Miss Agatha's School for Lost Sissies: Chapter 3

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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*BLOOOOOOOOOOORRRRT!!!*

Standing in the doorway of a full classroom with his jaw hanging slack, Matt’s brain was firing on all cylinders trying to make sense of what he was seeing, hearing, and, unfortunately, smelling. He plugged his nose as his eyes honed in on the source of the rotten odor; that being one of the many adult sissy babies loading their diaper with a fresh onslaught of runny mush. They then proceeded to paw at their padding through their sprawled out skirt and petticoats, giggling and huffing heavily all the while.

“It’s quite something, isn’t it, Mr. Greene?” said Kimmy, taking zero notice of Matt’s lackluster reaction as she gazed upon the glory of Miss Agatha’s school, “‘From the smallest of sissy babies to the mightiest of doms, I welcome sissies of all kinds into my school.’ That was the promise Miss Agatha made the day she opened this very institution. To think, before the School for Lost Sissies existed, all these poor souls would’ve been stranded aimlessly across the globe. Now, they have a place where they can feel loved and accepted and- Oh, sorry, I’m sure you already know all this from your research and are just chomping at the bit to ask me some questions.”

Burying his confusion and general abhorrence, Matt fixed the most confident smile he could possibly muster on his face. If he wasn’t looking for a quick exit before, he certainly was now. “Oh…oh, yes. So, so, so many questions,” he said, blinking rapidly as he struggled to maintain his composure, “W-Why? Sorry, I mean, why would someone choose to be treated like an infant?”

“Heh, a bit of a broad question there. Personally, I enjoy diapers for pleasure rather than as a Little Space thing but that’s just me. These cuddly babs are brought in from the nursery building as volunteers for students on the caregiver track. If it’s alright with the instructor, I’m sure they’d be happy to let you interview a few of the students,” said Kimmy, unaware of how much she was short-circuiting Matt’s vanilla mind.

It took every ounce of restraint in Matt’s body not to look down at Kimmy’s waist as she admitted to enjoying diapers. Just how crazy was everyone in this place? Diapers? Little Space? Pleasure? It didn’t compute. “I-I think I’ll be okay,” he stuttered, his feet angling back toward the hallway, “If it’s all the same, I think I’d like to speak to some of the more…coherent students.” He glanced over at one of the nearby babs, gritting his teeth as he listened to them babble nonsense.

“Okie! Suit yourself,” said Kimmy, taking no offense to Matt’s obvious disdain. Guiding her guest through the halls of the school once more, she couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy to be back in the heart of her alma mater. It seemed like only yesterday that she was quitting college to start her new life here. Despite being the head of guest services, she rarely got the chance to go back into the main school building as she was often too busy showing off the flashier amenities.

Meanwhile, Matt was having the opposite experience. He dreaded every classroom he passed, witnessing a wide variety of ongoing sissy courses. From simple classes such as sewing and painting to a seminar on chastity and a lecture on proper rope play, it was impossible to put his finger on what exactly the purpose of this school was. Realizing he’d been quiet for too long, he quickly came up with another question, “So, uh, how many students are in this school? And are they all adults?”

“We house nearly ten thousand students here and we’re expected to double that by the end of this decade,” said Kimmy proudly, as she guided Matt through a set of double doors and into what seemed to be a standard-looking cafeteria, “And while I’m sure there are plenty of budding sissies who would love to attend, we only accept students over 18 into our midst.”

Matt’s eyes practically bugged out of his skill as he heard Kimmy drop a ten-grand bomb. That was more than some colleges! With that many people congregating in one area, it was shocking that such a massive campus had gone under the radar. Well, shocking was one word for it. In Matt’s line of work, he preferred the term suspicious.

“Wow, that’s quite a number! This place must’ve had one heck of an ad campaign to attract so many new students so quickly,” he said, choosing his words very deliberately. After all, he couldn’t very well ask, “Hey, why are there so many students being kept under lock and key here? Awfully strange, don’t you think?” He had to be tactical to get the information he wanted, “The local town nearby must be furious. Not to imply anything but it’s not like the infrastructure of the area is built for this many people.”

For the first time all day, Kimmy raised a subtle eyebrow Matt’s way, keeping it subdued enough so as not to tip him off. “Oh, they don’t mind us much. With all there is to do on campus, it’s pretty rare for someone to request to go into town. I can assure you, our student body is more than happy to stay within our walls,” she said, triggering the emergency lights in Matt’s brain. He’d been curious about this since passing through the school's double-barricaded entrance, and now he had his answer. If students had to request to go into a dinky, nearby town, then the students at this school were not allowed to come and go as they pleased.

“Hey! What are you doing out of class?!”

Snapping out of his mental deliberations, Matt spotted a lone sissy wearing an all-black dress enter the cafeteria before trying to take cover as she spotted him and Kimmy. Tragically, they were nowhere near fast enough to get away. “Marsha Marie Taylor! Get your butt back here this instant,” said Kimmy, harshly pointing at the floor in front of her.

Sighing and rolling her eyes, Marsha re-entered the cafeteria with her arms crossed and a scowl plastered across her mug. Matt needed no introduction to know exactly what kind of girl this was. As it turned out, even a sissy school had its fair share of delinquents. “Yeah, what?” she said, she said nonchalantly as if she’d done absolutely nothing wrong.

“What? I’ll tell you what, missy,” said Kimmy, straightening her stance a bit as the taller sissy approached her, “No hall pass yet again, that’s what. And I happen to know for a fact that this is not your first time cutting class. I’m sure your tutor, Mrs. Applebaum would not be pleased by yet another unexcused absence.” She raised her eyebrows condescendingly, smirking as she name-dropped the one person who could get Marsha to balk.

Clinging to her uncaring attitude, Marsha responded, “Whatever,” despite knowing the harsh punishment she’d be facing if she got caught again, “Just send me to the re-ed room already and be done with it. I don’t need the lecture.”

Kimmy pinched the bridge of her nose, flabbergasted by Marsha’s refusal to reconcile. Part of her wanted to throw the book at this little troublemaker. However, as someone who grew up an angsty, self-entitled brat herself, she wanted to see Marasha better herself as she did. “Fine, I’ll spare you the lecture AND keep this little incident on the down-low if you march yourself back to class right this second,” she said, emphasizing her decision by pointing to the hallway Marsha had emerged from.

“Pssssh, sounds good to me,” said Marsha, shrugging as she turned around and marched back toward the hallway without another word. She did stop for a brief moment, though, as her eyes centered on Matt. She looked him up and down before scoffing and shaking her head on the way out the door.

Once Marsha was no longer in earshot, Kimmy let out a deep groan as she leaned against the wall. “Ugh! I hate being the bad guy,” she said, her kind-hearted nature proving a difficult factor to overcome when it came to the subject of discipline.

“Y-yeah, it must be hard,” said Matt, trying to be as sympathetic as possible to Kimmy’s plight while his mind was in the process of moving the direness of the situation up to Defcon 1. “The re-ed room.” That’s what that Marsha girl said. In his heart of hearts, he knew that could only mean one thing. Re-education.

No longer was Matt looking to flee from this place. He’d seen and heard all he needed to know. This place was bringing men in and re-educating them to be well-behaved sissies, potentially against their will. If Jesse was among them, there’s no way he could abandon him in such a vile place. But first, he’d need to confirm he was here somehow, and before he could do that, he’d need to find some way to get out from under Kimmy’s thumb.

*RIIIIIIIIIING!*

Suddenly, a long, ear-piercing sound ripped through the halls of the school, followed swiftly by a cacophony of voices. “Oh, what timing! Looks like second-period classes are just ending,” said Kimmy seconds before dozens of students began to file into the cafeteria, all of whom were dressed in a variety of sissy attire. It was frilly dresses, flouncy skirts, and big, poofy hairstyles as far as the eye could see.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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