"Please lift your skirt and show the group what’s underneath, Lisa."
The classroom fell silent. Lisa’s fingers trembled as she pinched the hem of her pink tutu, her cheeks already flushed with embarrassment. She wasn’t like the other girls in Bunny Class—most of them wore pull-ups, thin and discreet, easy to hide under their little skirts. But not Lisa. Not anymore.
Her teacher, Miss Harper, stood with her arms crossed, her voice sweet but firm. "Go on, dear. We’re all friends here."
Lisa swallowed hard, her pacifier bobbing between her lips. She knew what was under her skirt. She knew everyone would see. But she also knew she didn’t have a choice.
With a shaky breath, she lifted the layers of tulle, revealing the thick, crinkly bulk of her diaper. It was white, adorned with building blocks and already a faint yellow, proof she’d used it at least once today. The plastic backing rustled loudly as she shifted, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
A few giggles erupted from the girls still in pull-ups. "Eww, Lisa, you’re such a baby!" one teased, her own pull-up barely visible under her shirt.
Lisa’s face burned. She wanted to argue, to say she wasn’t a baby, that she didn’t want to wear this. But the words died in her throat. Because deep down, she knew the truth. She had wet herself during storytime. She had needed the extra thickness, the security of something that wouldn’t leak when she forgot to use the potty. And worst of all, she liked how it felt. The way it hugged her, the way it made her waddle when she walked, the way it reminded her she didn’t have to worry about accidents anymore.
Miss Harper smiled, stepping closer. "Very good, Lisa. Now, let’s all clap for Lisa for being such a brave girl."
The class clapped half-heartedly, some girls whispering behind their hands. Lisa let her skirt fall, her fingers curling into the fabric. She could feel the warmth between her legs, the way the padding had already started to sag with use. She shifted again, and the crinkle was even louder this time.
"Lisa has been doing so well with her unpotty training," Miss Harper announced, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "She doesn’t even need the potty anymore, do you, dear?"
Lisa shook her head, her pacifier slipping from her mouth. "N-no, Miss Harper."
"Good girl." The teacher patted her head like she was a toddler. "And because you’re such a good little girl now, you’ll be moving to the Chicks Class tomorrow."
Lisa’s stomach dropped. Chicks Class? That was for the girls who were even more regressed, the ones who wore diapers all the time, who got changed on the table in front of everyone, who didn’t even try to use the potty anymore. Some of them couldn’t even walk anymore!
Her eyes stung. "B-but I don’t wanna…"
"Lisa," Miss Harper’s voice was sharp now, cutting her off. "This is not up for discussion. You need this." She gestured to Lisa’s diaper. "You’re already using it like a good girl."
Lisa’s bottom lip wobbled. She could feel it, the warmth expanding into the diaper. She had used it again, just a little, while she was standing there. Without noticing.
A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Aw, don’t cry, Lisa," Miss Harper cooed, but there was no real sympathy in her voice. "You’ll love Chicks Class. And who knows? Maybe you’ll even make some new friends who also like filling their diapers."
The class giggled again. Lisa’s hands clenched into fists. She wanted to scream, to run, to prove she wasn’t just a baby. But then her belly cramped, and she gasped, her knees pressing together.
The mushiness spread between her legs, thick and embarrassing. The diaper did its job, swelling around her, the scent of baby powder barely masking what she’d done. Lisa’s face burned as she realized, everyone could see it. The way her diaper sagged, the way she instinctively rocked her hips.
Miss Harper didn’t even bat an eye. "Oh dear. Looks like someone’s ready for a change." She turned to the class. "Lisa certainly filled her diaper, didn’t you, sweetheart?"
Lisa nodded miserably, fresh tears streaming down her face.
"Good girl," Miss Harper said again, patting her head. "Tomorrow, you’ll be with the other Chicks. And I’m sure you’ll fit right in."
Lisa didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Because as much as she hated it, as much as she wanted to be anywhere else, she knew Miss Harper was right.
