by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
As Alexa entered the
kindergarten classroom, she was met with a rush of sights, smells and sounds
that instantly made her feel, well, like a little kid. A large playmat resided in the middle of the
room, adorned with the letters of the alphabet and cartoonish depictions of
animals. Several rows of individual
cubbies, each with a name written below lined the wall opposite a shelf
containing several books and games. The
odor of glue and construction paper wafted around her as her ears were greeted
by the energetic cacophony of children at play.
Unlike her arrival at
Miss Shaw’s second-grade classroom, Alexa’s arrival at Miss Vaughn’s
kindergarten class was hardly even noticed by the children in attendance. Nurse Rebecca led Alexa to Miss Vaughn, who
was busy preparing little cups of cookies and setting them alongside juice
boxes in preparation for snack time.
“Rebecca! What brings you here?” she asked upon seeing
the school nurse.
“I think I have one of
your students, Kaylen” she explained.
“She’s had a rough day so far.
She got lost and ended up in Ericka’s class and ended up having an accident
in her panties……” Rebecca explained.
Alexa’s face blushed hotly as Rebecca recounted her embarrassing episode
to the kindergarten teacher. “Which
reminds me…….” Rebecca added, drawing closer to Miss Vaughn and slightly
lowering her voice. “I put her in
Pull-Ups, just in case she has another accident. She should be able to tell you if she has to
go potty, but it might help to ask her a few times today, just to be on the
safe side.
“Ohhhhh, I see. Thanks
for letting me know. I’ll make sure to
check with her after snack time before we head out to the playground” Miss
Vaughn replied. “I’ll get her started
with an activity center, thanks for dropping her off!” Rebecca crouched down beside Alexa, rubbing
the side of her arm gently. “Ok,
Alexa. Have fun today, ok? Remember, if you have to go potty tell Miss
Vaughn, sweetheart.” Alexa nodded her
head, then turned her attention to Miss Vaughn who beckoned for her to come to
one of the activity areas. Alexa joined
with a group of children who were each working on their own connect-the-dot
sheets. “Why don’t you work on this
until snack time, Alexa?” she suggested, handing Alexa her own sheet and a
crayon.
Alexa took the crayon and
began to work on the sheet. As she began
to connect the dots on her paper, something about the image seemed vaguely
familiar to her. It reminded her of
something. Hadn’t she seen something
that looked like this recently? Yes, she
was sure that she had! But when? When she tried to remember, it was like
walking into a rubber wall. She knew
something was on the other side, but each time she tried to run through it she
was bounced back to the present moment.
It was as if something was inside her head, keeping her from thinking
about it too much.
There was also the
nagging feeling that she used to be adept at things she was now struggling to
do. Drawing a line from one dot to the
other wasn’t quite as simple as she had expected it to be, as evidenced by several
of her lines which were less than straight.
She also struggled at times to decide which dots needed to be connected
to others. As Alexa struggled through
her worksheet, Miss Vaughn announced that it was snack time. The children all dropped their crayons and
raced over to the Miss Vaughn, who distributed a small plastic cup filled with
miniature chocolate chip cookies along with a juice box to each student. Alexa got up and got in line with the other
children. As she stood in line waiting,
her stomach growled. Alexa hadn’t
realized just how hungry and thirsty she was.
Upon receiving her cookies and juice, Alexa returned to the activity
table and greedily wolfed down her cookies.
As she sipped aggressively from her juice box, a little girl approached
her, bouncing about more than walking.
“I’m Madeline!” she said, introducing herself. “I haven’t seen you before!”
“Today’s my fuhst day
here…….I think?” Alexa replied, not sure if what she was telling Madeline was
actually true or not. Madeline smiled,
taking a seat next to Alexa and taking a sip from her juice box.
“Um, so I don’t know if
you know but we get to pick our recess buddy each day…..” she said, taking
another sip from her juice box. “Do you
want to be my recess buddy today?” Alexa
smiled back. The thought of having a
playmate at recess sounded wonderful, especially after the embarrassing day
she’d had.
“Yea, I’ll be your
buddy!” she replied enthusiastically, smiling.
Madeline smiled, taking Alexa by the hand and holding it up. “Miss Vaughn!
Miss Vaughn! Alexa is gonna be my
recess buddy today!” she shouted.
“Ok, Madeline! You and Alexa can be recess buddies
today! Why don’t you go grab a few toys
from the Recess Chest, Madeline?” Miss Vaughn suggested as she began handing
out napkins for the children to clean their faces with. Madeline clapped her hands in excitement,
then made her way to the Recess Chest.
After rummaging around for a bit, she returned to Alexa holding two
pails, each with its own shovel. “We can
play in the sandbox today!”
Alexa took her pail and
shovel in hand enthusiastically. “We can
be arka……..arko…….Miss Vaughnnnnnn? Who
digs up dinosaurs?” she asked, frustrated by her inability to remember the big
word.
“Arch-ae-olo-gists,
Alexa” Miss Vaughn replied, slowly and carefully pronouncing the word. “That’s quite a big word for a little girl to
know! Are you sure you belong in
Kindergarten, Alexa?” she asked.
Alexa beamed with pride,
too young to understand that she was being patronized. After being humiliated for not knowing how to
read or do math problems, it felt wonderful to hear Miss Vaughn suggest that
perhaps Alexa really didn’t belong in kindergarten. Maybe it was all a mistake! Maybe she really did belong in a
higher grade! Of course, she was
wearing a Pull-Up, but that was just because Miss Shaw didn’t let her go to the
bathroom quickly enough. “Maybe if I
keep showing Miss Vaughn how smart I am, I can be with the big kids again!” she
thought to herself as she finished the last of her juice box.
After walking around the
room and collecting everyone’s empty cups and juice boxes, Miss Vaughn lined
her students up in front of the door and proceeded to march them outside to the
school’s playground. As they marched
through the hall, Miss Vaughn stopped in front of the bathroom. “Now, before we go out to play, does anybody
need to use the potty first?” she asked.
Alexa couldn’t help but feel as if Miss Vaughn’s question was directed
at her and her alone. “Anybody? Matthew?
Madeline? Alexa?” she asked
again. Alexa shook her head “no”, along
with the rest of the class.
“Ok, then…….” Miss Vaughn
continued, staring right at Alexa. “……..but
if any of you have to go, come to me and I’ll take you to the potty, ok?”
This elicited a unitary
response of “Yesssss Miss Vaughnnnnnnn”
as the children impatiently fidgeted, anxious to begin recess.
With that, Miss Vaughn
brought her students outside to the playground.
As the students scampered off to various areas of the playground,
Madeline grabbed Alexa’s hand and pulled her towards the sandbox. “Let’s go, Alexa! Hurry!” she shouted as Alexa followed behind.
“What are we lookin’
for?” Alexa asked Madeline as she sat down in the miniature desert.
“Ummm……..” Madeline
paused. “We’re lookin’ for dinosaur
bones! We’re…….what’re those people
called again?”
Alexa tried to remember
the word Miss Vaughn had used to describe such people, but came up short and
decided to improvise. “We’re digging
buddies!” she exclaimed. “Yea, digging
buddies!” Madeline agreed, smiling in satisfaction.
Alexa and Madeline set up
their pails, grabbed their shovels and started digging into the sand, taking
each scoop and placing it in their respective pails. When they were done, they emptied them out
and started over again. As they started
their third round of excavation, Madeline decided she had become bored with
playing “digging buddies” and suggested a new game.
“Let’s play tag! You’re it!” Madeline announced, tapping Alexa
on the shoulder. Her competitive nature
still intact, Alexa tagged Madeline back, then got up to run away from her. Madeline and Alexa traded tags, each touch sparking
a new pursuit throughout the playground.
Alexa shrieked in delight each time she managed to tag Madeline,
giggling as she then turned and bolted in the opposite direction to escape her
pursuer.
As she ran from Madeline,
Alexa began to feel a familiar urge emanating from her bottom. She paused for a moment, allowing Madeline to
catch up.
“What’s wrong,
Alexa? You don’t wanna play anymore?”
Madeline asked, wondering why her playground buddy had stopped fleeing from
her. Alexa felt the urge subside, then
turned back to Madeline.
“I think I gotta go
potty…….” she said, a look of concern on her face. Madeline’s face became more serious as she
appeared to settle down, walking towards Alexa.
“Ok, you can go
potty………..……….” Madeline replied, appearing to momentarily pause their little
game.
“………but you’ll have to
catch me when you come back!” she shouted, tapping Alexa. Alexa shrieked and, in her excitement, forgot
all about her bathroom needs as she chased after Madeline. She ran faster and faster, determined to make
her playmate “it” again. Alexa closed
in, managing to get within a few feet of Madeline. She reached out to tag her and then……
It happened.
She stopped dead in her
tracks, instinctively clenching as tight as she could while placing both of her
hands on her bottom as she arched her back upwards. Alexa fought desperately to hold back what
her body was trying to expel, eventually regaining control but not before
feeling something drop into the seat of her Pull-Up.
“Oh……..oh no………” she uttered
in a shocked stammer as she slowly removed her hands from her bottom. Madeline turned around and saw that Alexa had
stopped chasing her again. “Come on,
Alexa! Come get me!” she shouted from
several feet away. This time, Alexa
shook her head “no” rapidly, a look of fear on her face as she stood still as a
statue. Confused, Madeline ran back to
Alexa.
“Hey, I said you’re it!”
she repeated, tagging Alexa on the shoulder again. “Don’t you wanna play anymore?” Alexa remained stone-faced and motionless,
still attempting to process what she had just done. Fighting back tears, she looked up at
Madeline.
“I don’t feel like
playin’ anymore…….” She quietly replied.
Disappointed, Madeline crossed her arms.
“Ugh, fine! You just wanted to
quit because I was beating you!” she teased.
“Nuh-uh! I just don’t wanna play anymore!” Alexa
argued back, crossing her arms. It was
then that Madeline detected the faint odor of what Alexa had done in her
Pull-Up. Madeline scrunched her nose,
then theatrically pinched it between her thumb and index finger. “Ewwww, you tooted Alexa!” Madeline shouted
teasingly.
“I did NOT toot!” Alexa shouted back, blushing hotly as the
smell of what she had done in her Pull-Up began to waft around her.
Madeline continued to
playfully tease Alexa, unaware of the severity of Alexa’s plight but enjoying
the reaction she was able to elicit from her Madeline playfully continued to
tease Alexa, whose face was now bright red with embarrassment.
“Alexa toot-ed, Alexa
toot-ed!” she playfully teased, retracting and pointing her finger again with
each new chant.
A combination of fear,
anger and shame began to well up in Alexa as she shouted back at Madeline. “Stop it!
STOP IT! Shut up, Madeline! I didn’t TOOT!” she screamed back. Alexa’s commands went unheeded as Madeline
continued to tease her.
It was then that Alexa’s
anger got the best of her. She took a
step forward and pushed Madeline to the ground.
Madeline fell down, landing on her bottom. Shocked, she looked up at Alexa, screwed her
face and began to cry loudly as several children walked over to watch the
unfolding drama.
It wasn’t long before
Miss Vaughn arrived, walking through the ring of children who had encircled
Alexa and Madeline and helping Madeline up off the ground.
“What is going on here,
girls?” Miss Vaughn asked sternly.
Madeline sniffled, wiping tears from her eyes and brushing grass off of
her skirt. “Alexa PUSHED me!” she
accused, pointing at directly at her assailant.
“Alexa? Is that true?” Miss Vaughn asked.
“Yea, but……..but she was makin’
funna me!” Alexa protested.
Miss Vaughn crossed her
arms, a stern look coming across her face.
“And what could Madeline have said that was so mean that you had
to push her for it?”
Alexa began to take a few
steps backwards. “She said I……….” Alexa stopped
mid-sentence as she suddenly felt the “present” she had deposited in her
Pull-Up rubbing against her bottom as she attempted to back away from her
teacher. Alexa’s eyes began to tear up
as an intense feeling of shame and vulnerability washed over her. “She said I……..I…………”
It was then that Miss
Vaughn observed the children standing behind Alexa fanning their noses as Alexa
backed up towards them.
Suspicious, Miss Vaughn
began to walk towards the retreating child.
Alexa’s heart began to race as Miss Vaughn drew closer. She looked up at her teacher, who was now
towering over her, hands at her hips. “She
said that you what?” she asked, resuming her inquiry.
It was then that Miss
Vaughn smelled what Alexa’s classmates had.
Without saying a word, she put her hands on Alexa’s shoulders, turned
her around and sniffed close to her backside.
Alexa’s face burned red
with embarrassment as she realized what Miss Vaughn was doing. Desperate to avoid what she knew was about to
take place, she made one last attempt to preserve her modesty.
“Miss Vaughn…….can I………can
I go to the potty, please?” she stammered.
“Oh, sweetheart, I think
you already did……..” she replied dismissively as she began to unsnap Alexa’s
overalls.
Alexa stood still as a
statue, mortified as Miss Vaughn removed the snaps from her overalls and let
them drop to her feet. A collective gasp
rose from the assembled children as they saw their classmate standing before
them clad in nothing but a Pull-Up and a t-shirt.
“Alexa’s wearing Pull-Ups!”
a voice from the crowd observed.
“I think she pottied in
them!” another voice commented.
Alexa was suddenly
overcome by the strong urge to suck her thumb, which she began to do as Miss
Vaughn pulled the rear of her Pull-Up away from her backside and peered inside.
“Oh, sweetie…….” She said, helping Alexa step out of her overalls. “You were supposed to tell me if you had to
make potty…….” Miss Vaughn said as she picked Alexa up, carrying her at her
hip.
“I don’t think you belong
in kindergarten, sweetheart………”
The Sanctity of Knowledge
by: BackToBabyHood | Story In Progress | Last updated Mar 5, 2024
Stories of Age/Time Transformation