The Prep School (Commission)

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Alexander held his sister’s hand, looking up at the large building that loomed before them. St Philomena’s Preparatory School, which supposedly had a one-hundred percent success rate with students. “Are we sure about this?” 

“Of course we are.” Jocelyn was a few years younger than him, but she had always been the more confident of the pair. “Nobody else is going to stop them. Dad’s investigation hit a dead end, so it’s up to us to step in and expose them. You have your camera, right?” 

Looking down at his uniform blouse and skirt, Alexander said, “Uh… This thing doesn’t have pockets. I forgot-” 

“It’s in your backpack, dummy,” Jocelyn rolled her eyes. “Dad said they’re using some sort of technology to wipe memories. Be ready to get pictures and upload them as soon as you see anything fishy, and don’t let them-” 

“Don’t let them erase my brain, yeah. I got that.” Alexander nodded. “So are we looking for, like, a big chair from the Matrix? Or do you think it’ll be some sort of hypnosis movie or something that they play?” 

“Keep an eye out for either. We won’t know until we find it.” Jocelyn pulled her backpack a little closer, stepped up to the gate, and hit the buzzer. 

“St. Philomena’s Preparatory School for College-Bound Girls,” the voice said through a tinny speaker. “Who is this?” 

“Jocelyn and Alexandria,” Jocelyne said, adjusting her brother’s name to suit the cover story. “We’re late arrivals.” 

The gate buzzed. “Come in, please.” 

…

The siblings sat at the desk, staring at the superintendent across from them. “Of course I received your paperwork,” she said, nodding. “We just need to go over a couple details, and get your photo for your student IDs.” 

Jocelyn nodded. “Of course. What do you need from us?” 

“Just answer some questions for me, and then I’ll take your picture.” She thumbed through her papers, glancing up at them. “Your father is the journalist, yes?” 

Alexander looked at his sister uncomfortably. How did she know that? 

Jocelyn returned the glance, and probably shared the thought, but there wasn’t much she could say out loud except, “Eh… yes, that’s right.” 

The superintendent pursed her lips, nodding. “And you found out about this school from where, exactly?” 

“From a colleague,” Jocelyn filled in, with a small smile. “That is, dad heard about it from a colleague. I want to go to Princeton, so a school like this with such a reputation is just what I need.” 

The superintendent reached into her drawer, pulling out a large handheld camera with a stand. Setting it up, she pointed it towards the siblings, nodding. “Well, I can assure you, time at our academy will prepare you for a very fulfilling career. Just look right here, and smile for the camera.” 

Looking into the camera, Jocelyn smiled. There was a flash, a click, and…

She blinked. Something didn’t feel right. Her head was fuzzy, like she’d gotten into dad’s liquor cabinet, except that there was no accompanying buzz or sensation in her body. 

Getting up, the superintendent rounded her desk, walking over to stand behind Alexander. To Jocelyn’s alarm, her brother had a blank look on his face, barely recognizing the motion as the teacher began going through his backpack. 

“H-hey,” Jocelyn said. Her tongue felt heavy and her words slow. “What are you doing?” 

The superintendent barely acknowledged her, smirking as she took the camera out of Alexander’s backpack. “Hmm. Such a cute attempt. Did you think we were going to take you off to some big machine so you could snap some photos and send them off to daddy?” 

“I don’t- I dunno what you’re talking about,” Jocelyn stammered. “We’re just students. What…” What did she do to us? 

“Please, don’t pretend. We vet our applicants thoroughly, and your father only has two children - an eighteen year old daughter and a twenty two year old son.” She pointed between Jocelyn and Alexander, her expression intensely smug. “Your mind is a little stronger than your brother’s, by the way. I’m surprised you’re still able to speak. It just means we’ll have to work a little harder on you, but still.” 

“You can’t- our father-” Jocelyn said. “He’ll rescue us. He knows we’re here.” 

“Yes, he does,” the superintendent gloated. “And I’m sure he’ll do exactly what we say when we explain that we’ve got his precious children. He’ll want to make sure nothing happens to you, after all.” 

A thin line of drool was trickling out of Alexander’s mouth as he stared blankly forward while the superintendent walked back to her desk and pressed a button on her intercom. “I’ve got two special packages, one for retraining, the other’s going to need some more work.” 

Jocelyn could only sputter as a pair of uniformed teachers came to take them away. 

…

“Let me… go!” Jocelyn kicked, as she was dragged into the changing room. It was hopeless. The ‘teacher’ was a foot taller than her, and more than strong enough to keep Jocelyn in line. 

She needed to get out, make a run for it. If she got outside, she could… 

Shaking her head, Jocelyn tried to remember what she’d been planning. Get help, but… From whom? Thinking was hard, and made harder by the tall woman who was lifting her onto a padded table. 

“Little one,” the teacher said, her voice stern, commanding. “Right now, it’s my job to dress you in the school uniform. That’s all. I’m just going to put you in some pretty clothes. I have many ways of forcing you to comply, and you will strongly dislike all of them. So, are you going to fuss and kick, or are you going to be a good girl?”

“I…” Jocelyn wanted to keep fighting, but the teacher seemed to make a good argument. Being a good girl did sound nice, but… “Okay.” 

“Good. Now, will you take your clothes off for me?” Her voice was still commanding, but it had grown a touch softer. Not so much commanding as strongly suggesting. 

Jocelyn couldn’t say no to that. 

…

Alexander stared blankly forward, his mind completely empty. He’d been dressed in a diaper to replace the school’s uniform panties, but he didn’t appear to mind. 

He didn’t appear to mind anything, really. 

“It looks like the wipe was more successful on this one,” a trainer commented, looming over him. “No resistance from her at all?” 

“From him, actually,” the nurse who’d diapered him explained, washing her hands. “This little one lied to get in.” 

“Very naughty,” the trainer ‘tsk’ed. “I almost wish he had a little bit of his thoughts left, so we could properly punish him.” 

“Slave training for him, then?” the nurse asked. 

The trainer looked down at him, smirking as she heard a subtle ‘hiss’ beneath his uniform’s skirt. “You read my mind.” 

…

Dropping her blouse to the ground, Jocelyn stood there in only her bra and panties, blushing under the imposing teacher’s gaze. “D-do I have to take these off as well?” 

The teacher paused, in the middle of putting in a small pair of earbuds. “Yes. I can’t dress you for your new role if you’re wearing them.” 

Jocelyn almost protested, but as she opened her mouth, she was distracted by a slight ringing in her ears. 

What was I- right. I was taking my clothes off for the teacher. 

Stripping out of her underthings, she sat back up on the padded table. “If you let me go, I can-” 

“Shh, it’s okay,” the teacher interrupted, putting a finger to Jocelyn’s lips and pushing her down onto the table. “Just lie there, little one.” 

Jocelyn frowned, but she laid on her back and didn’t argue. “What are you-” 

Bending, the teacher produced a garment that could be identified by its rusty crinkle alone, without needing to look at it. 

“I don’t… I don’t need diapers,” Jocelyn protested. “Why-”

“It’s just for safety, dear,” the teacher assured her. “If you can show that you don’t have accidents, then maybe we’ll let you take them off. You can prove you’re a big girl, right?” 

“I’m… yeah, I’m a big girl.” Jocelyn lifted her butt, allowing the teacher to slide the diaper into place beneath her. 

…

“Stand for me,” the trainer instructed, her tone firm and unyielding. 

Alexander stood, obediently. His diaper crinkled beneath the skirt of his uniform, making him blush ever so slightly. 

The trainer nodded, ensuring that he obeyed without question. “And sit.” 

He sat. 

“Excellent. Fill your diapers.” 

Cheeks turning pink, Alexander nonetheless leaned forward, obediently pushing so that he could do as he’d been told. His bladder released, at the same time that the seat of his padding was pressed outward,. A heavy lump of mush was deposited into his padding, squelching beneath him as he sat back upright once he was done obeying his instructions. 

The trainer paused. “You’re blushing.” 

Alexander didn’t respond, but his face continued to burn red with embarrassment.

“Alexander, are you still in there? Can you understand me?” the trainer asked. Frowning, she added, “Nod if you can understand me.” 

He nodded. Though he couldn’t help but obey her commands, he was still aware, fighting furiously at the back of his mind to regain control of his faculties. 

She grinned, standing over him. “Well, then. Before your slave training continues, I suppose it’s best to ensure that you’re truly as pacified as you appear. I’ll make you an offer, little one. If you can disobey my next instruction, I’ll not wipe your thoughts away. You’ll get to simply be a baby, like your sister. If you are completely obedient, though, you’ll continue your training to be a slave, and you won’t have to worry about your pesky big-boy thoughts interfering with your servitude. Okay?” 

He couldn’t nod, but he wanted to. Anything to be given a semblance of control over himself. 

“Follow me. I’m going to take you to one of our classrooms,” the trainer explained. “And we’ll see if your grown-up thoughts still have a hand on the controls.” 

…

Jocelyn sat up, testing how it felt to move with her diaper. It crinkled softly, but it was surprisingly soft. Had it not been so embarrassing, she really wouldn’t have minded. 

“Now, isn’t that better? No more accidents,” the teacher praised, smiling. “Let’s get you dressed. Up?” 

Jocelyn raised her arms, letting the teacher pick her up and set her on the ground. Waiting, she watched the taller woman step to the closet and return with a blue, lace-fringed onesie. “Raise your arms!” 

She obeyed, lifting them high so that the onesie could be pulled over her head. Once I’m all dressed, then I can try and… What was I going to do? 

The teacher knelt to snap the onesie in place over Jocelyn’s diaper, so that the fabric was snug and cozy. At some point, Jocelyn realized her thumb had worked her way into her mouth. 

It disturbed her that she couldn’t remember when she’d chosen to suck her thumb, but she didn’t take it out. 

…

“Here we are,” the trainer said, standing with Alexander in front of a chalkboard. “You will write, ‘I am nothing but a mindless, diaper-filling slave’ one hundred times on the board for me. You will use cursive.” 

Alexander stared up at the chalkboard, trying not to think about how true that statement was. He hadn’t been given a change since he’d filled his diaper, and he hadn’t been able to resist any instructions he’d been given. 

His hand picked up the chalk, and began to write in simple, flowing letters. 

“I’ll be standing back while you do this,” the trainer commented. “So that I don’t have to smell you. Remember, if you disobey, you’ll be allowed to keep your control intact.” 

He remembered, but there was nothing he could do. 

…

Jocelyn sat on the floor, playing with her toes. Her onesie was so pretty, and the nice teacher was there to make sure she was having a nice time. 

“Would you like a toy to play with?” the teacher asked, smiling down at her. 

Jocelyn giggled, nodding emphatically. A toy would be so nice. Maybe a doll? Or a cute teddy bear she could snuggle. 

Something’s not right. Frowning, she tried to remember what was wrong. 

Shifting her weight a little, she stopped holding the pressure in her bowels, using her diaper. The teacher was smart for giving her a diaper, so she didn’t have to worry about accidents. She could just go potty wherever, and then keep playing. 

The teacher noticed this, and disabled the infrasound playing in the room, removing the earpiece that had protected her from the effects of the regression noise. Jocelyn’s big-girl thoughts had been sufficiently drained. She had the mental capacity of a young toddler. If the superintendent decided, that could be reduced further to an infant or even a newborn, but that was a decision to be made later. 

Crouching in front of Jocelyn, the teacher passed her a stuffed rabbit. “Do you want a diaper change, little one?” 

“Nuh-huh!” Jocelyn shook her head, though her thumb remained in her mouth. “Play!” 

The teacher laughed gently. “Okay, little one. Since you did a good job for me, you can play a little first.” 

Standing, she spoke into her radio. “Jocelyn’s been regressed.” 

…

Alexander stood back from the chalkboard, fingers shaking. He’d written every line, perfectly. He was nothing but a mindless, diaper-filling slave, and the proof was in front of him. 

His trainer walked up behind him. “Very good, baby. Now, all that’s left is to teach you how to serve your master properly. Just to let it sink in, though, I think we can keep you in your diaper until tomorrow. Tell me you’d enjoy that.” 

“I’d enjoy that,” Alexander said, automatically. 

Smirking, the trainer thumbed the intercom on the desk. “Alexander is ready for serving lessons, but he’s not to be given a diaper change until I say otherwise.”

…

The superintendent sat at her desk, hearing both messages about her newest students. “Thank you. Please get them both to their respective classes. We’ve got a school to run, and they’ve got some work to catch up to the other students.” 

Sitting back, she shuffled the siblings’ paperwork into a neat stack, filing it in her desk. They might not have come to the school with the intent to end up in her care, but that didn’t change anything. 

St Philomena’s preparatory school had a one-hundred percent success rate at regressing its students, and that wasn’t about to change under her watch.