Retribution

Chapter 1
Full Story

This my first attempt of writing a story of any kind I like to see what people think and don’t sugar coat any replies I want honest answers for good and bad. I hope others follow in writing there own stories to keep the bored alive hopefully you enjoy and I wait to hear your responses.
       
ALL characters depicted are of legal age (little disclaimer to cover my ass)

NOT suitable for anyone extremely perverse

I walked into class a changed man ready to get my vengeance on the people I have grown to despise so much.
Robert sit down ……………..Robert Cernaki SIT down
Ms. Reeves the hottest teacher I have ever seen big perky breast that defied gravity rising upward off her flat stomach , long slender legs, thin waist, a cute little round butt perfect in its perk roundness, pale white skin, piercing big blue eyes, and long silky dirty blond hair. She was 24 year old and the complete package …..A selfish spoiled brat who believed she was better then everyone especially her students a stone cold bitch.
Ms. Reeves: Robert!
NO Ms. Reeves I have a question for you why do you where all black. Is it because deep down you are just a scared girl who still wets the bed at night? Am I right Ms. Reeves am I right?
Right before she could strike back with some witty remark about my age her eyes lost focus and she felt a shiver down her spine. Then she realized that everything I said was true. She glanced at me with fear in her eyes. We both knew that next to her bed right now was a half used pack of Minnie mouse print pull-ups. The same pull-ups her memories now tell her she wore all her life. Yes every memory of the sleepover’s she didn’t go to, every memory of waking up wet and being teased by her cousins as they grab her padded butt, every memory of her mother checking if she was dry, Ever memory of crying herself to sleep . Yes she even remembered how happy she was just 2 hours ago when she woke up dry for the first time in months. She new nothing else, to her and everyone in her life this was the truth this was her life and for all Intensive purposes it was.
Ms. Reeves: No I ….I haven’t wet the bed since I was ……..12 yeah 12

Really what a big girl

I looked in her eyes no longer was this the former prom queens she was now a scared shy girl like everyone except me thought she always was. She no longer knows what its like to feel the sheets of her bed caress her panties. She no longer was the girl that manipulated her daddy now she was the girl that was babied by him. She was no longer the girl who lost her virginity in junior high but rather her sophomore year in college. She never slept in the same bed as a man out of fear he would learn her secret. No longer was she confident, popular and arrogant ex cheerleader she was now the quite yet beautiful shy outcast who had crushes instead of flings. Who panicked in the presents of a cute guy. A girl who no longer sleeps around rather fantasizes and masturbates at home about the men, she to shy and awkward to date. She no longer wanted to dominate her men she now fantasized about being controlled by them. Her dream man no longer drives a Porsche and has an expense account but rather a pampering figure who won’t mind waking up to the smell of urine and buying her pull-ups. This was Ms. Reeves to everyone except me this was always Ms. Reeves even to herself this is who she is. Everything she is in some way is defined by those little wet pink pull-ups in her garbage can at home. The littlest thing can make the world or difference.
Yeah I almost believe you (I chuckle)………12……….. right.

I look at her she is jittery and shaking like a small scared dog her eyes are fill with fear they look to be begging me to stop and sit down. She no longer held herself like the dominating women she was more like a shy little girl wanting to be left alone.
Brave girl: My God she shaking stop picking on her why are you so mean!

No need for formalities call me Robert
The girl in the front row defended the teacher like she believed she always did which of coarse only minutes ago was not the case. I don’t what to have to deal with the brave girl now but her time will come. I then give every student in the class my sick sense of humor and justice for the time being. They now lean forward and giggle with sycophantic interest.

Wow you going to let some sophomores defend you like you’re her little sister your 24 I think you have the maturity of a 8 year old if your going let her fight your battles.

Her eyes focused and she new what was happening she could feel the change inside her things coming to the surface of her mind that she had suppressed for years. No longer where these feelings and emotions things to joke with her parents about while looking threw the old family albums and reminiscing they where now part of her now not just her past. But what scared her the most was that it was all starting to making sense to her now to her it’s was as if before I alter her mind she wrong all this time and somehow I’m fixing her and now she can finally think rationally.(why shouldn’t she play with Barbie her brain asked it self, why shouldn’t she eat lucky charms for dinner and watch cartoons and take a 3 hour bubble bath or do all four at the same time) Her intelligence was in tact all the years of experience and wisdom was still there all her adult rational, memories and knowledge but it no longer suppressed her maturity which was exactly that of her 8 year old self. If anything her brain used its intelligence and knowledge to rationalize these thoughts feelings and emotions. She was still an adult just now very in touch with her inner child.

( I can eat 3 bowels of cereal if I run tomorrow I don’t want to get fat even thought I got a fast metabolism what if I meet a cute guy. Doing these things doesn’t mean I’m a little girl I just like acting like one some guy’s really like that. I’ll go get some toy’s after work god I hate work.…I should wear pigtails tomorrow I haven’t done that in years why was I so scared people would think I’m a little kid I’m smart I can act like a big girl I graduated first in my class in college ……MMMMM these panties are itchy, fucking lace I saw some nice powerpuff girl cotton Undies at the store yest…..)

(I interrupt the toughs rushing threw her newly arranged mind with a laugh) WOW I guess self control is part of maturity
She was scratching her cute little butt in front of the class (they all snicker) she realizes and moves quickly realizing what she is doing like a kid with her hand in a cookie jar. She stomps he feet and begins to whine.

Ms. Reeves: C..change mmmmeeeee backkk change me b..bback (she quickly put her hand over her mouth changing her mind. This moment of clarity will happen to her every couple of hours sometimes for minutes sometime for hours and rarely even for days so she can see what she is Doing to her life clearly even if its only for a moment.
With this outburst she got confused about what she was and what she wanted.
Ms. Reeves: Wa what did did you do to me? (she say’s meekly while starting to cry)
I though if you wet the bed your should be more in touch with you inner child lil Stacy prove me wrong.
Stacy I mean Ms. Reeves began to tremble she then slow took her thumb and pushed it pass her pouty lips and began to suck loudly this was obviously claming her like it would any little girl.
You disappoint me didn’t I tell you to prove me wrong I am sorry but a bed wetter who sucks there thumb just seems… right so I’m doubling your addiction to thumb sucking which means you won’t only do it when your upset anymore you’ll also do it when you sleep, when you watch TV, when your bored, when your day dreaming, also for fun, and just for kicks when your horny and when your Cumming the addiction will be overwhelming don’t worry a pacifier works just as well if you want both hands free. I not completely evil I also increased the pleasure you get from sucking your thumb as you have already realized.
She slowly and difficultly stopped sucking her thumb with a loud pop and put it at her side for future use constantly fighting the urge to put it back between her lips.

Ms. Reeves: pleeeaase sit down Robert (she asks childishly and scared)

All you had to say was please (I sit, from her body gesture she didn’t seem to believe my comment)
Ms. Reeves: …….. alright lets start the class Jane can you answer question 5 in the tex-

Who are you kidding Stacy you can’t count to ten in French much less teach it.
That moment she felt all her knowledge of the French language slowly melt away her eyes darted back and forth as her knowledge on the topic soothingly melt away into claming bliss of ignorance what scared her was how comforting the process of loosing these part of he intelligence was. She let her body drop onto her comfy teacher chair and slid her head down the back rest with her long legs wide open and her cute butt barely on the edge of the chair she began to stiffly caress her cunt threw her short little black skirt. When the process was complete she snaps back to normality and embarrassment. Her mind races only to realize it was all gone. (Oh my god what am I going to do I can’t loose my job I need money for the rent I will do anything to get back my French…) I interrupt her train of though and make it clear to her that I can read her mind with this statement.

ANYTHING wow that’s a deal (she nodded her headed quickly in relief and desperation)
Being god can get a little lonely I could use some female company right now
(Before I let her answer yes, I said) BUT you’re not my type but we can change that can’t we (she looked to startled to speak her big blue eyes show a look of shock her pouty lip quivered in fear) I don’t date older women so that’s got to go.
That moment she was now no longer 24 her makeup had disappeared it was running from all the crying. She was now 18 still looked the same as before only cuter and more innocent with softer younger looking skin and features.

Dam you really where something in high school all 6’2” of you and those breast are real wow (she looked upset about her new form but her confidence issues from the bedwetting made her blush when she heard the compliment)

I can’t date a taller women I like my girls petite
Her eyes glossed over and faded out and when she regained control of her mind she no longer was looking down at me but rather up.
Yeah your 5’2” I reduced your figures some more then others as you no doubt are realizing and I also took the chance to make you a little skinnier by taking away most of your muscle tone.
She was now for the most part proportionally smaller she was still mostly legs but now she is between size 0 and 00 rather then a size 3 and 2. I also took the liberty to reduce her breast from full C cups to Modest A cups….Yeah I know she should have been a modest B cup but I though this would be more fitting. I also gave her back her light case of the freckles and I got rid of all her body hair except for some peach fuzz on her crotch. She now looks like 18 going on 13. I made all the change obvious to her from the moment they happened. She now was as cute as a button she could make any 15 year old boy and younger cream there pants with tiny yet wide hips her cute tiny perfectly round butt and her thin legs and her flat stomach and narrow waist. Her small extremely perky breast raised off her very tiny frame giving the illusion of being larger. She looked like a mini supermodel, just about to start the 8th grade.

And final last but not least your wardrobe it’s to dark for me for me I like peppy.
Her clothes morphed her lacey black panties turned into white carebear briefs with pink trim with pictures of the bear on the crotch and rear hugging her hips and perky butt. Her mini skirt turned pink and shorter and frumpier. Her shirt turn in a baby blue tee that had a little cartoon bunny on it saying ‘boys smell” across her tiny bust. All her wardrobe at home was change in this way much to her immature minds secret liking. Her furniture had change as well to match a bedroom similar to that of her preteen self. Her bed changed into a twin covered with many stuffed animals. Her underwear now range from Winnie the pooh to Cinderella and the rest of her wardrobe seemed to belong to a sluty yet immature 12 year old. Even hear bikini collection had morphed into heart cover and cartoon cover swimwear more suited to a tall 11 year old. All her childhood toys now littered her house. She would now play with her Barbie’s for hours ever night when she got home even after all the changes she still had the maturity I gave her earlier and it would still define her.
Don’t worry everybody who knows you still thinks your 24 even if your really are just an underdeveloped 18 year old. They will all just believe that puberty didn’t do you justice. Strangers will probably ask for I.D. if not laugh when you say your age. Don’t try to build any of the muscle I took away it won’t be able to come back you will always have the strength of your 12 year old self...... and the breast and frame of your 13 year old self and best of all you will be in the height puberty for the rest of your life I also made all your body except your brain immune to testosterone so none of your naturally small testosterone levels will be wasted on anger or body hair or any remotely male characteristics all of it will go to your sex drive you will be a horny school girl all your life. The ultimate girly girl 100% estrogen in body but a sex kitten in mind.

(Like all women she before the change consisted of 99.9% estrogen and .1% testosterone this .1 % gave her a deeper voice, sex drive, body hair, and the ability to build a little muscle) She felt it the hormones raging inside her realigning she felt so horny like a sexed up school girl but at the same time completely docile. All the rage she built up for me could no longer be maintain rage is male characteristic and now she is more women then any other women who ever existed. The only place in her body that was reacting normally to her hormones was the part of her brain that controlled sex desires but because there was so much unused testosterone it was get a much bigger dose. Stacy’s skin got softer her voice got higher like that of a prepubescent girl. Her instincts and personality became more girly in its nature. She could feel the change like any child can feel the changes of entering puberty. What was worse is the fact that she had the self control of a 7 year old girl and the sex drive much greater then that of the slutiest of women. She would masturbate now 10-15 times a day sometimes while holding a toy in the other hand.

You will find that you really are a sex kitten like a domesticated house cat in heat
Or a house broken docile bitch…… well almost house broken, Shit still no my type dam
Ms. Reeves: why are you doing this to me I just what to keep my job why can’t you just give me my French back. (she said this in the most girlish way imaginable she couldn’t help it was hormonal now)

She hesitantly picked up the white and pink pacifier off the desk and put it in her mouth as her emotion, maturity, and addiction gets the best of her. Her big blues eyes stay focus down on her own blond hair out of shame for what she is doing with the occasional loud pop and suck from the paci. She sat childishly with her legs tucked underneath her perfect little butt and her arms folded on her lap. Her blond hair now down on her shoulders no longer in a ponytail. That moment with out the slightest sign I changed her so surgically that she did even blink or feel the slightest thing. I made her like me more then like me fantasize about me. I gave her the biggest school girl crush a girl can ever get for any guy. She now would cumm in her panties just at my touch. Her heart would now jump a beat when I say her name. She would do almost anything for my approval and anything to get closer to me. She would tremble when she heard my name. Dream about me when she sleeps, masturbate to my image, smell my underwear, get goose bumps at the sound of my voice, view me as her one true love like little girls do, believe she would die without me and idealize me like a rock god and beg god to make me love her.

God I don’t what you to loose your job so I will make you a compromise
She feels the same feeling of knowledge slipping away as before her legs buckle as she sits down and touches herself again. This time she creams her panties from the pleasure like the overly horny teen she now was.
I gave you back your French as you can now tell BUT I also gave you the vocabulary of a 6th grader no more college vernacular for you oh wait you don’t know what that means.
Don’t worry your French isn’t much worse about that of a 4th grader more then enough to teach high school French just not easily I also gave you the math comprehension of a 2nd grader………And don’t worry I made sure that your supervisor won’t realize don’t what you to end up on the street.
Ms. Reeves: what the fuck did I do to deserve this (she mumbles to herself underneath the pacifier)

You fucked with me when I was mortal,.……You had a naughty mouth for a 6th grader lets teach you a lesson.
She whines guessing what I would do next
Ms. Reeves: I’ll be good I won’t curse promise please don’t ….
That moment she got up with out her minds control and walk over to my chair tear began to well up in her eyes she stood in front of me while I was sitting down She was mortified at the fact that her crush was going to spank her in front of the class. I slowly undid the string holding up her little skirt and pull it down to her ankles quickly revealing her creamed care bear panties. I take my finger and slowly run it cross the pink elastic band of the undies every time stopping in the middle to gentle tug upward on the little pink bow. Her mind was in aw and joy at this action which she didn’t expect. She was living for ever touch of my finger tip. Her thin slightly parted thighs tremble with every caress. I pause to hear her pacifier sucking increase in speed and intensity as she fails to fight her instincts to creams her panties again. I run my finger up and down stiff yet softly vertically down the middle of her pelvis. I increase the intensity as I pass over her wet cunt on the way down and back up. She lets out a loud moan from beneath the pacifier and begins to climax extremely prematurely like a sex deprived junior high school student uncontrollably and abruptly. Her embarrassment visible while she trembles and moans from the sheer pleasure of being caressed by me if only for a moment before. For the rest of her life she would prematurely cum like an overly horny inexperience 12 year old. Not to worry her new hormonal balance will need this to happen several times before she will be even calm enough to have a man inside her much less satisfied him. Sometimes she won’t even have the self control to take off her pants before the first round of orgasm make her cumm all over her undies and pants. She will almost always want more and more like a over sexed slut.

Ms. Reeves: I’m sorry I can do it again. (she said starting off nervous and embarrassed and becoming anxious for more by the end.)
No you had your chance to be a big girl you obviously are not.
The look of childish fear comes back to her face as she no longer controls her own body.
Lay down on my lap!
She immediately walked to my side with her skirt at her ankles, a pacifier in her mouth and overly wet crotch of her cotton panties from butt to cunt. She wined threw the pacifier in vain as she slowly began to lay stomach down on my knee with her little round butt right in the air and her stain visible from yards away. Her wet warm cunt on my knee her cum slowly but surely seeping from inside her panties threw my jeans, and on my skin still hot from inside her. Her little perky breast pressed just over my other knee. My hard dick now press against her skinny tummy and pressing its way against her belly button. This causes her breathing to weaken her heart to throb her pacifier sucking to swiften both from childish fear and perverted arousal. She sifts her body slightly as her panties dampen again in a comedic third arousal of her unending preteen emotions and uncontrollable sexual and hormonal adolescent desire. (This third reaction is when she realized how bad the change was now she new that even a glance from a cute 12 year old boy on the street or a men’s package of briefs in a department store or a cute butt or voice or even name of a boy she liked would be enough to make her wet like a slut and have the over whelming desire not only to suck her thumb but also to stick her hand down her pants. She even new that if she ignored this un-ignorable desire for long enough these images and things would be enough to make her cum In her pants incontrollable with out the slightest intervention of her finger tips or conscious mind. Her hormones’ controlled her more then the most perverted of teenage boys.)

This moment after her little revelation I began to smack her little underwear clad butt. Each smack took away one month of toughness she acquired over the years.(which at this point in her transformation isn’t much) She began to cry underneath the pacifier as loudly as she could. Her thin long legs began to thrash helplessly like a young child. Each smack unknowingly to her took away her bravery and strength . By the end she was now scared of the dark, things that go bump at night, she no longer new how to defend herself from physical or verbal abuse or even how to react under slightest stress. Even scared to go to bathroom by herself. Each spank took away a little more of her ability to take pain by the end if she stubbed her foot she would cry like a little girl. I smacked her lightly and at the beginning she seemed to enjoy it but as more of her defense melted away she began to feel more embarrassed more scared and more pain.
She soon felt like her heart was about to explode from fear and what felt like a tap before now hurt and she felt like she was about to faint from embarrassment. This when she hit rock bottom. With the pacifier in her mouth keeping her from screaming, her legs flailing, her eyes darting back an fort with fear, and with tears rolling off her cheeks. She lost control and the second it happened she new and it sent chills down her spine she felt everything but could not stop herself from peeing her panties. She didn’t need to use the bathroom it was as if something inside her just gave up. A trickle of warm pee spread a cross the bear on the front of her cotton underwear mixing with the cum which she just thought was her biggest problem. The urine though little in quantity left a pancake size wet patch on my jeans and had soaked the entire front of her briefs. She wet out of fear and pain not out of necessity. She got up off my lap like a bullet and pulled up her skirt just as fast. She had a look of defeat on her face as she brushed back her blond hair in disbelief.
Ms. Reeves: I can’t believe this is happening to me.…………. OH my god …… please forgive me it won’t happen again I’ll never do it again. She says as her warm damp panties stick to her hairless crotch.

I though you where a big girl……… well a not so little one but I was wrong and I Think your lying I Think you weren’t potty trained completely or properly you can’t help it. I think bedwetting is least of your concerns.

That moment she put her hand on her head as if she was getting a brain freeze her eyes darted back and forth as she felt me violating her mind. I took away all the bladder discipline she had learned since she was 4. She would now lack the self control to make it to the bathroom with out bouncing up and down and grabbing her crotch. Then I gave her the toilet emotions of a 3 year old. Now every time she went to the bathroom her heart would race and if she succeed her heart would soar on some level she would fear the bathroom like anyone fears the unknown, I gave her the bladder experience of a 2 year old, no longer was the sensations to pee easily recognizable or the time she could hold it known or even the feeling of needing to pee quickly notice. All the experience in this area she had gotten was gone it was now all alien to her all unknown or barely understood from the toilet to her underwear it was all as new to her as to any baby girl. I gave her the bathroom knowledge of herself when she was exactly half way to be potty trained (About 2 ½) right when she was exactly between diapers and panties. She no longer new how to wipe or remember to flush or even had the ability to use the toilet without someone’s help. She made it to the bathroom barely HALF the time and thought she could never do any better then that when she was actual 2 ½ , ironically now she couldn’t she would be unable to ever finish, to ever learn it completely she would always be in potty training and no matter how smart she was or how much see tried to learn . It will always remain unreachable. She wouldn’t settle for diapers at least not for long she would always try and fail to finish. Final I gave her the bladder strength of a 4 year old so she would always think there was a chance to be potty trained and for her to feel her situation to its fullest. For her to realize that she isn’t potty trained not because she physically can’t but rather because she can’t learn it, she would always have many accidents and her frustration with this will never diminish. For now as I change her she thinks she is just a girl with a brain freeze she is unaware of her changes but soon she will be for the rest of her life. I also gave her a funny addiction to super caffeine rich soda she would drink 8 or more litters of caffeinated soda a day every day with out miss no matter how full she is to her this is normal and something she did all her life. No weight gain would occur but one hell of a hyper sugar buzz. I also gave her the compulsion to drink it out of a baby bottle as often as possible even in public. She would now have to attempt to use the bathroom several times more often a day, and fail just as often. Her little girl bladder would almost always be full just like her tiny soda filled stomach. For kicks I made her bladder hyperactive if any one scared her she would wet if she got to excited she would wet if she got shocked she would wet and so on.


Ms. Reeves: What did you do to me? She asked fearfully removing her pacifier

I made sure that wet panties will be a look on you for years to come
That moment her bladder filled form all the soda she drank this morning and every morning all her life. It took a while for her brain to register this sensation but when she did her eyes bulged and she put her hands on her lap and began to swing her hips back and forth. She felt butterflies in her stomach but didn’t know why. And though I never asked to know and she had no conscious reason to tell me she then said in a timid girly unsure voice full of anticipation and doubt and childish fear.
Ms. Reeves: I neeed to go potty reeeally bad.(while her hands went to her groin and she bent waist and her knees slightly)

Come here I said and without hesitation or doubt she came. In matters of the bathroom she had to trust in others 100% she was far far away from being self-sufficient in that area. She skip over with joy in the thought that she was going to the bathroom her mind was confused by this emotion but didn’t question it at least not yet. While I’m still sitting down I grab her wrist and she lets out a little jokingly bubbly whelp. She tries pulling me up but its like trying to move a boulder too her. She wriggles her feet and legs in vain as her body bounces up and down and she tries to fight the urge to grab her crotch to graphicly.

Ms. Reeves: Please I really have to go (she says whiny in an annoyed yet scared little girl voice.)
This is a test to see how long you can hold it now sing your ABC’s the full thing SLOWLY (I say forcefully and teasingly)
She hesitated for a moment and tried to pull out of my grasp in vain then she began to slowly sing her ABC’s upsetly out of defeat she sag them like any child but she rock her hips back and forth fidgeting her legs and bounce more rapidly the caffeine in her system didn’t help. Her volume would increase and a greater amount of fear would enter her voice which already was fear and stress ridden when she thought her bladder was about to fail which was often. This all happened quickly within the first couple seconds. And then.

Ms. Reeves: I-J-K-l-M-N (she sang cutely like a prissy 7 year old but her desperation quickly got the best of her as she stop and looked at me with a face that only looked to say “why” Her bladder no longer could stop or even slow the flood entering her already wet panties and the sound of a little stream of urine hitting the floor caused her to stick her thumb in her mouth as she continued to wet. What scared her was how little there was and how she couldn’t even hold that much for more then 2 minutes, also the fact that her bladder didn’t feel like a dam bursting but more like a lake over flowing. She also was scared of the way she composed herself when she needed to potty as if she was a 2 year old who would do anything for anyone to make it to bathroom on time no matter how embarrassing it felt or looked. She also was scared of the feelings she felt form the joy of feeling the urge to pee and to the acceptance She felt when she failed and wet herself. The thing that scared her the most was how foreign and alien trying to use the bathroom felt and how unknowledgeable she feels she has always been in this area as if she never in her life went to the bathroom on her own. She new that every embarrassing thing that happens to potty training girl would happen to her eventual and some very often . If someone made her laugh to hard or tickled her or scared her she would wet herself. She new that she would look like a little girl when she needed to pee and succeeds and a baby when she fails. She even new in the back of her mind that she would ask a strangers help in going to the bathroom because she couldn’t do it on her own.(most often men this being her new form of flirting) and then beg them to help her and offer them anything if they do. Money (women), sex (men) ,dignity (children) or all these things at once as long as they just tried to help get her to the potty on time. I also manipulated her minds so that anything she promised to do in the height of desperation she actually had to do if it was humanly possible she would do it or at least try to to the best of her abilities. I could just picture her crying while on her knees give a blowjob in a bathroom stall with warm urine soaked pull-ups on and jeans at her ankles while her hormonally perverted girly teen mind creamed her panties at the fictional thought of a dick pressed against her wet little pull-up.

Wow only up to N your really aren’t potty trained what a pity. Well we can’t have you peeing all over the floor.
That second she felt her panties dry and become warm like they just came out of a dryer then began to thicken she recognized the feeling all to well (terror over took her mind) She has worn them every night since she was 2 she was now was wearing a large pull-up and new she needed it. She sifted her legs to adjust to the new padding parting her thighs slightly. The strong recognizable smell of baby powder filed her nose as she felt the powder heavily saturating her crotch the light smell of large amounts of baby oil beneath the powder lubricating her cheeks and her skin rubbing against the pull-up. What bother her the most was a feeling of underlining anxiety she had faded away with her panties and a feeling of confront and protection came with the pull-ups like a toddler knowing she had a safety barrier between the world and her shame, at the same time her concuss mind was flooded with shame and embarrassment. She hated them with all her heart but new that she needed them more then ever now and on some deep dark suppressed level viewed them like a friend. Her little white and pink puffy, absorbent Disney princess’s print pull-ups where hidden underneath her pink frumpy short skirt. She new now that she would now have to where them all the time when she worked when she played when she went out to dinner or to the movies and of coarse when she slept. The only option she had was to risk peeing her cotton panties in public or what type of print pull-ups to wear. She would choose Minnie mouse print most often but sometimes would try to pull off wearing cotton panties and 90% of the time end up crying and soaked. She now stood in front of me softly whimpering her pouty little upper lip quivering, with hands folded over her now padded crotch realizing and accepting the joke she has now become her blond hair covering her cute teenage face as her big innocent eye stared down toward the floor as her tiny little frame hung limply in shame. Only a thin extremely short mini skirt lay between her little puffy pink pull-up and the world knowing her new shame
She stood there speechless at the things I had just done to her. She adjusted her skirt out of fear that someone might see her new undergarment. After composing herself she was about to say something meaningful and profound for the first time since my retribution began. The lights in the room dim ever so slightly and when they returned to full strength after a brief flicker off. I was no where to be found not a trace of me was in the room not a hair. She glances over to the student roster and the asked the class fearfully

Ms. Reeves: Does any one know a Robert Cernaki………… any one at all

No one answered (The class looks dumbfounded at the statement)

She was aware of some of the changes I did some where to profound for her to understand right away and some where to wide reaching for anyone but me to know but a minute ago she new I did this to her how I change her now she wasn’t sure if any of it happened at all. She soon learned to live with what she had become all ways wondering and questioning if she ever was a confident sexy smart dominating women and not just a scared (both physically and mentally) immature perverted weak whiny girl who after one faithful day couldn’t relearn to use the potty to her families dismay. She also wondered if Robert ever actual existed never knowing one way or another. That night after the day that change her life she pulls down her damp pink princess pink pull-up and masturbates to my thought my memory with a pacifier in her mouth and a Barbie in her hand while on her little girl bed in her little girl room on her little girl bed sheet while see giggles to an episode of Dora the explorer causing her to her wet on her bed and herself as she cums.[