sissy Barbie 101

"I think it's only fair," Cece nodded seriously to the woman interviewing her. "If the rules are in place, then they have to be followed, no matter what. Some of the rules in the handbook seem a bit odd, but I'm sure there are reasons for all of them, and I'll do everything in my power to enforce them."

She was pretty certain that was one of the main reasons she got the job... It had been obvious the rules were a big deal, and that the staff was expected to support them, so she'd been happy to say just how much she agreed with them, no matter how strange some of them seemed. From everything she'd heard about the school, the students were meant to be older, some of them barely any younger than she would be when she started, so she couldn't imagine the things the rules seemed to be in place to prevent being a big deal.

Either way, getting considered for this job right out of school was a big deal, so she didn't want to mess it up.... It even offered on-campus lodging for her so she'd have time to save up for a place of her own, along with a decent car to take her back and forth. It was perfect! If she had to put up with some slightly strange stuff, well... So be it.

She was delighted to hear back a couple weeks later that she'd been accepted, that she could move in as soon as she liked, to have the rest of the summer to get used to the facilities before the new school year started. She was all too happy to do so; the campus had been gorgeous when she'd visited for the interview, and the staff quarters looked very nice as well, especially when she wasn't being charged to stay there.

All of that was still true when she got there with her things. In fact, the room she was led to with all her boxes and suitcases was even larger than the one she'd been shown on her brief tour! She couldn't believe so few of the staff bothered to just live on campus if these were the accommodations - the school was pretty far out of the way, after all.

In fact, everything seemed to be going quite well... Until that night. She was getting ready to go to bed - earlier than usual, since she was feeling rather tired, which she attributed to the stress of moving - when she heard a knock at her door, opening it to find the Headmistress there, something thick and shiny in her hands. "Umm, hi," Cece said, looking at the object apprehensively. "What's up?"

"Well," the Headmistress told her, "You agreed that rules are important, did you not?" Cece nodded. "Ah, good. Then you understand."

She held her hand out to Cece, who backed away from it, as if it were holding a squirming snaked. "I-I'm afraid I don't, not exactly..." she had to admit.

"You read the student handbook, right?" the Headmistress asked sternly. "Anyone staying here has to provide proof that they don't need protection at night... If they don't, they'll have to prove it while they're here."

Cece's cheeks began to warm. "That was for the students, though..."

"It was for anyone staying under this roof," the Headmistress corrected her. "And since you didn't turn in any proof, I assumed you were just going to do it here."

"B-But... I-I'm..." Cece stammered. She'd read the handbook, yes, but she had never even considered some of them might apply to her... She definitely hadn't thought to bring 'proof', although even if she had, she wasn't sure what form that would take.

"This isn't negotiable," the woman told her. "You can do it, or we can consider your employment here terminated." Cece took the thing from the Headmistress's hand, wrinkling her nose at the slick, thick garment. "Can you take care of it on your own, or do you need help?"

"I'll do it," Cece sighed, staring down at it.

"All right," the Headmistress stepped back outside the door and started to close it. "I will have to confirm that you've put it on, of course, but I'll give you some privacy."

Cece could hardly believe this... Here she was, an adult, about to start her first real job, but in order to do it, she had to tape herself into a diaper, and sleep in it, just to prove that she wasn't a bedwetter. It was awful, humiliating... But at least she knew it was a test she could pass. Her skin crawled a little at the sound of the tapes opening, and at the feeling of her rear settling onto the cushy padding, but in a few moments, it was done.

"Good work. I'll be in to check on you in the morning," the Headmistress praised her, coming back in to inspect her handiwork. "Don't worry, it'll only be for a week. I have no doubt you'll pass with flying colors."

And she should have. Cece couldn't even remember the last time she'd wet the bed... Just like she couldn't recall the last time she'd gone to bed so early. When she woke, she did so with a groan, wrinkling her nose at the strange sensation of the diaper between her legs. That had to be what felt so strange, right?

But she didn't remember it feeling quite so soft... So... mushy... And that smell.... She gasped, sitting up, eyes shooting open as the mass squelched in her diaper at the movement. There was no way... She couldn't have... She braced herself, looking down at her diaper and seeing the bulge there, as well as an obvious wet patch.

Her heart began to race as she thought of the rules she'd agreed to enforce... A wet diaper was bad enough, counting as one strike, extending the length of time she'd have to wear diapers - and keep them dry - before proving she didn't need them to two weeks. A messy diaper meant two strikes, which meant she had to wear those diapers all day, as well as at night, and keep from using them the whole time. Both together counted as three strikes, right out of the gate... That meant she was stuck in them full time, with no trips to the bathroom, for the whole semester, which hadn't even started yet!

It shouldn't have been an issue, she tried to tell herself, as if it made any difference now. She'd kept herself dry, and certainly clean, for nearly twenty years of nights up until now! Why had this happened now?! Could it have something to do with why she'd felt so tired, so early? Maybe she was sick...

Surely the Headmistress would take pity on her. She wouldn't want one of her teachers to be diapered, would she? How would she expect the students to respect her?! Then again, from the way she'd sounded the night before, it sure sounded like she intended to hold Cece to the same standards as the kids...

It had been a long summer, and Cece still hadn't figured out what had happened. She was an adult, fresh out of school, and on her very first night at her first real job, she'd somehow earned her way back into diapers, full-time.

The Headmistress had, of course, not been very happy about that, but she also wasn't willing to make any exceptions for Cece just because she was a teacher, and not a student. Unless she could afford to get her own place, off the school campus, she had to follow all the school rules for boarders... And even if she could find an apartment or something nearby that she could afford - as well as a car that was cheap enough to get her back and forth - since she'd already so dramatically failed her Continence Test, she wouldn't be allowed to move out until the next semester, and even then she'd have to try the test again and pass.

So, until then, she was stuck in diapers. The most frustrating part was that she knew she didn't need them... Sure, her night-time accidents hadn't stopped after that first night, much to her dismay, and her nights seemed to be getting longer as she got tired much earlier than she had while she was at home, or in college, but during the day, she always knew exactly when she needed to use the bathroom, and could have made it there, no problem, if only she were allowed to use them.

She knew better than to try anyway... At least, she did now. One day, she'd been desperate, not wanting to poop her pants when she knew there was a toilet just a hallway away, so she'd snuck in, slid her diaper down, and went like an adult for once. When she'd come out of the bathroom, however, the Headmistress was waiting, looking very disappointed. That evening, when she went back to her room after a day of getting her classroom ready for students, her bed was gone, replaced by a giant crib. Cece hadn't tried to use the bathroom again... She didn't have the courage, or desire, to see what else the Headmistress would do to her if she continued breaking the rules.

Despite hating having to walk around the school all day in diapers, she was glad it happened when it had, since that gave her plenty of time to get used to wearing the infantile undergarments, and keeping them hidden. Since she'd wanted to look professional, she hadn't brought any clothes that were too tight, or too short, that would easily make the diapers too obvious, but she still had to be careful, and the extra practice came in very handy.

The only time she didn't worry too much about it was at night. Since it was summertime, the days and night were getting warmer, and while the air conditioning kept the school comfortable during the day, there seemed to be something wrong with her room... Maybe it was having to wear the hot, thick, plastic coated diapers, or perhaps the AC for her room was broken - though she was now too nervous to face the Headmistress if she didn't have to, and wasn't about to complain about anything when she did see the woman.

Instead, she took to wearing nothing but her diaper at night. At first, it had felt humiliating, but after a few days, it was oddly liberating. After all, there was nobody else here to see her...

Then the students came. The first couple days were stressful, despite all her diaper hiding practice.... She would have been anxious, anyway, with her first real teaching position; the added stress of being diapered only amplified it. After a few days, though, with the students seemingly not noticing, she began to relax a bit.

Every teacher at the school had to maintain certain office hours. Cece had her office all set up, but, on the first week of school, she hadn't had many students drop by, and those that did were mostly just older students, introducing themselves to the new teacher. The first couple nights, she'd forced herself to stay in her office until the hours were officially over, despite how late they were with her body's new sleep schedule, but she'd been so exhausted the day after, she'd eventually taken to sneaking back to her room early. Nobody had shown up to see her for hours... There was no way it really mattered.

The first Friday, she'd made her way to her bedroom and stripped down to her diaper, freshly changed by the school nurse. Her cheeks were still flushed from the nurse's question of, "Any big plans for tonight?" Mere months ago, when she was in school herself, she'd partied most weekends... Now, on a Friday night, she was headed to bed - in a crib - before the sun was even down, taped snugly into a diaper she knew from experience was going to be soaked by the time she woke up.

There had to be something wrong... She wasn't sure what, but all of this was just wrong. She climbed into her crib, staring out her window at the lawn outside, the students running around, or sitting on benches and reading, or making out under the trees dotting the landscape. She used to be just like them... What had happened to her?

She was so lost in thought, she didn't think about her office hours still going on, or that her bedroom number was listed in the school directory beside her office room number because - as the Headmistress had told her at some point - the teachers prided themselves on how open and available they were for their students, or how she'd been so embarrassed about the new state of her life that she'd forgotten to lock her door when she came in.... She didn't even hear the light tap on the door, or the knob slowly turning, letting in three of the most popular girls in her class, ones that even she was intimidated by, despite being older than them, and in charge of them.

No matter how distracted she was, there was no way to miss the giggle, or the artificial snap of a smartphone's camera. By the time she spun around, leaving herself fully exposed for the next shot, she could feel her diaper growing warmer from the shock and mortification, even before seeing exactly who it was.

"N-No, you don't understand..." Cece stammered, once she managed to find her voice. A moment later, she finally thought to grab for her blanket, pulling it up over herself, over the now wet diaper, over her bare chest, hiding all of her shame from the students who had just barged into her room and found her kneeling in a crib, about to go to sleep in it.

"Oh, I understand perfectly," Lilly, the student with the apple, sauntered over to her. "I've been at this school long enough to see that you must have failed the Headmistress's test... You, the big bad teacher, are nothing but a bedwetter, aren't you?"

"No!" Cece gulped, trying to shrink even further behind her blanket, as if that would protect her. It was true... Or had been, at one time. Before she'd come here, she hadn't wet the bed in probably fifteen years, if not longer... Now, she woke up wet every morning, and, tonight, she'd be falling asleep that way, as well, after her fright.

"Really?" Lilly smirked, stepping closer to the crib and snatching the blanket out of Cece's hand in one quick movement, then pressing her hand to the woman's diaper. "Just like I thought... She's already wet!"

"Stop it!" Cece demanded. "What do you think you're..?!" She stopped with a gasp as the girl pushed harder on her diaper, shoving the sodden padding against her privates.

"I'm doing whatever I want," Lilly informed her confidently. "Because this," she gave the diaper a rub, making Cece squirm, cheeks red, "means you're just a baby, while this," she lifted her skirt, showing off her skimpy, black panties, "means I'm the big girl. Which makes me your babysitter... So I can do whatever I want with you, or with these." She let her skirt fall back into place, then grabbed her phone again, getting another picture, this time of Cece trying to hide both her face and her wet diaper, leaving the rest of her totally exposed.

"You know what?" Lilly turned to her cohorts, "I really don't think she's capable of eating her snack like a big girl." All but one of the other girls smiled, excusing themselves while their leader stared down at the cowering teacher.

"Y-You can't do this," Cece informed her. "I am your teacher, and... and I'm in control of your grades!"

"And I'll be getting excellent ones from here on out," Lilly said.

Cece shook her head. "Despite how this looks, I can be a very harsh grader, and if you don't stop this right now, I'll..." But Lilly hadn't been listening to any of it; she'd turned to the last girl and started whispering something. The other girl giggled and ran off as well, leaving Cece and Lilly alone.

"You've had your fun," Cece told the girl, hoping she'd be feeling a bit less confident, now that she didn't have any backup. "But you're going to get out of my room now, and..." She yelped as she was pulled down and out of her crib, then over to the room's chair, where Lilly sat down and yanked the teacher over her lap. For a long moment, Cece wasn't sure what was happening... Until she felt slightly cooler air on her backside - toasty from being encased in her thick diapers all day. "No!" she wailed. "No, you can't...!" She squealed as Lilly proved her wrong, landing a hard swat on her bottom, followed by one on the other cheek.

Cece hadn't been spanked in probably just as long as it had been since she'd wet the bed - at least, before starting this job - so she was blubbering in no time, both from the pain and the humiliation. She didn't notice the last girl to leave returning, standing by and watching with a giggle, not until the spanking ended and she was draped over Lilly's lap, sniffling.

"Wh-What are you doing?!" she demanded; the only response she received was her diaper being pulled up and given a harsh pat as she was sent to the corner.

It didn't take long, fidgeting in time-out, to figure it out, as her stomach began to churn, much worse, and more quickly, than usual. Oh no... This couldn't happen, not here, not now... She groaned, wrapping her arms around her tummy, trying to muster up all the control she had.

The door opened again, and she dared to turn around in time to see the rest of the girls carrying in a large, sturdy looking highchair. "No," she shook her head, before remembering she wasn't supposed to be looking at anything other than the corner. Luckily, Lilly didn't seem to mind, as she marched over and grabbed her hand, leading her to the chair and pushing her up into it. After the crib, it didn't surprise Cece all that much that the school would have these as well, although that did little to help her feel better when the tray was being lowered over her head and pushed in against her burbling stomach, locking her in place.

The girls swarmed around her, setting snacks and baby toys on the tray, or putting a plastic bib - which did nothing to hide her breasts - around her neck, or tying her hair into ponytails. "Doesn't she look precious?" Lilly gushed, stepping back to admire her and her friends' handiwork, commemorating it with another picture. "So perfect..."

"All right, that's enough," Cece declared, rattling the highchair's tray uselessly. "Let me out of here!"

"Such an ungrateful little girl," Lilly shook her head. "After everyone went to the trouble of bringing you all this? No, sweetie, you're going to finish everything on your tray... Then you can go to bed."

Cece looked down at the tray, swallowing nervously. There was a bowl of applesauce, like they'd promised, but there was also a baby bottle full of milk, and some graham crackers. There was no spoon in sight... "And play with your toys," Lilly instructed. "Now! Pick it up!"

Cece dipped her hand into the applesauce, finally accepting, after nibbling her way through the graham crackers, that there was no spoon coming. After all, what good was the bib if she could just eat normally? She was sure the gathered students wanted to see her make a mess of herself, and that's exactly what happened, as the applesauce dripped from her fingers onto her leg as she brought her left hand up to her face, then down her face when she tried to pour it into her mouth.

She stopped, tensing up as another cramp hit her, leaving her wriggling in the highchair's padded wooden seat, her diaper gliding easily across the surface, giving her little traction. This couldn't be happening, not now... She had to wear her diapers while teaching, but she always managed to keep from using them until she was in between classes, generally on her way to the nurse for a change; she'd had a few close calls lately, and, if she was being honest, there may have been a couple damp patches even before she gave in and soaked her diaper a couple times, though that was about the extent of it.

Now? She wasn't in class, no... She was surrounded by students, however, in just a diaper and bib, eating with her hands, next to the crib that was clearly the only place to sleep in this room. She hadn't even touched her milk yet... She was a little afraid to, after Lilly had given her those suppositories. What could her minion have put in the bottle? For that matter, what could they have put in the applesauce she was eating?

"No..." she gasped at the sensation of something warm and squishy invading her pants, slowly creeping its way in. She sat down as hard and as flat as she could, praying that would be enough to stem the flow.

"What's wrong, baby?" Lilly asked, leaning forward. Cece blushed, trying to slide back, not wanting to girl to smell anything, or guess what was happening... Her diaper slipped too far on the plastic-coated padding underneath, however, removing all the pressure she'd been putting on it. In a long, horrifying moment, she heard a loud, rude noise rumble from beneath her, and a wave of mush poured out into her diaper.... She was getting much too used to having to mess herself, but this was something different entirely - there was no stopping it, no slowing it down. It was completely out of her control, making her feel like a real baby as she sat there, stunned.

"Uh-oh!" Lilly chanted, as her friends giggled behind her. "Don't worry, we'll get you taken care of once you're done with your snack!"

Cece didn't like the sound of that; she also didn't like the thought of staying like this. Not only had she never lost control like that, or filled her diaper in front of students, she was pretty sure she'd never made this big of a mess, either... All of it, combined, left her feeling very small, very helpless... "O-Okay," she mumbled quietly, going back to her applesauce, trying not to move too much, though, between the slickness of her diaper and the seat, there was little she could do about that.

"You can take your bottle with you," Lilly told her, thankfully, once she'd cleaned out the applesauce bowl, actually lifting it to her face and licking the last of the stuff out, leaving her with it smeared across her nose. "Let's get going!"

She lifted the tray, helping Cece down, though the woman stared at her blankly for a moment. "L-Like this?" Even ignoring her messy diaper, she was in a plastic bib, covered in applesauce, holding a bottle...

"Well, the nurse doesn't make house calls!" Lilly smiled. "Unless you want to go to sleep like this?"

Cece shook her head, heart pounding as she was escorted out of the room. She knew the path to the nurse's office well, and while it thankfully didn't take her past the boys' dorm, there were an awful lots of girls' rooms she had to pass, praying that they were busy, not wandering the halls. She kept her head down, sucking on her bottle to try to distract herself, looking away whenever she saw a pair of feet heading in her direction, as if, by not acknowledging them, they wouldn't see her.

Finally, they stopped, giving Cece a brief moment of hope until she glanced up and saw, not the nurse's office door, but the Headmistress. Her eyes widened, mouth dropping open as a million excuses ran through her mind, each more ridiculous than the last. "What is going on here?" the Headmistress asked, staring right at Cece. Then, to the teacher's horror, she sniffed the air. "It smells like somebody had another messy accident..." she said, her eyes still fixed straight on Cece.

"I... I...." Cece gulped.

"We were just going to welcome her to the school, and found her dressed this way," Lilly offered. "Then she did... Well, you know. I was bringing her down for a change, and she just refused to put on any real clothes..."

"I can't believe this," the Headmistress shook her head. "I thought I was hiring an adult, not a toddler... Can you even control yourself?" Cece gulped, her last experience making it hard to say she could. "You are on probation, young lady... Lilly, thank you for helping her. How would you like to do some extra credit work for me? Your friends are welcome to help, too, since I'd hate for you to miss out on all your other activities, and I'm afraid little Cece here is going to need near constant looking after for the rest of the semester. After classes every day, and on the weekends, I need somebody to ensure she's getting her work done, and not getting into trouble... Could you do that for me?"

Lilly grinned, while Cece gulped, trying to force her vocal cords to work, to protest that she was the one in charge here, that she didn't need a babysitter, especially not one who had just forced her into this position in the first place. "I'd love to," Lilly replied.

Please let me out of this! Please, I don't want to make a mess in my diaper. Please come get me and let me use the potty 😭😭😭 This is so embarrassing, and I have to wait until I am changed

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