, I again felt my bladder signal. Darn, it must be the orange squash her mother provided me during dinner time. I continued scribbling away but as I did so, the pressure my bladder increased. “Twenty minutes left,” Harriet called, mimicking the head invigilator. Damnit, I thought, sweating. If this was a normal exam, I could head to the toilet. But given the nappy rule, no girl would be allowed to leave the exam hall.

Just as our time was up, I threw down my pen and raced to the toilet. But it was too late…”Super crap!” I yelled.

“What’s wrong?” I heard Harriet call.

I finished emptying my bladder, washed and came out face all red. “I wet my pants.”

Harriet smiled a smile which said something like “See why I wear?”. “Aw, if this was the real exam, you wouldn’t have been.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I replied. “can I borrow a spare undies of yours?”

“No,” she crossed her arms.

“No? But I just…”

“Yes you just wet yourself like a little child, Cath,” Harriet said. “You shouldn’t be wearing big girl’s pants.” Her hands pointed to…”You’ve got to be joking!” I cried.

“Catherine Robinson, I’m not. Now, take off the rest of your jeans and put a nappy on.”

“No!”

Suddenly, Harriet yanked me towards her bed and pressed me down. “Ow! Harriet Springfield stop this!”

“Wear”

“No….” But the pressure increased. “Damnit!” I cried. Finally I gave in. “You are such a bully,” I cried.

“Well, you are the one who wet her knickers,” Harriet started and I turned red in the face again. Just as I finished taping up the new nappy, there was a knock on the door. I quickly yanked up my jeans as Harriet’s mother entered. “I brought you girls some hot chocolate and biscuits,” she said.

“Thanks Mrs. Springfield,” I said.

“You two studying well?”

“Uh yeah,” I lied. Up to the point that your daughter forced me into wearing nappies.

“Ok, don’t study too late. You need to be fresh in the morning.” As soon as she left, I gave Harriet a “darn you look”. We both studied for another hour or so before we changed into our night clothes. I had light blue pyjamas while Harriet donned a cream nightie.

“You really want me to wear a nappy to sleep?” I asked, still not liking this nappy on.

“Yes.”

“But…”

“But this is my room,” Harriet said, switching off the lights. “Now, let’s get some sleep.”

It was weird indeed with the bulk between my legs but with the whole facts of history buzzing through my mind, I quickly fell asleep. I only awoke with the massive feeling of hands rubbing me. “Hey Cath, wake up, it’s time.” I rubbed my eyes to see Harriet wrapped in a towel. “I’ve just showered, your turn.” Still groggy, I got out of bed then remembered I was still in a nappy. It was a joy to be released on the damn thing in the shower but when I returned to the bed room, Harriet was there, dressed in her uniform and spreading out nappy wipes, cream, a changing mat and a new nappy on her bed.

“Come here, Cath,” she ordered.

“What?”

“You take ages to put on a nappy, now come on. Breakfast will be cold.”

I wanted to argue but again she dragged me to the bed and I suffered through the humiliation of being taped into a nappy by my best friend. More than an hour later, we were back at school and headed with the massive stream of girls to the side room. “All uniform and accessories off,” the head teacher announced. “Place them in the bags with your names. Then go through the checking gates.” One by one, girls striped to just their nappies and donned the translucent gowns. “You, you you,” one teacher point at several girls. “Your nappies show wetness. Go get get changed quickly.”

“Luckily we both are in fresh nappies,” Harriet commented.

Whatever, I thought, still wishing it wasn’t so drastic. Soon enough, the exam began. Having crammed all the facts in my head, I again breezed through the first two questions and moved to the third. Just as there was fifteen minutes left, I once more felt my bladder signal–must be the morning tea. But instead of sweating and squeezing my legs, I let it empty itself into the nappy I wore. Maybe Harriet is right about this nappy policy, I thought.

“Hey Cath, look you are quite wet,” Harriet commented as we head back to collect our clothing. She on the other hand, showed a dry nappy.

“Uh yeah,” I said. We both changed back into our bras, tights and uniforms. “Can you tell Mr. Waingwright I” be a bit late? Need to get a change.”

Harriet smiled as I headed over to Nurse Jenna’s. “Morning Catherine, how was your exam?”

“Just fine Nurse,” this time I had my skirt and tights off before lying down. “The nappy saved me.”

The End.

***

“Well it’s time for our usual reading of emails regarding the policy,” Principal Seager remarked, looking at his colleague, Headmaster Wingfield. “Ready Ed?”

“Sure.” Seager opened his email inbox and read the first one.

Dear Principal Seager,

I want to say that your are an abusive man trying turn good teenage girls into infantalists. My daughter cries every morning that she has tape on a nappy instead of proper girl’s knickers to school. She finds it humiliating that she can’t use the toilet to pee at school and must wet in the silly nappy. It is far worse when she has to see the nurse at school to be changed. You are infantiising these girls and I hope you suffer one day.

“Well, what an ungrateful parent,” Ed Wingfield commented.

“Not a word of thanks that her for what we do for her daughter,” Seager replied, then clicked the next one.

Dear Principal Seager and staff of Solihall,

I want to take you so much for introducing this new (nappy to school policy). My daughter has always been a rebel since she was born. She never concentrated in class, hardly finished her homework, received average grades and hung out late with friends. Now with your policy, she is attentive in class and her grades are improving in most subjects. It’s a great policy and I hope to continue to use it for all years. 

A grateful father

“Well that’s definitely more positive,” both men agreed.

Dear Principal Seager,

I’m just ok with this policy for my daughter. I’m wondering if you could state an efficient diaper? Sometimes she leaks through her Lille diapers.

“Well, try another kind silly,” Wingfield replied. Another few emails were similar to the above. “Ah something new,” the principal said.

Dear Principal Seager,

I have seen the differences with my daughter in nappies at school. But recently she has had touble reaching the toilet in time and even bedwet twice. The doctor says her she may having some weak bladder control. it may be due to your policy regarding nappies. Maybe you should revise it?

“Well, it’s a big may be,” Seager commented.

“We’ll investigate this  case, but I wouldn’t immediately blame it on us.” They turned to the the next one.

Dear Principal and Staff,

My daughter has some improvement in her grades since your policy started. However, after school, she has been still staying in the nappies and some of her classmates have copied her to. I’ve tried telling her to switch back to her pants but she says she prefers to stay in her nappy. Don’t you thinnk your policy is turn young girls into lovers of these nappies?

“We’re not responsible for their after school activities,” Seager replied.

“They can like or dislike the nappies, so long as they wear them here,” Wingfield added.

Dear Principal Seager,

Nappies may be ok, but girls this age are going through puberty. You recommended on your school rules that girls use tampons with the nappy on during their period. But my girl hates tampons and me too; we are used to sanitary towels/pads. Why can’t girls wear knickers or pull ups during their time of the month?

“What are we, the solve-it-all school? No, no, no, girls wear proper tape on nappies unless it is sports,” Seager growled. “Nothing is wrong with tampons.”

“Look at this one from the MP on our area,” Wingfield pointed.

Dear Principal,

My two daughters attend your school and my third will shortly will. One of them prefers the Tena range of nappies such as Tena Slip. The other hates Tena and prefers Abena. This third one is small and wants to use pampers. I’m wondering if you could standardise the nappy brand and type (plus, super or maxi) that students should wear.

“What crap,” Seager snorted. “We allow girls to wear what they want, so long it is tape on nappies.”

“He could have a point though; some nappies aren’t as good as others.”

“Well, that’s for you and the teachers to to find out. Let’s go to the student letters.” The first few weren’t positive.”

Dear Principal Seager,

Nappies, ok. But just a nappy, no uniform and a translucent gown during test and exams?! I think that is way over the top. It’s ok if you adjust the heating or air con but seriously, it’s demeaning to have semi-naked girls in a hall. Change to have uniforms back on!

“No way,” Seager growled.

“I know this Year 10 girl. She complains about everything, nappies or no nappies,” Wingfield added.

The next was not much encouraging.

Dear Principal,

I don’t want nappies; can we switch to just pull ups? Because we’re now known as the nappy girl’s school, I lost my boyfriend.

“I’m not responsible for your breakup, dear,” Principal Seager immediately said.

“Yeah, this is about your grades, not your love life. How many more are there?”

“Oh, about thousands more. Let’s take a break shall we?”

***

 

A School Invigilator describes exam time at Solihall:

Usually as a semi-retiree, I get to sleep in in the early morning. These few days however, I’m in a school helping to invigilate examinations. Not any school, Solihalll Girls School, or what people have been calling, the “Nappy School.” The school’s senior administration has had a weird idea that if students wear nappies, there would be less number of them visiting the toilet (to pee) and they would concentrate better in class. For examinations, nappies would be a key requirement for them and they would in fact wear only a diaper and a translucent gown during exams. “Girls have had a long history of writing notes on their skins or hiding notes in their uniforms,” the chief invigilator told me, “or asking to go to the toilet where they would hide or exchange information. In order to curtail such activity, we decided to make all students wear only a nappy and a gown in the examination room. No one is allowed to leave for the toilet during the course of the exam, not even to poo. Each girl would be checked that their body contains no visible marks on their body before proceeding to their desks. All stationery and paper would be provided at each table as an added precaution.”

My first role is to stay in the designated side room where girls strip off their uniforms down to just their nappies. I know this is the most embarrassing part since they basically are exposed topless with nappies taped to their crotches. As this nappy rule has been strictly enforced, almost all of them are in nappies, only one or two are not and they quickly get whisked to the nurse’s office. One by one, they hand me their uniforms, bra, tights and toes in the clear plastic bag in exchange for a hospital-like gown. This gown supposedly can support breasts but for those with larger cup sizes, their boobs would still bounce around.

The girls fill into the examination room, some still looking embarrassed by being reduce to semi-nakedness. The chief invigilator reads out exam instructions as each girl sits down, some making a crinkling noise as each chair is covered in plastic just in case girls leak. At the set time, they turn over their papers and start scribbling. As time move by, I glance at the whole hall and boy is it a weird site of teenaged ladies in nappies and gowns writing their answers. One would really thin its over the top in prevent the girls from using the toilet during exams. Such an act is seen around after a hour, where you see girls squirm in their seats and thus can evidently tell that they are peeing in their nappy. Some even do the other, that is, defecate, even though teachers have advised them not to have such heavy breakfasts. Sometimes, their good quality nappies mask the smell. For others, the odour fills the room and quickly, air freshners are sprayed.

Three hours (or more depending on the kind of exam), they are ordered to put their pens down. Each girl sits silently in their used nappy (if they have done their business in them) as we slowly collect and count the exam sheets. Finally, they are released and waddling like ducks, they head back to the changing room. Most of the time, they retrieve their uniforms and clip on their bras gratefully. Only rarely do some girls have to wait as we misplace their clothing. Some girls even out of the hall to go to the nurses office to change as their nappies are soaked or filled. Thus ends an exam session at Solihall.

***

“Well, well,” Discipline Master Mr. Wingfield remarked, “who do we have here?”

“One foul mouth student who wrote not only irrelevant but offensive remarks in her history paper,” the teacher said, handing over several sheets to me with one hand and pulling in a five foot five student.

“Well, let’s see…oh,” Wingfield’s eyes widen as he read the first sheet. “This is…”

“Not only offensive to all us teachers but to the entire community as well,” the teacher remarked. “I believe this warrants…”

“Miss Heatherstone, what you believe you not what will happen. I’m the discipline master here,” Wingfield replied and gave her a stare. After a few seconds, the teacher left, closing the door behind her.

“Name card please,” Wingfield said but the girl didn’t respond, All students in the school had name cards which also allowed them to have discounts on public transportation and certain outlets. Wingfield repeated his question and the girl suddenly threw down her card.

“That was very respectful,” Wingfiled

To be continued.

 

“Come on Amanda! We’ll be late! An it’s your first day at school!” 12 going to 13 year old Jemimah Galpin called. This was to 13 year old Amanda Delbert, a new exchange student to Solihull from America and the new guest her home. Amanda had just flown across the weekend to Jem’s house and would be staying for about 3 months with them.

“Amanda?” Jem called again then heard and “oomph!” from the locked room. “Are you alright?” Jem pushed against the door and it gave way–the door locks in her house weren’t that strong.

Inside, she found a half dressed Amanda, wearing the required school tie, blouse but with a nappy half way down her legs. Amanda immediately turn red in the face when Jem saw her semi-nakedness.

“I…” she began.

“Having trouble taping them on?”

“I…why the hell do we have wear these damn things?! We’re teenaged girls, not helpless babies!”

“Sshh…” Jem closed the door. “I know, that’s the policy. But it’s how it is.”

“So we can break rules. I wanna wear my panties.” Amanda picked up her pink boy shorts.

“Amanda, we can fight this but not now. Look, let me help you tape them on.”

“Wh…y…”

“Cause there’s always time to fight it. Look, it’s far worse if you break the rules. Everyone else will be wearing them. Once this pack runs out, I’ll try to get mum to buy a thiner pair ok?”

Amanda shook her head, still hating the school rule. But with the clock ticking, Jem helped her down on the bed. Despite her grunting and protesting, the younger girl managed to rub anti-rash lotion on the American’s slightly hairy vulva. Then, helping her friend lay on her side, she slid a new nappy underneath her bum and taped it up.

“It’s so darn tight.”

“You need it tight or they’ll re-doing for you at school. Plus, when you use it, you need it so if you you’ll leak.”

“I can’t walk…”

“Don’t be silly Mandy. Put on your tigh…your hose and your skirt. We are running late.”

TBC.

Continuing from story above…

“Jem…this diaper is still damn too tight…” Amanda wailed once again as the two girls entered their first class, history.

“That’s the umpteenth time you said that. I told you the nappies are supposed to be like that or you’ll leak.”

“But I don’t leak. I’m not a baby…” but Jemimah had already settled down. Amanda stilled whined, especially feeling the padded bottom against the chair, but no one, not even her new classmates seemed to notice how uncomfortable she was.

“Good morning class,” Mr. Horricks, their history greeted and the girls returned his greeting. “I see we have a new girl here. You are?”

“Amanda Delbert, I’m from…” but Horricks cut her off.

“Well, welcome. Ok, class today we’re going to learn about the British East India Company. Turn your to page…” For the next forty minutes minutes, the class listened and read through the history of the EIC in former British Raj. Suddenly, a hand shot up. “Yes, Miss Delbert?” Horricks enquired.

“Can I go to the toilet?”

“You know the rules, unless it’s number two. Now, in the 1870s…”

“I need to pee,” Amanda whispered to Jem.

“That’s what the Abena is for,” Jem whispered back, scribbling down some notes.

“But…” But Jem ignored her again. Unable to hold it any furher, Amanda’s bladder release itself and the young American turned bright red as she peed not in a toilet for the first time in many years. It was such an icky feeling. Luckily, the class was soon over.

“Oh my gosh, it feels terrible,” she whined to Jem as they packed up. Jem glanced at her and them remarked, “does it feel really wet?”

“Damp, wet, horrible, yucky…”

“Maybe, you peed alot. I’ll take you to Nurse Jenna,” before the guest student could protest, Jem has dragged her down the hall to the the nurses’ office.

“Hello, Jemimah, who’s this with you?”

“This is Mandy, an exchange student. She’s quite new to the school. Mandy, Nurse Jenna.”

“How do you do,” she shook the new girl’s hand. “What can I do for you today?”

“I think Mandy used quite a bit of her nappy and may need a change,” Jem answered.

“I don’t…I just want this off…” Mandy protested.

“Every girl has to wear, dear. Come, take off your skirt and tights and let me see,” Nurse Jenna requested. Amanda protested more but eventually gave in and embarrassingly lay out in her blouse, her nappy exposed.

“You did wet alot, Amanda, and this M1 isn’t a good choice. Jem, I thought you use Tena Slip?”

“I guess my mum ran out,” Jem answered.

“Best to use a nappy that can hold more than one shot of urine,” Nurse Jenna said, untaping the nappy.

“Wait…you are actually going to change me?” Mandy cried.

“Nurse Jenna does it for all girls and it’s the rules,” Jem explained.

“But…”

“But she does it well and we’ll be late for the next class,” Jem argued. Mandy shook her head and squealed as the nurse removed her used nappy and started to clean her.

“Can you keep still, or I may scratch you otherwise,” the nurse remarked.

“It so cold….” the student said in response to the wipes. “Ow….” she cried as another wipe was wiped against her labia.

“And try to quieter,” the nurse added but the new girl continued shift and emit sounds in response to the wipes. Nurse Jenna was tolerant, but still only to degree. Swifly, She drew two leather straps just below the girl’s breasts, pinning her to the table. “Hey! What’s this for!” she screamed.

“I warned you, Miss,” the nurse said, then inserted a sterile cotton wad into her mouth, effectively gagging her. Unable to move much and quiet silenced, the nurse was able to finished her cleaning, then lift the girl’s bum up to insert a new Tena Slip Maxi underneath. Once more, Amanda Delbert was taped into a nappy/diaper.

“Now, that wasn’t so hard was it? Do try to more cooperative next time,” Nurse Jenna said, unstrapping her and removing the piece of cloth. Before Amanda could answer, the bell rang.

TBC.

**

The following committee hearing is based on the UK Select Committee format, though it is not specified that this is the House of Commons (even though British English is used). Google it if you are not sure. All names are fictional.

Schooling Select Committee

Parliament

1400 local

Members present:

Mr. Woolwich (Chair)

Mr. Henderson

Mr. Milner

Miss Gorsham

Ms. Heavensworth

Ms. Galpin

Mr. Woolwich (Chair): Order, Order. The committee sits today to examine Solihall Girl’s school policy of making its school girls wear nappies during schooling hours and on schooling premises, hereafter known as the “Nappy Policy”. We have today, the Principal of the School. Mr. Seager and his team to provide evidence. Principal Seager, would you like to introduce your team?

Seager: On my right is Mr. Goddard, the school discipline master and on my left, the head of the parents-teachers association, Mrs. Timble.

Chair: Thank you, I believe you have an opening statement to make?

Seager: Thank you Chair. Splihall has introduced this scheme for a couple of months now. It’s main objective is to ensure girls take less toilet breaks during classes and concentrate on their studies. As a result, all subjects ranging from English to even Information Technology. Many students who have failed in the past have reached at least Bs in their subjects. Many GCSE graduates have scored excellent results and have received bursaries and scholarships to continue their studies at our school or elsewhere. We accept that this is a controversial from the start but have received a wide range of support from parents, school girls and the wider community.

Chair: Thank you for that. As you said, this is a controversial school policy and the committee has convened to investigate it. As Chair, I will start off the questions and the first being. how do you draw a relationship between toilet breaks and academic results?

Seager: Before we implemented this, the girls were achieving terrible results. A large majority of them were asking for toilet breaks, not so much for actual toilet usage, but to gossip and to engage in some unruly behaviour. Those that did want to really use the toilet asked for breaks just  to skip classes or to escape from learning and thus ended up scoring dismal results. We introduced our policy after studying the results from the American school. It has so far turned low grades into high scores and even improved the behaviour of some girls.

Chair: But this is all due to their behaviour. Could you not have implemented something else besides making thme wear nappies?

Goddard: Chair, we have tried many other methods, such as strict limitation on breaks, teachers having more leeway, and stricter detention but not of if changed anything. This policy in sharp contrast has.

Chair: Are you absolutely certain putting them in nappies improve their grades?

Seager: It makes them concentrate more on the studies and teachers spent much less time letting girls off to the toilet.

Chair: I’m sorry, you make them wear but you still allow them to use the toilet?

Seager: Chair, they must urinate in the nappy but their other bodily function, well they can use the toilet for that.

Chair: How do you monitor that?

Goddard: We do check on the girls what they use the loo for.

Chair: That is very intrusive, on top on making them wear nappies.

Seager: Far better than how it is before.

Chair: And from what I read from your guidelines, you ensure they are in nappies all day long?

Seager: In school premises. We have teachers and senior girls do checks in the morning and spot checks throughout the day. The rest of the day, outside school we do not control what they wear.

Chair: So back home, when they study, it is in their knickers.

Goddard: As the principal said, we don’t control what they wear outside school premises.

Chair: Would that not affect performance? Academic performance?

Seager: It might but so far, the grades show an improvement. We care only what they are during school time.

Chair: I’ll hand over to my members now but may return. Mr. Henderson?

Henderson: Thank you chair. Principal, discipline master and head PTA, it is a radical move to make young teenagers wear nappies. What did the girls themselves think of it when you introduced it?

Seager: Mr. Henderson, we set out the policy during the summer months by first consulting all parents, then the PTA and then sending our letters to the girls themselves. We continued to consult them and introduce the rationale for. Finally, when we started implementing, we constantly repeated the message.

Goddard: There was resistance at first, but right now, 99% of the girls accept the policy.

Henderson: I would expect resistance. Your guide book says those who dont wear when entering the premises or are caught not wearing proper nappies or are caught changing back to knickers are punished. Can you elaborate?

Goddard: Yes any girl caught is sent to me. I examine the reason why and then set out the punishment. Usually, it is enforcing the girl to wear 24 hours to 48 hours by locking them using locking pants. If it repeats, we extend the punishment, implement detention or in worst cases, expel.

Henderson: That is really really harsh, especially for the young ones. What is the feedback on this?

Goddard: The parents do cooperate and very few of them resist our policy.

Henderson: Mrs. Timble?

Timble: I can vouch for that, having held constant PTA meetings.

Henderson: You said 99%. What bout the 1%? Do they continue to be punished?

Goddard: We keep telling them to wear. The actual numbers are very low and the threat of wearing all day makess them follow.

Henderson: That is still harsh.

Seager: It is certainly fair enough. If some don’t wear, it may start a trend leading back to the poor grades and behaviour.

Henderson: I may come back but let’s move to changing. I understand the girls don’t change themselves. The school nurse does. Why?

Seager: We considered that but thought letting them change themselves would mean more breaks between classes and girls cleaning and hanging incorrectly. Our head school nurse helps to change them but she also has a team.

Henderson: Is that not babying?

Seager: No it is not. Again, the parents were consulted on this and they agreed. When the girl enters the school, she would have nappied herself or received help. We don’t control that. Nor do we control how they change out of the nappy outside school. But in school, we ensure they are cleaned and changed properly.

Chair: We need to move on fast due to a vote. Mr. Milner.

Milner: I declare interest as I’m one of the MPs in the school district. May I begin by congratulating your team on this policy? It has certainly improved the whole school and definitely my daughter.

Seager: Thank you for your kind words sir.

Milner: I want to focus on a specific issue, that of the provision of free discounts for families who aren’t well off to buy nappies. There has been some delay in that. Would you explain?

Goddard: Yes Mr. Milner we are looking into that and its due to some electronic problems with companies. We are getting it fixed and apologise for delays.

Timble: The PTA has brought it up and some families are helping others.

Milner: Thank you. Next, you allow the girls to wear any brand of nappies. Why not standardise it?

Seager: We want them to have a choice. We are  considering standardising to a common brand but that may cause economic competition amongst companies.

Milner: I pass on to my next colleague.

Chair: Miss Gorsham

Gorsham: Principal and team, I may not fully agree with you treating young girls in this manner but nor do I fully disagree. I wish to head directly to several  issues: Are the female nurses the only ones changing the girls at school?

Goddard: Not exactly. If a girl is found without or not wear a proper nappy, I changed her into one. If however, the nurse is nearby, she will do it. There are three other teachers in my discipline team.

Gorsham: So a male, you, or perhaps other male teachers, can change a young teenaged girl’s nappies?

Chair: Order, Order. We apologise, but a vote awaits us. We will resume later.

***

Schooling Select Committee

Parliament

1600 local

Chair: Order, Order, this  committee will re-convene. Thank you all for your patience. Ms. Heavensworth.

Ms. Heavensworth: Principal Seager, do you have children?

Seager: A boy and a girl.

Heavensworth: And how old is the girl?

Seager: She is 16 going to 17, yes literally. If I may add, yes, she is enrolled in my school.

Heavensworth: Well then Principal, how does she feel having to wear nappies at her age? Or does wear them?

Seager: Ma’am yes she wears them to school; she doesn’t get preferential treatment. She was against it at first but quickly accepted it.

Heavensworth: Is that because  you formed the policy?

Seager: No, actually it’s because it has improved her attitude and academic performance. It would take a while to elaborate, but that’s the truth.

Heavensworth: and you Mr. Goddard, do you have any children?

Goddard: No, it’s due to some complications.

Heavensworth: So, how do you  feel being the discipline master of teenagers wearing nappies?

Goddard: I don’t feel anything really; I just do my job.

Heavensworth: How about when you punish them with locking nappies and make  them undress during examinations?

Goddard: Member, no I am not  around when they undress, actually as mentioned  earlier, they are made to exchange their uniforms and bras for a gown. This is  monitored by mostly female teachers. As for the earlier question, I just implement what the rules are. The majority of the students understand it, those that violate them quickly behave.

Chair: We don’t have much time now, Ms. Galpin.

Gaplin: Principal, Discipline master, PTA head, You have created horror and fear amongst innocent young laides?

Seager: Ms Gaplin…

Gaplin: Every day, you torture them, turning them into babies, denying them their very basic rights

Goddard: Ms Galpin…

Galpin: You two men and you a lady, ought to be ashamed of yourselves…

Chair: Ms Galpin, I know you are a new MP so I will excuse you this time. Ask a question. Also, this  isn’t a chamber to air your views.

Galpin: Aren’t you all ashamed of yourselves?

Seager: Ashamed? Ms Galpin, we’ve explained the rationale for this initiative. We’ve told  you the results. All in the community, not just the PTA (Mrs. Timble nods) are behind us with this.

Galpin: Don’t you have any brains to see that you are humiliating the girls?

Goddard: I take that as an strong accusation. A large majority of the girls find it better in terms of their character and academic results. There are only a couple of resisting students and out of those, some have adjusted to the policy. In no way do we aim to humiliate or psychologically torture…

Galpin: You clearly can’t see

Timble: As the principal and discipline master said…

Galpin: Clearly…

Chair: Ms Galpin enough. (Bangs gavel. Galpin ignores.) Guards, escort her away!!! (Galpin swears at the two men and lady as she is taken away).

Chair: Apologies for that. Mr. Seager, Mr Goddard, Mrs. Timble, thank you all for appearing. This however isn’t the end of it. We will formulate our report and expect you to carry out our  recommendations, unless you disapprove.  Committee meeting adjourned.

***

Tampons: Using Your First Tampon

“Heya, staying up late?” I heard my dad call  through my unlocked door. “Lot’s of exams tomorrow,” I answered.

“Well, don’t sleep too late; you’ve got to get a fresh mind. I’m sure you’ll do well. Night.”

“Night dad,” I replied and then moved to lock my door. Clearing away my books and notes, I headed to the bathroom. It wasn’t my revision that made me stay up late; it was the thought of how I would be dressed for the exam tomorrow. My dad’s great idea was that girl’s would be in nappies during school hours. For exams, it would be literally just in our nappy, plus some gown that sometimes was see through and exposed our boobs. That was the worst part–being semi-naked while writing under pressure. But the damn rationale was because many girl’s had cheated with notes in their uniforms and bras and sometimes even tights. I  had slowly grown used to this “proecdure”, after all, being the Principal’s daughter, it would look out of place with  me complaining about it. But what I wasn’t used to was having exams like this during my period.

In the past, it was straight forward. Wear a sanitary towel and then change it regularly. You could ask to go to the loo if you need to change. But with the nappy ruling, girls weren’t allowed out of the exam room, even for pooing. With my period occuring, I had to use not a pad but a dreaded tampon.I hate tampons; they are so damn difficult to insert and icky when yanked out. But damnit, it’s the school rules. After brushing my teeth, I changed into a thicker pad and donned my nightie. It would be the last time for hours that I would get to wear knickers, even though it was  to hold a pad in…

***

I woke up extra early and wandering into the bathroom, I found that my overnight pad was soaked. Damnit, I thought, stripping naked and throwing the pad in the bin, how could I make it through with just a nappy today? Yeah, it’s exam/test time, where we girls not only where a nappy but only that an a slightly translucent gown in the exam hall. All due to the past history of girls cheating during tests. I told dad many times that this is too extreme, but no, he and his jolly gang of senior teacher’s wouldn’t budget. Shower done and hair come, I fished out a tampon and managed to insert it in on my second try. Next. walked naked back to my room and look at my knickers. I’ll miss you for the day, I thought and regrettably dragged out a nappy . Having taped it on many times, I still couldn’t get it right and had to re-adjust the tapes.

Downstairs, I found a note from dad. “Had to leave for the school early. Good luck today pumpkin.” Yeah, thanks dad. Good luck to my uterus from not bleeding too much. I looked around the kitchen and decided to go light by draining a thick cuppa tea and grabbing two muffins and a banana which I finished on the way to the bus stop. “Hey, hey,” my friend Sian, a Welsh girl who cared alot more about children than anything else. “How’s you today?”

I mumbled an ok and she immediately continued asking why I was so glum. I mouthed the word “PERIOD” to her and she argued back that it is just life. “Well, you know, you dad made us all wear nappies,” she said. As if you don’t know nappies aren’t for periods, I thought. As we alighted at the school gates, I felt a signal from my bladder. Darn, must be that large cup of tea and the extra juice I drank along with the quick breakfast. Normally as a girl, I would have held it until the loo, but this was much different. Telling Sian to walk ahead, I stood by the gates, squatted a bit then answered the call of nature. I hope it’s not too much, I thought, then followed the line of girls inside. As per usual, there was a duty teacher checking if we were wearing the right “equipment”. “Well, hello Lauren,” the science teacher said as I lifted my skirt to show her. “Pass. Have a good day today.”

It was still about an hour to go before we were had to have our first exam so I spent the remainder in the library brushing up on my books and notes again. We girls usually had to enter the side room to change out by twenty minutes to the hour so I paced myself. That is, until I felt my bladder signal again and another splash of warmth hit the darn thickness around my legs. Damn I thought, how much more can the nappy hold? The rule was tight during exams, no toilet breaks at all so girls would even have to poo in their nappy–yucks. I didn’t want to sit in a partly or quite soggy nappy so the only option was to head out to the nurse, dear Nurse Jenna.

“Hello Lauren,” she greeted me. “How’re you today?”

“Ok,’ I said, quickly snapping off my skirt. Could I have a quick change?”

“Well, it’s only a third of the way down,” the nurse pointed out and I looked.

“I don’t wanna sit in a partly used nappy.”

“Ok,” so I braced myself for the humiliation as I undid my tights and she untaped the nappy. “Monthly time,” she noted and I said yeah.

“I can give you a new tampon as well,” and I didn’t argue. A couple of minutes later, I was changed into new of both items and with another load of luck, I headed for the side room. The rules called for everything to be removed–uniform, bra, watches, earrings and even hair clips. So you could imagine the scene as girls stripped and stood naked in just their nappies. Everything even meant tights–the exam hall was heated. All of our  items were secured in clear plastic bags, zipped up with our names on them. These were passed to duty teachers or senior girls while we all got the dread ‘hospital like’ gowns instead. If you had small boobs, it was ok, but for large cup size girls like me, our breasts could still be partially seen through the gowns. We were further checked to see if we had anything incriminating on our bodies then led in to the hall.

 

***
This continues from the story from the post 13/12/2015

****

“The time is now 9 am, you may turn over your papers and begin.” All of us did so and I started scribbling rapidly. I breezed through the first few questions with ease until I struck a question about volumes and spheres. As I paused to recollect my facts, I felt the urge to pee. Well, daddy make this special rule, so I focused on the question as I let my pee flow out against the nappy. At the same time, my uterus was also emptying its lining against the icky tampon. Finally, I scribbled down what I thought was the answer and turned the page. I felt my pee dribble out again as I faced an even tougher question. Just as I changed my pen, a foul stench filled the all. Yikes, some girl pooped in her nappy. It wasn’t the first time I smelt that but boy it really distracts you. I looked around but it wasn’t that easy to identify the culprit–the perpetrator would be ‘targeted’ for hours or even days later. Bearing the pugent odour, I wrote another lots of mathematical mumbo-jumbo just as the head invigilator called out ’15 minutes more’. Frantic, I again scribbled something down. But just as I cancelled it and wrote something else, I felt the need to poo. Must be this morning’s brekkie. Damn it,  let me hold  until the exam is over. “5 minutes,” I heard them call. Anus, please hold…

“Pens down!” Sweaty from all the writing and thinking, the collection of papers took ages and my body kept increasing its signal. Even after my paper was collecting, there was a waiting time as the invigilators counted the scripts. Finally, we were allowed to go and I rushed out, collding into several girls in the process. “Hey, Lauren,” Sian called out but I ignored her  and ran to the loo. It was around the next corridor. Murphy’s law, as American’s call it, happened as I made my best dash. My faeces came out, all into the pretty soaked nappy. “Shit,” I said, more in swearing and digust than describing it. Charging through the door and the cubicle, I lifted up the gown and saw the dark mess. No way I was able to change it myself–I didn’t even have my own uniform or bag with me–so the only option was to walk out to the nurse’s office, the icky poo sliding against my bum.

“Hello again Lauren,” the nurse greeted me.

“I…” I started, feeling rather embarrassed.

“Hop up on the table darling,” she pointed and I did so. The foul odour seem to increase the moment she untaped the used nappy. “Did you eat something expired today?”

“Just muffins and a banana,” I said, as she helped me roll over to clean my whole lower waist. Usually I hate it when someone else does this nappy change but this moment I was grateful she was wiping every inch clean.

“Well either of them must have giving you a slight diarrhoea,” she said, now changing my used tampon. Again, I was feeling brand new. Moments later, I was taped back up into a fresh nappy. “Hold on, take this so that your poo won’t be losen again. You don’t want to have another case of diarrhoea during an exam day.” Thanking her, I made my way back.

***

“Hey, you alright?” Sian asked as I plopped back on chair next to her. We were in a holding room for all students taking exams since our next one was due in 45 minutes.

“Stomach trouble,” I grumbled.

“Well you have your nappy on,” she commented as if that was a natural part of clothing.

“But a girl should be able to hold it till the loo.”

“Your dad’s ruling not mine.”

“Shall we revise?” I changed the subject and we got out our Geography notes to revise. Geography generally is easier than maths in my view, but with my period and the events of the last hour, it was a bit more difficult to cramp the facts into my head. Once back in the hall, we were re-checked for any marks on our bodies, silly move that was added along with the nappy and gown wearing–as if anyone would write anything given our humiliated state! Once more the call was made and everyone was frantically writing away–there were more questions in the same time period so that meant less time per question. This time, I didn’t even wee in a bit in my new nappy and no other girl pooped (or maybe they did but not enough to stink the room). Pens down, I heaved a sigh of relief since the next part was a longer break, one where we were allowed to get food.

“Hey Lauren, save me a seat will you? I need to get changed,” I noticed Sian had soaked the front part of her nappy. Nodding, I head for the cafeteria in my gown and nappy.

Short one, TBC.

I chewed on a

***

Back to SCGS:

 

A change of underwear


It all was because of the damn bus….

 

Usually the bus which I take from school back to my neighbourhood would arrive on time. But for some reason or the other, it was late. Not your late by a few minutes late. Like more than n hour late. And that wouldn’t have been a worried had my bladder not given the signal that it need to empty itself.

 

“D..amn,” I said. Usually I don’t swear, not even using mild words like the D word but this was one exception.

 

“Did I hear you swear?” My partner and one of the close friends, Jemimah asked. We ere both of the same age but definitely did not look so. Jemimah was a tall girl, tall at the age of 13, with feminine curves and growing breasts. Many judged her cup size to be nearly B and guessed that she would have a voluptuous size by her mid-teens. I on the other hand was a short, scrawny 13-year old with a flat chest. Many people commented that I could pass as a ten or even right year old, which made me embarrassed.

 

“Yeah, I uh need to pee,” I replied.

 

“Well, surely you can hold. We’ll be at my house shortly,” she replied. I was heaing over to Jem’s place to work on our English project. Mum also wanted me to stay there to until she could pick me up–for some strange reason, my mother didn’t trust me to be home alone, even if I was already a teen.

 

I didn’t reply to Jem and crossed and uncrossed my legs, hoping that I could really hold it. It was probably the vast amounts of Coca-colaa I had across snack and lunch time. Oh darn it, where’s the freakin’ bus?

 

The rickety old bus arrived as I dashed up immediately, almost forgetting to flash my ID until the driver reminded me. The ride went smooth until a red light halted the vehicle. My bladder again gave a signal and I squeezed my nylon-clad legs together again.

 

“Oh gosh, Lauren, you’re not a kid. Hold it,” Jem commented. I didn’t reply again as I squeezed my legs tighter, hoping that I could really hold myself till we got to her place. Darn it, move bus, move!

 

Finally, we reached our stop and I scooted out of the bus. Jem’s house was at the top of a hill which meant another eight to ten minutes of walking. I started to pick up my pace and then after a few house, stopped.

 

“What’s wrong?”

 

“I don’t think I can hold it,..”

 

Jem shook her head. “Bloody hell, you’re not a baby! Come on, another few more houses and we’re there!”

 

I moved again then pass another side road I bent and felt a warm dampness between my legs. “Oh my gosh, are you peeing?!”

 

“I…I…” I turned bright red as pee continued to soak my underwear and travel down my tights.

 

“Come on, we’ve got to get to my house.” She yanked my arm and half dragged me up the hill, A few minutes later, we were inside her bungalow. Just as I kicked off my flat heeled shoes I felt the dampness between my legs again and stopped.

 

“Quick! Up to my room!” She again dragged me up the stairs, but not before pee another trickled down my legs and onto the floor! “Bloody hell Lauren!” She screamed.

 

“I’m so sorry…”

 

“The bathroom is over there and use the spare towel. I’ll clean up.” Nodding and giving her a “I’m sorry” looking, I did so. I just couldn’t believe it, me a thirteen year old wetting myself! And in another person’s home!

 

After a grateful shower, I dried off and head into her bedroom. “Jem, I’m so so sorry. That was so stupid of me and I’m so ashamed.”

 

“Well, I guess it can happen,” she said, crossing over to give me a hug, I started to feel a bit better.

 

“You skirt, knickers and tights are in my washing machine. Should be ready after an hour or so. Here’s the rest of your uniform,” she pointed.

 

Nodding, I buttoned my blouse (I told you I had no boobs yet) and donned the blazer. Turning to my friend, I remarked, “Uh, can I borrow underwear and shorts or something?”

 

Jem began to cross over to her drawers then stopped. “Uh, I don’t think that’s possible.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“Well, look at me and look at yourself.” I then realised what she meant. We were so different in height a build. There was no way I could fit into her undies, let alone any of her clothes.

 

“But…I can’t just stay around semi-naked!”

 

“Well, you’re lucky I’m a girl as well. Still…” she paused then continued. “I’ve got an idea. Be right back.” Five minutes later, she was back with some sort of package under her right arm and carrying a rather large bag with her left hand. Settling the bag down, she remarked, “I’m sure these are your size.”

 

It was then I saw the picture on package. “Are those diapers?”

 

“If you want to use the American term yeah they are nappies. You know my mum’s a nurse and my father’s a doctor? My cousin is a special needs person and often visits us. She needs to wear these.”

 

“Wait, wait, are you suggesting I wear a nappy?!”

 

“Well, as you said, you don’t want to stay semi-naked right? And I don’t think you and I want another accidental wetting.”

 

I started to back away. “No…no way I’m gonna put them on.”

 

“Lauren Bebbington, you will or you walk back home with nothing on you!”

 

I wasn’t really the type of person to defend myself in arguments. “Ok, but this stay between us. No one knows ok?”

 

“Yeah, now,” she tossed the package over to me. “Get them on. I don’t want to see your crotch anymore.”

 

I extracted one of the nappies out of the open package and unwrapped it. It looked alot like a baby’s nappy, except much larger and somehow, it did look like my underwear, except cut open.

 

“Uh…”

 

“You don’t know how to put it on?”

 

“Well no, it’s not a pull on knickers…”

 

“Get up from the bed,” she said, with a commanding tone. I did so and reaching into the bag, she extracted and unfolded a sort of mat and laid it on her bed. It look exactly like a changing mat, except bigger.

 

“Wait, are you going to nappy me?!” I couldn’t believe this was happening to me.

 

“Hurry up and lie own on it. We’ve got to finish the project for Mrs Granger.” I did so, turning red in the face again. I heard her rumaged through the bag and then extract out something. From my horizontal position, I saw her squeeze something on her hands and then ow!!

 

“Yikes!” I felt the cold sting around my groin and private part.

 

“This is called Destin. It’s cream to prevent any rash from the urine. Espeially given your accident just now.” But I just bathed I thought.

 

“No powder?” I murmured from my position.

 

“Not that my mother taught me,” she continued, and I felt another cold sting.

 

“Roll over,” she commanded again. I felt the nappy positioned around my crotch. Next the sound of adhesive was heard as the dreaded device was secured around me. “All done.”

 

I got up and felt like I was transported into another dimension. Moving around slowly, I realised how thick the nappy really was and I was waddling more than walking, Plus there was that sound. “Do you hear that?”

 

“Most nappies crinkle,” she commented, gathering up the stuff.

 

“It feels really weird.”

 

“Well Lauren, you were the one who wet yourself like a child. Plus as you said, you dont want to stay around naked. Now, let’s get on with the project.”

 

We did so as I sat with a thick bum. Time flew by and we easily completed most of the project. Then, i felt my bladder signal again.

 

“Urm, can we pause? Need to use the loo,” I said.

 

“Don’t you realise what you have on?”

 

“Huh?…wait you want me to pee in the nappy?”

 

“Well, that’s what they are for. But wait, let’s still go to the toilet. Just in case, it leaks through onto the floor.” I did so and then my bladder couldn’t hold any longer. I couldn’t believe it as the nappy swelled, catching my yellow urine. I  was certainly turning red.

 

“Well that’s a huge piss. Don’t think you should sit around in that,” Jem said.

 

“You mean to get changed?”

 

“Of course. ”

 

“I think my clothes should be ready,” I countered. Let me out of this.

 

“No, into a nappy. Your clothes need to dry off.” Oh shit.

 

Back into her room, I was place flat down on the large changing mat and the soggy nappy removed. “Ow, ow, ow,” I said, as she wiped my privates and even bum with wipes. Then another sting with the Dermatological cream and within minutes, I was in a fresh nappy.

 

“I’ll put your clothes in the dryer and then we’ll finish up.”

 

While she was gone, I looked down at the babyish underwear. Despite the crinkling, I slowly realised I wasn’t really waddling around as I walked. Perhaps it was a good safety after all, but I couldn’t imagine myself wearing nappies in public just to prevent accidents. That wetting just now was an exception, I told myself. But wearing this, well, it feels kinda cool.

 

Jem returned and we quickly finished off our work. “Well, we’ve still got time to kill, your mum’s not coming until five.”

 

“When will my clothes be ready?”

 

“Another oh hour or less. But frankly you do fit into that nappy perfectly. And look cute.”

 

“I’m not a baby….” i didn’t want to tell her what I thought of it truthfully.

 

“Well, 13 year olds dont wet themselves in public.” I turned red again. “Seriously, you should go to a doctor to get checked out.”

 

“Then my mother will have to know…”

 

“Yeah well. What do you want to do? Watch TV? Snack?”

 

“Snack,” I replied, realising I haven’t eaten since lunch. Soon we were both snacking on tortilla chips and dips, cookies and soft drinks. As I drained my cup of soda, she let out a giggle. “What?”

 

“I bet you’ll need to pee again.”

 

“I won’t.” I never told her how much soda I drank before the darn bus ride though.

 

“Bet so.”

 

“So not.”

 

Well, she was right in the end and nature did call once again. And yes, the nappy was quite full. “Man, maybe you really ought to see a doctor,” she comment as she untapped the nappy and stung me again with the wipes and cream. Maybe, I thought.

 

I stayed and did pee a bit in the third nappy before she brought my clothes up. As I pulled up my own clean knickers, I again felt I was transported back to a new dimension. Just as I adjusted my uniform, the doorbell rang and it was my mother.

 

“How was your day?” she asked.

 

“Oh, just the usual,” I replied, waving goodbye to Jemimah. Maybe I’ll come back again, I thought. For the nappies.

 

The End.

 

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