“Honestly,” Hannah shook her head. “It isn’t that hard, is it?”
She knew she should be more patient – this was part of her job, after all – but it was difficult… After all, part of the reason she’d decided to work as the school nurse at high school, rather than elementary, was that she had assumed she wouldn’t have to deal with this sort of thing. And yet, here she was, helping this senior change her wet pants.
“I’m not doing it on purpose!” April whined. “The teacher wouldn’t give me a hall pass…”
Hannah had heard that excuse before, along with pretty much every other one in the book. She might have felt bad for the girl, except she had her charts, and could see that there was nothing wrong with her, no medical reason for any of this… She was, as far as Hannah could tell, just too immature or too lazy – or both – to make it to the bathroom on time consistently.
The former seemed the most likely; to keep from leaking all over the place, the girl wore training panties, ones made for actual children, and, honestly, they fit in with the rest of her wardrobe perfectly. All her shirts had cutesy designs or characters on them, she typically wore knee socks and plaid skirts, and her shoes were fastened with velcro, rather than laces. She looked, Hannah thought, for all intents and purposes, like she was just starting her school career, instead of being months away from finishing it.
“You’d think at this point, you’d be able to handle this by yourself,” Hannah rolled her eyes. “If you can’t stay dry, you could at least change your own diapers.”
“They aren’t diapers!” April fumed. “And it’s not like you were doing anything else… If it wasn’t for me, you’d just sit around all day and do nothing! You can just go to the bathroom whenever you want!”
Hannah glared, wanting to lecture the girl about how wrong she was… Except, really, she wasn’t that far off. There was, typically, not that much going on, other than the occasional injury during gym. Every now and then, something else would come up, but, on a normal, day to day basis, she had it pretty easy.
She wasn’t about to concede that point to April, however. “You have no idea what it’s like to have a job,” she said, keeping things pretty general. “It’s a lot more difficult than you would think, and way harder than just not peeing yourself for an hour at a time.”
April scowled, crossing her arms and glaring up at the nurse until an idea struck her. “Why don’t you prove it?” she suggested.
“Huh?” Hannah frowned. “How would I do that?”
“Trade places with me for the rest of the day,” April said. “I’ll do your job, and you go to my classes… I mean, obviously, the teachers will know it isn’t me, but you can write me a note to excuse me… If you can stay dry until the end of the day, I’ll just take care of this on my own from now on, and leave you alone.”
It was stupid, the kind of thing, as one of the adults at the school, she should never have even given a second thought… It might be a good way to prove to April just how immature she was really being, however, and get her to learn to take care of herself, which could be a very valuable lesson. Plus, it would make Hannah’s job easier.
“All right,” Hannah shrugged. “Let’s do it.”
And so, for the first time, Hannah put herself into the training panties, rather than helping April into them, pulling on the girl’s clothes, which immediately made her feel a decade younger… Which, considering she was only a few years older than April, was not good. With her trainers crinkling under her skirt, and her velcroed tennis shoes, she could have sworn she was going out to elementary school.
Seeing April dressed in something other than her usual outfit was also a bit of a shock, making her feel even younger. With Hannah’s heels on, she was taller than the nurse, and her glasses now made her look sophisticated and a little more grown-up, rather than nerdy. And the dress… Hannah didn’t think it looked that good even on her.
“Umm, I-I don’t…” Hannah began to have second thoughts.
“Go on, you’re going to be late,” April shooed her out of the room with a pat on her padded bottom, shutting the door behind her, leaving her out in the hall, surrounded by teenagers. Any other day, she would have barely even thought about the way they saw her… Now, as ‘one of them’, she felt incredibly self-conscious, her hand constantly tugging on her skirt, which felt far too short.
She didn’t even make it through one class. An hour felt a lot longer, squirming in one of those hard, wooden desks, worried that, if she raised her hand and asked for a hall pass, the teacher, and everyone else, would know why… And, that they’d recognize her and wonder why she was here, rather than in her office. She did try, anyway, though, as the urge to pee grew stronger and stronger, and she wished she’d gone before all this had started, thinking that April was, probably, just too shy to even try.
“We’re almost finished,” the teacher sighed. “Can you just wait five more minutes?”
Hannah was sure she could; she was wrong, although she was pretty sure it was longer than just five minutes. Her fidgeting suddenly stopped as she felt the padding beneath her begin to warm, to soften, to grow squishy beneath her, and she realized, to her horror, what was happening. She started to raise her hand again, to try to make a mad dash to the bathroom, but it was too late.
There was no way she was going to admit she’d failed already, so, as gross as it was, she kept the training pants on. She tried hiding out, not wanting to face another teacher, or anyone else, but she was caught by a hall monitor, who, when she refused to tell him where she was supposed to be in, claimed to recognize her and dragged her off to, humiliatingly, a classroom full of freshmen.
That, somehow, wasn’t even the worst of it. When she tried to go to the bathroom once that was over, she ran into a group of bullies who refused to let her into any of the stalls unless she paid their toll fee. She rolled her eyes, turning to leave and go to one of the other bathrooms, only for one of them to block the door, sniffing the air dramatically. “I think she already went,” the girl chuckled.
Hannah gasped as she felt her skirt being lifted from behind, twirling around and slapping the hand of the girl who had grabbed it, aghast. “Oh, feisty, huh?” the girl grinned. “I’ll let you get away with that this time, but we’d better not catch you in here again, or you’ll regret it, diaper girl.”
“I’m not wearing a diaper!” Hannah insisted, stomping her foot, blushing as she realized how similar that was to something April had said.
“Then prove it,” the bully smirked; Hannah, of course, didn’t. “That’s what I thought…”
There was no time to make it to another bathroom, and her teacher refused to give her a hall pass so soon after class began, which meant another accident, this one leaving her on edge the rest of the period, afraid she’d gone too much, that she had leaked. Thankfully, the school day was over after that, although it was hard to be too excited, rushing back to her office, knowing the state of her training pants.
April looked even more grown-up and intimidating; maybe it was that she’d unzipped a bit of her dress, revealing a little more cleavage than most school nurses would ever think of, or perhaps it was just the soaked pull-up under Hannah’s skirt. When the girl ordered her to take off the skirt and sit on the exam table, however, Hannah couldn’t even bring herself to argue…
She did, however, begin spouting out excuses, even before April reached out for her training panties to check her. “I-I couldn’t get a pass, and then…”
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” April told her. “Staying dry isn’t that hard, is it? I have to say, it really is, when I have a bathroom right here in my office that I can use whenever I want… Look, I’m perfectly dry.” She lifted her skirt, making Hannah blush – and feel a little annoyed – as she saw her old panties on the girl’s hips, not a single wet spot on them. “Now, let’s see how you did…”
The answer was, of course, not that well. “You’re practically leaking!” April shook her head. “It’s a good thing I found these…” She walked to one of the shelves, which now held a stack of diapers. Hannah vaguely recognized them from one of the dusty cupboards in the office, a relic from an earlier nurse… She’d forgotten they were even there, or she might have threatened April with them.
Now, however, she was the one who was about to be put into them. April even brought over a jar of suppositories, a silent threat to keep the nurse quiet as she worked. “Your job, on the other hand, really isn’t that hard… It’s pretty nice in here, actually. I think it would be fun to hang out in here sometimes… So, whenever I want, you’re going to let me have your office… You’re going to write me notes, so I don’t get in trouble, and you’re going to leave me alone, and go see what high school is really like, in whatever I choose to make you wear, which is definitely going to include these,” she gave the diaper a crinkly squeeze, “since I don’t want you leaking all over my clothes. And if I hear one complaint out of you, I’ll tell the principal that you’ve been forcing me to wear Pull-Ups all this time because you’re a creepy perv, which is only going to get easier to believe when he finds out you’ve been dressing like that, and pretending to be a student.”
Hannah opened her mouth to protest, but, what could she do? There was no medical reason April should be wearing those, no notes from her parents about it, nothing to prove that it wasn’t Hannah’s idea… There was a chance the principal could run into her out in the hall and blow all this, anyway, but, judging by how different April looked – and the fact she’d been mistaken for a freshman earlier – hopefully her own clothes were different enough she wouldn’t be recognized.
“Good,” April nodded, seeing the resignation in the nurse’s eyes. “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? Now, let’s get you all diapered up for your drive home… I want you to get used to them, because I’m going to make sure you spend plenty of time in them from now on…”
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