Diaper School Summary: A story about a boy who goes to a new school made for giving out free scholarships for being part of an experimental study. He soon learns that this study has to do with finding out whether being in diapers instead of using the bathroom would contribute to better grades. Diaper School I have longed for diapers for some time. It was only at a certain point that I realized how much I did. I was reading the newspaper. I was about 14. I saw an ad that said something about a school which would pay for college and whatnot. It said that it would put you in an experiment, though nothing involving chemicals or whatnot, for the rest of your school career, and give you the best education possible. I showed this to my mom. “Sure, sweetie, we’ll look into it,” she said. And so she did. She got my application in, and soon the school year came to an end. The school would be operating just like any other school in regards to the days open. So the summer vacation whittled away and I was excited when, on the last week of summer, we got a letter. This is what it said: “Dear Parents of Andrew Freeman, Enclosed are instructions on the things needed for school and what to do when you get to school. He will be needing no clothing except shoes and socks: we will provide the rest. Also enclosed is a train ticket. As to these kinds of schools are everywhere in the United States by now, we will be sending you to the nearest one, up in Miami. There will be no need for worrying, as the school is guarded under the strictest conditions possible. He should just go to his first classroom and receive other instructions there. This is a boarding school, and for the nature of the experiment there is no way to visit him during the school times. However, he will be released during fall, winter, spring, and summer vacations. Instructions for continuing the experiment will be sent home then. They are quite simple, but anyone not following the policy will be excluded from the college scholarship. We are sorry we cannot enclose any information on the experiment; it is part of it. Thanks, The School Board” “Well, we’ll send you up there at the right time,” said my mother. “And I’ve heard that your friend Josh is going as well.” Things couldn’t have gotten better. Josh was my best friend, and I was glad I would have someone to make the environment more friendly. The day came when he had to go to the school. Since there was only one ticket, my parents saw me off to the station and waved goodbye. I sat with Josh and wondered aloud what the experiment was. Josh jumped in eagerly. We soon arrived at the school. The doors were opened and we went to their first period classes. Josh and I had requested all the same classes, and we had all the same periods, too. As we walked into our room and sat down, the teacher came in. Soon the rest of the class filed in. They all sat down and looked at the teacher. “All of you have signed a binding contract,” he said, “one that started the moment you entered here. Do not be alarmed. This is a normal environment, excluding one thing. The experiment. Now…” he said as he pushed a button on his computer. As music started playing, I noticed the teacher was wearing earplugs. But that was the last thing I noticed before I fell asleep. I awoke and for a second didn’t recognize my surroundings. Why was I surrounded by wooden bars. Then things clicked. A crib! I sat up as others did as well. We saw our teacher in a onesie and nothing else. “Good. Step one is finished. You have been initiated. Consider these your beds for the rest of your schooling career. You will realize that you are all naked. The girls are in another room. You will now learn how to put on and change a diaper, and the ethics involved in this during classes. You will also get your uniforms. I have the entire day. “Perhaps I should explain the experiment. We are trying to see how students learn without the constant distraction of going to the bathroom. This class has been assigned disposable diapers. We are also going to see if being babylike helps. We have been picked for that. Don’t be jealous when you see people walking around in day clothes. They have diapers just like you. So, let’s start our lesson. “We will never change in class unless the diaper is absolutely full. After class, there will be a 20 minute period to change and head to your next class, as well as get water and whatnot. Lunch will be an hour, and each class will be an hour and a half. Teachers are always available, and classes alternate each day, from even number days to odd number days. You will be given plenty of homework time, as well as the opportunity to play sports against other teams from these kinds of schools in the state. You will be given special uniforms and diapers for this. Boys will only change boys, and girls will only change girls. We will provide changing stalls for everyone. You will come here to sleep every night. Now, to the diaper changing.” He showed us how to change each others diapers, and put them on each other. The teacher had already told us about the baby thing, so nobody was surprised when the diapers were baby style, though we were when we learned that they were special ordered Huggies. We had a choice of Barney, babies, or baby stuff, like bottles and pacifiers. I chose Barney. We each got a big box and were told to help ourselves from the closet when we needed. Once we were diapered, we were finally given our uniforms. “You will have a onesie for every day of the week. Put your names on them and then wash them when you’re done. The classroom will have replacements if you leak. You can see how to put them on, so do so when needed. Now to your night wear.” He gave us diapers for night that were twice as thick, though with the same decorations. He then introduced the last article of clothing. “This is a footed sleeper,” he told the class. “You will need your diaper changing buddy to help you with this. You step in and they zip you up. Make sure you have a night diaper on first. You then sleep in these. When it is lights out, I will come around and lock up your cribs. You will get three, to be used on a weekly basis. “I must also stress the importance of not misbehaving, and for following the experiment rules. Anyone ditching class or acting up in class will result in detentions, for as many nights as needed, during which you will clean soiled clothes by hand. A list of the rules is up on the bulletin board there. If you are found without a diaper, which I can guarantee you getting caught at this, you will have to wear another one on top of the new diaper. These penalties do stack. After enough times you will lose your scholarship. You will be given maps of the school when you arrive in class tomorrow. You will need them.” As he left, I started whispering to Josh. “Do you like this idea? Wearing diapers all the time?” “No!” He said this a little unconvincingly. “Don’t lie,” I replied. “I don’t care.” “Well, I actually was angry at first, but then I got into a diaper and it felt so good, so not so much.” “I like them too.” Then an announcement came over the intercom. “Time for dinner!” I did feel very hungry, and was surprised how long we had been asleep. We all got up and put our onesies on. Mine had dinosaurs on it. I put it on and stood up. I was slightly surprised about how thick the diaper was. I couldn’t touch my knees together! I asked Josh about it. “Well, yeah,” he said, “but then again, we have hour and a half classes. We need it to hold a lot.” I agreed and we went down to dinner, waddling all the way. The meals were pretty good, but nothing on home cooking. Having been led there by our teacher, who revealed his name as Mr. Watson, he led us back. “You will have three hours every night to do homework,” he said. “After which an intercom will tell you that you have thirty minutes to get ready for bed. There should be no excuse for you to be late. This three hours will be devoted to getting used to your diapers and not wasting them.” Sure enough, with no bathrooms and such strict punishment, everyone went in their diaper at some point or another. Josh and I found it pleasing, and were both eager for the point of bladder and bowel control loss came and we could do it without concentrating. Sure enough, bedtime came, and Josh changed me out of my dirty day diaper and into my clean extra-thick night diaper. It was so big that I had to nearly crawl to my crib. After I had changed Josh, he agreed. However, we also both agreed that this bulk was very enjoyable. We both changed into our footed sleepers as well. I was very content; they made me feel more like a baby every minute. Lights out came, and we were soon asleep. Later on, about midnight, I woke suddenly to hear music playing. As it did, I felt my bowels and bladder relaxing slowly. I soon heard the other song, syncing with the first, and fell sound asleep. I awoke to a very wet and messy diaper. It was a few minutes before wake up call, and Josh was awake too. We couldn’t get out of our cribs, but come wake up time, we did. We waddled over to the showers and changed, then washed up. As soon as Mr. Watson came by, I asked what the music was last night. “Oops,” he said, “They were supposed to play the sleep one first. Well, it helps you on your way to incontinence, which is what the experiment calls for as soon as possible.” Classes were easy. As a freshman, I was taking accelerated precalculus, and all Pre-AP classes. They did promise to get harder as the year wore on, but I wasn’t worried. Changing periods were much longer than necessary for me at least, but others struggled, so I stayed quiet. Then came the day for boy’s volleyball signups. Both me and Josh played, and we were both handpicked for varsity. We were given packages of diapers (corresponding with our disposable and babylike restrictions) that were more shock absorbent and were tighter so that the weight didn’t hang and get in the way, as well as more maneuverable. We were given uniforms like any volleyball uniform, though allowing room for diapers. They had our names and a name of another high school, so that we wouldn’t get made fun of in later years. We were given the works: warm up jerseys, warm up pants and jackets, boardshorts, kneepads, bags, volleyballs, shoes, and program t-shirts from that school. I was glad: CDO high school had very good colors and a very good program. As we quickly lost control of our bodily functions, as I say, the teachers made our classes harder, since we didn’t have to concentrate as hard. With volleyball practice, it was harder to get everything done, but we did so easily still. Finally came the day when I had lost full control. “Have you yet?” I asked Josh urgently. “Almost,” he replied casually. A quarter went by, and I went home. My mom wasn’t surprised in the least, as she had gotten a letter in the mail directly after I left explaining. She wasn’t so upset; indeed, she wasn’t going to be upset unless I was upset. As I wasn’t, she did fine, and followed the instructions perfectly that were sent back. The second quarter came. As nothing had changed, I wasn’t worried. I behaved perfectly, though I would really have liked to try second diapers, especially at night. I asked Mr. Watson about this. “Well,” he said, “it is supposed to be punishment, but if you and any others want to try it without getting in trouble, I can arrange different punishments, should the need arise.” Adding the second diaper during the day was very enjoyable. It made it almost impossible to move my legs, so I had to waddle more than ever. It was even better at night, when the diaper was so thick I had to spread my legs out because that was more comfortable. Josh did it too, and he found it just as exciting as I. Classes ended for the semester and finals occurred. I was back to one diaper during the day, but still 2 at night, especially since I started wetting and messing more heavily. We went home for Christmas, which was spectacular. On the first night back at school, an announcement was made after the traditional one for bedtime: “Now during the weekends, one of the two diaper changing buddies each weekend will be able to listen to a subliminal tape to make them a baby for the weekend. This is part of the experiment. The buddy not being a baby will change the other’s diapers and the teachers will change the other’s diapers.” Now me and Josh were very excited. Being diapered was one thing, but being actual babies? That was too much to bear. We actually wet ourselves in excitement. Also, there would be no homework over the weekend. We had a few arguments about who should go first, and it was finally decided that I should. I walked into the room at the appointed time that Friday night. They immediately put on headphones and had me answer a few questions before they turned on the subliminal tape. When they did, I was in heaven. It was like I was shrinking into a little boy again; I could feel my vocal cords untraining, and my mouth was drooling. My leg and arm muscles seemed to be withering, and as soon as it had begun, it seemed, it was over. Josh took care of me throughout the weekend. For this, I was given toys, a pacifier, and milk instead of food. Every time I needed something, I just cried. I couldn’t walk, so I crawled. I needed to be put in my crib every night. It was bliss. I had also wet and messed even easier than I did when normal. I never woke up dry, always something wet. My poop was messier and squishier than before because of my diet. I told Josh all about it, and he was more excited than before. I had to take care of him, but seeing him act how I had most obviously acted gave me an erection immediately. And so it continued for all of the second semester, the only difference. This went on for the next few years, until almost college time. I realized that it would have to end sometime. Then I saw that there would be a college for graduates who wanted to continue on with the experience, thusfore giving more data. I had realized that wearing diapers had relieved stress much more that anything, especially being a baby every other weekend. I signed up again at once, as well as Josh and a surprising amount of others. We went through college too, and were successful there as well. They said when we graduated, we could work in the high school, with free food, a job, and diapers that fit. I wanted to, and Josh wanted to, but the rest just wanted to know where they could get diapers so they could keep using them, and then move on. Perhaps because it had a greater effect on me and Josh than them, but I would never stop working there, and I would still be a baby there every so often. It was more home than my home.