It was Friday and it was the last class for the day. It was ceramics class at the Vlad Nobakov School for Visual Arts. Judy was molding Play-do brand ceramics clay into a pinch pot. She wore a frilly sundress that vaguely resembled Snow White's outfit from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves that utterly failed to hide the diaper strapped to her waist. Around her neck hung a long workshop-grade bib to protect her clothes from messes.
"Mmoock awt mwine," her friend Trixie said. Trixie wore a generic baby-pink sundress and diaper, her hair held into two cutsey pigtails by butterfly hair-clips. In her mouth she sucked on a matching pink pacifier in the shape of a butterfly. She presented her own pinch-pot to Judy, a thin but rather tall punch-pot, her name traced along the front of the pot with the tip of her finger.
"Oh wow," said Judy. She looked at her own and thought it was stumpy and uneven by comparison. Suddenly the bell rang, indicating that both the class and school has ended.
"All right class, bag your projects if you aren't done with them. We'll be continuing this next week," said Mrs. Murray. She wore fairly adult clothes, a t-shirt and jeans with the rims of her own diaper poking out from the top.
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