Henni’s new school was completely unlike any of her previous ones.
For one, she had been heading for her first class when she heard a sudden shouting and thumping. Startled, she turned around to see a boy - who looked like he had been coming from the first-year dorms, so he’d be 16 like she was - dressed in pastel-colored overalls that made him look like a big toddler. He had thrown himself on the floor and was hitting it with his hands and feet, crying and screaming that he wanted a clean diaper.
Henni was caught staring, but few other people seemed to pay the boy any attention. Then a girl who looked a couple of years older - but who had a pacifier hanging by a clip from her blouse, and whose short skirt left no doubt of the fact that she too was wearing a diaper - walked up to the boy and kneeled down next to him.
“Good, good”, the girl said encouragingly. “Really focus on wanting that clean diaper. The one you’re wearing is quite full, isn’t it? You really hate having to be in it, don’t you? You really need a new diaper and why isn’t anyone changing you yet?”
Henni could hear compassion and encouragement in the girl’s voice. As the girl spoke, that emotion seemed to bleed into her words, enveloping them and giving them an odd resonance. Even though she was using a normal speaking voice, the sound of her words somehow got stronger, powerful enough that the boy would be able to hear them despite his screaming and crying.
Then a spasm seemed to go through the boy’s body, starting from his feet and rushing through him like a wave, and the sound of his crying picked up a similar kind of odd resonance. Something lifted him in the air and there was a glowing light around him, bright enough that Henni had to look away. From the corner of her eye, she thought she could catch a glimpse of ethereal hands holding a diaper and reaching through the boy’s overalls.
Then, just as suddenly, the light was gone. The boy was standing in the middle of the corridor, his face still red and filled with tears, but he was no longer crying and was just breathing heavily.
“There you go”, the girl said and ruffled the boy’s hair. Now that he was standing, Henni could see that he too had a pacifier hanging from his overalls. The girl reached for it, plopped it in his mouth, and took him by the hand. “Let’s get you to class now, shall we?”
The boy just nodded and let her lead him down the corridor. As they turned in Henni’s direction, the girl seemed to notice her for the first time.
“Hi! You a first-year too?”
“Uhh, yeah”, Henni stammered.
“I’m Kalea. Welcome to the school!”, the girl said.
“Thanks. I’m Henni”, Henni replied automatically, not knowing what else to say.
“Let’s take you to class too”, Kalea took Henni by the hand. “I’m a tutor, it’s my job to help you little first-year ones.”
At another time, Henni might have objected to being led by the hand like a little girl. But when Kalea’s hand gripped hers, she felt a sense of relaxing and loosening go through her. It was like her body suddenly remembered what it was like to be a toddler being led around, and decided that it liked it.
Henni gave Kalea a shy look and her lip quivered a little. Her eyes started looking around like there was something she needed but couldn’t find, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She just knew that she needed it, a lot.
“Oh, let me help you”, Kalea smiled. She let go of Henni’s hand and raised her own, touching Henni’s chest and then moving her palm to glide past Henni’s mouth.
There was another glow of light, right in front of Henni’s face. She closed her eyes and bit down with her teeth, then found her mouth starting to automatically chew on the rubbery thing between her teeth.
She opened her eyes. Kalea’s magic had created a pacifier in her mouth, and Henni couldn’t stop chewing on it.
It felt wonderful.
Kalea tilted her head. “Are pacifiers your favorite food, Henni?”, she asked with a playful glint in her eyes.
Before she could think about it, Henni found herself nodding.
“Just wait until you get to try a proper bottle”, Kalea smiled. “Or baby food. We have some really great baby food, perfect for a little one like you.”
Kalea took Henni’s hand again, and Henni followed her.
Henni was pretty sure that her pacifier was itself magical - it was warm and soft, and the longer she had it, the better it felt. It was like her mouth had forgotten what it felt like to use one, but was remembering the joy of it better and better with every single suck and bite.
She didn’t think that she could stop sucking on it even if she tried. In fact, she was pretty sure that if anyone tried to take it away from her, she’d throw an even worse tantrum than the boy had.
Henni cast a glance at the boy, who was following them on Kalea’s other side. He’d been quietly sucking on his own pacifier ever since he got it in his mouth. Henni had felt younger when Kalea had taken her by the hand, and now that she looked at the boy, she got the sense that her magic was making him younger, too.
He had been yelling about a diaper before. But something told Henni that as long as Kalea was holding his hand, he wouldn’t find one single word in his vocabulary. Except for maybe “mommy”.
Yeah, he did know that word. He was sticking close to Kalea like a shy baby stays close to his mother.
With that thought, Henni realized that she herself was doing exactly the same. This new school was weird and intimidating, but Kalea felt safe, and Henni’s arm was pressing against hers as Henni tried to stay as close to Kalea as possible. It felt like something that Henni’s body was doing automatically, without her even having noticed it at first.
Henni couldn’t tell where that sense of absolute trust and comfort towards Kalea was coming from. She just knew, on a deep level, that Kalea was safe and that she would be safe for as long as she was with her momm… uhh, with Kalea.
Her thoughts drifting back to the boy’s earlier tantrum, Henni thought that she shouldn’t be too surprised about it - after all, it wasn’t all that different from the way she’d ended up here in the first place…
For as long as she could remember, Henni had wanted to be a baby again.
As a little kid, she used to imagine herself living in a fantasy world where babies were just like ordinary humans. In those worlds, there would always be plenty of children to play with, and a bunch of adults who would watch over them and take care of their needs.
The thing that she hated the most of all was being told that she was a big girl and that she was too old for something. She felt like her parents were always telling her that. On her third birthday, they’d told her that she was too old for diapers now, and then never let her wear them again, no matter how many accidents she had or how embarrassing that felt. She remembered walking past a playground and being told that she was too old to join the other children there. Too old to ride a tricycle, too old for plushies, too old for her parents to play make-believe with her…
Too old to ever do anything that she wanted to do. And she wasn’t even allowed to want to, because big girls didn’t want to do baby things. That was what her parents always said. Once they declared that she was too old for something, she was expected to just smile and agree and never think about it again.
But Henni had spent a lot of time imagining herself as a real baby. A tiny, helpless, innocent infant that everyone loved and cared for. They would feed her bottles and put her in cute outfits and tell her what a beautiful little girl she was.
And she would feel terribly ashamed of it because she was a big girl and wasn’t supposed to want baby things.
When she got older, she tried to act more grown-up. She stopped playing with dolls, pretending to be a baby, and instead pretended to be a princess or a fairy. When she became a teenager, she started following the lives of those spoiled celebrities who threw tantrums in public.
Hoping that you were a celebrity seemed like a more acceptable wish than wanting to be a baby. For a while, she managed to suppress those shameful baby thoughts, almost managing to forget that she’d ever had them.
Being a teenager sucked, especially with all of the stress from school. One day when she was 15 and home alone, she felt like she just couldn’t take it anymore. Grateful for the fact that her parents weren’t around, she did the one thing that sometimes brought her relief - pretending to be one of those celebrities acting up in public.
Henni threw herself on the floor and let herself scream, letting go of all control, just letting that willful and upset energy course through her body. Something inside her seemed to break, and a desire she’d managed to forget she had came rushing out again.
“I WANT A DIAPER”, she screamed, and her mind painted a picture of what that would look like, what it would be like to wear one, how safe she would feel then…
And there was another rush of energy, a bright light, and suddenly her jeans and underwear were gone. Instead, she was wearing a diaper that fit her perfectly and was entirely soft and comfortable and had adorable prints of ladybugs in the grass.
Half a dozen thoughts ran through her head.
What just happened?
Oh my god this diaper feels so great
I can’t believe I just had that thought
What would it be like to wet this? I should drink something
Where did my clothes go? I’m going to be in trouble if I just lose my jeans
Is this my only diaper? What if I wet this and then can’t enjoy the feeling of it being dry anymore?
But the one thought that stayed strongest in Henni’s mind was:
I don’t care! I’ve been waiting for this moment forever!
Henni didn’t even think about what she was doing, she just acted on pure instinct. She had a water bottle on her desk - she’d filled it earlier, intending to go to the gym later in the day. She held it in both hands and drank the whole thing down without stopping, swallowing the last drops in quick gulps.
Then she went to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. As she finished it, her mind fixated on the thought of having to go so badly that she’d be totally unable to hold it in, that she’d be forced to just wet herself like a baby with no control at all. She wanted that so much…
…and then another surge of energy ran through her body, transforming something inside her, and suddenly she realized that she did need to pee.
It hadn’t been even five minutes since she started drinking all that, but her bladder was already full. She had to go.
Henni crouched down. She could feel the desire to let go so strongly, but she fought against it - she didn’t want to let go voluntarily, she didn’t want to be in control, she wanted to be a baby helplessly wetting her diapers…
She squeezed her legs together and for a moment she could hold out, but then it happened. It was like her body acted without asking her. Her legs spread out by themselves and she just let go, warm wetness spreading out between her legs, rising up towards her belly and butt as it filled the space inside the diaper. For a moment she was concerned that it’d leak, but then she felt that the diaper was soaking it up.
She could feel the urge to pee slowly fading, but for a few more moments, she could still just freely let go, with no sense of control over it.
By the time she stood up again, Henni found herself grinning widely. She felt like a complete baby, and that made her feel wonderful.
It was at that point that she saw the boy sitting at the kitchen table and looking at her. He looked about her age, but had faerie wings and a face adorned with glowing purple markings.
For some reason, Henni’s first thought on seeing him wasn’t surprise or embarrassment, but just he looks like a teenager, but I bet he’s one of those faeries who are actually a hundred years old.
The boy smiled and nodded. His eyes seemed to twinkle like stars. “That’s right, actually.”
And of course he would read my mind.
“My name is Firin, and I work for Headmaster Rian of the Baby Magic School. It’s my job to keep a watch for young people who ought to come and study with us.”
His smile widened. “And you definitely just qualified.”