Raven's Fall

Chapter 5
Raven's Fall, Chapter Five

Chapter Five

“What do you want?”

Despite everything, I was still a popular cheerleader. I had years of practice when it came to countless social interactions, including confrontation. It didn’t matter that I was standing bottomless in diapers. Well, it did matter, but I was still able to keep my voice flat and cold, like this was more tedious than frustrating or embarrassing.

Of course, playing it cool only worked so well when my facade had slipped a minute ago. The threat of being shoved into the school hallway in my current state had been a bit too much, and also unlike any of the usual headbutting I occasionally got into with my teammates.

“It’s simple,” Maxine said. She reached into her purse and pulled out something pink and plastic. “Put this on, and wear it for the rest of the day.”

One of my hands was still covering the diapers, for all the good that would do me. Chloe still had her phone’s camera trained on me, and probably already had countless shots of me in the incriminating padding. With my other hand, I took what looked to be panties of some kind. “What is this?” I asked. Though I wore pull-ups to bed, I had no babysitting experience or anything like that.

She smiled at my lack of understanding. “Plastic panties. If you wet yourself, those should save you from making a mess. Oh, and your diapers will probably crinkle less. You’re welcome.”

“I’m not going to wet myself,” I scoffed. My reaction was a bit undermined by the words themselves. That really wasn’t something I should have been defending myself against. As for the panties, they were thin enough that it wasn’t something like making the bulk worse down there. The crinkling hadn’t actually been too bad so far, only because all of my movements had been so careful; at the same time, I wouldn’t hate it if that was less of a concern.

Regardless, it was another layer to deal with. Plus pink plastic would potentially be more noticeable than the white diapers, which I was still hoping would just be perceived as briefly flashing my panties if anyone caught a tiny glimpse.

“Says the bedwetter,” Maxine teased, “Well? Try them on. And hurry. If you make us late, I might just have to come up with a punishment.”

If she was so worried about class, maybe she should have picked a different time for this. Our school had extended the five minute break to ten minutes a couple years ago, after enough students and parents had complained about how five wasn’t enough to comfortably run to one’s locker, go to the bathroom, etc. when some classes would be all the way across the building on a different floor.

Normally, ten minutes was plenty for me. Now, I wasn’t sure how long it had been since First Period. A minute or two just to make it to the secluded bathroom, plus however long we had been ‘talking.’ Whatever. These nerdy girls would be the ones obsessively checking the time for something like that. If I was late, I was late.

“Whatever,” I muttered. Bending over, grimacing at the unfamiliar sensation of how the diapers shifted, I stepped into the first leg hole of the panties.

As I did, the other girls couldn’t help but comment. “Diapers are a good look on her,” Nikki said.

“Mm hmm. Fucking brat,” Chloe said, “Do you think she pads her bras?”

“Maybe that will be her punishment,” Maxine mused, “No more bra privileges?”

Absolutely fucking not. One, I did pad my bras, with silicone inserts that boosted me half a cup size. More importantly, this was the first time in years someone had made fun of my height and petite frame. Being on the smaller side worked to my advantage as a cheerleader, since I was top of the pyramid. When wearing diapers, however, it was easy for Maxine and her minions to lean into an obvious source of teasing.

“I’m putting on this fucking nonsense,” I snapped. Pulling the plastic underwear up my legs, standing up as I did so, I once again acted the way I would while fully clothed and in control. “There’s your one little thing. Happy?”

“I mean, little girls shouldn’t be cursing like that,” Maxine pointed out, “Now, turn around. These panties cinch in the back.”

“Fuck you.” I didn’t care that she had an infuriating amount of leverage on me; there was no way I was going to let her be patronizing like that. Even so, I reluctantly turned to face the opposite direction. Plastic panties were new to me, and I had no idea how they worked. Apparently similar to diapers, in that they required a bit of tightening to be effective.

Maxine just giggled. Honestly, that was worse than any other reaction she could have possibly had. It showed me that she wasn’t intimidated by me in the slightest, after years of caving to whatever I said or did simply because I snapped my fingers. “Hold still, Raven.” She stepped up and began fiddling with the waistband of the panties.

A few seconds later, I could feel the garment tighten. There was a soft click that I assumed was some kind of clasp or something. I hadn’t really examined the panties beyond seeing that they were plastic and annoyingly childish in design. While I occasionally wore pink in moderation, it was nothing like this.

It was Chloe’s turn to giggle. “Damn, those are perfect for her. Good idea, Maxine.”

“Okay,” Maxine said. She placed a hand on my shoulder and turned me around to face her. At this distance, she was actually quite tall. And I was wearing heels. “Now apologize for being a bitch, and admit that you deserve diapers. Then you can have your skirt back.”

More or less the same threat as before. If I didn’t play along, they could still easily kick me out of the bathroom. Or, if they were worried about making it to class on time, they could simply leave while holding onto my skirt. Either way, I’d be bottomless and stuck in a difficult situation.

As badly as I wanted to argue, I decided to go the opposite direction. Doing what Maxine wanted, except on my terms. “Sorry for being a bitch. I deserve diapers.” The words she wanted, delivered in the most monotone and somewhat bored manner. I didn’t mean it. If Chloe happened to be recording, which I was hoping she wasn’t, no one would take my delivery of those statements seriously.

“Good enough, I guess,” Maxine rolled her eyes. She stepped back and said, “We’ll try those again next time. Meet us here after school.”

“I have cheerleading practice,” I informed her. That, and I still had to figure out how to fix all of this. So far, I had only allowed Maxine to make things worse. She and her friends probably had back-ups of their leverage as well, so taking all of their phones wouldn’t do me any good. 

“You’ll be fine,” Maxine said, “It’ll just take a few minutes. But, hey. If you don’t show, then you’ll just have to deal with the consequences. Nikki?”

The longer haired twin held out my skirt for me to take. “You’re lucky to be getting this back,” she said, “After all that attitude? You’re such a brat.”

“She’s always been a brat,” Chloe said, “Only immature girls think bullying is fun.”

“Mm hmm,” Maxine nodded, “We’ll add that to the list. Apologizing for being a bitch, apologizing for being a brat. Admitting that she deserves diapers. I’m sure we can come up with some other stuff, too. Umm, Raven? Why the fuck are you still here? Get out.”

She was not talking to me like that! An hour ago, there was a distinct lack of confidence in her voice. Blackmail or not, she was still a nerdy girl and I was a cheerleader. Now? She was clearly power tripping a little bit. After all, I was still standing there with the diapers and recently added plastic panties blatantly on display. And my reluctant obedience proved that I was in no position to push back on her bullshit.

A second later, she changed her mind. “Actually, stay. We should get going.”

That was the difference between a girl like her and a girl like me. I would have committed to the demand I gave someone. I only had so much bandwidth for judgment, when the result of her decision to prioritize being punctual over being mean led to Nikki opening the bathroom door without a care in the world.

I immediately darted to the side, getting out of sight of the hallway. There was nothing to actually worry about, when it was a side hall that didn’t have any foot traffic aside from the rare person visiting one of the offices at the end. But also, one person was all it would take.

Smirking at my reaction, Maxine kept up her annoyingly bold energy on the way out the door. “Later, loser,” she said. Then she turned the corner without looking back. Her friends followed, leaving the bathroom wide open behind them.

Hastily doing the job myself, letting out a huge sigh as the lock clicked, I then looked at myself in the mirror for the first time since stepping into the bathroom. For fuck’s sake. I looked so ridiculous. From the waist up, I was still the hot cheerleader everyone knew me as. Perfect hair, cute top, and all that. Which made the thick diapers and plastic panties drastically clash when they were on display.

“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered. Grateful all over again for the stretchy skirt, I pulled it back on and went through the same process of quadruple checking that everything was covered. Front, back, side. I couldn’t let anyone see the slightest glimpse of what was underneath. While Maxine was right about how her addition to my mortifying protection muffled the faint crinkling from before, the plastic was also noticeably glossy and not at all like regular panties. Anyone who did have babysitting experience, which was a common enough job for teenagers that didn’t have a life like mine, would potentially be able to recognize what I was wearing with only a glance.

I practically jumped out of my skin when the bell rang. It was a lot louder in the bathroom than in the hall, and it had been dead quiet the moment before. Well, guess I’d be showing up late to Second Period. Whatever. It wouldn’t be the first time.

After one final look in the mirror and another quiet curse word about how it felt to walk, I left the bathroom and headed to class. Unlike the previous subject, where I had managed to get to my desk while everyone was doing their own thing before the bell, I’d have to deal with everyone’s eyes on me as I stepped into the classroom. Great.

It briefly felt like every single one of my classmates had x-ray vision. I carefully shuffled to my desk, grateful that our teacher was one of those women who didn’t make a big deal about tardy students. She just kept going through her introduction of the lesson, without so much as acknowledging my arrival.

The same couldn’t be said for the girls in my corner of the classroom. “Have fun with Adrian?” Ashley murmured.

I had totally forgotten my excuse for not walking with her and Heather between classes. “Couldn’t find him,” I muttered. No need to lie about that kind of ‘fun’ when he could accidentally contradict my story later. Realistically, I would have texted him instead of just guessing where he’d be after his first class of the day, but Ashley didn’t need to worry about that.

Honestly, I was too distracted to have much of a conversation. At least the class was being introduced to a lecture, so I didn’t have to spend too much time talking with the girls in the back row.

As the room settled into silence, save for our teacher’s voice, I was once again left with my roaming thoughts and the awkward feeling of the thick padding underneath my ass. Whether I was walking or seated, there was no ignoring the diapers. And now, I was worse off than I was last period. Not even because of the plastic panties. Thanks to everything with Maxine and her friends, they had real photos of me wearing diapers. I doubted I could claim ‘Photoshop’ for whatever Chloe had snapped and/or recorded earlier. And I still had no fucking idea how to put her back in her place without sealing my own fate at the same time.

Maybe I could find something on her? But for mutually assured destruction, it would have to be something just as bad as a girl like me wearing diapers. That was a tall order.

Fuck.

Well, this time I had until the end of the day, rather than just a single class period. The bad news was, that meant I was stuck in my current underwear predicament unless I could figure something else out before then. That, or attempt to remove the diapers myself and put them back on later. Or deal with another visit to Nurse Tessa. I hadn’t really thought things through beyond the initial trip to her office; I’d probably have to remove them at some point to use the bathroom, anyway.

What I didn’t know was that Maxine had already accounted for that.