The Changing School (Chapter 1) -- (Author) bbabybbear

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Author: bbabybbear
Timestamp: Dec 21, 2021 at 12:18 AM
Content: Hi everyone! Please enjoy my first ever diaper story. I've been a lurker for years and finally decided to put some of my own personal fantasies down on paper. Hoping to write another chapter soon. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1: Ellie's First Day

It was the first day of college, and Ellie was feeling nervous. She had been anticipating this day all summer, packing and repacking her trunk of suitcases at least once a week. College was a big deal. It meant a whole new group of friends, much more stimulating classes, and the beginning of a long-awaited milestone: potty training.

Of course, in most places around the country, potty training prep courses usually started during senior year of high school. But potty training officially began in earnest in post-secondary education. Ellie’s high school had run a potty training prep course, but after a few weeks (and a mortifying parent-teacher conference), the school had determined that she should wait until after the summer, when they anticipated she would be “developmentally ready.”

Despite this setback, which had felt insurmountable at the time, Ellie was entering her first day of college with bright eyes and a healthy amount of nervous anticipation. She checked her schedule one last time, stepped out of her car, and started up to the main entrance hall. All first years were supposed to begin their day by meeting their personal mentor and undergoing an “initial evaluation.” Ellie wasn’t sure what the evaluation would involve, so she had prepped by reviewing all of her old notebooks from the end of high school: art history, American lit, physics, and music theory. Despite her efforts to prepare, however, she walked into the main school building with her heart beating a little too fast for comfort.

The building was cavernous, with stone walls and students bustling around at great speed. Ellie was immediately ushered in the direction of 20-30 students gathered in a line labeled “First Years.” She struck up conversation with two girls ahead of her as the line moved steadily onward. After a while, Ellie found herself at the front of the line facing a rather stern-looking woman with dark hair tied up in a tight bun.

“Eleanore Wilson?” the woman asked. The sound of Ellie’s full name made her stomach flip, and she felt a small trickle of pee escape and absorb into her previously dry diaper.

“Yes, that’s me,” she managed to whisper to the tall woman.

“Very well, you may follow me.” The woman introduced herself as Professor Lynnwood, the Head of House for all first-years and professor for Introductory Potty Training.

Ellie suddenly felt self-conscious of her damp padding as she hurried to keep up with Professor Lynnwood’s long strides. Ellie had put a significant deal of thought into the kind of protection she would wear on her first day of school. She knew that some first-years would actually be wearing pull-ups after a year of prep and practice. But Ellie had never worn a pull-up in her life and couldn’t help but think that today was not the right time to experiment. Instead, she decided on an M3 cloth-backed diaper, which was more silent and discreet than its plastic-backed counterpart that she often wore.

Ellie’s attention snapped back into focus when Professor Lynnwood stopped in front of a tall wooden door. “Now Eleanore, we are about to begin the medical section of your evaluation, and we will then proceed to the academic placement exam, which you will sit with the rest of your classmates.”

At the look on horror on Ellie’s face, she added, “There’s nothing to be nervous about. Your mentor will guide you throughout your day today.”

Feeling not-at-all reassured, Ellie followed the professor into a large classroom, where she encountered four figures sitting behind a long mahogany table. There was a slightly medical-looking table in front of the professors, which Ellie quickly identified (with a flush of embarrassment) as a changing table.

Professor Lynnwood gestured for Ellie to have a seat on the table. After a few moments in which Ellie struggled to hop up, the professor offered to assist her. Ellie nodded her head and expected a step to be pulled out from the table. Instead, she felt her feet lift from the floor as Professor Lynnwood gently grasped under her armpits and placed her on the table. Flinching at the slight squishing sensation she felt as she made contact with the table, Ellie looked up at the tall woman.

“Now Eneanore, may I introduce you to Professor Fitzpatrick, who teaches Physics 101, Professor Johnson, who teaches microeconomics, and Professor Reed who teaches Intro to Creative Writing.” The three professors smiled benevolently, which eased some of the tension in her body. “You’ll also be pleased to meet your Mentor, Charlie, who will be an important person during your time here. Charlie will be your guide as you adapt to the daily life of the academy. He will also be a crucial support person during the course of your potty training, a transition that some students find challenging.”

Charlie beamed and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Do you like to be called Eneanore, or…”

“You can call me Ellie.”

Charlie nodded his head and said, “It’s wonderful to finally meet you. There’s no reason to be nervous. We are going to begin by discussing your academic history, some of your interests, and possible goals while here at school. Then we’ll do a quick medical exam, and we’ll be all set. No shots or anything like that,” he added through a smile when Ellie’s eyes opened wide. “Just height, weight, reflexes, and then we’ll get you changed and dressed for your placement exam.”

Before Ellie had time to process this, Professor Lynnwood began, “Alright Ellie, I see you have already taken theoretical calculus in high school…”

Eventually, the conversation turned to a more intimate subject. “Now then, let us move onto your toileting habits. I see in your case file that you did not complete preparatory training at your high school. Is that correct?”

Ellie gulped and stuttered slightly, “Th-that’s correct, Professor.”

“Not to worry. All first-years at the academy begin in standard high absorbency diapers. If a student shows us they are ready to advance to lower-absorbency diapers, we will meet to reassess. And am I correct in assuming you wet the bed every night?”

Ellie’s face flushed a dark shade of scarlet, and she answered, “That’s correct.” Ellie had not discussed this kind of information with anyone—except her Mother and the school nurse—in about four years. Students in high school tended to take care of their personal needs independently and only rarely required help from the school nurse. Ellie felt this kind of information was intensely personal. She didn’t dare look up at Charlie, who she guessed was only a few years ahead of her in school.

“Have you had any dry nights in the last three months?” asked Professor Lynnwood.

Looking down at her feet, Ellie said in a barely audible whisper, “No.”

“What was that Ellie? I couldn’t hear you.”

Charlie leaned over to Professor Lynnwood and said, “No dry nights, Professor.” He continued to Ellie, “That’s nothing to worry about. Staying dry at night usually comes well after being able to stay dry during the day. Right now, we are excited to get started and are excited that you’re here.”

Ellie returned Charlie’s gentle smile, but quickly looked down again at her feet which were dangling off the table.

Professor Reed, who had been taking furious notes up until that point now interjected, “The placement exam is scheduled to begin in about 10 minutes. Ellie, may Professor Lynnwood and Charlie help you get changed into your uniform?”

Ellie was taken off guard. She had been changing her own diapers for the past four or five years, with only the occasional help from her mother after a midnight diaper leak. Not wanting to be disagreeable right before an exam, however, Ellie nodded her head. Professor Lynnwood reached under the table and pulled out an extremely thick white diaper. “Now before we change you, do you think can you empty your bladder? We would like to see how wet you are at the end of the exam and want to start with a fresh slate, so to speak.”

“Right now?” Ellie asked, a feeling of humiliation bubbling up in her tummy.

“Yes, if you can. No need to be shy. We’ve asked all your classmates to do the same during their evaluation. That way everyone has a fresh start for the exam, which will last about an hour.”

Ellie’s mouth hung open, but she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on relaxing her bladder muscles. The problem was that Ellie had always struggled to make her bladder muscles follow her lead. She thought of dripping water (a trick that had helped in her in the past when trying out the big girl potty). She waited for the tell-tale feeling of warmth spreading between her legs, but nothing came. After what felt like several minutes, she looked up at Professor Lynnwood, and said simply, “I can’t.”

“Alrighty then, thank you for trying. We’ll go ahead and get you changed. Please lay back.”

Before Ellie’s head hit the table, Professor Lynnwood was already pulling her jean shorts down around her ankles. “You won’t be needing these for a little while.” On the other side of the table Charlie asked, “Is it okay if I help the professor, Ellie?” Ellie nodded her head, and Charlie started to undo her tapes.

“You’re already quite wet,” Professor Lynnwood said as she pulled the sodden diaper from between Ellie’s legs. Ellie lifted her head to try to look at the state of her diaper, but Charlie put his hand on her shoulder and said, “No worries, Ellie, we’ll take care of it.” She hadn’t remembered wetting herself very much… just that one leak earlier in the day. Though it wouldn’t be entirely surprising if she had gone without realizing it. Stress and nerves tended to distract her from realizing what was happening to her diaper.

Professor Lynnwood lifted her legs into the air and she felt a soft, dry diaper placed underneath her and then pulled up snugly between her legs. Charlie handed baby power and Desitin to the professor, and it was expertly and quickly applied before Ellie could protest. Her diaper was taped up, and a pair of grey leggings were pulled over her hips.

“Time to sit up, and hands to the sky,” said Charlie cheerfully. Ellie was beside herself with embarrassment. She lifted up her hands and felt her shirt being pulled off and replaced with a soft, cotton tee shirt that matched the grey leggings.

Ellie looked down at her clothing and saw the leggings did nothing to hide the thickness of the diaper she was now wearing. The tee was short and barely covered her waistband that was eagerly trying to make itself known to the world. She pulled down the shirt as far as it would stretch.

“Everyone is wearing the same uniform, though you’re a bit between sizes,” Charlie considered as he examined her waistband. Charlie reached under Ellie’s armpits in the same way Professor Lynnwood had earlier, and he placed her back on the ground.

Feeling somewhat dazed with embarrassment, Ellie followed Charlie, who indicated that the test would begin soon. She had a pronounced waddle as she walked up to a tall door that led into the exam room.

“Alrighty, I am going to leave you during your exam, but I’ll come find you once the test lets out. If you need anything, you can let the proctor know, and they’ll come get me. Good luck!”

Ellie waved goodbye to Charlie and opened the door, feeling certain that whatever was before her couldn’t be as difficult as what she had just experienced…