From:  (THE DTC3)
Subject: Story: My Special School
Date: 23 Aug 1995 19:17:09 -0400

My Special School
 
	Today is a great day for me. After two months at the 
Kimberly-Clark school for boys, I am going to graduate, and 
get to go home. My school has a strange name, and there is a 
good reason for that. This is my strange story. 
	As a boy, I was always getting in trouble, and as I got 
older I just seemed to get in more and more. But I learned 
my lesson the day I touched that lady's breast.  

Part One  
	I shouldn't have done it, but I wanted to know what a 
breast felt like, I walked right up to her, and grabbed her, 
She Jumped out of her chair, and smacked me and then grabbed 
me by the arm. She dragged me out of the restaurant and 
threw me in her car. I tried to get away but she would not 
let go of her grip on me. "Where do you live?" she asked 
	"Fuck you, let me go" She smacked me across the face a 
second time. "Where do you live?" My face stinging I told 
her my address, and before long we were out in front of the 
house. she let go of her grip on my arm, and I bolted for 
the house, but she followed behind me. I ran inside slamming 
the door behind me and ran up to my room. Within seconds I 
heard the doorbell, and before I could tell me mom not to 
answer it she did. 
	"Hi, I just dropped your son off, can we talk for a 
minute?" 
	"Sure come on in" My mother said. "How can I help you" 
	I listened from the top of the stairs as the young 
woman recounted what had happened in the restaurant, My 
mother was very upset, and apologized about twenty times, as 
she told about how much of a handful I had been the last few 
years. 
	"Well, that is what I wanted to talk to you about. You 
see, I run a special school for troubled boys, and I think 
your son would be the perfect candidate for a new student. I 
can promise you that he will come home at the end of the 
summer, a changed boy, in more ways than one" She giggled at 
her own comment as she handed my mother some kind of 
catalog. "I'm going to leave you my number and you can think 
it over." 
	"Thanks, I'll let you know" My mother said as she 
showed the woman to the door. She turned around and saw me 
standing at the top of the stairs. "Let's go, get down here, 
we need to talk." Reluctantly I went down stairs for yet 
another boring lecture. I have no clue what it was about 
since I wasn't listening. That was mistake number two for 
the day. 
	"Michael! What did I just ask you?" 
	"Huh, what?" 
	"That's it young man, go upstairs to your room. In the 
morning you are going to this school. She handed me the 
booklet and I went upstairs to look it over. I was shocked 
at what I saw. I went back downstairs and begged my mother 
not to send me there, but it was no use. I was going.  

Part Two  
	I didn't sleep much that night, because I was just 
plain scared of going to this weird school. I went 
downstairs and made one more useless plea to be pardoned 
from this school, but again it was no use. I sat on the 
couch and waited for the lady to come to get me, not knowing 
what else to do. When she arrived she seemed leased that I 
was not resisting her. I grabbed the bag I had packed, but 
when I got to the door, she took it from me, and handed it 
to my mother "You don't need that, your clothes will be 
provided for you, I am sure you read the booklet I left. 
"Yes, But I ain't wearing that stuff." 
	"It's YES MAMM, and trust me you will wear it." 
	"whatever" I was lead back to her car again, and waved 
to my mom and we pulled away. The school was way on the edge 
of town, on an old farm. It actually looked like a hotel 
"Maybe this won't be so bad" I thought as we pulled up to 
the door. "Let's go see your new room" She said as she got 
out of the car. I got out too, and walked in front of her 
into the building. Without stopping at the front desk she 
led me up to the second floor where the bedrooms are. We 
passed a couple of identical rooms, and then we turned into 
what was to be my room for a while. The room was blue, like 
a boys room, and had a dresser and a bed with a chest at the 
end of it. I sat down on the bed, and the lady, who finally 
introduced herself as Jodi pulled up the chair from the desk 
in the corner. "It's a nice room isn't it? One of the nicest 
we have. I want you to be comfortable here, I am not mad 
about what happened at the restaurant the other day, I just 
want to teach you to behave like the young man you are. As I 
am sure you saw there are no looks on your door, or any of 
the doors, this isn't a prison, it's just a Child 
Development School. 
	"But what about that stuff in the booklet?" 
	"That is just to help the parents to think we are real 
strict, but the truth is, as long as you behave it's almost 
like a summer camp. Only if you are naughty do you get 
treated like you saw in the booklet. 
	"But why do we have to wear diapers?" 
	"We ran out of money to build, so we weren't able to 
afford toilets in the bathroom, because bath tubs were more 
important to us. So everyone here does wear diapers, 
including the staff. The sleepers you will wear are solely 
to discourage running away, as you would look silly running 
down the highway in a footed sleeper. The rest I guess you 
will learn as we go, any questions?" 
	"yes, who will be the one to diaper me?" I was nervous 
about that, since not even my mother had seen me naked in 
years. 
	"well, For the first couple of days, I will do it 
myself, after that you will report to the nanny when you 
need to be changed." 
	"the nanny" 
	"Yes, she is the woman in charge of you boys when you 
are not in classes. Her area is at the end of the hall, and 
I will show you that when I give you the tour of the place. 
But first I want to get you changed and have you take a nap 
for a while, then I will show you around." I removed all my 
clothes, and Jodi put them on top of the dresser. She went 
in the top draw and removed a disposable diaper, and then in 
the second drawer for a sleeper. 
	"Why is the diaper green?" I asked 
	"Well, that's just how they are made. The company gives 
them to us for free, because we named the school after them, 
so it works out well. She diapered me, and helped me into my 
sleeper, and then snapped the buttons on the back. "Don't 
even try to remove this, the buttons were specially made, 
you need this tool (showing the wrench type object on a 
chain attached to her belt) to take them off. It was made 
for anti-theft tags in stores, but it works well for us too. 
Now lay down and take a nap, I will be back in an hour." 
	"But Jodi, I'm not tired." 
	" I know honey, but I need time to do your paperwork, 
so please lay down like a good boy." 
	"okay" This isn't going to be that bad, she seems nice, 
and I can get used to these clothes. I laid down, and 
actually fell asleep.  

Part Three  
	"Michael, wake up sleepy head" I was tired and confused 
as I slowly woke up, "Hi, momm...I mean mamm." 
	"Hello, did you have a good nap?" 
	"yes, but I need to pee badly, do I really have to use 
the diaper?" 
	"I'm sorry, but you do, you'll get used to it after a 
while, in fact you will learn to like it, now come with me, 
I'll give you the tour. I figure you won't be able to pee 
right away, your not used to doing it in a diaper, just wait 
until the presser builds up, you'll pee when you need to bad 
enough." I got up and took her hand as she led me out of my 
room and down the hall. We turned a corner and were in 
another hall with more bedrooms. But these ones were 
different. They had locks on the door, and leather straps on 
the beds, It was obvious whoever slept in these beds were 
tied to them at night "What are these rooms?" 
	"I'm sorry, I should have explained better. You are a 
level 1 visitor, that means you are here just to learn to 
behave, and you haven't done anything all that bad. These 
are the level 2 rooms, for boys that have run away from 
their parents and were sent here to be punished. In a minute 
you will see the level 3 hall, for boys who have been in 
trouble with the law, and are here to avoid a worse stay in 
a juvenile hall. To make it easier level one is called a 
VISITOR because you usually are not here more than a couple 
months, level 2 is a CLIENT and level 3 is a INMATE" 
	When we turned another corner, I saw the level three 
rooms, and most of them had kids in them, wearing only 
diapers, no sleepers, and there were bars on the doors. 
"These children don't get to leave there rooms until they 
are half way through the training process. You on the other 
hand will have a good amount of freedom, and you will even 
get to go home on the weekends." 
	"That's cool, but what is the training program?" 
	"Were going there now. The classrooms are on the ground 
floor. The training program is a series of child development 
classes that will teach you to behave like a young man. If 
you pay attention, you will be fine here. Oh, I almost 
forgot this room over here is the punishment center. This is 
where you will be sent if you misbehave at all. Because you 
are my special visitor, I will always be the one to decide 
how you should be punished, but I hope I will not need to 
have you punished much. Would you like to go in?  

More later, Comments welcome