This choice: But first we will have to diaper the baby • Go Back...Chapter #5But first we will have to diaper the baby by: milida   One of the other Matrons declared "But first we will have to diaper the baby"
Jessica gives her a look of horror "Lady I'm a grown women what do you mean diaper me?"
The male guard called a colleague on his walking talkie then declared "It in hard a female colleague is on the way we have supplies for this sorts of situations"
Moments latter a female guard appeared and quickly took charge of Jessica. They first stopped by the security office where the guard picked up a bag from a locker, then onto the ladies restroom.
"Please" Jessica pleaded with her, "You've got to believe me. I'm not a school girl-- I'm not who I appear to be, I'm really a grown up!"
The bored guard looked at her and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say, honey," she said. "Let's however get you out of those wet panties"
With that, the guard easily lifted poor Jessica up onto the 'baby's changing station' supplied in the ladies toilet. Jessica blushed hotly as the women pulled off her cotton panties.
"Wha.. wha... what's that?" Jessica asked somewhat stupidly as the female guard pulled out what was obviously a disposable diaper from the bag.
"Now sweetie, we can't have you having accidents all over the place, now can we honey?" she nonchalantly responded, then added "We don't want to make unnecessary work for the poor cleaners now do we. Now be a doll and lift your bottom please"
Jessica was to stunned to respond so the guard practically pulled her up and slid the diaper under her. She squealed when the pads came into contact with her rather sore bottom. With obvious expertise from prior experience in diapering babies, the guard quickly taped the diaper on and pulled up a pair of plastic pants. Then she stood Jessica up on her feet.
Poor Jessica was almost in shock. She just couldn't belief what had just happened to her. How could a grown up women with an important professional reporter job like hers find herself back in diapers! Jessica was used to people like this lowly female guard doing what she told them. Now that women had diapered her in spite of her clear protestations!
Jessica instantly hated the diapers and found they were hot and sticky. Even worse she could feel the heat rising in her plastic pants. It was a far cry from the silken panties and pantyhose that she was used to wearing!
As they left the ladies room, poor Jessica cringed as she heard the plastic rustling from beneath her equally hideous jumper. Worse, she soon realized form the various snide looks she got that the bulky diaper was plainly visible to all!
The staff from St Mary's were waiting by the back entrance and quickly took control of poor Jessica and lead her outside. Naturally she was protesting all the way, but of course no one paid any attention. They just assumed she was a naughty girl having a silly tantrum and deserved what was happening.
"But you don't UNDERSTAND!" she yelled. "I don't need to go to school. I'm a GROWN UP"!
The two matrons just laughed and one warned ""Sure you are honey, grown up women throw tantrums and wear diapers all the time. You just keep that up as I'd like to see what the sister's will say when they hear that load of crap coming from your mouth. If you'll take my advice, you'll be quiet as a mouse as we go back to school and when you get your punishment for trying to run away"
With that, the lady put Jessica in the van and strapped her securely in place so she couldn't do another run. She saw there were two other girls--obviously the ones who had tried to run away. Jessica just couldn't understand why these these people didn't get it that she wasn't one of them.
Jessica fumed as she sat in the back of the van with the two other girls not having much choice about the matter. Her bottom was still stinging from the recent spanking and the blasted diapers were becoming very uncomfortable. She desperately tried to formulate a plan of escape but for some reason none came. To her, it seemed so hopeless; after all, how do you escape from childhood?
With effort she pushed these melancholy thoughts aside and started to think strategically. Clearly, she reasoned, it was a simple matter of transformation-- she just needed to somehow get back home. In her home, her adult life was waiting-- her ID, her job, her clothes, her grown up underwear, in fact her entire life.
Of course, she realized that was easier said then done. As she was sitting in the bus heading to a rather secure reform school, she had no money, no identification, and no car. Even worse she was dressed as a schoolgirl and people actually believed that she was only a child.
The van was driven through the rather imposing gates of the school and up the drive to the administration building. A stern faced nun was waiting for the run away girls.
"It's Sister Betrace!" said one of the girls in clear horror. That reaction didn't sound good to Jessica.
"The horrid old witch" said the other girl with equal intrepitation "There's a rumour going around that she has a broomstick and can actually fly!"
The van stopped and all the girls were released from their restraints then quickly piled out.
The girls were told to line up and Sister Bertrace walked up and down, looking at each of them with an extremely critical eye.
"I'm disappointed in all of you," she said with menace in her voice "You all know better than to try to run away. You should certainly know better than to go to the mall-- that's the first place we look for runaways!"
She paused in her harangue and looked at Jessica somewhat critically then frowned.
"Child, I don't know you-- are you a new student? And what's this?" she asked, seeing Jessica's diapers and plastic pants peeking out from under the hem of her jumper.
The other girls snickered, but became silent at a frosty glance from the sister.
"Umm...." Jessica replied, blushing a bright crimson "Can I speak with you alone?" she nervously asked. She decided she would have to take a chance and tell this nun the truth. Hopefully, she could help her out and get her back home.
"I'm going to speak to each of you alone" the nun said to Jessica in a very ominous tone.
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