(Note on the authorship. This initial came as part of a request. The writer Peculiar Changeling had a contest to win a 500 word story, which I won. The parts in italics are what he wrote based on my request. The rest is my addition)

Alex woke up better rested than he’d felt in days. Since last week, he’d been waking up in the middle of the night, every night, chronically needing to pee. It had gotten bad, bad enough that he was waking up two or three times and not getting any good rest.

Not waking up to exhaustion was a pleasant surprise. It was going to be a good day, he could feel it. He was feeling good, his bed was squishy, and nothing could get in his-

Wait, what was that?

Blinking, he looked down in alarm. He’d wet the bed.

No, that wasn’t exactly the right way to put it.

He had flooded the bed. It was soaked through, yellow stains on his sheets and covers from his chest to his toes, just positively drenched in pee.

Almost falling out of bed in alarm, he got to his feet, looking up and down the room. He was the first one awake. Maybe, just maybe, if he got the sheets pulled off his bed and to the laundry room, nobody would find out, and he wouldn’t get punished.

He calmed down, a little. Yeah, I can do that. Nobody has to know.

“Alex! Are you almost ready? She’s coming!” the voice rang from the front of the room. At this point all other students were ready. They stood at the feet of neatly made beds, arms folded in front of pleated skirts and dress shirts. At first glance they would seem identical, but closer inspection revealed differences- they all had bright pink blankets were plain, others had floral or Disney inspired designs, they all had toys lain, centered on the blankets, but some were dolls, others were stuffed bears or rabbits, they all had variations of a school girl dress with slight variations towards western or Asian designs, and come different colors. They might not seem like much visually but the meaning in their school could huge. A small apron or a picture of teddy bear on the chest could be easily missed, but represented entirely different training plans.

This was the case with Alex. A few weeks earlier the dreaded teddy bear had began appearing on his dresses. At first he thought it was a mistake, but the instructors ignored his complaints and sent him off with a few good whacks on this thighs for complaining. Nothing else had changed, except perhaps a slightly more condescending tone, and the glances of his fellow students at the sissy school. He had counted himself lucky it wasn’t an apron- that normally meant extra chores- but the teddy bear had some implications he didn’t like. At first there was no reason for it, but if he was caught now, it would solidify its accuracy in everyone’s minds.

“Yeah! Just one minute!” Alex said. He had hoped the spot would wear away in the sunlight, but it was still there. He had hastily shoved his sheets in the laundry then searched for clean ones, but found only empty shelves. Next he tried flipping them all over to see if it was harder to see. Now, he grimaced at the still plainly soaked sheets, and lay the blanket over them. He hoped the inspector would glance over him and not notice. He hoped.

Something tapped his shoulder, and Alex jumped up. He remained facing forward, toward the wall.

Slowly, he went back to arranging his sheets as if he hadn’t felt anything.

“Alex!” a stern, female voice said. It was undoubtedly the inspector speaking to him.

“Ummm, must be some other Alex.” Alex stopped again, then continued to work.

“Alex you are the only person here, turn around.”

He continued folding sheets. “Well I don’t know who it is if I don’t see her. Him. Someone.”

“Turn around!”

“Not turning around!”

“Alex, this is Inspector Britta. Turn around now.”

“I still don’t know its you, you cant punish me if I don’t see you!”

A strong, firm hand smacked his bottom hard, and he yelped.

Alex rubbed his bottom. “Ok it seems you can.”

A hand grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Oh hi inspector Britta! Didn’t know you were there.”

“Mhmmm,” the inspector said. "And why weren’t you standing at the front of your bed, like all our other little sissies?

Alex looked down the line of beds. Everyone else was standing, arms still folded and heads bent modestly, like every morning. Like every morning, they all would have curtsied as the inspector passed and checked to ensure their beds every morning.

“Hmmm yes I suppose you could say that everyone else is. I guess I didn’t know we were supposed. Must have missed the memo.”

“I see. And why isn’t your bed ready?”

Alex faked an innocent look. “Oh, isn’t it?”

“Mhmmm,” the inspector smiled. She held out her switch and pulled his blankets back. Alex winced as the massive damp spot was revealed.

She folded her arms. “Say, Alex, where are your pajamas?”

“Oh? Just… around. Why?”

She pointed with her switch down the line of beds. “Every other sissy has their pajamas folded on the chest in front of their bed. Yours are missing.”

“Oh, I suppose you could say they are missing.”

“ANd where are they?”

“Mailed to outer Mongolia. Big accident. Should be back later.”

“Ah yes, a big accident was probably involved. Where are they actually?”

“Maybe I didn’t have any.”

“You did. Don’t you think your friends would want to see them?”

Alex waved his hand dismissively. "Nah, I couldn’t see why. Very plain. Ugly even.

“If I recall you had some very pretty pink ones with teddy bears. Don’t you think people would want to see them?” her voice was sickly sweat, teasing him with her knowledge. She was right about the design. Almost as a rule, everything Alex was given ended up being pink, and normally with teddy bears or something equally childish. It had become a joke among the students.

“Nah, I can’t imagine why.”

“I think they would.”


“I think you should get them and put them at the foot of your bed so everyone can see how pretty they are.”

“I think we should just move on. We might be late for classes!”

“Oh, is there a reason why?”

“No, just…”

“ALEX!” she said sternly. “NOW!”

Alex jumped at her tone. “Errr…” he lifted his mattress and pulled a pair of pink, frilly silk pajamas from under. “Oh look! There they are! That isn’t where they go?”

“No, put them where they belong. Now.”

Alex held the soaking wet clothes gingerly carried them to the chest.


He stopped and looked at her, pouting and eyes wide, pleading. The puppy dog eyes sometimes worked, it was something they were actively taught to do.

“Hold them up so everyone can see.”

Alex bowed his head, then held them up. A quiet giggle started in the room, slowly grew louder, and louder, until the entire room was laughing at him.

“Bend over the bed, Alex.”

“Wha, I…” he looked at the soaked spot.

She snapped her switch into her hand. “NOW!”

Alex scrambled to the bed. He bent at the waist slightly, a few feet over the soaked mattress.

She spanked him again. “Face down on the bed now. And you’re only making it worse buster!”

Alex sank down until he was lying right on the spot. “But my clothes will get wet!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll have something else for you to wear later.”

Alex felt her hand lift his skirt, then pull his panties down. Normally that was where it stopped, but now she pulled his panties all the way down to his feet, took them off, and he watched as she dropped it in a garbage bin.

“Wha…” Alex was stopped as her switch came down hard on his bottom.

WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! The switch dag into his skin, quickly leaving Alex in tears. Still, he lay submissively down in his own disgusting, humiliating accident, not daring to protest or fight back. Spanking as a punishment was common at the sissy school, something every applicant knew, but most drastically underestimated. After the first few times instructors caught a sissy breaking one of their many, always changing rules, or simply made an excuse to bend a cute sissy over their laps or desks so they could get their hands on their pretty pantied bottoms, they learned that any sign of struggle or argument would only make it worse. The best way to end it quickly is to embrace it and let tears come, crying as they were taught any sissy should.

The whacks let up, leaving a sniffling Alex still pouting on his bed. He began to straighten.

“NO!” another whack. “Back down in your mess.”

He whined, but lay down submissively. This was far from the only reason sissies were expected to bend over for the dominents, but perhaps the worse he had experienced.

“Now, do you know why you are being punished?”

“Because I wet the bed?”

Another whack, another shout. “No.”


“Any one here who happens to be a bed wetter, raise your hand!” She commanded. “Now, Alex, look at your friends here.”

Alex looked around at a few, shame full hands raised over blushing faces.

“Now, were any of you ever punished for wetting the bed?”

They shook their heads.

“That is right. The school recognizes that many sissies have troubles at night. We are alright with this, it is part of being a sissy. That is why we ask everyone who comes in if they are, and those who say yes are given their special underwear, little pull ups to wear at night. As long as they keep them on, no punishment.”

“Alex, you were asked this. What did you say?” Another whack.

“Ow! I said no!”

“What did you say?” WHACK.

“Ow! I said no!”

“So you lied to us?”

“Well…” At the time it hadn’t been a lie. It hadn’t happened to him for years, and he was shocked that it had now. “I wouldn’t say a lie, more of a dramatic flair. It was true, from a certain point of view.”

Another whack. “Yes, you lied. And when you had your first accident, the one we hid from everyone else, we asked if you needed extra punishment. What did you say then?”

“I said no! OW!”

“Good boy. So it seems you lied about this three times. Once when you came in, then when you had your first accident, and now again when you thoroughly ruined your mattress. Is that right?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good sissy,” she said, then patted his bottom, making him wince. “Too bad we had to put such ugly marks on your pretty little bottom before you told the truth.” She rubbed his aching backside, patted it again, and pulled his skirt down.

“So what happened now, do you think?” she asked.

“Ummm… All is forgotten and we move on?”

“Don’t make me get the strap.”

“I get pull ups at night too?” Alex said.

She chuckled and shook her head. She then patted his head condescendingly. “No, not quite, little one. You will get your own special underwear though.” She stood up and spoke to the rest of the students. “Now, Alex is very dirty after lying on that bed. He’ll need a bath. Who is going to help him with it?”

“Ummm… I can do that myself. I can shower,” Alex said, confused.

She shook her head. “No, no you can’t. Not anymore. And you’ll be taking a bath.” She pointed to some of the students. “You and you, come take our little Alex to the bathroom.”

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Soon, two of the ‘maid’ sissies had dragged him to the bathroom. In a series of humiliations under the close watch and instruction of the inspector, he was was blocked from holding anything, stripped, pushed into the tub, and scrubbed from head to toe.

It wasn’t just the action itself that was humiliating. Sissies were used to dominants controlling them or treating them condescendingly. They were all certainty used to being forced to be naked or in various stages of undress around others. In those terms, this wasn’t far off of some of the things he had experienced. If the inspector had done it, it would even be normal. What was different was the other sissies being given the duty. That set a clear hierarchy that Alex did not like. She even left part way through, leaving them effectively in the position of his dominant.

After, they dried him quickly with towels, then dragged him naked and dripping back into the bedroom.

All the other sissies stood in a circle around a table that had been placed in the middle of the room. The inspector stood behind it, smiling. Alex looked around at the faces of his classmates, but they all looked down and refused to meet his face.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Ah, good, the little sissy is back.”

Alex tiled his head. The phrase wasn’t unusual, but their was an emphasis on the word “little” that made his heart skip a beat.

“Come, lets get the little sissy in his new special underwear.”

“Wha… Hey!” Alex shouted as hands grabbed him from each side. For sissies carried him toward the table.

“Michael! Joshua! Ryan! Whats going…”

“Shhh…” Ryan said, put his fingers on Alex’s lips. It was a suprisingly commanding gesture coming from another classmate. Nonetheless, Alex instinctively obeyed.

They lay him down on the table, which he found was padded. Each one held one of his limbs. Another sissy came to the foot. He held up a jar of powder and a colorful plastic rectangle, pink and decorated with rabbits.

“What is…” the sissy let a side of it drop, revealing a thick, hourglass shape. Alex’s eyes went wide. “THATS NOT A PULL UP! NO!”

Something was shoved in his mouth. He spat it out to see it was a large, pink pacifier. “No! Not this!” The pacifier was replaced in his mouth. “That’s enough whining, little sissy,” Michael said sternly. From the way they were acting, Alex was more and more sure he had been ‘demoted’. Now, his former classmates were considered his dominants. He shook his head sadly as the diaper was laid on the table. He let out a muffled “Mmmm mmm” from behind his pacifier, but dared not argue even with them.

The sissies at his feet lifted them up, and the one at the head slid it underneath him. Under direction from the inspector, he powdered Alex. Alex shook his head vigorously again as the thick, padded plastic was lifted between his legs and taped on. He wiggled as much as he could with his limbs held down. The thick padding felt awkward between his legs, and the plastic crinkled as he moved.

“Very good sissies,” the inspector said. “Now that our new little baby is secure in her diaper, lets go over some new rules.” She spoke to the other’s right over Alex’s head, as if he wasn’t there. Her words weren’t meant for him, but for the others. “You did well in your first lessons- how give a bath and how to diaper a baby. Soon, you’ll learn how to dress her, feed her, put her to bed, and yes, change her stinky diapers. These will be very useful for some of you, especially the future maids and nurses.” She looked at some of the sissies, signalling them out. “You will also be required to ensure she follows her new rules. For example, no potty, no big girl words, and of course, no taking off her diapers. In order to do this, you will have certain rights to ensure she follows your instructions. So, yes, as some of you are wondering, you’ll be allowed to punish her. Light spankings, corner time, early bed times are all allowed, and you will also be allowed to use the binds and hold her leash. Oh, and remember- any acting up can land one of you on diaper changing duty.”

Alex wanted to cry again. At this point there was no debating it, he was now at the bottom of the official, and unofficial, hierarchy. It was something that few experienced, always after serious rule breaking, and normally associated with a new ‘role.’ With his new underwear firmly taped on, there was no questioning what that role would be. Worse, he wasn’t just beneath them, but reliant on them. A burden, and one that could be used as punishment.

The inspector clapped her hands. “Now! Its almost time for class. Lets get our baby dressed for her first class, and we’ll continue her punishment later.”


“Ummm, this isn’t my classroom,” Alex said.

Michael, himself dressed in an outfit with a teddy bear on his chest and who was currently leading Alex by the hand, responded. “This is where she said to bring you.”

“But I…” Alex looked into the classroom. It was normal as far as the sissy school went, with the same floral pictures on the wall, the same paddles by the teacher’s desk, the same rows with skirted boys sitting, and the same humiliating lessons on etiquette on the chalkboard, and over one board, a screen pulled down. However, most of Alex’s classes were taken with the same students from his dorm, and though he recognized the ones here, they were different.

A hand patted his bottom, letting out a humiliating crinkle from under his skirt. “We thought you’d benefit from taking this class first. Its a more junior class, so they can learn from you. This is Miss Veronica, and she is very good to her little sissies. Don’t worry, you’ll be back with your friends after your lunch time punishment.”

Lunch time punishment. An unspecified nightmare to hang over Alex’s head all morning. What humiliating or painful ritual would that be? She had already gotten her spankings out, so it probably wasn’t that. Then again, there were far more doms who might want a swing, and probably some of them who’d love the chance to spank a diapered bottom.

Why the class then? What was the difference? Alex looked around. The difference was they hadn’t seen him in his diapers yet. He looked down at his outfit. The inspector had chosen a particularly short skirt, just barely coming down under his padding. Any false move and he’d be flashing his plastic humiliation to another group. It was a game, he realized.

The teacher at the front, a middle aged woman with a mischievous smile Alex didn’t recognize, waved him in.

The class was already full, and he could feel all eyes on him as he waddled. The diapers they gave him weren’t made to be discrete, and the padding between his legs made even walking normally a chore.

“Oh hello Alex, glad you’re joining us. Class, this is Alex, a more senior student who will be joining us today. Almost like he’s being moved down to, say, a younger level. Wouldn’t you say, Alex?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Of course that isn’t the case, is it? He’s here so we can all learn from his experience, and I’m sure he’s had some experiences lately we’ll especially learn from. It will help us all. Why don’t you come in, Alex?” Alex began to walk in. “Say, you’re walking strange, are you hurt?” the teacher asked.

Alex gritted his teeth. “No ma’am, thank you.”

“Are you sure? I can check you for bruises. I know you were spanked quite hard this morning.”

“I’m fine, thank you ma’am.”

“Alright, take a seat,” she pointed to an empty seat right in the center of the room.

Alex took a step.

CRREEEAKK… his diaper crinkled as his leg moved. He winced.

Another step.

CREEAAAK. It seemed to be getting louder. Alex told himself it was only in his mind, and kept walking.

“What is that sound?” someone asked, looking up at the vents.

“QUIET IN MY CLASS! UNLESS YOU WANT A GAG MISS JAMIE!” Miss Veronica roared. Alex jumped and froze, and the teacher followed with. “Alex, please continue to your desk.”

In the empty silence that followed, each crinkle from his moment seemed to echo in his ears. Alex tried to walk slower, but that only made the sound more drawn out, so he rushed toward his desk. He sat down gingerly, the sores on his rear still aching, even with the added padding of his diaper.

The teacher stood at the front. “Good, now that we are all ready, lets begin. Alex, why don’t you come to the front and demonstrate a problem, so we can see what the other classes are learning?”

Alex tried not to sneer and forced a smile. “Yes ma’am, I’d love to.”

Alex got up slowly.

“See, there is that noise again!” the student said again. Instead of responding, the teacher laughed.

He waddled as quickly as he could to the front. When he stopped he noticed his skirt swaying, and reached down quickly to stop it.

“Good. First, why don’t you draw us some pretty flowers?”


“All sissies like pretty flowers, right? Why don’t you draw one?”

Alex looked at her, puzzled. “Alright.” He took the chalk and drew a flower on the board.

“Good sissy. Now draw one above it.”

“Uhhh… alright.” Alex reached up and drew a second.

“Alright. This time a bunny. Above it.”

Alex stretched and reached up and drew the rabbit.

“Good. Now a teddy bear. The kind for littles. Higher.”

He reached up again. He stretched as much as he could, and felt his skirt begin to rise. “Oh, that’s it,” he thought. He drew it as quickly as he could and settled back down, then looked at the teacher.

“Good, your art skills are very impressive. One more thing. Draw a baby. A cute, tiny little baby in diapers, just above the teddy bear. Now.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to do too much and show off. Perhaps another student?”

“Oh I don’t think so, I’d like to see you do it since you’re so good at drawing. And perhaps you should get to it, I don’t think you want me bending you over my dress and lifting your skirt to spank you in front of the class, would you? Paddle your bottom wearing whatever adorable underwear you happen to be wearing? You’d better behave like a perfect little angel if you don’t want that, because I’d love to get my hands on that bum of yours.”

Alex glared. “No ma’am, I’ll do it ma’am.” He began to reach up as high as he could without stretching, but was nowhere near high enough. He settled back down and thought. He then put a hand on the back of his skirt, went on his toes, and stretched high enough. He drew the baby as best he could, making sure to add the diaper as demanded.

“Very good, but is that what baby diapers look like? I’m pretty sure they have cute designs, like bunnies. Since you’re so good at drawing bunnies, why don’t you draw some little pink bunnies on the diaper, since its a baby diaper only a little baby would wear.”

“Yes ma’am,” Alex said, and reached up again. He held his skirt down as best he could with his other hand.

“Good sissy” she said and patted his diapered rear, letting out a dull thud. Alex noticed a few of the students taken aback by the sound.

The teacher moved as if to return to her desk, but knocked over an eraser as she did.

“Oh, Alex, would you pic that up for me?”

“Yes ma’am.” He began to bend down at the knees.

The teacher waved a finger. “Tsk tsk Alex, is that how sissies bend over? I love the enthusiasm of you going to your knees, but that is an entirely different class. Show everyone here how a good sissy bends over to pick something up.”

She was correct. In the school, sissies were always taught to bend at the waist whenever they were picking something up, especially if a dominent deliberately knocked it down. They were told the sight was too pretty to ignore, and they wouldn’t be expected to lift anything heavy enough to hurt their backs anyway. He put a hand on the back of his skirt and began to bend.

“Ah ah ah, it might be too heavy for a sissy. Pick it up with both hands.”

Alex glared at her. He considered his options. It was obvious what she wanted. Any bend would lift the back of his skirt far enough to expose his diaper. It too close to the wall to have his back to the board as he bent, so that was out. However, if he went from the side, it would at least be partially hidden. He turned to the side, and bent.

There was some mumbling from the class as he went down, and he quickly straightened back up.

“Good sissy! Such a nice performance. Everyone, why don’t you give Alex a hand?”

The class started with some awkward but obedient applause.

“It is so nice to have a more experienced sissy like yourself showing my class some things. It would be shame of something happened that would suddenly put you beneath them, wouldn’t it?”

Alex wished he could shout at her. “Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am, my pleasure ma’am. May I return to my desk please, ma’am?” He emphasized the word each time, not wanting to give her an excuse for a spanking.

“Aww, what a nice, polite, and well behaved sissy. Very docile, as all sissies should be. Strange, I had sometimes heard you were sassy, almost to the point of deserving a very special punishment. I suppose something fixed that right up, didn’t it?”

“Yes ma’am, thank you ma’am.”

“Wonder what it could have been. Definitely an example to any aspiring sissy. Docile like a sheep. I could almost get you a nice sheep outfit. Wouldn’t that be cute? Perhaps a onesie… though I
suppose those are more for babies.”

He hated the teasing. She was right, he had been known as ‘sassy’ beforehand, and he wished he could reply with some backhanded joke, but it wasn’t worth the risk. Truthfully, with his humiliating underwear always an inch from being exposed, he didn’t have the willpower to argue. She was clearly loving that fact and gloating, and there was nothing he could do about it.

“Good. One more thing. Since that was such a good performance, why don’t you give us a nice curtsy? A nice deep one?”

Alex’s eyes went wide. “I… uhh…”

“Come on, unless you want me to lift that skirt and spank you?”

Alex stared at her. The curtsies they were taught to give were always deep and exaggerated, deliberately intended to show off underwear. However, the spanking was a far more certain way of having them exposed, and he was still sore from the switch…

He put a hand on each side of his skirt and took a deep breath. There was no point in trying to half do it, a shallow curtsy would only lead to demands for more. However, he could do it quickly.

He pointed his feet outward and sank down and back up as quickly as he could. It was a deep curtsy, perhaps even more deep then needed.

A few in the first row gasped and looked at him with wide eyes. Alex hung his head and blushed, then hurried back to his desk. A few students giggled and turned to examine his backside as he went by. He sat down. Thankfully, only a few noticed, and he did it fast enough that they seemed to question what they had seen.

The rest of the class went normally. The subjects students learned were never complicated, and even then they were dumbed down to condescend to them. Instead, most classes were an excuse to impose various punishments on the students to train them to be obedient for their next masters. Humiliating and boring ‘lessons’ provided a reason for sissies to misbehave, and their misbehavior provided a reason for punishment. When that failed, an unreasonably high standard was imposed, and many students found themselves told they couldn’t add 1+1 if the spacing between the numbers was off. The result was that the class had a slew of submissives being called to the front for punishment, with most bent over for spankings, some forced to write humiliating messages on the board, and one unfortunate future sissy maid in the corner with a dunce cap on and a bar of soap in her mouth, sniffling as she held up her skirt to expose a bright red bottom, and fully aware that if soap, skirt or cap dropped she’d be bent over again for another spanking.

Alex did his best to behave. Sometimes he slacked off, or was even sassy and sarcastic, as the teacher pointed out. Other time’s he tried harder, and sometimes he even put in what he thought was full effort. However, now with the risk of his pampers being exposed, he sat up straight, answered everything perfectly, and was as polite as possible. It almost sickened him how ‘good’ he was, the teacher had called him ‘docile’, and today it certainly was true.

He began to calm down as the clock ran forward. It was almost lunch. He winced again. Lunch meant punishment, whatever that was. However, it almost meant he got through his first class without being exposed. If he could do it once, he could do it again, and again, and again, until his ‘studies’ were over and he was moved to his new master.

“Alright class, that is all we have to learn today. Most of you have been good sissies, and you, Alex, have been an especially good, docile little sisssy,” she smiled at him.

He forced a smile he hoped didn’t look like a sneer. “Thank you ma’am.”

“So, since we are done, you can all be dismissed early…”

Alex felt his heart beating. This was it, he had made it.

She paused. “Oh wait, I almost forgot.”

Alex’s heart sank.

She got up and walked to the screen, still hanging over the board. She pulled it, and it went up.

Alex’s eyes went wide. There, the words he dreaded most came into view.

“Pantie check!” the Miss Veronica said, mimicking the words on the board.

“Buh…” Alex began, then stopped, mouth open. Of course they had planned this.

It was a common ritual. It happened randomly so that no one could expect it. The stated purpose was to ensure they were all wearing their issued feminine underwear. There were a few times students tried to rebel, always resulting in harsh, and very public, punishments.

The more honest reason for it was to humiliate the submissives, and so the dominants could giggle at their blushes and squirming and get an eyeful of their panties. This time, however, would be far more humiliating then ever before.

The first row of students, to Alex’s far right, as lead up. Six blushing sissies stood in front of the class with all eyes on them, and on an order, lifted their skirts.

Miss Veronica smiled as she walked down the row, look at each of them, reaching down to feel the material and behind to squeeze their butt cheeks.

“Good sissies. All appropriately dressed. Return to your desks, and next row.”

The first group went back, and the second followed.

Alex realized he was biting his nails. He looked at the clock, and then the door. Was there a way out? His mind raced, but nothing came up.

The third line was up, Alex was next. His stomach turned. This was clearly planned, he had been sent here for this very reason. He knew it, and that meant there was no excuse he could make.

His row was called. Alex took a deep breath, got up, and walked toward the front of the class.


e ended up standing dead center at the front of the class.

“Alright sissies, lift your skirts.”

Alex froze, unable to move.

Miss Veronica looked at him. “Alex, did you not hear?”

“Hear what?”

“Lift your skirt.”

“I can’t, my shirt is in the way.”


“Je ne parle pas anglais.”

“Soulève ta jupe.”

“Tabarnac. Uhhh… No hablo ingles o frances.”

“Levanta tu falda,” he tried.

“Non comprendenti anglicus o franciscus.”

She shook her head. “That isn’t real latin.”

“Corno sana kalan pa.”

“That’s not even a real language.”

“I converted to Mormonism. You know, modesty and all that.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Mormonism?”

“I mean… Amish. Something like that that can’t show underwear. Religious freedom.”

“You’re cross dressed. In an anime school girl outfit. With a short skirt that barely covers your thighs. At a submissive fetish school. Which you joined willingly.”


“And I’ve seen you do things that are well outside ANY religion, and enjoyed them thoroughly.”

“I mean, true, but…”

“Alex, lift your skirt.”

“What if I just admit I didn’t wear my underwear and we do the punishment elsewhere?”

“Yes you did. Show everyone your adorable underwear. If I have to come over there and lift it for you, you’ll be in big trouble!”




“I’m going to count to three. One…”



“Ummma say is my plane taking off?”


Alex frowned, then reached down and lifted his skirt.

The first thing that followed was dead silence. Next, the front row began to chuckle and giggle. The next followed, and it moved back as everyone made sense of what they saw. The giggling turned into laughter, which got louder and louder, until the entire class was screaming. After months of being humiliated, they all finally saw something they could laugh at instead, and they got their fill.

Miss Veronica walked by the row. “Oh, another thing, since you were arguing,” she held up a pacifier.

Alex made his puppy dog eyes at her, but she ignored him and pushed it into his mouth. In retrospect, Alex realized the look was probably just another reason for him to have it. It certainty fit his new role.

“See class, our little Alex had some accidents in bed,” there were chuckles. “And he decided to lie about. So, now he’s been made into a baby, and has his new special underwear to wear. Isn’t that right, Alex?”


“Whats that? No comeback? Did we finally cure that sassy mouth of yours? Funny, all it took was some padding on your pretty bum. Almost a shame we won’t be able to see it anymore” she reached behind him, put a hand in his diaper and pinched him, making him jump, then brought it out… “But you’re just so cute in them anyway this is fun in its own way. Oh, and yes, this is a demotion, so even though Alex is more senior, you all have spanking privileges over him, if he ever gives you a reason to put your own hands on that cute diapered butt. Be sure to check his pampers first!” She spanked him, making him jump and the class laugh out loud. “Isn’t that right, Alex? Should they check your diapers before putting their hands there since your a little potty pants? Hmmm? Just nod your head if so. And you going to be a good baby?”

She was right. The new underwear represented more then just just a new role and embarrassment. It took out his will to argue or respond to her teasing. Normally he’d have a dozen lines in response, and even risk the punishment for speaking with a pacifier in his mouth, but now his stomach turned at the thought. Worse, while before he the only thing they had on him was they could punish misbehavior, they know had a way to actively force good behavior. If he didn’t do his best to please his doms, all they needed to do was refuse to change him, and… he didn’t want to think about it.

Shamefully, he nodded his head.

“Now, since you made us wait, I think you can remain like that until the end of the class. Another teacher will be around soon for your lunch time punishment. Oh, and don’t worry about that short skirt, you won’t be wearing clothes like that for much longer.”


Alex stood until the bell rang and Miss Britta came to collect him. She held up a harness. Alex looked quizicly at it.

“Arms up,” she commanded, and he obeyed.

She put a harness over his head, buckled it behind his back, and attached a leash to it. He reached his hands behind himself but couldn’t find the buckle, and decided it had been designed so the person wearing it would not be able to remove it without help.

“This is new,” Alex said from behind his pacifier.

“A lot will be new for you today,” she replied.

She began to drag him toward his dorm, and he followed with his head bent down.

When the hall was empty, he couldn’t help himself. “What was that for?”

“Oh?” she asked.

“The class. You could have sent me with my normal friends. Or even just removed my skirt from the start. You didn’t have to do that,” he pouted.

She laughed. “And miss the opportunity to see you blush and squirm? We have cameras in those classes, as I’m sure you figured out. Watching you try to hide your pretty diapers was a sight we wouldn’t pass up, and one we won’t get much longer.”

He looked hopefully at her, and she laughed.

“No, that does not mean the diapers are coming off. You’ll see. Oh, and I’ll let you off now, but normally pacis mean “no talking” for babies. Grown ups are speaking, little one.”

Alex sighed. He had guess that was the intent, but as it wasn’t explicitly stated, he decided to ignore it until commanded. He imagined “grown ups are speaking” was a phrase he’d have to get used to, and worried over which level of member would be allowed to say it to him.

They entered the bedroom. He looked at his own space, and his mouth fell open. The pacifier fell to the floor, and the teacher grabbed it, laughing.

IN place of his bed was a giant, wooden crib. It had high bars, painted pink, and with a locking cover. The changing table he had hoped would disappear was instead moved to the corner, and beside it, there was a mesh playpen full of stuffed toys. He walked toward his crib. It has his own teddy bear inside, plus several more beside it, all neatly lain out. “Baby Alex” was written in flowing writing on the headboard, and the colorful sheets were already folded properly.

“Its already made!” he said.

Miss Britta smiled. “Yes, making beds is too much for an immature baby like you to handle, so the maids will be doing it from now on. We figured the extra toys will keep you company, since your new bedtime is a few hours earlier then the others. Oh, and its a plastic mattress, so go ahead and have as many accidents as you want, even if your diapers don’t contain it you’ll be fine.”

Alex reached down and pressed his hand into the mattress, feeling the soft, but slick, material. A plastic mattress? Did he really need that after two accidents? He blushed. He didn’t need the diapers either, but that wouldn’t stop them.

Miss Britta pointed to calendar above his bed. “This is where we will keep track of your accidents. A smiley face for a dry diaper in the morning, a frowny one for a dirty or wet one, and another sissy will write down which, so we all know.”

“But… you said that I couldn’t use the potty! I’ll be locked in this thing for hours before even regular bedtime, what am I supposed to do?”

She chuckled. "Oh, I know that. Any visitors or new students won’t though, and you won’t be saying much with your pacifier in your mouth.

Alex stared at her mouth open. They really had gone all out, and had found every measure to humiliate him.

“Oh, another thing. Look in your closet,” she said, and pointed.

Alex shuddered, but obeyed. Slowly, he reached toward the closet and opened the doors. His hands went to his mouth and he backed up.

Gone were his skirts and dresses. Instead, there was a series of shirts, onesies, and footed pajamas. Each was humiliating in their own way, with glittered nick names written or frills on their bottoms. He even noticed there was, in fact, a sheep onesie.

"We figured these would be more fitting, and since your ruined your pjs anyway, we just went for it. Your doormats will decide what you wear in the morning, and we’ll make sure you’ll get to try them all. I’m sure all the other students will have fun seeing what you wear every day.

Alex looked at the clothes. There it was again. The other students, previously his equals, being given control over him and the excuse to tease him. He doubted they’d turn the opportunity up.

Alex began to wonder where they had gotten it all so quickly when she put a hand on his shoulder and began to explain his next, humiliating punishment.


Eh, it depends on the type of story. My last one, “Made to be Broken,” has characters manipulating a system specifically because they wanted these ordeals.
Also, the requesting part went back and forth. The other writer was doing short 500 word requests, mine was for an AB story in this sissy school scenario, where the character ends up wetting the bed and being diapered. He wrote that and a later part in italics, I filled in the rest.
I do like ‘forced’ scenarios, and tend to through Alex into them, though I do think it is possible he likes it to some degree. He is at least willingly sissified, and this sort of play is often part of it. Just beacuse he finds it embaressing doesn’t mean part of him is into it.

"Dorrmats? was that a typpo on my part or referecning something?

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Crud, I really need to work on my editing. And yes, probably dorm mates, which I thought could be one word. Though given they are in this ‘school’ ‘doormat’ could probably describe a lot of them

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Alex’s wrists ached. He passed the chalk to his left hand, shook out his right, then replaced it and kept writing.

“No stopping! Get those boards full before the bell!”

“But… I have class! I"m going to miss it all!”

“That is fine, this is your class now.”

Alex turned back to his task. Black boards ran along the hall way, each covered with his writing, the phrase “I will not lie about my potty training- Alex” scribbled over and over. He looked at the clock, five minutes to the bell. If he didn’t finish his task, he knew he’d have a much worse one after.

He wrote as quickly as he could, and filled the last chalk board. “That’s it mistress.”

“Good baby,” she said, emphasizing his new role. Realistically it wasn’t necessary. Alex’s normal white buttoned up shirt and tie had been replaced by a pastel pink variation that had “baby girl” written in glitter across the chest. His skirt, meanwhile, had been replaced with nothing at all. His exposed diaper was an endless source of blushes for him and giggles for those around him. The only other thing beneath his waist were his knee high socks and shoes, which he hoped would change as soon as his punishment was over.

She clapped her hands. “Now, to finish your punishment before you settle in your new role. Michael! Ryan!”

The two came out pushing a card. Alex’s eyes went wide when he recognized his own mattress and bed sheets.

“No…” he said. The inspector smiled and pushed a pink pacifier in his mouth. Whys it always pink for me? He thought, then shook his head. Of all the things to worry about, that was last on his list.

“Now, the bell is going to ring, and everyone will come by to see what happens to little potty pants liars. Oh, and one more thing.” As the cart passed she grabbed a piece of cardboard. On the front, written in glitter, were the words “I lied about my potty training. Now I’m a baby.” His mouth hung agape, and his pacifier would have dropped if the inspector hadn’t grabbed it. She hung the sign with a wire over his neck, then made him hold on to it.

The other two worked beside him, setting up his soaked mattress and sheets in a line to his right, a monument to his humiliations.

“Now, stand here, don’t talk, and try not to cry as all the other subbies laugh at you. Or I suppose you can, babies cry all the time. After you’ll get your skirt back, but by then no one will wonder what you’re position is, and no one will wonder why.”

She left him standing, blushing cheeks almost matching his pacifier, and his shirt, and his diaper, and the straps along his legs… Oh, I get it now, he thought.

The bell rang, and the hall filled with people. Rows of sissies in skirts passed by him, each gawking at the lines he had written as they passed, questioning it until they reached him and laughed out loud. He could only stand in silence as his former equals went by him.

After they went, others came by. Groups of students with collars, tails and animal ears, more in corsets and leather outfits, more tied and chained… There were different areas within the school with different focuses, and they all went by his display. Out of all of them, Alex now occupied an uniquely low spot among them.


*As it turned out, a few people did end up having to know. *

*Alex’s face was bright pink as he crawled forward, his butt waving in the air, practically leaving stink lines behind him. His school uniform, formerly something he’d thought was kiddy and hated to wear, was a pleasant, dreamy memory. *

*Now, he was wearing a footed onesie, black and white stripes and a big, fluffy tail at the end. The hood had little ears and, to finish the skunk resemblance, Alex was the one to provide the stink. His diaper made the back of the outfit puff out and sag, in case there was any question what the source of the smell was. *

“As you can see,” the teacher said, gesturing to him as he addressed the room of new students, “We don’t abide layabouts or fib tellers, here. If Alex is a good skunk and does his lessons, he might get to restart his potty training next semester.”

(again, section in Italics was by Peculiar Changeling based on a theme I gave)

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OK that entire part was supposed to be in Italics, from “As it turned out” to “semester.” Not sure why that didn’t work.

Anyway this part is short, next will be longer

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The part highlighted in green is why:

*Now, he was wearing a footed onesie, black and white stripes and a big, fluffy tail at the end. The hood had little ears and, to finish the skunk resemblance, Alex was the one to provide the stink. His diaper made the back of the outfit puff out and sag, in case there was any question what the source of the smell was. *

Delete the spaces before the ending * in each paragraph will fix it. :slight_smile: The Markdown/Commonmark processor Discourse uses is really sensitive to spaces being in places they shouldn’t :slight_smile:

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Thanks Angry Bird! Loved you in that game with the pigs.

Anyway Last part (for now):

Alex winced. The odds of that happening were very low. Though the new sissies didn’t know it yet, there was en entirely different metric at play. The question wasn’t how long it took for him to learn his lesson, but how long that lesson worked on every other student, including the new ones coming in.

Alex looked up and down the rows of students, and wondered how many really knew what it was they had gotten themselves into. Some already had the little differences on their clothes. Here an apron for a future maid, there a teddy bear for a little… The school needed to push out different types of subs to meet demand, and many were chosen, unwittingly, for a specific role from the start.

Something tweaked in the back of Alex’s head. Something about that last fact made him… his train of thought was interrupted by a sharp tug at his neck as the teacher pulled on his leash and collar.

The teacher pulled his leash and dragged him up stairs between rows of students. They gasped and backed away as he passed, plugging their noses and confirming that Alex had done well to earn his outfit. He closed his eyes and shuddered at the chorus of “ewws.” These were brand new students, normally at the bottom of the hierarchy. That is, they were until he passed.

The tail wagged behind him. It was locked in an ‘up’ position, as if he was spraying. It was humiliating, though Alex told himself that at least he wasn’t in pink this time.

“Our little Alex here was asked when he first came in if he was a bedwetter. He lied and said no.” Her paddle came down on his rear hard, letting out a loud squish, causing Alex to yelp and the audience to eww again. He groaned as the mess in his diaper pressed against him and oozed back down. Even after all these months enduring his new role, his stomach still turned.

“He wet the bed one time. He came to us, and we asked him again if he was a bedwetter. Again, he lied, and said no.” Another spank, another squish and yelp, and another chorus of groans. She turned a corner at the top of class and descended toward the stage at the front, letting an entire new audience confirm the state of his diapers.

“Then he wet it a second time, completely ruining his mattress, and tried to hide it.” Another smack. They reached the stage at the ground, and she turned to face the audience, leaving Alex facing the front with his ‘tail’ behind them. “And now,” she reached behind him, “He is a sissy baby, kept 24/7 in diapers.” Alex closed his eyes. She opened the back flap of his onesie, and there was another gasp as his soaked and lumpy diaper came into view.

“You can see the results there.” She held up a clean diaper. “You can see what they look like before he’s done with them here. Much prettier this way, aren’t they? Don’t worry- his will be the same soon.” She shrugged. “Well, soon enough. He’ll be getting changed tomorrow.”

Alex squealed. He had expected this was coming, but he still didn’t like hearing it.

“You see, our little diapered skunky was naughty again this morning. You see, we got him a nice new onesie he was going to wear today for our little demonstration. He took issue with it though, as he is still just a silly, dumb little baby. We had some discussions, and after a while he saw our side. As punishment, he was given a nice bottle of laxatives, and will be kept in his current diaper until tomorrow. Since he didn’t like that onesie, he got the skunk one instead, which we think will be a fair warning to anyone who happens to be downwind of him, as you all just experienced.”

The story wasn’t entirely true. The onesie in question had 'Stinky Baby" written on the chest, which he didn’t like. However, the “argument” was more of a groan, he never actually tried not to wear the outfit they gave him. The fact was, every time there was a new intake of students, they found some excuse to run him through this very routine. The oncoming students didn’t know that, believed her, and saw it as a strong deterrent against arguing.

She also left out the details of him “seeing their side.” After declaring that he was arguing, and stating his denials of that were more arguments, they dressed him in the skunk outfit, fed him the bottle, gagged him with a strapped on pacifier, and lead him to their 'counter arguments-" a bucket of his old, used diapers, which he was suspended over. He had been shocked and terrified as his mind tried to connect what the rope and pully system and the giant diaper bucket could have to do with each other, and before he knew it, he was tied up. Even before they lifted him over it the smell was far worse then anything he had experienced before, including now after the laxatives had had their effect. They laughed and told him he could come down if he admitted he was wrong, which was impossible with the gag, and took turns tormenting him. He had remained, tied in mid air, gagging on the smell for what seemed like hours before they retrieved him. By that point, his own diaper was full, and he was led here. And, just to add insult to injury, he hadn’t managed to escape the humiliating label. A cardboard sign currently hanging over his chest still read “Stinky Baby.” The hanging sign had become a common part of his punishments.

The “punishment” itself was a farce. Many of their punishments were. The more experienced subs knew it, and the dominents knew they knew it. As much as many of the submissives enjoyed being punished, the dominents loved punishing them even more, and did their best to ensure it was a ‘real’ punishment- ie, one the submissive wouldn’t just enjoy. As a rare example of a sissy and diapered sub together, they had a lot of ideas they could only use on him.

She pulled Alex’s leash, and he turned to face them. The rows of sissies all watched him with pale faces. “Oh, and I should add,” she said. “One of you lucky new ones will be able to take part. Whoever does the worse on today’s introductory classes will be given an extra class… on diaper changing. You’ll be the one to change little Alex on this very table for the entire class to see. He’ll have a nasty rash by then too for you to help him with. So, if you want to do that, go ahead and slack off.”

There was rustling as the audience straightened and sharpened up. They glanced from side to side, wondering who it would be.

For Alex, it was simply another reminder. He had been changed plenty of times, and often in front of audiences, though that still embarrassed him. However, they made sure that each time a new intake was there, one of the new sissies was put in charge of him, to reinforce to him and to others that his position was below even the newest sissies. The entire thing about the student who did the worse on the first day was something of a joke- there was no real test that day, and realistically the dominents could pick anyone to pass or fail. Odds were someone was already chosen, perhaps in line with their intended role, or whichever they thought would groan and gag the most for the others to see.

Something tweaked in Alex’s mind again.

“So, with that in mind. We know some sissies are bedwetters, there are always a few, and we have protection for anyone who is. Michael, come here.”

A blushing Michael in a school girl dress with a teddy bear on it walked from the sidelines and onto the stage. Alex watched, knowing what was about to happen and feeling sorry for him. It wasn’t quite as bad as what Alex experienced, but it was still hard.

“Michael, lift your skirt.” The sissy obeyed, showing a pull up and earning laughter. “Little sissy Michael also has a bedwetting problem. He admitted to it early on, so he wears pull ups to bed. If he wakes up dry, he’s even allowed to wear his big girl underwear during the day!” She paused to let the information sink in. When the realization hit, they began to laugh again, and Michael blushed deeper. She held up a pull up in her hand, and Alex’s diaper in the other. Flanking either were the appropriately dressed sissies, each with their own underwear showing. The class looked from one to the other, first on the thin pull up and the sissy lifting his own skirt, then settling on the thicker, childishly printed diaper, and down at the one boy in a skunk outfit who was condemned to wear them at all time. The choice was clear. “Any sissy who now admits to being a bed wetter will be given their special underwear at night and will not be punished for future accidents. So, who is it? Show of hands, come on?”

Here was the test. Much as his time in diapers would continue as long as he was a good warning to others, or until he was “adopted” (the chosen word for any sissy deemed a ‘little,’ diapered or otherwise), the skunk routine would continue as long as it kept the school’s beds safe from would be wetters.

One by one, hands began to go up over blushing, ashamed faces. Alex counted. There were far more in this group then he had seen in his own classmates. Odds are some had ‘admitted’ to it even if they didn’t really need to. Alex’s current condition was a major deterrent, and sissies weren’t exactly known for taking brave stands. Alex himself would have benefited from doing the same, even though he never had the problem before arriving at the school. Realistically, if they wanted more sissies in pull ups, or even diapers, to meet demands for little, they could just…

They could just make it happen. Unquestionably. That was what was tweaking in the back of his head. They controlled diet, sleeping hours, all schedules. They already showed they were willing to drug their wards, they had openly admitted to feeding him a bottle of laxatives.

Then lied about it. Lied to everyone, and he couldn’t respond. Even if he wasn’t gagged, no one would believe him at this point. Not after all the months of full diapers. They lied to set up punishments, to tease sissies, to joke, make them argue, whose to say they wouldn’t do it if they needed someone to be their little diapered slave, an example to others and a good sale to match a very specific kink?

“Don’t pout stinky boy, you know you love it,” the teacher’s voice whispered in his ear.

Alex looked up at the teacher, who smiled knowingly back at him. He had never had an actual accident since then, he had known each time it was coming, and woken up. But again, no one would believe him if he said that. As far as anyone was concerned, he was a helpless bedwetter with a history of lying about it.

He looked forward at the poor, duped subs raising their hands, taking notes, doing their best to obey as if their willingness mattered. He wondered who it was who wanted a fully diaper dependent, humiliated submissive and who had a passion for pink, and when he’d be meeting them.


Thank you!
Yes this was definitely a very kink forward, and especially humiliation based AB story. Not for everyone.
What part of the last section made it work for you?

And it is the last of what I have now, but I have a few ideas for shorts in the same ‘school,’ which I might end up writing.

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