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STUCK IN A VIRTUAL REALITY SCHOOL STORY Frequently, my old girlfriend Mary and I would try out different virtual and alternative reality worlds for fun and adventure. One of our last adventures had however, lead to something of a rift between us. On a whim we had gone to the famous Arabian Nights world where I had managed to get the avatar of a powerful sultan. Prior to our entry I had also organized to have Mary captured and turned into a slave girl so I could acquire her for my harem. I thought it would be a hoot and had done all the arrangements without her prior knowledge. I ended up keeping her in that state of servitude for the full weekend (which in virtual time of course seems much longer). While I had had a great time, to say she had not been that amused was putting it mildly. She was almost blowing smoke out of he ears when we got back home to the real world. I realize now that I didn't care as much about her feelings on the matter as I probably should have. I also acknowledge that in some ways I perhaps disserved the sad fate I have had to endure as a consequence of that disregard. At the time however I was primarily driven by a desire to spice up things being somewhat sick of the rather dull and boring worlds she liked to visit. She seemed to basically only want to relieve the past and a rather tame version of that. Her favorite world was a 1950's version of high school. How sad can you get! Before that disastrous Arabian Nights world visit I had also had a dawning realization of a growing desire to break up with her and in some ways, perhaps sub-consciously I suppose, had hoped that the world would serve as the vehicle for that ending. The whole situation was further complicated by already having another girlfriend on the side. The second lady in my life (Jenny) warned me to avoid spending any more time with Mary as she felt that she was definitely out for revenge now and suspected she was plotting something very nasty. I put the warning from her purely down to jealousy, but never the less agreed to be cautious. In hindsight however I obviously should have paid much more attention to her concerns. Perhaps due to some lingering nostalgia, I ignored common sense and agreed to have another adventure with Mary. I felt pretty safe when she told me she wanted us to visit a school days theme world again. Previously we had frequently entered such worlds, usually as teenagers and it had always been a fairly tame kind of experience. I couldn't see how I could really be hurt in such a place. How naive was I! Mary was clearly pleased by my consent and didn't show surprise in my decision, which further allayed my fears. Maybe she had simply decided to let bygones be bygones I tried to convince myself at the time. The next night together she started asking me a range of questions to help tighten the settings for our planned visit. Again nothing seemed strange in that, although in hindsight perhaps I should have paid more attention to exactly what she asked me. Once we got together that night she started by asking me "Do you still want me to be your girlfriend in this world or just a friend of the family?" "Of course I want you to be my girlfriend but I'll be guided by you, if you're still a bit angry with me" I tried to answer tactfully. "Wonderful, that's exactly what I want to be" she replied and with a wicked grin then continued "I'll be your girlfriend and we'll be able to spend lots of time together, be very naughty and even sleep together! Won't that be fun?" "Yes!" I smiled, looking equally wicked. "Two very naughty school children. I particularly like the 'sleeping together' bit." "Hopefully you'll get the chance to be very naughty in our bedroom, I've booked us in for a week, is that too long?" she continued to inquire. "No that's fine, plenty of time to be very naughty and get into all sorts of trouble," I responded with a laugh. She looked at me even more wickedly and said "Exactly! I'm sure you'll get into enough trouble for the both of us, what with your wicked ways in bed. Your bedroom antics are always a surprise to everyone and I'm sure this time won't be different." "Now, now," I cut in defensively. "Oh stop being so wet, Peter, I'm only teasing. I definitely don't want any wet blankets on this trip if I can help it, at least not in MY bed. Anyway, do you want to keep your name in the world, or be called something else?" "Whatever you wish," I answered. "Peta it will be, then," she replied matter-of-factly. "And what would you like to wear when you enter?" she continued to question. I completely missed the subtle shift in my name as lets face it Peta and Peter sound awfully similar, thus rather than picking that up I continued with "Hmm, basically what I'm wearing now. I want to be cool, you know," "Okay Peter, slacks and a shirt. And cool it will be, I promise!" she smiled. Then she continued, "Can I make your hair a little longer, it would be so cute?" "A little bit, I suppose" I answered "but I don't like it too long. I don't want to look like a hippie, you know." "Would shoulder-length be okay, then?" "Sure, honey, if that is what you want." After that, the conversation went onto other topics, and the virtual world wasn't discussed again until we meet just before entering the world itself. ENTERING THE VIRTUAL WORLD Just inside the entrance to the Virtual World Center we met up and had to put on those clumsy body suits in preparation for full immersion. As we started donning the suits she asked again, "Are you sure you don't want to change your mind?" "No, honey, I'm looking forward to it, so don't worry your pretty head on my account." "That's good. I'm sure you'll find this visit more exciting and different than our past visits. I'm definitely looking forward to what happens and how you react." Once fully in our suits, the system advised us that the exit would be via a cubicle in the toilet block behind our first entry point. We would need to remember it when we arrived so we could leave after our week. The system also asked me individually if I was sure I didn't want a safety exit or the ability to leave before a week. I acknowledged that I didn't - what kind of wuss did it think I was? As soon as I entered the world however, I realized that that might not have been the smartest decision I had ever made. Inside the world we found ourselves standing in front of the exit toilet block, and it was the girls' toilet! I was dressed as I requested but many other things were not as expected. For a start and most importantly I was much younger than I expected, the two of us couldn't have been much older than six years old and probably younger than that. I also found I was very cold and standing on a roadside with my suitcase. I soon found myself shivering and starting to turn blue. Clearly this was Mary's sense of humor and I guessed a pun on my request to be cool. She was much more suitably dressed in tights, a dress, and a warm coat. I then looked further and noted that even my name had been misspelled on the suitcase. It read Peta instead of Peter, and was written in childish crayon script. I felt very ominous about the whole situation but just couldn't work out its meaning. "What's going on Mary?" I moaned "We are far to young to have sex, and at our ages girls hate boys, so we shouldn't even be friends!" "Who said anything about sex?" she quipped back "I only said I would be your girlfriend here, and I am at present. If I say I am your girlfriend then I am. Of course, if you keep moaning and rubbing me the wrong way I might change my mind on that pretty quickly." "But how can you be my girlfriend, and how can either of us do anything naughty at this young age? You lied to me!" I retorted sharply. "No I didn't! Everything I said was true, you just chose either not to listen, or to misunderstand it." she primly replied "But how?" "You'll see soon enough," she cryptically replied with a growing grin. Shortly after that a large black school car pulled up to pick us up, and out of it stepped a rather stern looking school mistress, who fixed her eyes on us and inquired, "Are you two Mary and Peta?" Mary smiled back and said, "We definitely are." "Excellent," she replied. "I'm sister Crabapple and before we go to the home and boarding school I want you both to put on the school uniform. Is that going to be a problem dears?" "No" we both answered in chorus "Good," she said as she handed us each our own parcel with our names clearly written on them. "Now go into the toilet and get changed. Does either of you need a hand?" Again, we both replied, "No." Mary quickly headed into the girls' toilet and I headed towards the boys' one. "Peta," enquired Sister Crabapple, "Where do you think you're going?" "To the toilet to get changed." "I can see that, but why are you going to the boys' toilet?" This confused me. "Because I'm a boy, aren't I?" I had to be a boy, I reasoned, but a growing doubt entered my head along with a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. "If you are, dear, we have a problem, as all I've got for you is girls' clothes. Let's go into the toilet and check." A SHOCKING DISCOVERY AND MY ORDEAL BEGINS She grabbed me by the hand and marched me into the female toilet, ignoring all protests. Inside, Mary had already stripped down to her underwear and was opening her parcel. "What's been keeping you slow, coach?" she beamed across at me. "Don't worry, Mary, its none of your business. Peta is just a little confused," said Sister Crabapple as she directed me into one of the cubicles for a little privacy. Once inside she declared "Now drop your slacks so we can see one way or the other." While I had little choice but to comply with her humiliating request, I was also probably equally desirous to see what such stripping would reveal. To my horror, my worst fear was confirmed as instead of a willy I saw nothing but a smooth slit between my legs. The Sister handled the revelation reasonably well and quietly said, "Honey, wearing boys' clothes doesn't make you a boy. You need a different set of tackle down there to be one." Mary of course heard every word and burst into peels of laughter. The Sister then also started to chuckle. "Poor Peta doesn't know what makes her a girl, does she?" I went beetroot red and before I could answer she was touching my private parts and saying, "Now Peta boys have a willy down hear to pee out of and girls just a hole. I can't see any willy here so you can't be a boy. Or have you just lost it somehow?" "I can't be a girl, I thought I was going to be a boy, not a girl, when I came here!" I blurted out and to my surprise started crying. "Well you're not a boy and that's that. I'm afraid you're not making any sense, so stop this nonsense or you'll get a spanking. I expect you dressed and out of the toilet within two minutes or you'll get one any way," she said matter-of-factly as she quickly exited the toilet. I had of course forgotten that no one in a virtual world who hadn't come as a visitor has any awareness of the outside world. Consequently, I must have sounded just a little odd to her. One crazy little girl living in some sort of fantasy world, I suppose. Realizing that, and not wanting a spanking, I quickly removed my clothes and put on the school uniform. It was a cute little blue and white sailor-type costume that came with a hat, blue tights, plain blue undies and black Mary-Jane shoes, that would have looked very pretty on any girl. That, however, wasn't my perception at the time, as in my mind it was a horrible and humiliating dress. I still couldn't accept what Mary had done to me and that I wasn't male in this world. I didn't say any thing until after I had donned the horrid dress and saw Mary grinning at. When I starred back at her she set me off by saying, "You look so cute in that dress!" I was furious and shouted back, "How could you do this to me?" "Easily dear, I thought after our last adventure it might do you some good to experience what it was like from the other side." "I want out right now," I screamed back. Still grinning Mary reminded me "Peta that can't happen, you yourself over rode the exit option. I'm afraid you'll be stuck as a little girl for at least a week now, so you will just have to get use to it. I'm sure you'll find it's not so bad." A little calmer, I retorted, "I will definitely not! I hate this and its your fault, this is not what I agreed to and is much worse than what I did to you. I still believe you blatantly lied to me." "I did not!" Mary in turn retorted. "Think back carefully to what I said as everything I said then is true of now. I will for example be your girlfriend and we will sleep together in the dormitory." I was definitely pissed off and decided then and there that I would definitely break up relationship when got out of here. However I also realized that I was stuck in this predicament and had to somehow make the most of it, so it probably didn't pay to anger her further. Due to our argument I forgot the time so of course was late getting outside. The Sister kept her promise and without saying a word took me to a nearby park bench were she sat down them methodically pulled down my tights and panties placed me over her knees and proceeded to spank my exposed bottom. Not only was it rather painful but it was also extremely humiliating to be so treated in public. Once she had completed her twelve rounds she pulled up my tights and panties to cover my rather red bottom and readjusted my dress. Only then did she say something. "Peta, let that be a lesson, next time you will get twice as many and it will be a cane not my hand." Mary of course watched all this with gleeful attention and obviously loved my humiliation. My bottom hurt so much that I found it uncomfortable to sit on it during our drive to the boarding school. OUR INTRODUCTION TO THE SCHOOL As we approached the school it was clear that a large ominous fence surrounded it. The school itself was located in a large and equally scary looking gothic building situated on top of a hill in the very center of the grounds. Most of the windows to the building were also barred making it look more like a prison than a girl's school. The words "abandon all hope yea who enter here" flashed through my mind as we went through those gates. At the boarding school we were quickly given some tea then taken to the dormitory and introduced to the nurse who given our young ages would care for us. She asked us both to go and have pee then come and see her afterwards for our nightclothes. Mary was much quicker than I and was in and out of the toilet before I could even work out what to do. It was of course my first time to pee as a girl so I was at some disadvantage. After some maneuvering, however, I worked out how to position myself on the toilet and managed to get my pee into the bowl without wetting the floor or myself. I then rather proudly flushed the toilet and went out to see the nurse. To my surprise the first thing she did when I got to her was to lift my dress and pull out my tights and panties. They were of course slightly damp which made her exclaim loudly, "Aha another one who doesn't know how to wipe themselves properly. Haven't you been shown how to wipe yourself after going to the toilet, dear? Or are you just too lazy?" I didn't know what to say and felt about two inches tall. Finally however I managed to say "I've never wiped myself before, I didn't know I had to." "Well unlike boys girls do have to, lass. Is that why you wanted to be a boy, because of your wet panties?" she teased. I looked puzzled and then the nurse explained, "Sister Crabapple told me about your claim to be a boy early on." She then went to a cupboard and got out a plastic penis and continued. "This is what boys have, after they pee they only have to shake it like this too get ride of the last wetness. A girl however needs to wipe herself, otherwise she stays wet and might start to smell." To make sure I knew what she meant she actually wiped some toilet paper over my private parts, then flushed it away, before releasing the elastic on my panties. The whole display was quite disconcerting. I decided I absolutely hated being treated like some ignorant child. "Now Peta," she started again, before I had any time to pursue that line of thought, "Here is your nightie for tonight. Do you need any overnight nappies? We usually prefer to put new girls in them but it's your choice." "No!" I emphatically declared, "I am not someone who wets the bed!" "Okay, honey, suit yourself, but I will be very angry if I find that you do wet the bed tonight. Particularly given you have already wet your panties once tonight." she teased. The nurse then took me by hand to my sleeping quarters. I soon found that I was to share a room with Mary and two other girls. To my surprise Mary had accepted some nappies, as had the other two girls I shared with. Mary also encouraged me to do likewise. "They feel so nice and comfy" she declared "and make me feel nice and safe in bed". I declined the offer saying, "I'm a big girl, Mary, and don't need nappies like you!" "Suit yourself then, but you may be sorry latter that you missed out on this protection." "I don't think so Mary. Wearing diapers is not something I think I need to experience." The other two girls giggled at my response, which puzzled me somewhat, and left me wondering if I was missing something here. Later that night I realized I had when a small gang of senior girls entered the dormitory and started checked what each of us was wearing under our nighties. When they found a diapered bottom they simply said "Good girl," tapped the student on her head and concluded, "You can go to sleep now." When they came to me they were however quite angry. "Why aren't you wearing diapers?" they demanded. "I don't need them," I shot back. "I think you'll find you do," one girl answered icily. Without further explanation I was then held down on my bed by two of the older girls and had my panties slightly pulled away. A third girl then poured a beaker of warm urine through the stretched panties straight onto my nightie and the sheets below. In the process forming a very large and obvious puddle on my bed. My soaked panties where them pulled back up and my legs grabbed and raised up wards. Following that my wet bottom was then soundly whacked. "That will teach you" snarled the whacker "All preppies should wear nappies as they are told to." "Looking at your bed, your earlier claim not to need nappies was clearly wrong!" sneered another of the girls. To any but the most astute observer it would seem obvious that I had actually wet the bed. I wiggled uncomfortably in the warm urine, dreading what would come next. As I expected, one of the girls went immediately to the nurse to let her know that she had found that I had wet my bed. The nurse charged out and of course saw my soaked bed and naturally assumed I was responsible. Trying to defend myself I said, "Nurse please believe me, I didn't do it, it was some of the older girls who did." Very angrily the nurse retorted, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Clearly your panties are soaked or are you going to claim that they took them off you peed through them then put them back on you?" Seeing I was about to respond she snapped, "And don't you dare say another word!" I was then dragged out of the dormitory and taken out to sickbay. Once there the nurse proceeded to wash my mouth out with soap for lying. As I was almost gagging on soap bubbles she said, "Peta you are obviously a compulsive liar. First your claim to have been a boy and now I catch you trying to blame someone else for your own accident. We hate liars here, next time you are caught your mouth will be tapped shut with a bar of soap inside, is that clear?" Miserably I nodded acknowledgement. GIVEN DIAPER DISCIPLINE I was then roughly stripped of my clothes and placed into a very large disposable nappy along with some very babyish clothes and then put into a cot with a locking top. The nappy was so thick that it forced my legs apart. The plastic pants that covered them were a pink rumba style and made obvious crinkling sounds whenever I moved. The dress was pink, very lacy and quite short. So short that simply bending over revealed my panties to the world, as did sitting up. I felt slightly fortunate being in the nurses' quarters, thinking that no one else would see me so humiliatingly dressed. I felt so miserable and bereft that I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. The rest of the night I was very careful to keep dry. The next morning the nurse came in and checked the status of my diaper as expected but to my surprise instead of being pleased by their freshness actually further chastised me for them being dry. "Why couldn't you have shown such control when you didn't have them on?" she began accusing me. "Well, Peta, given they are dry you'll have to keep wearing them now all morning until they are properly used, and I mean properly used! I'll not have diapers wasted here! You wear them until you use them properly. For being contrary you can also keep wearing the baby clothes to class as well. That should teach you good and proper. If you are going to be a difficult child we can be equally difficult back." She then helped me out of the cot and sent me down the corridor for breakfast, giving me a small slap on the bottom when I momentarily hesitated. I quickly noticed that the very thick diapers made walking quite awkward and in fact made me waddle very like a toddler. On top of this the plastic panties made a very distinctive crackling sound as I took every step. I realized immediately that there was obviously no way I was going to hide my diapered status from the other girls, even if I could avoid comments on the baby clothes I wore. It goes without saying that as soon as I entered the breakfast hall, the girls descended on me and began to tease me mercilessly about having to wear a nappy during the day, particularly given I was one of the new girls and therefore had no friends to defend me. To make matters worse, Mary instead of defending me actually got into the act first and said as soon and as I walked into the breakfast room, "Oh Peta dear, please let us see the cute plastic panties you have over your diaper." When I didn't comply immediately, another girl lifted my skirt so all could see that I was actually wearing pink rumba plastic panties. "Oh so cute!" that girl said as she proceeded to touch them. "And they cover such a large diaper, just in case you have a big accident I suppose." Nearly all the girls started giggling at that. "She is a pretty baby isn't she?" Mary then asked the other girls. "Yes and obviously suitably dressed for someone as backward as her," said one in reply. Another said, "I wonder how long they'll keep a retard like that with us. She should be in the crib with the other potty pants you know, rather than smelling up the school." "Yeah," yet another piped in, "I can tell you I'm not going to sit next to her, just in case she messes!" "Nor I," said a chorus of the remaining girls. These and other comments were so cruel that I soon found myself once more crying. This didn't generate any sympathy it only lead to allegations of being a crybaby and seemed to actually egg them on further. I suppose it was like a pack of dogs seeing blood. After that I did wonder briefly why I cried so easily in this world. Three times in less than 24 hours I noted. I wasn't sure if it was the body I was in or the sheer hell I had had to endure in that time or perhaps a combination of the two. Needless to say I ended up eating breakfast alone. I also ended sitting very much on my own in the classroom. All the other girls gave me a very wide birth. During the morning I naturally found a growing need to pee. With determination I however managed to hold out until play time, and then sneaked into the toilet to relieve myself. I just couldn't face deliberately peeing into a diaper. I was very careful not to damage the nappy so I wouldn't be found out. Fortunately it was one of those disposable types that had tabs that could be easily resealed. I thought myself rather clever to do that. Unfortunately however one of the teachers caught me coming out of the toilet and asked snidely, "Why does a potty pants need to go to the toilet? Obviously she is being naughty and trying to escape her punishment. You obviously can't be trusted to even pee properly, so we will have to make sure you have no choice next time!" she finished ominously. She then took my hand and personally led me back to the classroom. What now I dreaded with growing unease. Once in the room she took me to an old high chair that sat in the corner, opened it up and lifted me in. Therefore as a consequence for again avoiding the use of the diapers I was then locked into a high chair for the rest of class time and had a dummy placed in my mouth. It was tied in so tightly that I couldn't spit it out so I soon found myself drooling like a baby. This of course led to further nasty comments from my classmates. The high chair was a somewhat uncomfortable contraption that locked me in very tight and left my legs dangling in the air. I initially attempted to squirm a little, but quickly realized that I couldn't do much to improve my comfort and even more patently that I wasn't getting out of that chair until I was released by the teacher and that clearly wouldn't happen until my diapers were very wet. I sat in that chair very despondent and somewhat hopelessly for a considerable period of time. Lunch came and went and so did the afternoon play and yet I continued to sit in my high chair like some anti-princess. The other children came up to me during the lunch break and further teased me, particularly while a teacher feed me like a baby. She even put a bib on me and managed to get as much on my face and it as in my mouth as she attempted to spoon-feed me. Eventually I couldn't hold out any more and finally I was forced to release my bladder in-situ and thereby wet my nappy. This happened shortly after lunch so I'm not sure if they put something in the food to make me pee. After doing so I immediately tried to get the teachers attention, which wasn't easy given the dummy still stuck in my mouth and my hands still stuck by my side. When the teacher finally noticed me she said loudly, "It looks like our precious one is letting us all know she has been a good girl and wet her nappy!" The class burst out laughing at that. While this humiliating development seemed to please her, she made no effort to remedy the situation. Instead I was left in the wet diapers for the rest of the afternoon. As time progressed these got more and more uncomfortable and also wetter as I relieved myself a couple of more times. While I had been mortified the first time I became somewhat fatalistic with later wettings. There wasn't much I could do about the situation and further wetting an already wet diaper made more sense than the pain from attempting to hold it in. After class the fact that I was so obviously wet was a major source of amusement for my classmates. It led to another round of spiteful name-calling. They eventually tired of that and left me alone in my highchair. I started to wonder if I had been completely forgotten, so became desperate in my efforts to get out of the chair. As I suspected my restraints were too secure and these efforts proved futile. When I started to wonder if I might be forced to spend the night in the chair someone came to release me. Unfortunately my releaser was one of my antagonists from the night before, so with a sunken heart I guessed my humiliation was far from over. After letting me out of the chair, she removed my soaked nappy. My reprieve however was brief as with wicked glee she quickly stuck a suppository into my bottom and placed me back in a fresh nappy. The older girl then led me down the corridor to the nurse's office where I was locked into a different but similar high chair. She then left me all alone in the nurse's office and as she closed the door she said "Have fun, I hope you enjoy shitting yourself and sitting in your own mess!" Shortly after her leaving the office my stomach started to rumble as the suppository started to do its evil job. I was scared, as I didn't know what the suppository would do to me. As the pain built up I started squirming to try and keep from soiling. I could handle a wet diaper but not a soiled one I strongly reasoned. I felt I just had to resist that possibility as long as possible. After half an hour the pain and effort to retain my waste started to become unbearable. At that point another part of me started saying that there was no point resisting and I should just relax and let it happen. For another half-hour I however defiantly tried to resist but of course the spasms became worse and worse over that time. Much to my disgust, I eventually had to give up the battle and soon felt my diaper fill with a hot sticky and very smelly load. The tight belt of the highchair made it both hard to force out my waste and to get comfortable with it in the now full diaper. When my bowels were finally empty I sat exhausted in my own mess. I felt so dirty and humiliated by losing the battle against the suppository. I also soon realized that it was also going to be very uncomfortable to be stuck sitting there in the highchair with a soiled nappy. The nurse however didn't come for another hour, by which time the squishy load in my diaper had become very smelly and even more uncomfortable than I imagined possible. "What a smell!" she declared on entering. "You obviously have made quite a mess, haven't you dear? Now what am I to do with you?" She then lifted me out of the chair and proceeded to change me. "Honey, dirty nappies don't phase me, I'm a nurse and am use to them, so your ploy was wasted." What ploy I wondered, then I remembered, she was of course not aware of the suppository that had been deposited into my rear end so assumed that I had messed to spite them. I then dreaded what she would say next. "If you are capable of doing such a dirty thing maybe you need to spend longer in your diapers until you get sick of such childish games? That can be easily arranged honey," she declared with obvious disgust. She then paused for a moment and her expression changed. With a clear grin she continued "In fact after I change you I will be taking you down to the crib where you can spend some time with the other potty pants and mess as much and as long as you like. Won't that be fun?!" I groaned inwardly at her declaration and pleaded, "Please don't I promise I'll be very good." "To late young lady, you can spend next week regretting your actions." I then decided to shut up as I new nothing I said would change her decision and probably only make things worse. She clearly wouldn't believe what had really happened and would just think I was lying again. On the way she said, "Peta you are going to stay in the crib for quite some time as you are clearly far to immature to follow the rules for big girls that we have at the school. In spite of your age you will be treated exactly the same as any other potty pants and more to the point be expected to behave just like one. In this latter matter non-compliance will not be tolerated at all. While the rules for your behavior will be simple the consequences for breaking them will be very harsh. The rules for you are as follows. First you have to call all the nurses nanny like the small toddler you look like. Second you will speak and act like a happy toddler and if you don't you will find a dummy in your mouth and your hands restrained in mittens. Third you will never touch your diapers as only grown ups can remove them for you and fourth you will treat the continent children as your superiors is that understood?" Glumly I acknowledged all this with a simple nod. "Good girl, soon you'll be with other potty pants just like you which I'm sure will make you very happy." MY STAY AT THE CRIB All too quickly I found myself in the crib. The nurse took me to a room that had two other diapered girls in it and proceeded to lock me into a cot. The cot had a locking lid as well as sides that could be raised, so it looked something like a little cage when closed. Given that I was older than most children kept in such a cot I could only just stretch out in it. My wrists and ankles were also put in restraints to stop me tampering with my diaper I suppose. I didn't sleep well that night as I contemplated what new horrors the next day would bring. Once I was let out of my cot I was lead to a large group room, full of toddlers. On seeing my diapered status, most of the kids in the crib started to tease me just as mercilessly as the older girls had. Most of them of course didn't have to wear diapers during the day and yet were much younger than me. This of course made them feel so much superior to me. I hated having to give children much younger than me the right to boss me around, but I had no choice in the matter as any effort to stick up for myself was chastised by the ever-present nurses. This of course encouraged the children - not only boss me around - but in many cases to deliberately harass me. When I finally lashed out at some of my tormentors I however found myself quickly placed in solitary confinement. That is in one of the center's isolation playpens. To stop me climbing out I suppose, or perhaps even just to increase my humiliation, a baby harness secured me in it. Such sojourns in the playpen would unfortunately prove a common feature of my stay in the crib. Given what the nurses termed my ongoing anti-social behavior. After that first outburst I in fact got to spend the whole morning alone. During my very long morning in the playpen I felt a bowel motion coming on so I asked one of the nurses, "Nanny can I use the toilet?" She smiled at me and said "Peta you're being a very good girl. I'm so glad you told me you needed to go; yesterday we were all beginning to wonder if you actually wanted to soil your diapers. You are however still too little to use the toilet because of your nappy but I'll take you upstairs and you can use a potty." She then took me by the hand and led me to a room full of potties and then took me to a particular pink potty-chair and told me it would be mine. This had a large plastic elephant head in front of it that you had to straddle to sit on it. She then pulled down my plastic pants and removed my diapers and connected the back of my harness to the chair. Unfortunately the desire to go had gone by then. I asked the nurse to be let up, but she told me "Honey you just sit there for awhile until it happens. I don't want to put you back in your nappy before you go or you'll just mess it." She then turned around and got the chair table and locked it in place "now that will keep you properly on the seat and you can also play with a toy while you wait." She then left me alone in the room. The combination of the harness lock and chair table meant that my bottom was not going far from the pink seat of the potty-chair. It took a good half an hour before the urge came on again and I was able to empty my bowls into the potty and a rather boring time it was. By the time the nurse had released me from the chair I had also required a distinct ring from sitting so long on the potty. The nurse just teased me about it and called it my ring of confidence. After wiping my bottom, she put me back in my previously dry diaper and plastic panties and led me back downstairs to my playpen. Such opportunities were not granted when I simply wanted to pee however. I was told to simply use what had been given to me. TAKEN SHOPPING That afternoon one of the nurses took me shopping in a toddler's pusher. I was a little big for it but that didn't dissuade them. "We are going to buy you some pretty new dresses and other things for you. Aren't you the lucky girl?!" declared the nurse taking me. "I'd like to say it was for being a good girl," she continued, "But really it's simply because you're going to be staying in the crib for quite a while and will need a change of suitable clothes." Of course being cramped into in the pusher meant my legs were pushed up and that my crotch was very much on public display and therefore also my diapered condition. Given this it was not surprising that at the shopping mall a number of children commented about my diapered state. One 2 year old proudly said, "look ma that girls much older than me and she's still wearing diapers". Her mother's response, however, bit even more. "That's right, dear, you're very clever and much smarter than she is. That poor girl however, is unfortunately a bit backward, so it's not completely her fault." "That's right," the nurse chipped in, "She can't help herself and may have to always wear diapers at least for number ones. At the moment we can't always even get her to use a potty for number two yet." "Yuck, how horrible!" said the little girl, "A real potty pants. Oh well at least her plastic panties are pretty." My face went bright red through out that exchange. Many other children however just pointed and laughed. As much as I tried I could of course not pull the dress down sufficiently to cover the source of my embarrassment. If anything my efforts just drew more attention to my plastic panties and diapered state. It was a great relief when we reached the store and I was let out of the pusher. I however was kept on child reins just like a toddler. The nurse took us to a number of shops but a couple of the visits were particularly embarrassing. One was a children's clothing store and another a baby shop. In the former the nurse got me to try out a number of different dresses. She made sure that they were short enough to easily display my panties and each time she put a dress on me she checked this factor by making me first bend over for the store staff and then stretch up by raising my arms above my head. "Delightful, honey!" she would say whenever I did this display. While at the shop she also bought some very childish panties and told me, "These are for you honey if you keep improving with the potty. Look at them - they are so grown up, aren't they?" I looked at them and could see they were anything but. However, given my current diapered state they would be an enormous step forward. They were thin cotton trainer panties with cute animal designs on them. At the baby shop, she got me to carry some new diapers to the sales lady. "These aren't for you honey are they?" asked the sales lady I went red and she said, "So they are!" I nodded and she then continued, "I wasn't sure, but you look a little old to still be in diapers and to be needing to buy more." The nurse cut in. "She certainly is, but then my little Peta loves being a baby don't you?" After saying nothing she prompted me again. "Don't you dear?" "Yes nanny," I realized I was expected to answer affirmatively. "Good girl, now ask her to show you some new plastic panties. In spite of what we just bought in the other store I suspect you'll be needing more of this type of panty than the other." Embarrassed, I asked the lady in as little girl voice as possible "Can you show me some new plastic panties please?" "Sure honey, follow me. Even if you are going to have to stay a baby girl I'm sure you still want to be pretty, don't you?" She took me by hand over to a large collection of frilly plastic pants that would still fit me and made various recommendations. I left with five new panties; all of them had frills and lots of lace. The nurse of course made all the ultimate choices but made me go through a charade of selecting; letting me know fully well that only the most dainty, babyish and feminine would pass her approval. Once we got back to the boarding school the nurse put me back in one of the playpens. While the days were long the nights were even longer given the very early bedtime I was forced to endure. The only positive thing was that after the first night I didn't have to wear restraints as I had proven during the day I wouldn't try and take my diapers off. Given it was not possible to sleep all that time and I was safely locked in a cot, out of boredom I stated some nighttime explorations of my body. Unfortunately on the third night I must not have been discrete enough, as one of the other girls in my room saw me and decided to dob me in to the nurses for obvious self-abuse. As a consequence, the next day I was put into baby clothes I was unable to take off. These consisted of a rather dull blue dress that came with lockable plastic panties and thick lockable mittens. Miserably I realized that in them I wouldn't have any chance of masturbating or probably doing much of anything else. The plastic panties came with a built in metal chain in the elastic waistband that was lockable by a tiny padlock. I assumed that the locked chain probably made the panties impossible to pull over my hips. The nurse seeing my glum expression teased me by saying, "If you don't like your new pretty clothes just take them off like you tried last night. You won't get in trouble this time if you try." I made a halfhearted effort to pull the panties down, but my suspicions were quickly confirmed. Those panties where definitely not going to go over my hips and therefore were definitely not coming off unless someone opened the padlock. With the mittens on I could only fumble with the zip on the dress and also had no hope of opening it. My confirmatory efforts seemed to greatly please the nurse, however. "It's good to see that Peta loves her new clothes so much that she doesn't want to take them off. Maybe we let you wear them forever!" she teased. The lockable panties were also transparent so the status of my diapers could be easily assessed by all that chose to look. While I was not allowed to tell anyone when I wet, the other children were encouraged to do so as soon as I was put into those panties and were even offered a spotters fee. As a consequence every few minutes someone would ask me to lift my dress so they could do an inspection and many would raise the skirt without asking to peak a look. Sadly, due to that spotters prize they got so excited when I was wet that it was impossible to stop them checking. To add to my humiliation the locked chain jingled gently where ever I went, a constant reminder of their irremovable status. Occasionally one of the other children would pull on one of the loose chains. Naturally I therefore felt like I had been given a special privilege when I was put back into ordinary toddler clothes and was very careful not to try and remove them or touch my private areas again. By that stage I had accepted that I would not be getting out of diapers before the week was up, although I was still far from getting use to them. I still absolutely hated having to wet them let alone soil them. MARY COMES TO VISIT Shortly after that change back into normal toddler clothes Mary came to pay me a visit. She came all dressed up in her best clothes carrying a special present for me and had a nurse standing behind her to make sure I behaved myself. She started by saying, "I hear you've been a good girl and been let out of your lockable panties. I've brought you a present to let you know I'm still thinking of you." Mary then passed me the present, and the nurse asked, "Well what are you going to say?" "Thank you, Mary," I dutifully said with the slight lisp I had found myself gradually acquiring. "Good girl. You can open it now," said the nurse. The package contained an old doll. It was however a baby girl doll that clearly had not had much use. As I was expected to, I hugged it to me after I unwrapped it. "Do you like your new dolly?" Mary prompted. "Yes Mary, she is beautiful," I answered as I new I was expected to. "That's good dear. You know she is just like you, she wears diapers and even wets." After pausing a moment she continued, "She doesn't do much else I'm afraid, but then neither do you honey at the moment?" "No, Mary," I said with shame and bowed my head. Given I had behaved myself the nurse then left us to chat in private. Once alone she started. "You're so cute! I just love the fact that you are now a well behaved potty pants. You play the part so well you know, even better than the real toddlers!" When I didn't respond, she cheerfully asked, "How do you find wearing diapers and being bossed by toddlers?" "Horrible," I simply replied.. "Really?" she responded then started giggling. "I know this is naughty of me," she continued between giggles, "But it excites me to think that you are a grown man trapped as a backward toddler. It was so delicious to get you in trouble with the nurse. You know it was my pee the big girls used to wet your bed with, so I suppose I'm technically the bed wetter not you. I only wish you could stay like that forever instead of just the rest of the week. It would be such poetic justice!" After pausing for a moment she continued, "I hope your missing all your grown up things, but then you were always such a sissy maybe you prefer your pretty things and this more restricted lifestyle." "I do not! I hate it! How could anyone like this?" I said somewhat defensively. "Would you like to be forced to mess you pants and spend most of your time in a cot or playpen?" "Excellent!" she said as she clapped her hands with obvious glee. "I do hope so, because if you do hate this that much it excites me even more. In fact I'm almost wet with excitement now that you said that. I feared that you might have started enjoying it, which would have been no fun at all. Given my selfish nature and how much I enjoy knowing that I'm going to try and make sure that you have to behave just like a good little girl forever and ever and wont ever get out of diapers. Obviously I found the perfect punishment for you." She radiated with clear malicious joy through out her little speech. "By the way, you won't be leaving tomorrow with me of course as your diapered state should stop that. So that's the first step. Anyway on that positive note I must be off, maybe I'll come and visit you one day. By the way, see if you can get your new doll to wet before you do." she said grinning as she walked out of the crib. After that I was forced to take the doll everywhere with me and tell everyone how much I loved it. If I put her down she was forced back into my hands. The next day, we all went to church in town and Mary of course was able to leave through the pre-arranged toilet exit that was actually right next to the church. She made no effort to take me and didn't even look back at me as she disappeared into the toilet block. As predicted I of course was unable to enter due to still having to wear those hideous nappies. I did however try to escape my fate and attempted to make a dash into the toilet after I saw Mary enter. As I tried to follow, however, I was simply grabbed by one of the nurses. As she clasped me too her she said ominously, "Honey you don't need to follow the big girls in there. If you need to pee or poo you know that all you have to do is let it go in your diapers." I tried another tack and said, "But I want to see what the big girls do there." "A good idea but honey you'll see nothing as they'll have the doors closed when they pee. There is nothing else but toilets to see in there so given you can't use them you aren't missing out by staying here. Given your current diaper needs honey I don't think you'll be needing to visit a toilet block like that for a very long time, so don't ask again." I didn't see Mary the next week so I thought she truly must have abandoned me to this cruel fate. Deep down I kept hoping she would change her mind and come and save me. Surely she wasn't cruel enough to leave me here forever. I also started, however, to devise alternative escape plans. As a consequence during the next Sunday school I managed to sneak out of the grounds during the playtime break. This time I actually got to the entrance of the toilet block before an interfering stranger stopped me. I pleaded to be let go, but he insisted that he take me to the police since I was obviously lost - I didn't need to go into the toilet since I was wearing diapers. After that I was given even more restrictions. Everywhere I went outside I was forced to wear a baby harness so I couldn't run away again. MARY GIVES ME HOPE Two weeks later, Mary finally returned to the nursery but this time as an adult and in her normal form. "You're so cute, give us a curtsy honey," she said on finding me still there. I obliged out of habit and gave her the expected broad grin. "Now this time bend over so I can get a good look at your plastic panties," she demanded. This time I scowled at her and refused to comply. "Now don't be so rude honey, I've come to help, do as I ask or I'll just leave." Reluctantly I complied and she responded, "Very pretty, I so love panties with lots of lace, you are a very lucky girl to have them, aren't you?" She saw my expression then said, "No then, I therefore assume you still want to get out of here and haven't come to love your nappies, pretty dresses and infantile lifestyle." I nodded an emphatic agreement to that. "When you didn't find a way out, I wasn't sure you know," she reflectively paused. "I didn't realize that the system seemed to have decided to keep you stuck here. While I liked the little punishment I designed for you I never really wanted you to be stuck here forever. I'm very sorry but it seems to be a tricky situation you've got yourself or rather I got you into but I think I can help. The system doesn't seem to want to let you go as you are so I'll have to make some changes in you. You will need to trust me however. Do you still trust me after what happened to you?" I wasn't sure that I did, but then I realized I didn't have much choice, so after a brief reflection I answered, "Yes Mary, I knew you wouldn't abandon me." "Of course not, honey. How sweet. Now you be a good girl and I'll come and get you after I have set up a few things. I promise you won't be stuck in this crib much longer." As promised, a day later she came back and took me out of the nursery and off to a doctor's surgery. While we were waiting to see the lady doctor Mary explained, "Honey, this lady can help you. She already knows all about your situation and how much you want to get back to the real world. All you have to do is be honest with her. She is a special doctor who can rewrite your fate program which will get you out of that horrible crib". Rather apprehensively I entered the Doctor's room with Mary. "Hello Peta, I've heard so much about you." "You are miserable being a girl, I gather, and haven't come to love your pretty things," the lady Doctor then asked me. "Yes, I hate them and want to leave this world." "You are that unhappy here then?" "Definitely, I want out as soon as possible." "I gather you are also sick of no one believing you about once being a man and all the trouble you have got into for saying that." "That's right." "Well, as Mary said I can help you. After you go to sleep, I'll make some changes in the program and when you wake up all your problems will have gone. Won't that be nice dear?" "Yes Miss," I responded. Release, at least I hoped, as she gave me the injection to put me asleep. MARY'S HORRIBLE TRAP When I woke up, however, I was still in the virtual world but this time sitting in a car seat. As far as I could tell nothing other than my location seemed to have changed. To my great annoyance I was still a little girl and still wearing a dress and diapers. "Mary I don't think what we did at the doctors worked. I'm still here, aren't I, and nothing seems to have changed." "You're wrong honey. I'm pretty sure it did work very well." "What do you mean?" I said more than a little scared and worried if in my haste to agree I had once more been tricked. "Well that kind doctor has solved all our little problems, both yours and mine. What happened when you were unconscious is that she placed all sorts of restrictions on your behavior." "And how's that going to help me?" "Well in future you won't try to take off any clothes you are put in. Therefore you won't ever get into trouble for taking your nappies off again, also you won't complain again about being a girl. In fact," she said, "all you will be able to say is the opposite no matter how hard you try. What is more, every day you will become more and more girly, until you are the cutest and sweetest little thing possible. Isn't that nice?" "This is bullshit isn't it?" I said as much as a plea as a challenge. "Let's see then will we?" she responded. She then went on to test out the program take by asking me "Dear, are you happy being a girl?" I tried to say just how much I hated it, but instead I found myself responding "Yes, I love my dresses and my dollies, I'd never want to be a yucky boy again!" "And what about having to wear your nappies?" "I love them too, as I don't want to have accidents and make a mess of my pretty things." I knew this also wasn't correct but I just couldn't say what I wanted to say. I felt so incredibly frustrated as the wrong words seemed to come out. "Excellent," Mary concluded, "Clearly the doctor has solved your problem as now you are clearly happy being a little diaper-wearing girl. The program change has taken so well that even a program guardian will never guess you really want out. Which solves my problem as I don't want you as my boyfriend any more and I can't think of a nicer long-term fate for you. While you probably felt stuck before I realized that very soon a program guardian would track you down and after some simple questions would have probably released you. Now obviously you needed an attitude adjustment before that happened, as I so much wanted you to stay. The beauty of the change wrought on you is that while you will appear happy and content outside, inside you'll still hate your situation just as much as before. Isn't that good?" "No!" I managed to say, but I then found it impossible to say why. "Enjoy your new life, as I can promise you that it's not going to change for a very long time." I sat back miserably in my car seat and started to sob. At least that was something I could still do when I wanted to. Mary then took me to a new location a long way from the exit and told me that this would be my new home and that I would never see the exit again. Mary got a pusher out and strapped me into it "Before I leave you with your new mother there are a few other little surprises I want to show you." She then pushed me from the house to a nearby playground. At the park, Mary simply pulled the pusher up near a bench and just sat down. Shortly after getting there she said, "How's my little Potty pants doing?" Immediately my stomach started to rumble. As the pain built up Mary could see me squirming and trying to keep it in. "There is no point resisting, Peta, just relax and let it happen. Your diaper is going to be dirty very soon and alas will stay that way for some time." Defiantly I tried to resist but the spasms became worse and worse. Mary could see my increasingly pained efforts to hold it in, and with delight informed me, "Won't be long now, Peta, and you'll be a good little potty pants." Much to my disgust, shortly after that comment I had to give up the battle and felt my diaper fill with its hot sticky load. The tight belt in the pusher made it both hard to force out my waste and to get comfortable with it in the full diaper. Mary watched all this wrapped in silence, but when the motion had clearly finished, she said, "Now let me tell you what is going to happen next so you can know what to look forward to. Now you are simply just uncomfortable after you have wetted as well and sat in it for awhile that discomfort will gradually become unbearable. The smell will also get worse over time so no one else will want anything to do with you." After letting that all sink in and seeing my obvious distress he continued. "From now on, however, everyday this will happen to you, not just today, as I will tell your mother your special words that will make you uncontrollably mess just like you did then. Isn't that nice?" Again I tried to talk through the dummy and plead my case and again only nonsense sounds came out. "Don't bother as even if I removed your dummy nothing you can say now will change my mind nor your circumstances." After that I became more desperate in my plea attempts. Mary's response to that was to take me from the pusher and place me over her knee and say, "For now I think you need some more punishment for complaining so." She then proceeded to spank me until my bottom hurt. This also spread the mess further around my diaper and to my further embarrassment; it frightened me so much that I ended up peeing in my nappies. This development clearly pleased Mary and lead to a snide, "Dear you are learning so fast I am impressed. You'll be a complete baby before you know it." She then just put me back in the pusher. Once in it I found that my bottom hurt so much that I had to try and position myself to relief my poor tush. This was no easy task given how tightly I was strapped into the pusher. It all became too much and I started crying. Unfortunately I got no sympathy from Mary. If anything she seemed to delight further in my discomfort. We just sat there for a while in my ever-growing discomfort. After an hour of doing little more than gloat at me, Mary pushed me out of the park back towards my new home. On the way there something else started to bother me. I found that I was having difficulty interpreting the signs. On the way to the park they had been quite legible, but now many of them seemed to be in some strange foreign language. Mary noticed my consternation with the signs and informed me, "A potty pants doesn't need to be able to read signs and plot escapes. Gradually you will become as simple as a real potty pants. Something to look forward to ah!" Becoming desperate I broke into a howling wail. This served to only anger Mary again and she threatened to spank me again if I didn't shut up. With great efforts I managed to contain the sobs. As we got closer to the house I released another load into my already full diapers and consequently the smell emanating from them worsened. I noticed that my control was even less than before. Mary noticed that and gleefully said, "In a few days mother won't need any special words to make you mess. It will just happen without you knowing, as you'll find is already the case for peeing. In a week you'll be a complete potty pants who couldn't be potty trained even if your mother wanted it." I MEET MY NEW MOTHER At the house, Mary called out "I'm afraid Peta has messed her pants at the park while I was waiting for you to get home and you'll need to change her. Not the nicest introduction I suppose." "Well, she is a potty pants so I suppose it's to be expected. Just stick her in her new playpen. She's obviously used to dirty nappies so she can sit in it for a while, at least while we sort out the paper work. I'll deal with it when I'm good and ready," my future mother responded. She clearly wasn't the overprotective type. True to her word she left me alone for a good hour to contemplate my ever-worsening state of my diaper and horrible fate attached to it. When she finally came, it was such a relief to be changed that I felt like I had been transported to heaven. While being aired I noticed that I had already acquired the first signs of nappy rash. The next day my new mother came, and before doing anything, asked, "Are you going to be a good girl today?" I smiled at her and nodded my head. I was then released from my cot and restraints and put into a clean diaper. My overnight diaper was very wet and had become so without me being aware. Obviously, under the new programming Mary had arranged I was probably going to wet the bed at night and alas therefore at least would always need a night diaper. I however was determined to at least get out of diapers during the day. I hoped mother wouldn't use those words Mary had given her, and make me mess. Over the diaper she placed some very frilly plastic panties that had lots of lace. She then put a petticoat and a clean dress on me. The dress she chose was pink satin with a white yoke. It also had some white lace on the edge of the hem, arm puffs and yoke. Like all of the dresses mother had placed in my wardrobe it was very short and barely covered my diapered posterior. Over this, she finally snapped a baby harness into position. Like the dress, it was pink, but unlike the dress, it was made from thick leather. The buckles were all on the back and out of reach. It was somewhat ominous to hear those clicks, as I knew the restrictions they implied and I realized that I was helpless to remove it myself. It was another clear reminder of the infantile state I had been reduced to. In spite of having the harness on, it nevertheless still felt great to have some freedom of movement. Freedom of movement - in comparison to the cot - that is. After being dressed I was taken downstairs and placed in the playpen near were mother was working. "I can keep an eye on you there so you can't do anything naughty," she smiled as she connected a lead to my harness. "This will also stop you getting out of your play pen and running around the house if I need to leave for a moment." The lead was long enough to reach each end of the playpen but no further. The other end was firmly linked to one of the posts of the playpen. I realized I would not be climbing out, even if I wanted too. Being stuck in the playpen was quite boring as I only had a few toys to play with, but not as boring as I reflected it probably should have been. The subtle changes in me were probably still continuing and this worried me further. I still hoped I could somehow halt them. But as Mary promised I was gradually being reduced to nothing more than a potty pants. During the day it slowly dawned on me I really was no longer fully aware when I needed to pee and that I would surprisingly discover that my diaper had suddenly become wet. This distressed me further, but I also realized there was nothing I could do about it. Within a week I also found I lost any warning of the need to soil my pants and soon found I had sunk completely into the role of potty pants. JENNY JOINS ME IN MY NURSERY WORLD HELL I didn't see Mary again for a long time, and given I had forgotten how to count as well as read I can't even guess how long it was. One day, however, she did return with a new boyfriend in tow. Basically I assumed her visit was to show him what could happen if he messed with her as I had by then given up all hope of leaving this world. I also assumed it equally allowed her to rub in both my well-established infantile status and her ability to easily find a replacement for me. By that stage I had also accepted that I could be nothing other than a diaper wearing little girl and of course performed all the cute little gestures expected of me. "Hello, Peta," she began, "You are looking very cute today. Let's have a good look at that dress", she finished as she gestured me to stand and come to her. I felt I had better comply so I stood up and came too the edge of my playpen. She then lifted my dress up and gently tapped me on my diapered bottom. "Enjoying you diapers, are