Miss Agatha's School for Lost Sissies: Chapter 4

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, crossdressing, hypnosis, diaper filling, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

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“As I’m sure you can see for yourself, sissy attire is to be worn at all times when living within our walls,” said Kimmy gleefully, sucking in a lungful of air through her nose, “Feels like only yesterday I was running to class in these very same halls. It was such a rush for my young, sissy heart. Apologies for going on another nostalgic tangent.”

Nodding his head as his eyes darted back and forth from one hyper-frilly garment to the next, it was safe to say Mark stuck out like a sore thumb. “N-No, need to apologize,” he said, feeling himself sink down more and more with every odd glance, small giggle, and not-so-subtle whisper, “I take it they don’t see a lot of people dressed like me.” He attempted to laugh off the awkwardness of turning into an exhibit of masculinity for the sissy students to gawk at.

Patting Matt on the shoulder, Kimmy quickly put his worries at ease. “Maybe not dressed as casually as you are but we do have plenty of male staff members who don’t partake in sissydom. Teachers, Daddies, janitors, there’s a lot that needs to be done around here,” she said, reassuring Matt that not every man who wandered into this place left in a pair of panties…or worse.

Lightbulb!

Perhaps the mid-day class shift was the exact kind of distraction Matt was looking for to get away from Kimmy’s watchful eyes. He’d never be able to figure out if Jesse was trapped here somewhere so long as he was kept on a short leash. There had to be a school computer with a class roster in this building somewhere. He just needed to find it. “Um, excuse me. I know this will probably be an odd question but I don’t suppose there’s a men’s room around here,” he said, creating a scenario that was certain to get the two of them moving again.

“Hehe, yes and no. All bathrooms are gender-neutral in our school. I hope that’s no issue,” said Kimmy, casually waving Matt along as she began wading through the crowd of young sissies passing between classes.

Waiting for his moment, Matt allowed Kimmy and himself to get about halfway across the cafeteria before ducking down and making a 180-degree turn, with Kimmy none the wiser. It wouldn’t be long before she realized he was gone but by that point, he could be in an office scrolling through a list of names. If memory served, schools usually had attendance records kept in a front office of some kind, giving him at least something to go off of.

Matt exited the cafeteria, walking briskly and making sure not to look anyone in the eye. No longer did he have Kimmy’s protection. If a teacher stopped him and started asking questions, his visitor badge would only get him so far. Thankfully, the school’s front office was located adjacent to the cafeteria, though it appeared to be occupied by a woman who looked like she’d been plucked right out of a library and guarded by a lone, female security officer. Shifting his head side to side and cracking his neck, he ran his fingers through his hair, ready to turn up the charm. “Hello there…Denise,” he said, approaching the window for the front office with a suave smile as he read the name off of Denise’s nametag. He rested his elbow on the counter nonchalantly, “The name’s Detective Matthew Greene. I’m on a case involving a missing person report and have been given permission to review a list of all enrolled students.” He whipped out his wallet and briefly showed off the fake badge that he always kept on his person while also making sure his visitor’s badge was prominently visible to add credence to the official nature of his business. And while the last name, Greene, wasn’t one he was particularly fond of, keeping his name consistent was always a smart strategy.

Sadly, Denise appeared unmoved by his silver-tongued approach. “All persons requesting information on our student body must be accompanied by an administrator,” she said, her dead, fish eyes barely reacting to a word either of them said.

“Oh, c’mon. I just came from the administration, and I’d rather not walk aaaaall the way back just to bother some staff member who I’m sure has better things to be doing than breathing down my neck during an investigation. Can’t you look the other way this once? I can make it worth your while,” he said, refusing to back down from the challenge that this Denise lady was posing as he intentionally played with the wallet that was still in his hands.

Denise did not verbally respond to his under-the-table request, instead choosing to glance over at the security officer. Matt watched from the corner of his eye as the officer stood up from the spot on the wall she was leaning on and placed her hands on her belt. It was a pose he recognized all too well. Hitting a dead end, he raised his hands innocently and backed away, “Alright, alright. I’ll be back with an administrator. I’m sure they’ll be pleased to hear why they had to be dragged all the way over here,” he said, piling on the guilt in hopes of a last-second capitulation.

To Matt’s dismay, Denise was once again unaffected by his efforts, forcing him to retreat to the nearby hallway. He sighed as he stopped and leaned against one of the lockers, resting his head on the thin, metal panel. He needed to find a way into that office, one way or another. His friend's manhood depended on it.

“That was smooth.”

“GaAH!” shouted Matt momentarily as a familiar voice caught him by surprise. It was Marsha, the delinquent he’d had the unfortunate pleasure of running into only a few minutes prior. Recomposing himself, he stared down the adult schoolgirl, recognizing the predicament he now found himself in, “How much did you hear?”

Snickering, Marsha folded her arms and smirked. “Oh, I heard more than enough, detective,” she said, making it clear that she was not buying into his persona, “Ya know, if you need an administrator, maybe you shouldn’t ditch them in the cafeteria.” She’d obviously been watching him since the moment Kimmy sent her back to class.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” said Matt, doing what he always did when he’d been found out. Deny, deny, deny. As luck would have it, the bell started to ring immediately following his retort, loading him up with additional ammo, “Shouldn’t you be getting back to class anyway? I’m sure Miss Applebottom would hate to hear about another truancy.”

Unshaken by Matt’s obvious bluff, Marsha rolled her eyes. “Oh, give me a break. For starters, it’s Miss Applebaum, ya doink!” she asserted, pressing a finger into Matt’s chest, “Aaaaaand I just so happen to know of a way for you to get into that office, unless that is, you still don’t know what you’re talking about.” She mocked Matt’s voice as she repeated him near-verbatim.

While Matt wasn’t one to work with others, especially some untrustworthy delinquent girl. However, considering he had seldom few options, he knew he didn’t have the luxury of sticking his nose up at such an offer. “Not that I’m actually entertaining this…” he said, dropping his eye contact as he conceded the war of willpower to Marsha, “... but how would you do it?”

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“Hurry, we can hide in here,” said Marsha, waving Matt into a dimly lit room off to the side of the gymnasium, “We’re doing ballroom dance in P.E. right now so no one will be checking the equipment room anytime soon. You can relax in here.”

Matt took a seat on a stack of folded mats and let out a heavy sigh. To his surprise, it was the first time that somewhere in this school didn’t smell like a department store perfume counter had just thrown up all over it. Instead, all that was present was the stale scent of sweaty gym equipment. “Alright, you better start talking. I’ve barely been here for twenty minutes and this whole place stinks to high heaven,” he said, cursing his brain for making a smell pun right after thinking about scents.

“Oh, you just figured that out, did ya? Was it the draconian dress code or the fact that they wouldn’t let you keep your cell phone that tipped you off?” said Marsha, curiously looking Matt up and down as she laid against a big bag of jerseys “What are you doing here anyway? You’re clearly not interested in attending and you’re the only person in these walls that I know of who sees this place for the prison that it is.”

Glancing toward the door out of habit, Matt wasn’t sure he should entrust someone with his reasons for sneaking onto the school’s campus. As much as he hated to bring in civilians on cases, he couldn’t have been more out of his element, and having someone to help him navigate the school would be a big help toward his cause. “Promise to keep your lip zipped?” he asked, earning a rapid nod from Marsha as she leaned forward in her seat, “I’m a private detective, and I’m here to investigate a missing persons report.”

“Gasp! I knew it!” said Marsha, clapping her hands together excitedly, “Well, I didn’t know-know it but I knew from the moment I saw you that something was off-MMMF!”

Leaping to his feet and scurrying across the room, Matt placed a firm hand over Marsha’s big mouth. “Shhhhhh! I told you to keep it zipped!” he whisper-yelled, prompting yet another eye roll from Marsha.

Normally, Marsha would say something snarky or brutish to anyone bold enough to cover her mouth like that. However, she was too enthralled by the mystery at hand to care that her personal bubble had been invaded. “Detective? Missing person?! This is all so cool!” she said, keeping her energetic shouts to as much of a minimum as she possibly could, “Please, please, please let me help you. I know this school like the back of my hand and can get you in and out of anywhere.”

Continuing to fight for control over Marsha’s jabbering lips, Matt frantically responded, “Yes, yes, I wouldn’t have brought it up if I wasn’t going to ask. Now, will you please be quiet?!” Thankfully, his words seemed to do the trick as the delinquent sissy sucked her lips inward and nodded happily. “Good. Now then, first things first. How exactly are you going to get me into that front office?”

TO BE CONTINUED…

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