My New Class

Chapter 1
My New Class

CHAPTER ONE

" Thanks for letting me go learn gymnastics mom!"

My mom had never let me do anything this kool before; all I usually did was sit at home and watch t.v. I never really played any sports because their were only boys on all of the different teams and our town never had a girls sports team.

It probably wouldn’t matter if they did anyways. At my size I can’t accomplish much. You see, I was born with a growth dysfunction, I mean I’m not a midget or anything like that, I’m just extremely small for a ten year old. Mommy says my growth hormones never kicked in, the doctors make me take these pills, or used to, but they didn’t work.

I’m so excited I get to learn kool gymnast moves, especially in this awesome gym building. Its three whole stories high! I’ve been here before too. They have body building, karate, ballet, gymnastics and yoga. I had a really hard time figuring out which one I wanted to learn, well, accept for yoga and ballet..... especially not ballet!

the whole idea of it just seemed so stupid.

"Okay honey, you go walk upstairs and get dressed, I’ll be back to pick you up later all right?"

"Uhu!"

I quickly ran upstairs to the gymnasium, the whole floor was split up in two rooms, and unfortunately ballet was one of them. I quickly paced through the room and ventured into the gymnastics area.

"All right and Caroline?"

"Here!"

"Martina?"

"Here!"

"Caira?"

"That’s me! Here!"

I raised my hand high in the air. The lady winked at me, my mom must have already talked to her about my size.

"Okay girls, get dressed and we’ll start the first lesson."

I ran into the bathroom and closed the stall door. I was already holding my blue uniform in my hand so all I had to do was get undressed and get re-dressed. All of the other girls were searching through their bags, where-as I had already finished and left.

It was a little awkward wearing pantyhose for the first time, they felt really different from what I had imagined, as I ran they warmed up my legs a bit though. As soon as I entered the room I stood in front of the instructor and waited.

"You already finished caira?"

"Yeah, I.."

As soon as i opened my mouth, the instructors’ eyes widened and she quickly rushed me out of the room and into the ballet room, then into the bathroom.

"Oh my... just wait here for a minute, ok Caira?"

"Yeah..."

The instructor ran out of the room in a hurry. As I waited, I noticed how warm my pantyhose were. I put my hand down and adjusted them for a second, then felt for a second check. A wave of embarrassment and shock flew over me like a flame. I had actually wet myself!

By the time he instructor from the gymnastics room came back in, I was in tears.

"Oh no, its okay honey, really it is! This kind of thing happens all the time!"

"...but not to me!" I began to wipe my tears and tried to stop crying.

"It’s all right you were just a little too excited."

The ballet instructor walked into the room and began to converse with my teacher.

"She only wet herself right?" said the ballet instructor.

"it was an accident!" I pleaded in my defense.

"I know, i know! Don’t worry. All we have to do is get you some new clothes, I’m sure we can get you something."

My teacher talked to the ballet instructor for a few minutes and then she left the bathroom.

"Okay, let’s go se if we can get you some new clothes"

The ballet lady took my hand and walked me out of the bathroom, the other girls from ballet saw me but for some reason they didn’t make fun of my wet crotch. I was still embarrassed though. We walked into this closet that had different ballet and gymnastic costumes.

"Okay, get undressed and let’s see if we can find you an outfit."

"uhmm.... mam?"

"Come on, hurry up, my shift is almost over..."

I undressed slowly; I really didn’t want the lady to see me naked.

"Look, just find an outfit that fits you and report back to your class"

"Ok"

Luckily she left the room before I was completely naked, though I was after she left.

I walked around the closet looking for an outfit, but I had a hard time reaching any of the ones on the hangers and the ones I could reach were way too big for me. As I walked near the end of the closet all I found were tutus and ballet costumes, most of which were on the floor.

"Yeah right, like I’d ever.."

The light in the closet flickered on and off, and then went out completely. The ballet instructor had closed the door so it was completely dark. I swiftly ran to the door even though I couldn’t see it, but then again it was a closet after all. Unfortunately I dimwittedly fell on the ground and felt a sharp pain in my check. I began to cry very loudly until a figure opened the door and picked me up in its arms. I felt the persons’ breast against my naked body. Her voice tried to run over my own weeping as much as it could.

"SHHHH SHHHHHH! It’s okay baby, shhhhh , it’s okay. I’ll get you into some clothes as soon as I can! Shhhhhhhhhh?""

Her voice did start to calm me down; until I realized that I was actually naked. I did notice that there were no more teenage ballet students in the room as there were earlier, but a sharp pain in my check struck once again and I quickly started crying. I tried to talk but my words didn’t come out right, I must have bitten the inside of my cheek when I fell. As I cried more, the pain intensified and I squeezed my eyes shut in agony. I felt the lady lay me down on a soft padding of some sort. After that something was wiped across my bottom and then a flood of talcum powder filled my nostrils. I tried to open my eyes but a bit of powder got in and I shut them again, besides that I was still whining as much as possible, my cheeks hurt very badly.

"oh jeez, I’m sure you don’t want all of your hair in your face, let’s get that out of the way for you."

I felt my hair being slightly pulled to either side of my head very gently.After a few more moments a warm fuzzy, soft feeling was wrapped around my waist and under my bottom, eventually covering the whole top of my torso as well. I was picked up by the lady very carefully and she started to sway me back and forth until I stopped crying. I looked up into the ladies big brown eyes to see what was going on. As I started to ask her what happened the pain in my cheeks flooded my mind again and all I ended up saying was "Whatfmmphh!...."

"It’s okay honey, you’re not locked up in that mean old closet anymore."

The lady was in a ballet uniform also, she must have been the lady for the next shift. She sat me down on a comfy seat and walked into the closet I had fell down in. As I sat there, looking around at the room, felt my check with my tongue, I had actually bitten through part of my left check and the right was swollen as well.

I saw a mirror to my left, right next to the purple wall. All I could see was my face from my current position, which for some reason hadn’t swollen at all, but it did make my cheeks a bit flushed. I stood up to walk into the closet with the lady, but before I walked a step, I became astonished seeing the person that was actually in the reflection. It was a little three year old girl in a baby diaper with pigtails. The diaper had little flowers and bunnies on it and it was taped comfortably to the little girls waste, I knew it was comfortable because I realized I was wearing a diaper.

The toddler in the mirror was me. I had no idea how small I really was until I was dressed like a baby. Apparently the lady thought I was one!

"Okay, I got you you’re own little tutu and outfit just for you."

I tried to tell her that I didn’t like ballet. I wasn’t in it either. I also wasn’t a baby. But my cheeks were so swollen that none of my words were recognizable and the lady promptly redressed me over my diaper and into my new pink outfit?

CHAPTER 2

The woman was about five feet tall, I think. She had really pretty hazel eyes, with a bit of blue in the center. She also had wavy, long, red hair and lightly tanned skin, which was very soft. Actually, she wasn’t a woman at all, well, not in age I mean.

"Now, isn’t that better, you’re all dressed up and ready for ballet class."

NO! I can’t be in ballet class! Especially not wearing a diaper! Please, I’m not a baby! I want to go back to gymnastics!

As I tried to say this, once again, all that came out was incomprehensible gibberish.

"Yes, aboo boo bah bah!"

Did that girl just coo at me?!... oh well, I’ll just take the stupid clothes off.

As I reached down to the front of my diaper, the girl looked away. Perfect timing. I lifted up my tutu and grabbed the diaper on both sides and pulled it down as fast as I could, I couldn’t bring myself to take the ballet suit off, so I sprinted towards the door to the gymnastics room. All I have to do is open the door and?"?". No!

"Oh no, did you take your diapy off? That’s a very naughty little girl."

No No NO NO! I’m not tall enough to reach the handle, why is it so high up?! I can reach the ones at my house"

"You better promise you won’t pull a stunt like that again little missy or next time I’ll have to make sure that diaper of yours’ doesn’t come off so easily"

She picked me up once again and held me firmly in her arms like a cradle. I wriggled around and tried to escape, but she was too big for me? everything was too big for me. As the girl picked up the diaper and walked into the changing room, I thought in silence.

I hadn’t been used to things being big? or, normal size. Everything at my house was always reachable. The door knobs were lower, as was the sink in my bathroom and even my bed was low enough for me. Here everything was bigger, it was all normal? I had never felt so small in my life. My eyes grew teary as I grew ashamed of what was happening. I was being dressed like a baby by someone else and they really thought I was one. Even I was shocked at the little girl in the mirror. The girl caught on to my sadness quickly. I could tell because her expression matched that of my moms worried face.

" Aww, it’s ok baby. I just have to finish diapering you and then you can play with your little friends."

For a few seconds I was naked again, she had taken off my outfit for some reason. She lifted up my bottom, thus placing the tutu in front of my vision and I felt her wipe my bottom. After that she powdered me and placed a fresh diaper under my rear. I felt the sides being taped firmly but comfortably to my sides and once again, I knew I looked like a baby. After a few seconds she put me in another identical outfit, but this time, for some reason, she put the outfit on me feet first, instead of over my head. She zipped it up at the back and buttoned it, at least that’s what I felt anyway.

"Now that wasn’t so bad was it?"

My eyes were still very watery and my cheeks remained flush. The only other time I had felt like this was when I had been picked on by school kids, but they didn’t actually think I really was a baby. I didn’t really look like one, but I did now and this girl had no clue I wasn’t a two year old.

"oh, it’s okay, here I know how to make you feel all better."

She turned around and picked something off of a cabinet that was near the changing table I was lying on, then turned around revealing a pink pacifier.

My eyes commenced to throw tears upon my face and I began crying again.

"Shhh".. It’s okay, I promise."

The young girl tried to fit the pacifier in my mouth but I wouldn’t let her. As she weakly fought to calm me down, she moved to comedy.

"Well? Aren’t we just the little cry baby?"

I looked at her furiously with my lips in a pout in a result from the comment.

"I’ll just have to fix that, now won’t I?"

Her hand quickly invaded my space and she tickled me until I couldn’t hold it in any more I laughed at the top of my lungs, it was simply too much for me.

"OH?! Does that tickle?! Is the little girl ticklish?!"

She stopped after about a minute but I was still giggling.

"See? I knew you weren’t a grumpy wumpy."

She stuck the pacifier in my mouth and lifted me off of the table and lowered me onto the ground.

"Now go on and play with the other girls while I wash my hands."

Finally! A chance to escape! I ran out of the room and into the ballet center. The door to the gymnastics room was open! I didn’t even think about taking the diaper off this time. All I wanted to do was get to my instructor and get out of these stupid clothes! I passed a few adults dropping off their children on the way, but I still made it past them. As soon as I got to the doorway, my gymnastics instructor picked me up in her arms. I was free! She knew that I wasn’t a baby as soon as she saw me. She carried me towards the ballet instructor who was at the time greeting other parents and quickly told her how horribly she had screwed up.

At least that’s what I had thought she would do. She carried me towards the other instructor carefully and stopped at her feet.

"I’m sorry to bother you, but have you seen a little girl run by here recently? She had an accident and another woman told me she’d take care of it, I haven’t seen her back since."

"Oh, well I’ve only seen the two and three year olds so far, she probably called her mom to pick her up, I’d imagine something like that would be pretty embarrassing."

" waipf! Ibe cawra, ibs mee!"

"Aww, you’re definitely a cute one, it’s about time you went back to Cindy huh?"

"Wha?"

My real instructor passed me to the other.

"Well, gymnastics ends in about ten minutes, if she’s not back by then, I’ll call her mother."

"All right, I’ll tell you if I see her."

The gymnast instructor walked out of the room and shut the door. She didn’t even know it was me? Did I really look that much like a baby? Cindy walked over to the rest of the little girls and put me down.

"Okay, I want you to watch the older girls and do exactly what they do okay?"

I stared at her in confusion as to how these people could possibly be so blind, but I also spotted another open door at the corner of my eye. I ran towards the door as fast as I could, but tripped again and bit my swollen check again. Cindy tried to pick me up, I was crying again at this point from the pain. She almost had me until I broke free of her hands and tried to run away from this horrible ballet room, but she grabbed me again and this time she had a firm grasp on my wrist. I kicked and fought to get away, almost breaking free again, I was so close, I couldn’t give up.

I had almost escaped again until a swift and firm palm was slapped across my butt.

"Now you stop that right now!"

I squirmed a bit more until she fiercely spanked me three times. I couldn’t believe how much it hurt, even with my diaper on. For the third or fourth time in the same day I was crying again as Cindy led me by my hand to a corner of the room with a playpen set in it.

"You’ve just earned yourself a timeout!"

"No!"

I had actually managed to utter acknowledgeable word though I could barely understand what I had said, myself.

"Uhu! And you’ll be there for the next ten minutes"

I fell down crying. It wasn’t enough that I had to be embarrassed like this, but what if my mom found out? She might not let me go to gymnastics ever again! My only hope was to get out as soon as gymnastics was finished, maybe I could hide behind the taller girls that came out and get the clothes in my bag.

Cindy told me to turn around, as I did, she put my pacifier back in my mouth. As soon as I spit it out, she whacked me across my bottom very hard again and I cried harder.

"Now if you don’t want another one, you’ll stand in the corner quietly like a good little girl and maybe I’ll let you out before ballet is over, is that understood?"

Cindy put the pink pacifier comfortably back in my mouth and I shook my head and turned around with tears crawling down my check. I had to do as she said for my plan to work, so I obeyed and stood in the corner with my nose to the wall. As I waited, I noticed that my diaper was pink, like my ballet outfit and tutu. I lifted up my tutu, but as soon as I did, Cindy smacked my bottom.

"No playing while in time-out."

I put my tutu back down and sniffled. After what seemed like forever, Cindy had her attention on the other girls. I lifted up my tutu and found that pink panties were over my diaper, but when I tried to pull them down, they wouldn’t budge and instead pulled on the rest of my outfit. I found out that my tutu was attached too. I thought back to when Cindy had said that she would make sure my diaper wasn’t coming off again. I looked behind me to see what was going on, Cindy was still instructing the class.

I tried to pull the ballet outfit off by pulling it down, opposite of how it was put on, but it also wouldn’t move.

The collar was fastened to my back, where the zipper had come up. I searched for the zipper again while looking over my shoulder in case Cindy would see. I tried as hard as I could but couldn’t find it, a paining shock came across my chest. What if I couldn’t even take it off? Was I actually going to be stuck in a diaper and a tutu until my mom came back? What If she didn’t even recognize me?!

CHAPTER THREE

I panicked while in the middle of looking behind my back, so as not to get in trouble once more and finding that annoying zipper. I gave the back of the girly outfit a tug, holding both sides of the metal teeth, but I wasn’t strong enough to rip it apart, especially at the angle my arms were positioned. As I fondled with the outfit some more, I found a bow at the back of my neck that seemed to have a buttoned base, that was it! Now all I had to do was wait for class to"

"Well! It looks like a certain little girl just couldn’t handle standing in time- out."

I shuddered with fear; at the last possible moment Cindy had spotted me. Now I had to stay after class until my mom saw me and her not recognizing me began to seem like a blessing to cure the embarrassment of being found in a diaper.

" Do you really want to stay with me after class that badly?"

I shook my head no, not only in fear, but also in the hope of my plan still having a chance to work.

"Well, if you don’t stay after class then how will you become disciplined for being so naughty?"

It was happening again. The feeling of being treated like a baby, not being able to stand up and say what’s on your mind. To have no responsibilities’ just so? helpless. Once again tears started to swell up in my eyes as the other girls in the room who were "older than me" started to giggle as I made no response to Cindy’s question.

"You don’t know?"

A few girls chimed in from across the room, knowing full well how they had been punished in the past at their young and fragile age.

"You should spank her!"

"yeah!"

It was purely human nature to want revenge, since the other girls couldn’t do anything about themselves being whipped across the bottom, why not induce the tragedy on someone else"

" I don’t know"." Said Cindy taking a look at the other girls. And then looking back at me. "Do you want to be spanked?"

I shook my head in a panic.

"Ok then, you can put your nose back in the corner like you were and wait for your parents to come pick you up."

I didn’t turn around, instead I kind of looked past her head, I looked past everything and thought to myself how I was going to access the situation, but Cindy gave me no time.

"Well what is it?" The older girls laughed at her comment.

"Do you want to stand in the corner or be spanked?"

I tried to talk but started whimpering like a baby, like how I was dressed. I just couldn’t stand either choice. I could either be humiliated and be spanked in front of the older girls or I could stand in the corner and my mom would see me like this. If I had any chance of going to gymnastics ever again, I could only choose one, it had to be the hardest decision I can ever remember making in the last ten years.

"I’m going to count to three and if you don’t answer, you go back to your corner?"

I made no answer"

"One?"

"two?"

"thr." "No!"

"Okay then."

Cindy walked across the floor to the other side of the room and sat down, right next to the laughing girls. They were really eating my anxiety up.

"Well, come here."

Of course I walked across the room, I couldn’t make any other choice. During the whole day I had been dressed like a baby and treated like one, but now I myself, had to act like one in fron of everyone, it was heart wrenching to be brought back down to such a level after so many years.

"AWWW. LOOK! SHES CRYING!"

"ooh. Poor baby."

The girls in the room made fun of me until my slow walk to Cindy was over, one even sucked their thumb mimicking my pacifier, which until recently I hadn’t even known I was actually sucking on!

As I appeared at Cindy’s feet, she picked me up, under my arms and sat me down on her lap. She pulled up my tutu and laid it comfortably on my back.

"What, you aren’t even going to spank her for real?"

"QUIET! I want all of you to proceed ballet until I’m done with her, is that understood?"

All of the girls once again chimed in at the same time and they were finally off my back. "Yes Cindy?"

"Okay, I’m only going to spank you ten times, is that ok with you?"

What kind of question was that? Simple. It was the maturity question, meaning I had a chance to redeem myself. I shook my head yes and waited.

"Oh really? Well, I’m surprised, I’ll make it five for you taking this so well."

I can’t say I was happy with the response, but it was better than nothing, after all I was wearing a diaper.

"ONE."

A loud shriek flew out of my mouth and into the room flooding the girls’ ears, commencing their laughter.

"TWO"

I held my ground, I was bigger than this, I can take it.

"THREE"

I squirmed a little, I had no idea as to why it hurt so much, it became unbearable with each strike.

"FOUR"

In an instant my body took over and squirmed around as much as possible trying to break free. Cindy stopped and tried to get me to calm down but IHAD to get away, my instincts were too much for me.

"Okay then, we’ll make it ten."

"NO!!!? I screamed in horror as she prolonged each smack across my bottom, hitting even harder than before in response to my squirming about. It took forever for her to finish even after she was done I was still bawling my eyes out trying to break free.

"Shhh? it’s okay, were finished."

I squirmed even harder as my screams intensified, until my brain clicked in and I heard and knew what I was doing.

"There, there. It’s okay now.."

Cindy’s voice, I realized, sounded a lot like my mothers, it was odd that I hadn’t realized it before.

Cindy hugged me and waited for me to stop crying. I was still whimpering when My eyes became glued to the mirror. I saw a little girl in a woman’s arms being cradled back and forth, whimpering softly. It wasn’t me". But I knew it was. For a moment it felt like my spirit had been torn away from me. Like I was empty and sick at the same time.

"Here you go, this will calm you down."

A girl from across the room grabbed my pacifier from off of Cindy’s lap and put it gently in my mouth, I didn’t spit it out either. I was mostly shocked that one of the older girls was being nice to me. Cindy sat me on the ground and I sucked on my pacifier a while trying to calm my breathing. A few parents walked in and started picking up their children early?"? WAIT!

I looked up at Cindy and back over to the parents; Cindy was in the hallway conversing with the parents. Another parent walked into the gymnastics room and left the door open. Between the ballet and the gymnasium. NOW WAS MY CHANCE!

I didn’t run this time, that would cause too much attention. Instead, I crawled across the room; out of sight from everyone else, who’s attention was focused on the other doorway.

I made it out of the room and crawled across the gymnasium floor and into the bathroom. I hadn’t noticed anyone on my way in, which was quite a relief. As I got to my bag with my clothes in it that I had left in the bathroom before, my relief turned into a heart attack.

No one was there because class had ended! I rushed to take my outfit off, but it wouldn’t budge, I really was stuck, I had done it for nothing, but if nothing else I could take the diaper off and put my other clothes over the tutu and ballet outfit! I reached into the leg holes of my panties and quickly unsnapped the sides of my diaper, first the left, then the right. I had almost taken the diaper completely out of my panties when I heard Cindy’s voice enter the bathroom. Instantly I put the diaper back on as best I could, I stuck the diaper back through my panties and stuffed underneath my crotch and pulled it up behind my bottom, I fastened the left side and then the"

I looked at my diaper before I pinned it up and realized It was yellow on the inside.

"Hello?" It was Cindy, I knew she was looking for me.

I fastened the diaper back on and pulled down my panties and tutu until they were comfortable. I knew that Cindy was going to catch me but at least I wasn’t going to be spanked for not having my diaper on again. I looked up and waited for Cindy to grab me, but it wasn’t her. My mom stood in the middle of the bathroom with her mouth open wide and in shock.. She had just watched me put on a diaper and what was worse that now it looked like I was the one who dressed myself up like this!

CHAPTER FOUR

The drive home was silent. After my mom had found me, she immediately got me dressed without saying anything. I was thankful to be out of diapers and luckily m mom didn’t say anything to the gymnastics instructor, though that did strike me as odd. My teeth were freezing by now. The ice was helping the pain, but that was only because my mouth was numb by now from the ice my mom had gotten me from Ice cream Paradise.

My mom helped me out of the car and walked into the house, whereas I followed. I knew she wanted to know what happened. When I walked inside, my mom had already headed into the bathroom and shut the door. I didn’t know what to do because usually if something serious occurred, I would talk to mom first thing.

"umm? mom? I’m going to go put my laundry in the basket upstairs okay?"

"Sure hun."

"?""..kay?""

Well, that was simple enough. I put my laundry upstairs and went back downstairs. Finally my mom was ready to talk.

"So, what happened back there at the gymnasium? Why were you putting on a diaper?"

I had to think on my feet, which was something I really wasn’t good at, but I did my best.

"Well, I". I wet myself during gymnastics."

"They didn’t have any other gymnast clothing?"

Eureka!

"No, I was kina mad at first but some other girls had already used the other three because they forgot their outfits."

"So you wore a ballet outfit?"

"Yeah."

"That still doesn’t explain why you were wearing diapers."

"Well, I didn’t have anything to wear under the see-through underwear."

My mom thought about it for a second and then responded with a smile.

"Well okay, this won’t happen again right?"

"No, I promise."

I hugged my mom and walked upstairs, but the conversation was only almost over.

"Hey honey, why are you wearing pigtails?"

"Uhm"."

"I thought you said they made you look like a baby?"

"". Well?"

"Yes?"

"?my hair was in the way and I got kind of tired of it."

"Do you want a haircut?"

"No, I’m fine."

"Okay."

Nothing else interesting happened that night, but the next morning was the big practice day and I would be at the gym almost all day. My mom dropped me off at 8:00 and I met up with the other girls, none of them seemed to notice that I had wet myself the day before, which was GOOD.

"Oh! Hi Caira, how are you?"

The gymnast instructor seemed happy today.

"I’m alright, thank you, how are you?"

"I’m doing well, where were you yesterday?"

"My mom picked me up early because my stomach hurt."

"Oh, okay, just make sure you sign out when you leave next time, that way I know you’re not here for sure, I can’t worry about losing somones’ kid everyday."

"All right, sorry."

"It’s okay Caira."

My stomach actually did start to feel weird, I had to pee again. But this time I wasn’t going to have an accident.

"Hey, can I go to the bathroom?"

"Actually the gymnasts’ bathroom is closed right now, but the ballet rooms’ bathroom is always open."

"Okay, thanks."

My heart began to pound a bit harder for some reason as I entered the ballet room. Cindy was there waiting on the bench, next to the bathroom, for the other children to come. As I walked past her I felt a bit weaker. I was really surprised when she stopped me. She had an extremely seriouse look on her face.

"Hey, don’t I know you from somewhere?"

"Uhh, not that I know of, I think, I mean? I’m in the next room and.."

Cindy chuckled a bit.

"It’s all right I was just joking."

"...Oh... yeah?"

I went into the bathroom and shut the door; the mirror atop of the sink showed me just how I looked before the incident from yesterday? But I still saw myself as the little girl from before, I wasn’t sure why. It mad me shiver a bit. I sat down and did my business. While I was sitting on the toilet I noticed the changing table and the diapers I had been forced into the day before. It was really weird, for a second felt like I needed to wear one instead of going to the bathroom, I quickly shoved the thought out of my mind? It shoved back.

I grew a bit curious and that curiosity grew until my hands were on the package of huggies diapers and pulling one out. I held it for a second and considered putting it on, but this time I shook the thought out for good.

What am I thinking? I’m not a baby. I washed my hands in the sink which was low enough for the toddlers, just as the toilet was. It made me feel small, but I accepted that I was and simply left proudly, feeling like I had accomplished some form of self enlightenment.

The whole day went great; I learned how to do a perfect cartwheel and how to stick a landing. My mom picked me up and asked me how my day was; I had dinner and went to bed, anxious to go to the next practice day tomorrow.

Eventually I was back at the gymnasium. Before practice I went to the bathroom again. This time Cindy smiled and nodded as I waved, but didn’t say anything. I shut the door. T didn’t really have to go to the bathroom. I just wanted to have a little fun with my curiosity. The night before as I was lying in bed, I mulling over the idea of being treated like a baby. Though It was really scary the first time.

I began to enjoy the thought of Cindy cooing at me and that everyone was just my size. I never had to worry about anything accept being a "bad baby". But even then I would just be put in time out and if I was spanked I probably deserved it. Before I had gone to sleep, I tied the white bed sheet around me like a diaper. Ever since that moment I had been anxious to feel like a baby again, it was scary, but I still needed to try it.

I had taken the bag with me and had already changed into my gymnastics outfit. I pulled of the one piece outfit off and stood naked holding the diaper. After I had taped the sides up around my waist, I was secure and I sat down on the toilet for a second. While I sat I noticed the changing table again, I wanted to try that too.

I stood on the toilet and climbed onto the table, which was much too high for me to jump off. I was enjoying the fact that I was too small for things, for once in my life. The thought of using the diaper came into mind. I sat and thought for a while about it. I looked at my diaper and felt it. It was really soft like before and had pretty pictures across the front.

While I was reminiscing among the day that I was a baby, I grew happier. It was a thrill to think of more ways to be like a baby. As I thought, I wet myself on purpose; it was warm and felt cushy inside my diaper. I didn’t want to take it off though, after all a baby can’t change her own diaper.

My diaper grew more comfortable in my mind, I climbed down onto the toilet and grabbed my gymnastics outfit and put it on, I grabbed my bag and was about to walk out the door, knowing full well what I was attempting to do. I still felt my diaper bulging through my legs and it was very apparent through my outfit. I reached for the handle"

"Hello? Are you okay in there?"

I panicked, I couldn’t be seen like this, and my maturity quickly swooped down upon me in a shocking from of guilt. I tore the diaper out from my suit and threw it in the trash can; I also wiped myself with some toilet paper and washed my hands. As I looked back at the changing table my heart sank, that was wear I really wanted to be and if it wasn’t for Cindy I never would have known that I could be so happy.

I opened the door, grabbed my stuff and left. The rest of the day was same as the other, practice makes perfect and all that, but I wasn’t having fun anymore. I saw the girls from ballet at the end of the day being picked up by their moms and wanted so badly for that to be me, I felt silly, ashamed and depressed at the same time. I knew that special day couldn’t happen again. My mom was running late, she called and said she would be.

As the last little girl was picked up from ballet, a few words entered my head.

"Oh, okay, just make sure you sign out when you leave next time, that way I know you’re not here for sure"

I walked into the bathroom with my stuff again, Cindy was gone. I quickly grabbed a few diapers, some wipes and two bows that Cindy had clipped into my hair the day she had put my bottom into diapers and my hair into pigtails. I looked out of the bathroom, the coast was clear. I went into the closet and in about a minute I had successfully retrieve the baby outfit I had worn the other day.

I shut the door behind me and walked into the gymnasium, my mom was at the door waiting.

"What were you doing?"

"Saying goodbye to Cindy"

As my mom and I walked downstairs, I thought of how to put my plan into action

CHAPTER FIVE

That night I went to sleep in my baby outfit. I felt a little bad for stealing

them, but since Christine gave them to me when I was a "baby? I didn’t

see why they weren’t mine. It felt good to be normal; I was just the right

size for diapers and baby clothes. It was like I was really four years old and

I was supposed to be dressed like this.

My bulky diaper swept against my silky sheets and the ballet uniform was

very soft and warm. I remembered rubbing my hand up and down the front

of my diaper, caressing my petticoats and frillies just to make it feel real,

like it was really there and I was meant to wear it. My puffy pink sleeves

also slid around my shoulders, they were so soft and made me feel cuddly

inside, like when I cuddled my care bears at night. It was the first time in

a long time that I felt truly peaceful and happy. I fell asleep sucking my

thumb, like the baby I wanted to be.

"Caira! Wake up and get some breakfast, it’s almost time to go to

gymnastics."

I had already been awake, practicing little baby things in my diapers.

"I’m not hungry mommy!... Oh! I mean, Mom!"

I really hope my mom didn’t notice anything. Last night we talked more

about my being in diapers, which I had to repeatedly tell her it was only

because I wet myself on accident. She recommended wearing pull- ups;

I was so excited about being a baby that I said yes, though at first I declined.

My mom insisted once more that I be comfortable, so I agreed to wear them.

She went to the store that night to pick up some and she even got the ones

with the little Disney princesses embroidered on the top of the diapers.

The main thought that came to my mind was actually going to gymnastics

with my diapers on, having them bulge out of my outfit and everyone

watching me. Actually, I had already made up my mind about going to ballet.

When my mom got back I asked if I could stay all day to practice gymnastics

with the teacher, instead of just the morning shift. I had found out that after

ballet practice, the toddler girls that weren’t picked up were supposed to go

to the daycare room downstairs in the basement and that’s where I was planning

to go.

"Caira! Hurry up or we’ll be late!"

"Okay mom, I’m coming."

I got dressed into my pull "ups and gymnastic one piece and ran downstairs.

My mom seemed surprised at my willingness to wear them.

"Honey, are you sure you’ll be okay wearing those in front of all the other girls."

"Sure, I already look like a toddler anyway"

"What?" Uh oh, I may have slipped a bit too much on that one

"Well, I dunno, I’m just comfortable with myself? I guess.."

A big smile appeared on my moms face.

"So, my little girls becoming mature huh?"

"uhuh"

I smiled with her, left the house and got into the car. Also, I had brought my

gym bag with my "things’ in it and was ready to go. It only took a few minutes

to get there and I was already close to bursting with excitement from the day I

had planned. In fact, since I was about to change my diaper soon anyways, I

decided to "burst? with excitement. It was fun to think of the little hearts on my

diaper disappearing because I wasn’t potty trained.

Finally I had made it into the building and into the ballets bathroom without

being noticed. I changed my wet training pants and put on a fresh diaper.

After, I put on my ballet uniform and admired myself in the mirror. I was kind of proud about looking so young. Eventually, I hid my bag behind the changing table. The door handle on this bathroom was much lower than the others in the building, so I had no problem getting in and out. I opened the door, said hello in a baby voice to Christine and from then on the day went normal.

It was the end of Ballet class and my mom was no where to be seen, which was great by the fact that if she came to check in on me, she’d find me in my now messy diaper. There was just something that uplifted my spirit when I went in my diapers, corny yes, but it’s the honest truth.

"Okay Caira, Missy and Emma, let’s go to the nursery."

Emma and Missy were both "older? than I was, so they walked along side of Christine while I was held safely in her arms.

We reached the nursery which was lined with a yellow trim and walls painted with light blue. It had two baby cribs a rocking horse, a playpen and all sorts of baby stuff. I was so excited that I was apart of it all. I would be for the next five hours.

First of all, Christie changed my diaper. The usual, cleaned, wiped, powdered and diapered. Then I was put in a playpen. Apparently she thought I was a lot younger than I did. After a while I was getting drowsy and a teensy bit bored. Of course Christine noticed instantly.

"Aww, awe you tiwred?"

I shook my head sleepily.

"Okay then let’s give you a nice nap."

She picked me up softly in my arms and caressed my pig-tailed hair while I sucked my thumb. My eyes were getting very heavy and tired. She sat down in a rocking chair after picking up a bottle of milk from a fridge and heating it up a bit. Christine slipped the teat into my mouth and I pleasantly sucked on the nipple while she rocked me back and forth ever so carefully.

My eyes opened a bit after I finished, suddenly a thought ran into my mind.

I had no idea what time it was, how was supposed to get back upstairs before my mom came back? What was’ I?" going?"

Christine slipped a pacifier in my mouth and hummed softly while swaying back and forth, it made me feel even heavier and then lighter. I was falling asleep.

"Caira"... Caira"... Wake up honey"

"huh?nh?"

My mind grew weary of my current state once again. I was in diapers, and a tutu none the less, my mom was staring right at me! I could still feel the diaper between my legs and the onesie I Was wearing and the puffy sleeves were".. gone? I was in my gymnastics uniform wearing my pull-ups again.

"It’s time to go Caira."

I was laying down on a wooden bench in the gymnasium.

"Oh, hi, you’re Cairas mother, of course."

"Yes."

It was my gymnast instructor! Christine was there too! What do I say when she says what happened"

"Well, Caira’s making a lot of progress in gymnastics, she lands perfectly almost every time and can do almost all the tricks I’ve taught her."

WHAT?!

"Oh! That’s very nice to hear. Thank you."

"It’s no problem what so ever, I’m delighted to have your daughter as my student."

My mom looked at me and smiled proudly.

"Allright, well, I’ll have to be going, come on Caira."

"Coming mom."

I glanced back at Christine, she smiled and winked at me.

Christine must have known after a while, I don’t know how she caught me, but I’ll always be thankful that she never told my mom, even after the next few years of "ballet class".

THE END

Narratars comment:

Its been about thirteen years since then. I’m in college now and get great grades, my moms still very proud of me and I’m still the little girl I was thirteen years ago. When I got into high school I got growth stunting medicine from the internet. Although now I look like a nine year old when dressed regularly, I still look like a little toddler when I wear my diapers. My boyfriend even "babysits’ me whenever I’m out of school and were getting married soon. He wants to have his own business, head of his own daycare center?

 

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