The College Bully (Short #8)

“Watch where you’re going,” Rose snapped, spinning to wheel on the mousy girl who’d all but plowed into her in the hall.

The girl made a squeaking noise, looking up from her phone in shock. “S-sorry! I didn’t–um–”

“What are you, a freshman?” Rose demanded. The girl nodded meekly, avoiding Rose’s gaze. “Well, newsflash for you, this isn’t baby school anymore. You need to watch where you’re going and not step on any toes.”

“B-baby school?” the girl stammered, eyes widening and cheeks flushing.

Rose smirked. She’d been looking for an excuse to let out a little frustration, but this girl made it too easy. “Yeah. I guess you didn’t hear, but freshmen are still expected to use the potty like grown-ups–you can use the potty, right?” She sniffed, and her eyes widened. “Geez, you even smell like baby powder.’

The girl’s blush deepened. “I don’t–I’m not a baby?”

The fact that it came off as a question did little to improve Rose’s view of the girl. She was a pushover. If Rose didn’t toughen her up a bit, someone else would. “I bet you still sleep with a teddy at night, huh? Wishing for your mommy?”

The girl actually nodded. Like a shark sniffing blood, Rose moved in for the kill.

“Oh yeah? And don’t try to pretend like you don’t wear widdle baby diapers,” she continued. This girl would admit to anything, and–

And she nodded again!

Rose laughed. “I’ll bet you…do.”

She glanced down, and her laughter trailed off.

She could see an elastic waistband poking out of the girl’s jeans. This little mousy pushover actually was wearing a diaper.

“Wait a minute,” Rose said, reaching out and snatching the girl’s purse away.

“Hey, n-no!” the girl stammered, but she didn’t even try to stop her.

Rose looked at the ID card–her name was Penny, apparently–and then fished through it. Sure enough, she found another diaper, decorated with a babyish print of an alligator and number blocks, as well as an honest-to-goodness pacifier.

Wheeling on her, Rose held it up. “What is this?”

“My…um, my pacifier,” Penny admitted.

“Um.” Rose didn’t know what to say. This girl was practically begging for a wedge, but she couldn’t give someone a wedgie with a diaper. “Uh…”

Penny reached out and took her purse back. “I…gotta go change back into panties, I’ve got a track meet soon,” she said.

Rose stared slackjawed. “Wait, hold on. You don’t have to wear diapers?”

“No,” Penny said, smirking shyly at Rose’s reaction. “It’s fun. You should try it some time–you might smell better, too.”

She turned and walked away, looking no less upset or distraught than she had when she walked into Rose.

Rose stared after her, confused.

What the hell was that?

She couldn’t let this go without answers. Running after Penny, she caught up. “Hold on.”

“I’m going to be late,” Penny said, reaching for her purse. “But here you go. Try it on, it might be stretchy enough to fit you, and if you like it I’ll tell you where you can order more.”

She passed Rose the diaper, zipper up her purse, and waltzed away.

Rose stood there, holding the adorable adult diaper in her hands, totally perplexed.

A few seconds passed, and she heard laughter to her side. Spinning, she saw a few of her classmates pointing and snickering.

“Hey look,” one of them said. “Rose wears diapers!”