Spring is Here

Chapter 2
Day 1: School Days

Chapter Description: Stephanie heads to school, but age hopping adventures await...

Auth. Note: Another Canadian thing. School gets out at 3:15 for kindergartners, 3:30 for everyone else (in elementary). I don’t know how things work in the States (I’ve heard anywhere from 2:30 to 4:00).

About 20 minutes later, Purity called her daughter down for school. Due to the sudden disappearance of Stephanie’s beloved Mustang convertible, she was taken to school in Purity’s minivan. When she hopped out, Purity blew her a kiss, smiling condescendingly. As she began to drive away, she called back, “Have a good day, darling! I’ll be watching!” When Stephanie gave her yet another curious look, Purity simply demonstrated yet another aspect of her magic. Holding up her hands, a small image appeared of Stephanie and her surroundings at that very moment. Purity drove away, still with a slight grin on her face. Stephanie turned back towards her old school, Macdonald Elementary.

She made it about 10 steps when she leaned against the wall and started crying. She really hadn’t had much of a chance to even think. One moment, she was taking care of her usual morning routine, the next, everything had changed. Her mother was some sort of magician, and now she was a little kid, practically a baby. She remembered how even the girl she thought was her best friend had made fun of her when she found out Stephanie still wet the bed at age 9. How far away was that if she had already lost three years, 5 hours or 5 minutes? Luckily for her, Stephanie’s pity party was interrupted by a voice saying, “Hi! You’re the new kid, right! I’m Dannie!” Shocked, Stephanie looked up to see none other than a shoulder length blonde-haired head. It was her boyfriend James’s little sister Danielle (Or Dannie, as she always told everybody). Just two weeks ago, when Steph was at James’s house over March Break, they had fallen over laughing when he told the story about how Dannie had messed herself at school in the 1st grade. Fortunately for her, Dannie had since grown popular, thanks in no small part to her early development.

Wiping tears from her eyes, Stephanie stood up smiling, not because of Dannie’s attempted nice gesture, but because of the memory of the story. She was about to mention it when she caught herself. I’m in the 8th grade, and I’m new in school. How could I know that story? Gotta play it cool... Following Dannie meekly into the classroom, she was introduced to the class as Jill Clooney. Despite her mother’s strange sense of humour, she quietly took her seat.

The day’s math lesson was on integers. Perfect, Stephanie thought to herself, my favourite. After zooming through the questions in the textbook, she asked to be excused to the bathroom. It had been a hard morning, and she hadn’t had time to relieve herself before being whisked off to school. However, when she began to wash her hands, she noticed the face in the mirror seemed a lot younger. Realizing it was another one of her mother’s tricks, she did a quick self-inventory. Her chest was gone, placing her at definitely below age 11, and she wore a Hannah Montana T-shirt, putting her at about 9 or lower. Her pink jeans looked fairly normal, but her underwear was that of the Disney Princesses, not to mention her missing front tooth. All in all, she guessed herself at about 5.

Dashing out of the bathroom, she ran down the hall towards the younger kids’ classrooms. As she passed by one of the kindergarten classes, though, she was stopped by a teacher’s hand. Bending over, the woman looked into Stephanie’s eyes. She was a blonde, maybe about 40 years old, and (at the moment) she was about 4 or 5 heads taller than Stephanie. Giving her a maternal grin, the teacher said cheerily, “Could this be little Millicent Damon? Your mother told me you’d be here soon! I’m Mrs. Bendheim!” While silently cursing her mother’s obsession with the cast of Ocean’s 11 (and hoping she wouldn’t be registered as Britney Pitt in the next class), she gave Mrs. Bendheim a toothy grin she hoped was cute, and in a slight lisp replied, “Yup! I’m Milly! My mommy said I was suppose ta meetcha here!” It was clear that Stephanie’s little kid act paid off, as she was welcomed into the class and introduced. The introduction was followed by 40 minutes of brain-crushing boredom.

Mrs. Bendheim taught all the kids about adding. When she gave out a sheet for the kids to work on (featuring such problems as ?1+2’), Stephanie set her brain to autopilot and completed the simple addition. Afterwards, Stephanie was told that she did very well and to pick out a book to read. Of course, what she would prefer to read was the tawdry romance sitting in Mrs. Bendheim’s purse, but she wasn’t willing to establish a reputation as a thief. So, she read through all 15 classic picture books on the shelf. After finishing, there were still 15 minutes until recess. Steph was told to head to the library to pick out a book under the librarian’s supervision. There she stayed, reading the latest Harry Potter until the bell finally rang.

Stephanie headed back to the classroom to grab her jacket and head outside, but she was stopped by Mrs. Bendheim, who whispered, “Milly, could you come to the back with me?” After everybody had left, Mrs. Bendheim started talking. In a happy murmur, she said, “Now Milly, I think you didn’t listen to your mommy. You’re supposed to wear your Pull-Ups, remember? Good thing your mommy gave me some changes for during the day. Don’t worry, it’s just until you can stop having your accidents. It’s not a diaper, it’s big girl underwear just like your Disney Princess panties.”

This was the moment Stephanie had been dreading. She knew her mother had been planning something to do with babies or diapers ever since the mention of her ?babyish attitude.’ Naturally, Steph wouldn’t be able to convince her teacher that her mother was a witch who was planning a ruse to put her 16-year old daughter in Pull-Ups, so she followed Mrs. Bendheim to a back area. The kindly teacher pulled off her jeans and her panties, quickly slipping on the puffy underwear. As Stephanie was placed in the Pull-Up, she had to admit that it did feel just like wearing regular panties, just a little bit thicker. She was given an affectionate swat on the rear and told to head outside. As she walked outside, she couldn’t help but feel a little bounce come back to her step. It wasn’t like she would have to use the Pull-Up. She would wear it, use the regular toilet, and maybe Mrs. Bendheim would let her wear the regular panties before the day was done.

As soon as Stephanie had left the door, Dannie appeared just a few feet away, motioning to her. At first she tried to cover her face, but it clear that nothing clicked in Danielle’s brain. She couldn’t possibly recognize Milly Damon as Jill Clooney, could she? Cautiously approaching, she tried out her toothy smile again, and got a smile back. Silently breathing a sigh of relief, Steph dashed up towards the older girl.

“Hiya Dannie! What is it?” Stephanie was feeling confident, but she realized her terrible mistake just seconds later. How in the world could Milly Damon know Danielle Ruby if they had never met? But, for reasons unknown to her, Dannie simply replied, “Hey squirt! Your mom asked me to show you around the school, your step-sister being my brother’s boyfriend and all.” Unbelievable! Her mother had really thought of everything. Steph couldn’t imagine how long Purity could have been cooking this up. She followed the now-older girl out of the kindergarten area and into the full-on playground.

Following Dannie around, she allowed herself to be shown all the parts of the school she had left years ago. Dannie pointed out who was cool, who was once cool, who could be cool, and who would be cool. The whole time, Stephanie was thinking, Man, I wish I had a Dannie on my first day. However, all good things must come to an end. After Dannie had finished showing her around, everything fell apart. Stopping by the playground after the trip around the yard, Dannie asked an innocent question: “Hey squirt, you got your Pull-Up on, right?” It was just Stephanie’s luck that the two were sitting right next to the 3rd grade’s biggest bully, Anthony Wilde.

“Oh, so ya got a diaper on, do ya new kid? How many times have you wet it today?” he shouted at the top of his lungs, poking her in the rear to feel the puff. Anthony was heard by Tony, who told Amanda, who told Kim, who told... well, you get it. Naturally, by the time the class was back inside listening to Mrs. Bendheim talk about the difference between a reptile and a mammal, she was getting poked, called names, and having jokes made about her. At lunch, her sandwich was replaced with baby food, and her carton of milk was replaced with a bottle. By the time the next recess came around, she was almost ready to cry her eyes out. Of course, it was also the point at which her pink pants were pulled down, revealing her Pull-Up.

Stephanie ran into the school sobbing, and hid in the bathroom until the bell rang. At that point, she immediately rushed into the classroom, waiting there until her ?classmates’ trickled in, followed seconds later by Mrs. Bendheim. She gave all of them a stern lecture on bullying (having heard about the incident from Dannie), then launched into Art. At first, Stephanie had a relatively good time painting a handful of pictures light-years ahead of her classmates, and was about to demonstrate her talent to Mrs. Bendheim when she was interrupted by the need to head to the bathroom. Despite her high hopes, she didn’t know that something sinister was about to happen...

(Back at the homestead...)

Things weren’t going well for Purity. Grace’s hand had apparently "gone tired from spankings" everytime her husband swore he would "get her back, bitch!" Faith had watched as her sister was tormented by the popular girls at the local high school. Stephanie was the failure. Her first plan, to use a special potion on the Pull-Up that would cause Stephanie to wet within an hour of eating or drinking failed when the potion itself as well as its equally potent scent was absorbed. Her failsafe, tasteless diuretics and laxitives in her sandwich, also failed. Purity couldn’t believe today’s kids could be so cruel! Not even her final guard had worked: Dannie. Yes, the girl had been helping Purity all along, with a promise that the same thing would soon happen to James. She couldn’t stand those comments about her accident back in first grade. Pulling up her sleeves, Purity knew she would have to resort to the witch’s ultimate weapon: pure magic. With a flick of her wrist, Stephanie would be getting a sweet surprise in just a little bit...

(Back at school...)

At first, the urge to go had just been a small pressure, but now it had turned into an unbearable weight. Stephanie attributed this feeling to her shrunken bladder, not realizing what had just been done to her. She waved her hand frantically, wishing Mrs. Bendheim would hurry up with that idiot who didn’t know how to make green. Suddenly, though, the pressure had gone. Putting her hand down contentedly, Stephanie sat for about 2 minutes before the realization suddenly came. Immediately dropping her paintbrush, she pulled the elastic on her skirt. The Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck Learning Designs had faded, replaced by a yellow stain.

Could she have... and how... but who... WHAT? How could she, a 16 year-old girl, have possibly wet a frickin’ diaper?! Yes, she wasn’t kidding herself anymore, this was just a thin, slightly larger, diaper. She immediately fast-walked over to Mrs. Bendheim, who had just instructed the idiot kid how to make orange. She was halfway there when there was another release of pressure, but this time Stephanie could feel the pee flow into her already wet Pull-Up, creating a dark spot on her jeans. Rushing over to Mrs. Bendheim, she could barely keep from bursting out in tears, instead simply hanging her head. The stain was clearly visible, and Mrs. Bendheim bustled into the coat room, leaving the student teacher to take charge.

"Your mommy is on the way honey," she said soothingly, closing her cell phone. It was already 3:00, so Purity had come to pick Stephanie up and take her home. Stephanie put on a sob act while Mrs. Bendheim was there, but as soon as Stephanie hopped into the car ("Back seat dear, you’re only 5"), the screaming started. Sucking in a mouthful of air, she ranted, "You bitch! You filthy whore! I ****ing hate you! How could you do that to your own daughter?! I fu-" Shooting her daughter a look, Purity waved her hand. Although Stephanie was still screaming, the sound would always die in her throat. Purity turned her eyes back to the road, Purity said sternly, "Stephanie, this is a lesson you should have learned a long time ago. Don’t forget that the spanking threat still stands." Purity released the spell, but Stephanie sat quietly during the rest of the ride home.

When they arrived, Stephanie was methodically changed into a clean skirt, as well as another Pull-Up. Stephanie watched some MTV (fortunately without the interference of her mother) until dinner was served a a couple of hours later. Walking in, Stephanie immediately noticed that in place of her usual chair, there sat a high chair. She sucked in another breath of air, but her mother gave a ’just kidding smile’ and quickly replaced it with the usual chair. After dinner ("no dessert until you eat your vegetables!), Stephanie was allowed to watch TV and browse the Internet for another 2 hours until she was put to bed after using the bathroom. She noticed her mother had been strangely nice since the ’accident,’ but she knew that wouldn’t last long.

Tucking Stephanie in, Purity said softly, "Have a good sleep, honey! It’s Easter tomorrow, and there’ll be a special surprise for you!" Stephanie’s eyes were wide open for another 2 hours until she finally drifted off to sleep.