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As a summary, I kind of wanted to write an AB story that was a cross between Harry Potter and typical high school movies (with AB versions of jocks & nerds, prom, etc). I expect there are a few stories with similar concepts although I really wanted to try my own. You’ll probably notice some similarities between this and Harry Potter immediately but some will be more subtle than others.
Bit of a warning though; I tend to write very long stories . . .
‘You can’t be serious,’ said Ben, staring at his sister in disbelief. All he had done was lean over and accidentally knock a vase off a table and now she was giving him the third degree.
‘I’m very serious Ben,’ she said, her arms folded and tapping one foot on the floor, ‘this really has been long overdue. It’ll be good for you.’
Ben was almost close to begging; what his big sister was telling him couldn’t possibly be true, but he already had a college picked out he wanted to go to. ‘Please Sarah,’ he said calmly, ‘you have to reconsider. I mean, you’re not seriously sending me to a … a …’
‘An adult baby school,’ interjected Sarah.
‘Yes, a … whatever, look, just please think reasonably,’ Ben continued, ‘I mean, I know you’ve been saying this for a while now but places like that don’t exist. There is nowhere in the world that takes adults and trains them to be babies. It just doesn’t happen.’
‘Well if you’re that confident, Ben, you shouldn’t have any problem with climbing on the train that’ll take you there,’ said Sarah, ‘if you really believe it doesn’t exist, it won’t matter where it takes you, will it?’ Ben looked defeated. Standing in the centre of the room, surrounded by bits of broken vase and being talked down to like he was a child. Sarah clearly sympathized with him though; she and her little brother were very close. ‘Really, Ben, I’m doing this for your own good,’ she said, ‘trust me. I’m sending you somewhere you’ll end up enjoying. It might take a while but it’s really for the best.’
Ben didn’t get a wink of sleep that night. Since Sarah first mentioned the school, he hadn’t been sleeping easily. Despite being deliberately vague with the details -- which Ben guessed was because the place was entirely fictional -- Sarah had given the basic outline of the school, in that it would teach him how to be a baby “to a certain extent”. It left a lot for Ben to think about, to his disappointment. Even so, he was steadfast that a school like that didn’t exist. It just couldn’t. Logically speaking, Ben would’ve heard about a place like that. He was eighteen years old and, spending most of his time watching television and on his computer, was reasonably “nerdy”. He had short brown hair and a reasonably handsome face, although he was far from being a hit with women. He was slightly chubby and the college he had picked out to go to was perfect for him. Wherever his sister was sending him, whether an adult baby school or not, it was bound to be worse than any college where he didn’t have to go on a train to get there.
Weeks later, Ben and Sarah were at the train station, Ben ready to leave for whatever crazy second-rate college Sarah had decided to send him on. He still refused to believe that he was going to be taught how to be a baby, although that didn’t stop the very thought of himself in a diaper making him cringe. The station platform was far from packed, with only a few dozen people boarding the train. Ben was carrying a suitcase full of items that Sarah had packed, none of which Ben had taken a look at; Sarah had refused to let him look inside the suitcase.
Halfway to the door of the train, Ben stopped in his tracks and dropped his suitcase. Sarah turned to look at him, politely puzzled. ‘Ben? What’s wrong?’
Ben adopted a similar stance as Sarah had when he broke the vase; he folded his arms and tapped his foot. ‘Come on Sarah,’ he said, with a smile, ‘how long are you going to keep up this fantasy? Look, I’m here, you can tell me where I’m really going now, can’t you?’
Sarah grinned. ‘Ben, I’m sorry,’ she said, ‘but it’s not a fantasy. You don’t have to believe it if you don’t want to but it’s true.’
Ben rolled his eyes. ‘But it’s ridiculous!’
‘Yes! It is! Of course it is! It’s completely silly and outrageous but it’s also completely real. It could help though Ben. If it gets a bit much, you can laugh about it. You’re just going to have to accept it, aren’t you?’
Ben sulked and was almost in tears. Every fibre of his being was telling him that this couldn’t be a genuine school but Sarah spoke with such conviction … it was ridiculous yet almost believable. Who’d ever heard of an eighteen year old boy being packed off to learn how to be a baby?
‘Look Ben,’ said Sarah, walking over to him, ‘whatever your feelings are on this place, you will like it. Trust me. Either way, we’re not going to see each other until next summer. So please, can we just have a nice goodbye?’ She bent down and pulled Ben into a hug, kissing him on the cheek at the same time. With her comforting arms around him, Ben couldn’t resist hugging her too.
Ten minutes later, after an emotional goodbye with his big sister, Ben was sitting on a train on its way, apparently, to a school where he would be taught to be a baby. He had no idea why he finally agreed to go, although he suspected Sarah would have got her way no matter what his decision. She always had a way of making him do what she wanted. Ben really didn’t know what to believe anymore, although that didn’t stop his imagination from thinking the worst, as it always inevitably does when entering the unknown. He had a nightmarish vision of crawling around on the floor in a diaper and sucking a pacifier when a roomful of beautiful girls laughed and cooed at him. The thought made Ben blush and, worse still, it could actually happen.
‘Excuse me,’ came a voice, making Ben jump. He turned around and saw a girl standing at the door to the compartment. She had a very cute face, with medium-length blond hair and a small frame. She was about the same height as Ben and, Ben guessed, was the same age too. ‘Do you mind if I sit there,’ the girl asked, pointing at the seat opposite Ben, ‘everywhere else is full.’
‘Um, yeah, go ahead,’ said Ben. The girl smiled sweetly and took a seat, putting her bag on the seat next to her. ‘What’s your name,’ asked Ben.
‘Marie,’ said the girl, ‘you?’
Ben nervously twitched his fingers. He really had to ask the all-important question. ‘Listen,’ he said, ‘is it true that this place is an … “adult baby school”?’
Marie nodded, confused. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘you didn’t know? Oh, you’re not someone who’s been sent there as punishment, are you?’
She tailed off slightly and Ben shrugged his shoulders. ‘What? No. Well no, not technically. I agreed,’ he said, ‘but I know nothing about this.’ Marie sighed.
‘Oh Ben, you have so much to learn,’ she said. She appeared very sympathetic to Ben’s clueless expression. ‘I really don’t know where to start. I don’t think there’s a suitable place I can start.’
Ben had to get more information before he arrived at the school. He didn’t want everybody else to know more than he did; it was one thing to not know things that other people did but it was far more urgent if the situation involved something as embarrassing as dressing up as a baby.
‘Come on, please try Marie,’ said Ben, ‘I have to know. I had no idea a place like this even existed. Or even why it exists. Tell me as much as you can. Am I … are we … really going to have to dress as babies?’
A big grin appeared on Marie’s face. ‘Yeah,’ she said, nodding, ‘isn’t it great?’ Ben looked mystified. ‘Wait,’ continued Marie, ‘you really don’t know anything about this?’
Ben shook his head. Marie took a deep breath. ‘Okay,’ she said, ‘well, this place we’re going to … sorry, I’m having trouble explaining this … it’s kind of like a boarding school where they’ll teach us how to be … well no, they’ll teach us a few things about being babies but we’ll basically be adults at the same time. Or teenagers, whatever. Most people who go there have heard about it, at the very least, unless they’re being punished by their Domme or partner or family member. You say you agreed to go but you didn’t know what it involved?’
Ben tilted his head from side-to-side as if to say “kind of”. ‘Basically,’ he replied, ‘my sister wanted me to go and eventually I relented. It’s easier than putting up a fight.’
Marie looked thoughtful. ‘Your sister,’ she repeated, ‘well, why don’t we see what she thought of the place; have you looked in your suitcase yet?’ She nodded her head at the heavy bag on the seat next to Ben. Ben shook his head.
‘I’m not sure if I dare,’ he said, ‘there might be something in there that I’m not sure I’m ready to see.’
Marie stood up and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘Trust me Ben, however you feel now, I’m sure you’ll end up enjoying it,’ she said, smiling, ‘think about it; you’re not going to be the only person there in an embarrassing situation and the odds are that we’re not even going to be doing real work. You could be stuck in some boring college, writing stuff. Just ease yourself into it and it’ll come to you. I’m going to be with you every step of the way.’ Ben was surprised by how comforting a thought that was.
‘Okay Benny, let’s open that case!’ Ben was startled by the sudden change in attitude.
‘No, wait, listen,’ he said, ‘what if it’s full of stuff that makes me … uncomfortable?’ Marie smiled sweetly.
‘If it is, then it’s best we open it,’ she said, ‘think about it; if a suitcase of this stuff makes you uncomfortable, imagine how an entire school of it will be. It’s definitely better that we start with your suitcase, so we can ease you into the whole idea of teenage babies.’ She smiled and swung open the suitcase before Ben could make another objection. Both Ben and Marie gasped when they saw what was inside. A couple of baby bottles and pacifiers, a stack of folded towels that Ben assumed were going to be his diapers, a bib with “Ben” stitched into it, baby powder and baby oil, pajamas with green, yellow and red vehicles all over them, some shoes with Velcro instead of laces, a few pairs of socks and a set of dungarees with shorts for the legs rather than trousers. ‘Wow,’ said Marie, ‘looks like your sister knew everything about this school.’
Ben was speechless. He didn’t know why Sarah hadn’t just sat him down and told him everything. The two of them were close, he would’ve understood. Probably. He just stood, staring at the suitcase full of baby items. It was like a giant diaper bag. Marie reached into the case and pulled out a thick towel and the bib with Ben’s name stitched into it. ‘Ben,’ she said, ‘some of this stuff is … really cool.’
Ben maniacally shook his head. ‘No,’ he said, ‘no, I can’t do this. I’m not a baby. Seriously, I’m not bothered whether anyone else does it but I can’t. This is too much.’
‘Ben, come on,’ said Marie, ‘don’t you think it’s kind of cool? Your sister clearly cared about you enough to get you all of this stuff. It seems to me like she loves you a lot.’
‘Loves me a lot,’ repeated Ben, ‘if that was the case, she’d have let me go to a normal college. What’s going to happen to me?’ Marie put her hands on Ben’s shoulders and looked into his eyes.
‘Listen, you’re going to be fine,’ she said, ‘yes, it’s a lot to take in but it’s never as bad as you think. Just take a seat and breathe.’ She smiled and patted his chest. Ben did as she said, trying to keep his breathing steady. This is a dream, Ben thought, it has to be.
Marie took a seat and held the bib up in front of her, facing Ben, as though to picture what he would look like wearing it. Smiling to herself, she put it back in the suitcase and passed the thick white diaper from hand to hand. ‘Listen Ben,’ she said, ‘don’t freak out because I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to but I think you should try this on.’ She bit her lip and gave Ben a very sweet and innocent look. Without saying anything, Ben shook his head. He felt as though he wouldn’t be able to speak for the rest of his life. Which might’ve helped, if he was going to be a baby anyway …
‘Okay,’ Marie said, ‘but you’ll have to sometime. Sorry. I don’t mean that to sound harsh but you will. I just thought you might want to get a feel for it early. One less thing you’ll have to worry about.’ Ben sat in silence. He was going to go through with being a baby, undoubtedly – he actually didn’t think he had much of a choice – but he made the conscious decision to do as little as he had to. He definitely wouldn’t willingly pin a diaper around his bottom. Marie said it would happen inevitably anyway but Ben decided to cross that bridge when he came to it.
The rolling landscape outside the window turned red as the sun set on the horizon. Ben hadn’t spoken since his panic over the items in his suitcase. They just kept flashing through his mind, as clearly as though he was reading them from a list … baby bottles … pacifiers … diapers …
‘Hey,’ Ben said eventually, ‘how come you aren’t wearing a diaper?’ Marie raised her eyebrows. ‘I mean, you said you were looking forward to going to this school, so I assume you’re interested. So why aren’t you wearing one.’ Marie smiled.
‘My girlfriend only makes me wear them occasionally,’ she answered, ‘she thinks it’s fun to switch between potty-training me and keeping me in my diapies.’ Marie blushed a lot at the last word but Ben was only vaguely listening; at the word “girlfriend”, a switch had flipped in his mind. He didn’t have anything against lesbianism or homosexuality in general – in fact, his sister Sarah was gay too -- but here was a perfectly attractive girl who he seemed to be getting along with and it turned out she wasn’t “his type”. It was the difference between being told that he couldn’t have the chocolate bar he wanted just yet and being told he could never have the chocolate bar.
Ben eventually plucked up the courage to ask another question. ‘So, since this is a school, what kind of stuff do they teach?’ Marie shrugged.
‘I don’t know,’ she said, ‘your guess is as good as mine. I don’t know what kind of lessons there’ll be. I’ve heard there’s something like “Conditioning” classes, as well as “Training”. I’ve no idea what the difference is, really. Like I said, your guess is as good as mine.’
The sky had gone dark outside when the train finally pulled to a stop. Ben and Marie clambered to the door and exited the train alongside the other passengers. Standing on the platform alongside a hundred or so other students, Ben and Marie were confronted with an incredible sight. ‘No way,’ said Ben, staring in the direction of about fifty baby carriages. Slightly bigger than normal and each one was fitted with a motor, so they didn’t need anyone to push them. Looking around, Ben saw that a few of the students, including Marie, were excited about the prospect of being in the carriages. Others, like Ben, seemed remarkably nervous and Ben was pleased to see he wasn’t the only one embarrassed about having to be treated like a baby.
Amongst the carriages, a woman appeared carrying a torch. It was too dark to make out how she looked but everybody saw the light from her torch. ‘Excuse me everyone,’ she shouted, ‘over here! Two students to each carriage, all of them need to be full before we leave! Come on!’
Ben immediately grabbed Marie’s hand. ‘Please stay with me,’ he said, ‘I don’t know anybody else here and I can’t do this alone.’ Marie smiled at him and pulled him towards the baby carriages.
The two of them picked the nearest empty carriage, Ben avoiding everyone’s eyes as they stood there. ‘Well,’ started Marie, ‘go on. You first.’ With a sigh, Ben clumsily climbed into the baby carriage, messing up the baby blue blanket that covered the soft mattress underneath him. He noticed that the baby carriage wasn’t long enough for his legs to fit in without bending them. Marie quickly leapt in after him in a much more elegant fashion than Ben, leading him to believe that she had done it before. It was a bit cramped with the two of them so close but Marie didn’t seem to mind. Even though Ben was more nervous than he had ever been, Marie just seemed to think it was cute.
Marie picked up the blanket and threw it over the two of them. Ben became embarrassed and tried to push it off the two of them. ‘Please don’t,’ he said, ‘you know how uncomfortable I am with all this.’
Marie raised her eyebrows and laughed. ‘You may be uncomfortable but it’s freezing cold and I’m in a skirt,’ she said, ‘come on, it’ll keep you warm too.’
The two of them lay there for about five minutes, apparently just waiting until the carriages moved. The same woman they saw earlier eventually came into view, shining her torch into each of the carriages to check that they were full. She arrived at Ben and Marie’s carriage and looked inside. Ben was actually surprised by how young and attractive she was. Exactly the kind of girl he would’ve been trying to attract had he not been lying in a baby carriage. ‘Aww, aren’t you guys cute,’ she said in a sweet voice, making Ben blush and Marie smile, ‘we’ll be leaving in a minute so just be patient, okay babies?’ She smiled and disappeared from view again.
The baby carriages eventually started to move, making Ben feel as though he was a baby again. Despite not being able to remember what it was like, the smooth ride and smell of talcum powder on the blanket covering him gave Ben the feeling of being only a year old again. Only now he had a twin sister holding his hand in a futile attempt at making him less nervous.
The carriages eventually stopped and Ben and Marie climbed out from under the blanket. Jumping down from the carriages, all of the students found themselves on a wide stone pathway leading to an enormous castle. All of the students were open-mouthed, none of them believing what they were seeing. High above them, there were washing lines strung between the spires of the towers, wet diapers and footed sleepers hanging on them. The distant jingle of nursery rhymes could occasionally be heard drifting from a few of the windows. All of a sudden, despite still being nervous and embarrassed, Ben’s opinion of the school had been raised a few notches.
The students entered the school, all of them amazed by what they saw; they stood in a magnificent entrance hall, the walls coloured with soft, dark gold wallpaper. The chandelier hanging from the ceiling and the nightlights around the edges of the skirting board caused light to reflect off the golden outlines of pictures of teddy bears, alphabet blocks and other baby paraphernalia that beautifully adorned the walls. Ben’s fears and nervousness seemed to wash away, at least for the most part, as he stared at the room that was undoubtedly stylish, even fashionable, yet still retained its babyish qualities.
‘Incredible, ain’t it,’ said Marie, smiling at Ben. Ben nodded, still recovering from the shock of such an incredible sight. The students were spread out across the entrance hall, all gazing in awe of the magnificent room. In front of them all was a huge wooden door, about four times the size of any of the students. It was closed tight and had a colossal circular window in the middle of it, which was too high for any of them to see through. Even so, some of the students couldn’t help pointing at it, as colourful pink and green light glowed on its reflective surface, seemingly by magic.
After he felt he had taken in the walls as much as he could, Ben glanced around the rest of the hall. Although it was difficult to see with all of the other students in the way, Ben could make out a few doors leading off to other parts of the castle and, in the far corner, something that appeared to be a small cage. It was about a foot shorter than Ben but, he estimated, about the same width as the average bathroom. It looked quite old, with pale blue paint that once covered the cage now chipped and cracked in places. Inside the cage however, was something that made Ben’s heart sink. There were two boys and a girl, all in their late teens and in normal clothing but they were wearing mittens and had pacifiers taped into their mouths. The girl and one of the boys looked very angry, throwing tantrums and banging on the floor, unable to make much noise because of their mittens. The other boy was sitting in the corner of the cage, wiping his teary-eyes on his mittens. Could that happen to me too, thought Ben. Not wanting to take any risks, he took Marie by the arm and pointed her towards the cage. ‘Marie,’ he said, ‘please tell me that’s not going to happen to us.’
Marie smiled widely and even giggled. ‘Aw, Ben, you’re so na¯ve,’ she said, grinning at the look on Ben’s stupefied face, ‘you remember how I asked you whether you were being sent here as a punishment?’ Ben nodded. ‘Well,’ continued Marie, ‘those are just the ones being punished. Cooperate and you won’t end up in there. In fact, after our first day, you won’t end up in there even if you don’t stick to the rules. They’ll think up a much more suitable punishment for a baby. The Punishmentpen has a very limited use, which is why I think it’s so old and worn out.’
Surprisingly, Ben found himself laughing, which he had been far too nervous to do ever since he had got on the train. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, ‘the what?!’
Marie grinned. ‘The Punishmentpen,’ she repeated, ‘you know, like a Playpen but for punishment instead. It has a roof and a padlock. And by the way, you have very nice teeth.’ Ben nervously smiled, rather ironically not showing off his teeth.
After about a ten minute wait, the same attractive young woman who had guided them to the baby carriages outside entered the hall and walked to the front of the room. She looked a bit worn out and Ben briefly wondered what she had been doing while all of the students were waiting in the hall.
The woman reached the front of the room and somebody amongst the sea of people handed her a box to stand on, so everybody could see her. Everyone fell silent immediately and attentively looked at her. ‘Excuse me! Everyone, listen,’ she shouted, ‘I have to say something, could everyone be silent please? Thank you. Sorry I’ve kept all of you waiting in here. While all of you cutie-pies got to ride in baby carriages, I had to walk. Lucky you, huh?’ About half of the students in the room giggled, including Marie, but everyone else raised a smile at the most. ‘Anyway, I’d like to welcome all of you dearest darlings to Governess Grace’s Unisex University for Big Babies. We just call it “Grace University” for short. I know a lot of you are nervous right now but I’m sure all of you will fit in soon enough. A few weeks from now, you’ll all be playing together like good little babies.’ Most of the students appeared embarrassed but a few, again including Marie, looked as though there was nothing they wanted more.
‘Now, if all of you would-’
Everyone looked to the east side of the hall, where there seemed to be a bit of a commotion. Everybody was backing away from one of the students. ‘I can’t believe this! My Mommy told me this would happen!’ Ben stood on his tiptoes to see what was happening. A blonde-haired boy was standing in the middle of a group of students, most of who were giggling and pointing at him, although a few looked disgusted. The boy looked very embarrassed and was desperately clutching onto the front of his trousers. Although Ben couldn’t see properly, he could make an educated guess that the boy had wet himself.
The woman at the front of the hall manoeuvred her way through the students towards the boy, who had tears in his eyes. ‘Out of the way everybody,’ she said, ‘excuse me, let me through.’ When she reached the boy she put a comforting arm around him and led him away from the other students. She was speaking quietly to him but the hall echoed so much that most of the students could hear her anyway. ‘There, there sweetie,’ she said, ‘don’t worry, everybody has a little accident now and again. I’ll tell you what, you go into that room over there-,’ she pointed at a door at the end of the hall, ‘and they’ll get you cleaned up and into a nice comfy diaper, okay pumpkin?’ The boy nodded and hurried to the door, students laughing and backing away as he approached them. The woman walked back to the front of the room as several students expressed dislike for the puddle of urine that was so close to them. Ben heard the words “Eww, gross” at least five times. ‘There’s always one,’ the woman said, ‘don’t worry, one of our janitors will clean that up. And actually, we’d better get all of you into diapers too. Who here has diapers of their own?’ Most of the students raised their hands, some more nervously than others. Ben was actually surprised that so many students, even those that were undoubtedly unhappy to be there, had diapers. It seemed that his sister Sarah’s action of giving Ben some diapers wasn’t unusual. ‘Okay,’ said the woman, ‘good. The school will supply diapers to those of you who don’t have your own. After that, you’ll be told the rules, sorted into your houses and then it’s straight to beddy-byes! Now, if you’d kindly head to the changing rooms …’ She gestured to two doors at either end of the hall, one of which the pant-wetting boy had exited. ‘And since our babies ask this every year,’ the woman began, ‘the changing rooms aren’t gender-specific. Boys and girls are allowed to get changed together. Now go, meet back here when you have your diapers on.’
Ben was confused. He looked at Marie, hoping that she was confusing too, but she was already pulling him towards one of the changing rooms, apparently not concerned about having to undress with so many boys around. Ben was quite the opposite; he was terrified about the thought that dozens of girls would see him naked. Exiting to the changing room, Ben glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch a glimpse of a young woman in a pink maid costume mopping up a puddle of urine on the floor.
Ben and Marie shuffled into the changing room, being pushed and shoved by students all around them. They were shepherded through a long corridor, dragging bags and rucksacks along with them, before they reached another large room. Ben had to stifle a gasp; he, Marie and all the other students were staring at about fifty baby changing tables on the right side of the room, all with a young woman stood patiently next to them. Despite only being a couple of years older than Ben and the rest of the students, all of the young women were at least a foot taller than them. All of a sudden, with so many students, teachers and now, Ben guessed, “nannies” knowing about the school, Ben got the feeling he was the only person in the world who wasn’t aware of a school such as this. On the left side of the room, there were about fifty changing cubicles, not unlike those at a swimming pool or sports center. Unlike the changing tables, there didn’t appear to be anybody “guarding” these rooms.
The young woman from the entrance hall pushed her way to the front of the students once again and turned to face them when she reached the front. ‘Well,’ she said, with a smile on her face, ‘as you can see, this is our changing room.’ A few of the students, Marie included, giggled. ‘If you have your own diapers, you can give them to one of our nannies and she will change you into them. If you’d prefer, maybe the more nervous amongst you will want to get changed on your own in the changing rooms. Those of you without your own diapers will be changed into some of the school diapers. I should point out, all of these are cloth and you are not allowed disposables. You must be in a diaper to continue. When you are changed, you can either put your trousers, shorts and skirts back on or you can put them in your bag. Meet back in the entrance hall when you’re done.’ She left the room and a lot of students either quickly hurried to the nannies or to the changing rooms, both apparently assuming their choice would fill up quickly. Marie attempted to hurry to an attractive blonde nanny but Ben grabbed her hand and pulled her into one of the changing rooms.
‘Why’d you do that,’ she asked immediately, ‘didn’t you see the hot girl I had my eye on!?’ Ben gave her an upset look, hoping she might show some sympathy.
‘Come on Marie,’ he said, ‘I need help with this. Besides, you have a girlfriend …’
Ben looked around the small changing room while Marie mumbled something like “while the cat’s away”. There was a small bench, a few cloth diapers, some baby oil and talcum powder. Ben didn’t know where to start.
‘What do I do,’ he asked Marie. She gave a casual shrug.
‘Take your pants off, I guess,’ she answered. Ben didn’t imagine the first time a girl said that to him, it’d be to put him in a diaper. ‘Go on,’ she added, ‘we haven’t got all day.’ Ben blushed.
‘Marie, I … don’t want you to see my …’
Marie giggled and rolled her eyes. ‘Oh please,’ she said, ‘grow up Ben. It’s no big deal. You’d be amazed how indifferent I am at seeing your “thing”.’ She stood with her hands on her hips, giving Ben a very satisfied look. Ben nodded and nervously sat on the bench. He slowly removed his trousers and carefully made sure his t-shirt was long enough to cover his privates before taking off his boxer shorts too. Ben cringed when he remembered his sister had given him diapers to wear, wishing he had taken them out of his suitcase before removing his undergarments. He hesitantly opened his suitcase as Marie busily removed her skirt, revealing a pair of white panties. Ben was tempted to look but he didn’t want to ruin any friendship he had with the only person he knew in this unbelievable situation.
Taking one of the thick, white, towel-like diapers into his hands, he unfolded it and incompetently held it around his waist. He heard Marie give a little laugh next to him, which made his face even redder than it already was. After a few haphazard attempts to pin it closed, with no success (Ben constantly found the diaper too loose), Ben put the diaper to one side and turned to Marie. ‘Um … how do you put this on?’
Marie, Ben noticed, already had her diaper on. He was too preoccupied with his own to notice her changing into it. Her diaper was small, slim and accentuated her figure quite nicely. She actually looked very cute in it. She giggled as Ben asked the question. ‘Give it here,’ she said, with a motherly smile. Quick as a flash, Marie took the diaper and folded it in her hands, very expertly. She had clearly done it before. ‘Stand up,’ she said. Ben did so and Marie put the diaper on the bench beneath him before pushing him back down to sit on it. Marie picked up the baby powder and Ben gasped as she hastily sprinkled it over his crotch. He really wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. Then Marie casually folded the diaper around his bottom and penis, fastening it shut with a pair of pink diaper pins. It was far tighter and far thicker than Ben had imagined it’d be. He stood up and the initial shock of his tightly packed private parts with the thickness of the diaper made him stand bow-legged and on tip-toes. He was smaller than Marie when he stood like this and had to look up to see the knowing smirk on her face.
‘You look gorgeous,’ she said, planting a soft kiss on his cheek, ‘a baby that any Mommy would be proud of.’ Ben felt like his face was going to explode with how red it was. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, making Marie giggle again. He could tell how tempted she was to tease him.
‘I, uh, I’ll … put my trousers back on,’ Ben muttered. The smile wiped from Marie’s face. Apparently, she wanted Ben to stay in just a t-shirt and diaper. Ben noticed she had decided to stay pants-less, opting for just a diaper and a plain white t-shirt. She had put her medium-length blonde hair into pigtails and it seemed like she wanted to be more babyish than she already was. When Ben had put his trousers back on over his diaper, his bottom now bulging from the thickness of the diaper, the two of them left the cubicle and started to go back to the entrance hall. In the changing room, countless students were lying on their backs, being put into diapers by the highly proficient nannies. Some students were blushing, others laughing, none of them unwilling to be babies, it seemed. As Ben and Marie walked past the group, several nannies turned and “aawed” at Marie, cute as could be, diaper-clad and with her hair in pigtails. They were obviously exaggerating but Marie played it up as much as she could; she giggled, sucked her thumb and had a puppy-dog expression on her gorgeous face as each of the nannies expressed how cute she was. Considering how relaxed Marie was about all this, Ben thought, maybe he could learn a thing or two from her.
‘What happens now,’ asked Ben, pushing past students in the long corridor leading to the entrance hall.
‘Now we get put into our houses,’ Marie answered, ‘there are three of them: Toddler, Baby and Sissybaby. I’m hoping to be a Toddler.’
‘Because Toddlers are cool. They’re tough. They’re like the jocks of the Governess Grace’s Unisex University for Big Babies. I mean, what would you rather be, a Toddler or a Sissybaby?’
Ben was clueless. ‘W-what’s the difference?’
‘Being a Sissybaby is like social suicide. All the frilly pink clothes, rhumba panties, bonnets, booties and having to carry a dolly everywhere? The Toddlers and Babies totally make fun of them.’
‘Okay, I get it. I think. So being a Toddler is good and being a Sissybaby is bad.’ Ben couldn’t believe he was going along with all of this. ‘But I thought only girls could be “sissies”,’ he added, ‘they don’t make guys into them, do they?’
‘Of course they do Baby Benny,’ said Marie, with a giggle, ‘you’re in a diaper and you’re a baby. You think it matters if you’re in a dress too?’ Ben looked downtrodden. ‘Look, if it’s any consolation, you’ll still act like your adult self, no matter what. If you’re dressed like a baby girl, you’re not forced to act like one. It’s really just a way of dividing up the students.’ There was a pause as they reached the entrance hall, about half the new students having already been diapered and were waiting for something to happen. Ben and Marie stood at the back of the room, joining them. ‘But you’re not going to be a Sissybaby, Ben, I can tell,’ added Marie as an afterthought, ‘you’re kinda cool. Both of us will be Toddlers, take my word for it.’ Marie clearly didn’t realise that Toddlers, Babies and Sissybabies were all foreign concepts to Ben; being in one group was no different to him than being in the next.