Strange Kid in School

Chapter 2
After School

Chapter Description: Amy makes it through school and finds that things are a bit different at her house than she remembers.

As Amy walked to her next class, she tried to forget what had just happened to her. The diaper she was now wearing made that sort of hard. She felt confused and wasn’t quite sure what to make of it all. As she was walking, she now felt the diaper ever step she took with an added waddle. She tried to act normal and that nothing was wrong. People were looking at her, but she assured herself that it was because of who she was and not what she was wearing. As she entered her next class and sat down at her desk, she felt the extra cushioning the diaper created. It felt surprising comfortable, but she still hadn’t got past that fact that she was actually wearing one.

Class dragged on and on. The only thing Amy could think was thank god this was her last class and that she wanted to go home to assess her situation. She found it quite hard to concentrate on anything the teacher was saying. It probably didn’t help that she was suppressing sucking her thumb with all she had the entire time. At one point when she was fixing her hair, she almost did, but caught herself at the last second. When the bell finally rang, Amy grabbed all her things and darted out of the classroom, pushing a few kids out of the way in the process. She usually grabbed a ride home with some of her friends after school, but given her situation, she thought riding the bus might be best. It had been a while since Amy had ridden the bus but as soon as she got on, all her memories of riding it flooded back to her. It was all quite comforting to her. Sitting down, Amy opened her bag to find her cellphone. Amy felt pride as too being one of the only popular girls to actually follow the rule of shutting your cellphone off during school. As she put her hand in to push her books out of the way, she was greeted with a plastic feeling that was unfamiliar to her.

"What the hell?"

Inside her bag were diapers! She held them in front of her for a second in awe before stashing them. She took a quick look around to see if anyone had saw her. Most of the bus was full of younger kids who were too busy in their own world to care about anything else. Amy felt some relief for the first time today. Amy quickly closed her bag, not wanting to open it again to be reminded of what she was currently wearing. When the bus finally arrived at her house, she quickly jumped off and ran for it. Her mom usually worked late so she didn’t have to worry about anyone being there. She quickly ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. She threw her bag on the bed and in doing so, her bag opened and the diapers scattered across it, almost as if to mock her. Amy sat down trying to think of what to do. She put her hand into the front of her jeans. Yup, still a diaper. It felt so soft and crinkled every time she prodded it. Almost instantly, Amy unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor. She ran over to her full body mirror and looked at herself. She felt like she was in a dream, that the reflection in the mirror was a lie. Amy slowly moved her hand to her behind and pushing the diaper against her body. She felt her other hand start to raise to her mouth, but before it could reach it, Amy shook her head and took a step back.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Amy quickly pulled the tabs open on the diaper and let it drop to the floor. She ran to her dresser and opened to the top drawer. She almost screamed when she looked in. Instead of where her panties used to be, was a drawer full of diapers. All like the one she was wearing and the ones from her bag. She quickly opened her other drawers to see what else had changed. Instead of bras, Amy found onesies. Other drawers had shirts, but they were different from the ones she had. These were all in baby colors. One of the drawers still contained her jeans, but that was about the only normal thing. Amy closed the drawers and took a step back. What was going on? Amy sat on her bed again and stuck her thumb in her mouth. She didn’t want to, but she needed it. She needed to relax herself. Concentrating on sucking her thumb, Amy lied back on her bed and closed her eyes. For some reason, she felt calm and content, like everything was going to be alright. Before she knew it, she was fast asleep.