Tale #68: A Visit to the Changing Table

Tale #68: A Visit to the Changing Table (Part 2 to 'Not That Special') (Content Tags: Ongoing story, slice of life, semi-realistic, perceived as stupid, school setting, messy briefs, forced diapering, humiliation) Ryan's mismatched school day hadn't gotten any better. Less than twenty minutes into this class reassignment and he'd already had to watch a kid crap in his diaper and had been a suspect for said soiled pants. Things weren't about to get any better either, with the student aid getting the teacher's attention. Ms. Scott had taken Sam by the hand to go get him changed, which unfortunately for anyone diapered in this class, did not include much privacy. The large changing table, which Ryan hadn't really noticed when he came in, was in the back of the classroom, but it was still completely out in the open. The woman got the large boy to get up on the table with the help of some steps on the side, and then she proceeded to pull off the loose-fitting pants that he'd been wearing. Ryan was still shocked that he was in a classroom that actually had someone dumb enough to still be in diapers, and once he caught a glimpse of that diaper, it made him feel even smaller. He looked away, but he could hear the tapes being ripped on the garment, and then he could hear the teacher baby-talk to the dimwit about what a big mess he'd made. It made Ryan blush to be associated with a classmate of that caliber, and then it made him begin to question how many other kids in here were like that. He decided to go ahead and just ask, so he turned to Bobby, who had gone back to mining the inside of his nose. "Hey, uh, Bobby...So is everyone, um, like *him*?" The third grader tilted his head, "Like Sammy?" "Uh, yeah...Like him. I mean, like...Diapers and stuff. I mean, you don't wear them too, do you?" Bobby looked offended by the insinuation, "Nuh-uh! I haven't worn diapees or even Pull-Ups for a whole year! I barely have potty accidents at all any more!" Far be it from Ryan to devalue the pride associated with that accomplishment; Ryan had only stopped having accidents in second grade, with a few outlier occurrences after that. In his case though, besides Goodnites for bedwetting, he hadn't worn a diaper since preschool! It was a totally foreign concept to still be wearing them at *this* age. "Uh, right...But what about the other kids in here?" He refocused the question, finding that Bobby was probably only a few years behind, instead of a decade like Sam. "I'll tell you about everyone!" Bobby chirped, excited to be allowed to prattle and show off his knowledge. He started by pointing a finger at the other kid that looked around Ryan's age: "Dat's Dennis! He's kinda mean, so I don't play with him. He's been in big boy undies since forever, and he never has any accidents! I think he's eleven like you!" Next to get a finger pointed at them was the only girl in the class: "Dat's Tina. She's bossy and a tattletale. If she wants you to play then you better do it! She's never had any accidents in her pants either. She just turned ten a couple months ago." So far the lineup was a mixed bag to Ryan; it sounded as if most of the kids weren't like Sam at all, but it also sounded like they were obnoxious to be around. At the very least, it revived Ryan's hope that his peers were similarly disadvantaged in the way that he was, rather than walking stereotypes of what SPED was. "Dat boy's name is Zack, and he's nine. He's got undies like me and almost never has potty problems. He's really funny; he's got all kinds of jokes about Sammy!" "Okay...So, is Sam the only one who's dumb enough to be in diapers?" Bobby looked a little unhappy about how the question was framed, perhaps since he had only had 'big boy undies' for a short time. He shook his head, "Nuh-uh, I was gettin' to dat. Sammy is da' biggerest baby, but Timmy and Joshy also gots diapees." He directed Ryan's attention to the bubbly second grade boy, and then shifted his accusatory finger to the kindergarten aged boy with his thumb in his mouth. "Timmy is seven, but he's like a baby, like Sammy. He really likes stinky diapees. Joshy is five, an' he is more of a big boy, but he won't use da' potty an' he's a big scaredy-cat." Three kids in diapers, and four kids who weren't. That still wasn't a very good ratio to Ryan, but it was better than what he had feared might be the case. With his own inclusion, at least until things got sorted, that would mean a greater majority were without such an embarrassment. At least he thought that'd be the case, but once the teacher brought a 'freshened up' Sam back to the group, she was then turning her attention to Ryan. "Could you stand up for me, Ryan?" That question had been used to check his pants earlier, but now he was hoping that it meant that he'd be leaving. The teacher must have realized that he didn't really belong in this type of special ed class! Without argument, he stood up and faced the woman, but she didn't come with good news. Instead, she put her hand on his shoulder and bent down; with one quick motion, she tugged his shorts down in front of the whole class. Zack and Tina started to laugh at the sight of his superhero printed underpants, especially at the unsightly brown stains that were left on the seat from his mediocre hygiene. Ms. Scott clicked her tongue, "Uh-oh! That's not right... Did someone sneak into school this morning with their little brother's underwear on?" Ryan blinked, totally confused by the bizarre accusation. What was she talking about? Why would she insinuate something like that? "H-huh? N-no! These are mine!" The woman forced him to step out of his shorts and began to lead him to the back of the room with his stained briefs on display. "We don't tell fibs in this class, Ryan. Your student file was very clear about your potty problems." Ryan cringed at that; his student file must have never reflected the resolution of his earlier accidents. He'd had a *lot* of them, mostly poopy ones, up through second grade; beyond that, he'd even had a few between third grade and fifth grade, though those had become rarer and rarer as he got older. As of today, he hadn't pooped his pants in nearly a year, and he hadn't wet the bed for at least six months either. "N-no, I'm not lying! I don't have problems with making it to the bathroom anymore! That was when I was little!" The teacher didn't have him use the steps to get up on the table, probably since he was a great deal lighter than Sam; she hoisted him up by his armpits with a grunt and seated him on the same changing table that a dirty diaper had just been taken care of. "Well, if that was the truth, then I'm sure your last school would have made a note of it. For today though, I have to go off of what they told me, and that means we need to get you in some protection!" Ryan watched in horror as the woman knelt down to open the cabinet of the changing table. "I'll have to talk to your mommy and daddy about getting some of your diapers stored in here, but today you can borrow one from Sam; it might be a little big on you, but Joshy and Timmy's diapers would definitely be too small..." What a nightmare this was! Not only was he being associated with these idiots, but he was going to have to dress like them too? His eyes bugged out at the sight of the white rectangle that the teacher was beginning to unfurl. His emotions were raised and his ability to regulate himself was shot, but instead of a meltdown, he reacted in a way that he hadn't since second grade. He pooped himself. Ryan didn't even realize that it had happened; he'd been sitting there in stunned shock, and he'd been overwhelmed to such a degree, that a warm solid had squeezed itself into his briefs without any input or awareness from him. It wasn't as sizable as what Sam had deposited, but it was large enough to be considered an accident. Since those signals were all being veiled by his panic, he remained blissfully unaware of the dump in his underoos, and instead was focused on convincing the woman that he wasn't some inept dummy like these other kids. "M-miss...I really, really don't need to wear those! Please! I haven't worn diapers since I was still in preschool! I don't have potty accudents anymore!" The teacher placed the open diaper on the table and put her hand on Ryan's chest to ease him onto his back. Once she began to lift up his legs to slide the diaper underneath him was when she realized that he had just lied to he "Oh? Then why did you make a poopie in your underwear young man? That looks like a potty accident to me." "H-huh? I didn't do that!" "Oh, really? Then what's this?" She asked, using one hand to press against the warm bulge that the sudden stooling had made. It squished against Ryan and he had the late realization that he'd indeed crapped his pants. His mind flashed back to second grade, and then back to preschool, as all the humiliating accidents were no longer behind him, but underneath him instead. The boy wanted to cry from the sheer embarrassment of it, but the wetness didn't come from his eyes, but from a small yellow stain that'd just grown in the front of his briefs. "Looks like you were fibbing, Ryan. That's a big no-no. If you fib about going potty in your pants, then you don't get the privilege of wearing pants, so that everyone can see if you've had an accident. You're new here, so consider that your first and only warning." The woman pulled the soiled briefs off of him and placed them on the table beside him, as if it was a dirty diaper that had just been balled up. Ryan was confronted by the sight and it made him shut down; he no longer had the energy to fight against being put in a diaper, at least not right now. It was a bizarre experience to be cleaned and changed; it was familiar enough, since he still had memories of wearing diapers as a little kid, but also alien since he hadn't experienced such a ritual in many years. His accidents in undies before this had always been either his own problem to deal with or he'd been standing up while getting wiped down. With his butt clean, the woman generously powdered the boy and taped the diaper tautly against him. As she said, it was big on him and it went up past his bellybutton, but it was the only realistic option available; the alternative would be a diaper that would be too tight or that had no chance at properly fitting. During the diapering, the aide had brought his shorts back to him, so that the teacher could fully dress him. "...There we go. I'll just bag these undies up for you to take home; I'm sure your parents can launder them for your brother." Ryan decided not to correct her this time by explaining that his little brother was in a totally different size; explaining things hadn't really been helping him that much since he'd gotten here. As much as he hated to admit it, he may just have to grin and bear whatever happened today, and then he could get things corrected when he got home. It sounded easy enough. His parents surely wouldn't want him to languish in a dimwitted den of debauchery such as this; he may be in need of special help, but this school clearly didn't have anything for his specific level of needs. They only had either 'totally normal and neurotypical' or 'intellectually challenged' to the point of pantspooping. It'd be preferable to struggle in the regular sixth grade class without any accommodations than to mindlessly breeze by whatever counted for schoolwork in here! There may be some somewhat normal kids in here, but that would still mean sharing a class with someone like Sammy, and that just wasn't acceptable to Ryan. With shorts back on to cover the cumbersome diaper, Ryan got lifted back off the table and onto the ground. Whatever first impressions he'd hoped to make, that'd been wrecked, since everyone in the room had just watched him get his muddy butt wiped clean and then get taped into a diaper. Even if nearly half the room was padded, the half that wasn't would likely view *him* as the idiot here. First impressions would already be ruined, though by a smaller measure, for sixth grade once he returned. All the kids in his grade had seen him get transferred, and they must have known who Ms. Scott was, since there had been giggling and murmuring. So when he returned, he would have to put in a lot of work to make them forget about the first day! There was still the issue of the student aide though. The girl looked to be around his age, which meant that outside the time she spent helping here, she would be in the class that he wanted to return to. She would know that he'd soiled himself on the changing table, and that he'd been made to wear a diaper! Ryan would have to make a special effort today to convince the girl that he wasn't 'special' like the other kids in here, so that when he went to the *right* class tomorrow, she wouldn't badmouth him to the other kids. It didn't help that she was kind of cute and she made Ryan's tummy flutter; it definitely made things a lot more mortifying for him. The teacher ushered him back to the mat and had him sit down with a crinkle. Sam was staring at him again, and Bobby was looking less excited to be his immediate neighbor now. There was some sting to that, for the lispy third-grader to think himself too good to befriend an older kid that happened to be wearing a diaper now. In Bobby's case, that was probably because out of the 'non-padded' kids, he was both the youngest and the one who had most recently been padded himself. It was self-preservation for his own ego, and for the new social status that he had as an 'undies' kid. The other kids on the floor were casting looks at him too, though not all with the same expressions attached. Some looked visibly bemused, while others looked happy to have another boy that was like 'them'. "Now that we've got all the stinky diapers changed, why don't we get started on our first activity this morning? I'll split you up into two groups of four and we'll start having some fun learning!" The teacher tapped at her chin, first looking like she was going to do the grouping by the most embarrassing taxonomy possible: diapers and undies. To her credit, and to the fortune of Ryan's pride, she decided to blend the groups more evenly. "Dennis, Bobby, Timmy, and Sam will be our first group." The woman directed, pointing a finger at each one as she said their name. Bobby looked happy to be paired with Dennis, since he was the 'cool' kid in here, but Dennis himself looked annoyed that'd his group would comprise of the two most mushbrained kids in the class and one of the most obnoxious. "Tina, Zack, Ryan, and Joshy will be our second!" Ryan looked around at his group members and decided he was getting off easy. Tina and Zack both looked normal enough, and while Josh looked like an oversized toddler, he looked like the quiet type. Definitely better than getting grouped up with someone as brainless as Sam or Timmy, or as annoying as Bobby. "Everyone get into your group and we'll get started. Then afterwards we'll have our morning break for anyone who needs to go potty or anyone who will need a visit to the changing table." Ryan would need to make sure that another visit to the changing table was something that didn't happen to him. He had a lot to prove today, to multiple people, and slipping up would be a fatal mistake for the future of his academic placement.