Diaper U, Chapter Two

Rachel’s grin as she loomed over Daniel was downright chesherian, but he tried not to let it phase him.

He tried.

“Welcome to Alphabeta,” she declared. “I give you a week before you drop out.”

Staring back up to her, Daniel tried to forget that she’d seen him naked. It didn’t help his confidence much to remember being wedgied, hoisted, and pantsed in the hall. “I’m going to be the only thing people remember this school for, by the time I’m done.”

Her grin widened. “We’ll see. Let’s give you the tour, spark.”

It’d been a couple days since the exams, but Daniel hadn’t been on campus since then. He’d been home, getting the list of supplies he was expected to bring and generally getting ready for a year of university.

Now he was back, and the prefect, Rachel, apparently had plans. She’d ambushed him on the way to the university dorms, while he got his bearings. The dormitory halls weren’t quite as grand as the entrance, but the floor was still polished marble and the walls were old hardwood stained a deep, rich brown. The design made him think of wisdom, patience, and virtue, and was at odds with Rachel’s plain malice.

Her introduction out of the way, she began walking down the hall, she barely looked back his way to see if he was following. “I see you’re not in uniform yet.”

“Well, yeah,” Daniel conceded, looking down at his plain pants and T-shirt. “I thought uniforms were provided? The welcome letter said I wouldn’t need to purchase them.”

Rachel snorted with amusement, drawing the attention of a few girls walking the other way. “They’re conjured. You can do a basic conjuring, right?”

Daniel hesitated. “Well sure, but…”

“But what, Mr. Hotshot?”

Rubbing at the back of his neck, Daniel avoided her glare as they turned down a hall, down a narrower corridor away from the bulk of the rooms. “The dean said I have to get your permission before I cast any spells outside of class, until my detention is clear. So, may I, uh…”

Rachel scratched her chin, drawing out a long hmmm. “No.”

“But–”

“I’ll conjure them for you. I can’t trust you not to have any accidents,” she said, putting a particular emphasis on the last word.

“Why’d you say it like that?” Daniel asked, frowning.

She tilted her head and cast a glance over her shoulder at him, turning down one of the long halls. “Like what?”

Daniel shrugged. “Like you were telling a joke that I don’t get.”

Rather than answer directly, she pivoted subjects. “Do you know the real secret to magical power?”

“Mental control,” Daniel answered immediately. “Raw strength doesn’t matter, you need finesse. Merlin with an ounce of magic could outdo most wizards with a ton.”

“BEEP, wrong,” Rachel replied, mimicking the sound of a buzzer. “It’s politics. You’ll never get anywhere if your community doesn’t respect you.”

“Oookay,” Daniel said. “Why?”

“Where are we?” she asked, changing pace again.

Daniel didn’t have trouble keeping up, but he was getting confused about her eventual point. “I think this is the prefect’s dorm area?”

“That’s right,” Rachel said. “It’s segregated from the main student body. We get bigger rooms, and private rooms. For us, it’s a privilege, a status symbol that we earned. For you, though…”

“I’m getting a private room because I’m a guy,” Daniel finished. “Okay. I guess that makes sense.”

“And?”

“And for me, it’s isolation. It’ll push me apart, instead of helping me network.” Daniel guessed. He wasn’t worried about the separation–he came here to learn, not to make friends–but he understood why Rachel was gloating about it if she really thought politicking was that important.

“BEEP,” Rachel repeated. “For you, it’s detention. Until you’re out of trouble, you’re grounded. You’re out of your room to eat, attend classes, and otherwise complete your duties as a student. Otherwise–you’ll be in your room.”

“Ah.” That sounded…annoying. “What if I need something from the library?”

“You’ll get permission,” Rachel beamed. “You can walk there, and back.”

Daniel shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. Two months isn’t that long.”

“Again, we’ll see.” Rachel stopped in front of a door, which had Daniel’s name on the placard on front. “Would you like to see your room?”

Without bothering to answer, Daniel stepped past her and pushed open the door.

It took a second for him to comprehend the room’s decor, and another second for the full meaning of the detention to crystalize in his brain.

The room was sparsely furnished. A large chest sat on the right, a padded tabletop against the wall, and the bed had high bars raised up around it. Above the mattress hung a spinning mobile with small stuffed animals dangling from the threads. Not a bed. A crib.

And that was it. The walls were painted pastel blue, with blotches of white paint to emulate clouds.

“Starting to realize what you stepped in, spark?” Rachel asked, stepping in behind him.

“Uh…”

“And if you try to sneak out, I’ll know,” Rachel added, pointing and turning his attention to one last addition, just above the door. A little white device, about the size of a baseball, with a little lens on the front…

“Is that a baby monitor?” Daniel asked.

“Mhmm. To make sure you can’t try to get in trouble,” she said, leaning an arm on his shoulder. “Now, I think it’s time we get you into uniform, so you’ve got time to unpack before today’s assembly.”

“Ok. Just conjure the clothes, and I’ll–” Daniel frowned at Rachel’s giggling response. “What?”

She stepped forward, turning to face him. “You know you don’t get privacy, right? Even if I did leave, I’d still see everything.”

“Sure, but it’s–” Daniel started.

“And besides,” Rachel added. “This way is so much more fun.”

Taking her wand from within her school vest, Rachel raised it, and before Daniel could object, she pointed the device at him and gave it a swish-flick of incantation.

One at a time from the head down, his clothes began to change. A tall, pointed hat flopped onto his head. Two black ribbons appeared in his hair, and the shirt on his back poofed out of existence, replaced by a white top with a large red plaid bow on the chest, over which a light tan long-sleeve jacket came into existence.

His boxers and pants vanished completely, replaced only by a matching plaid miniskirt that barely afforded any modesty. And, to cap it all off, his socks extended suddenly in length, climbing up above his knees and capping off with lace, transmuted into cotton stockings.

“Hey!” Daniel objected, reaching to pull down the edge of his skirt, fearful that Rachel might see beneath it.

“Please, spark,” she rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen everything you’ve got down there, and it’s nothing any girl is going to get excited over glimpsing.”

“Why don’t I have underwear?” Daniel demanded. “That’s definitely part of the uniform!”

She smirked.

“What?” Daniel shot, letting go of his skirt. “What’s so funny?”

“You still haven’t figured it out, have you?” Rachel asked. “That’s precious.”

“Just tell me for crap’s sake!” Daniel demanded. “What’s the big funny secret?”

“Let’s see,” Rachel said. “You’re not allowed in any girls-only spaces–and this school wasn’t built with any boy spaces in mind–and even if there were, I already said you can only go to places you have to for your studies. I didn’t conjure you any big boy pants, and your room is a little baby nursery. So what, exactly, do you think the joke is?”

He blinked. “Wait, no. You can’t be serious.”

Rachel laughed. “Sure you don’t want to quit yet, potty pants?”

Daniel started to shake his head. Before he could so much as complete the gesture, a flick of Rachel’s wand tossed him into the air, spinning awkwardly until she placed him on the table–which he realized, now, was a changing table.

With a flourish of magic, she opened the chest, and from within, an assault of diaper changing supplies flew. Wipes that shot up beneath his skirt, cleaning him without any thought for modesty or just how cold the wipes were, eliciting a shocked yelp from Daniel. A second later, the wipes flew away, replaced by a choking cloud of baby powder that dusted him down from waist to thigh.

And then… “Wait!” Daniel yelped, but Rachel didn’t listen. A thick, puffy diaper with witches hats in a strip down the center flew up between his legs. The padding was bulky enough to force his legs apart a little, and when the tapes secured themself around his waist, he felt a little spark of magic.

Rachel lowered her wand. “Let me know when you need a changie-poo, spark,” she said.

“What?” Daniel pushed himself up to a sitting position, out of breath and shocked. “I can change myself! I mean–I don’t even need diapers!”

Rachel turned to the door, but glanced over her shoulder to give him one last parting comment. “I convinced the dean that, given your track record of ignoring the rules, we couldn’t trust you to keep your didees on. The tapes are tamper-proof, and if you try to counterspell the magic, trust me–you won’t like the results. It’s not like there’s a potty for you to use anyways, so you’d best get used to it.” Her grin spreading, she added, “This isn’t part of your detention, Mr Big Powerful Wizard. You want to study at Alphabeta? You’ll be tinkling in your diapers the whole while.”

She slammed the door behind her, and Daniel could hear her strutting away down the hall.

He sat there on his changing table, stunned.

One thing was certain–Rachel wasn’t done coming up with ways to make his school experience hell. She wanted him gone, and this was just a taste of how she’d bend the rules to push him out.

And, another thing.

Daniel hated bullies, and he’d deal. If Rachel wanted to humiliate him, he’d suck it up, take his lumps, and come out the other side a better wizard for it.

As he built his confidence back up, Rachel’s voice crackled through the baby monitor. “You may leave your room to go to the assembly in thirty minutes. Until then, you’d better stay put, spark. I’m watching.”