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"I think it's only fair," Cece nodded seriously to the woman interviewing her. "If the rules are in place, then they have to be followed, no matter what. Some of the rules in the handbook seem a bit odd, but I'm sure there are reasons for all of them, and I'll do everything in my power to enforce them."

She was pretty certain that was one of the main reasons she got the job... It had been obvious the rules were a big deal, and that the staff was expected to support them, so she'd been happy to say just how much she agreed with them, no matter how strange some of them seemed. From everything she'd heard about the school, the students were meant to be older, some of them barely any younger than she would be when she started, so she couldn't imagine the things the rules seemed to be in place to prevent being a big deal.

Either way, getting considered for this job right out of school was a big deal, so she didn't want to mess it up.... It even offered on-campus lodging for her so she'd have time to save up for a place of her own, along with a decent car to take her back and forth. It was perfect! If she had to put up with some slightly strange stuff, well... So be it.

She was delighted to hear back a couple weeks later that she'd been accepted, that she could move in as soon as she liked, to have the rest of the summer to get used to the facilities before the new school year started. She was all too happy to do so; the campus had been gorgeous when she'd visited for the interview, and the staff quarters looked very nice as well, especially when she wasn't being charged to stay there.

All of that was still true when she got there with her things. In fact, the room she was led to with all her boxes and suitcases was even larger than the one she'd been shown on her brief tour! She couldn't believe so few of the staff bothered to just live on campus if these were the accommodations - the school was pretty far out of the way, after all.

In fact, everything seemed to be going quite well... Until that night. She was getting ready to go to bed - earlier than usual, since she was feeling rather tired, which she attributed to the stress of moving - when she heard a knock at her door, opening it to find the Headmistress there, something thick and shiny in her hands. "Umm, hi," Cece said, looking at the object apprehensively. "What's up?"

"Well," the Headmistress told her, "You agreed that rules are important, did you not?" Cece nodded. "Ah, good. Then you understand."

She held her hand out to Cece, who backed away from it, as if it were holding a squirming snaked. "I-I'm afraid I don't, not exactly..." she had to admit.

"You read the student handbook, right?" the Headmistress asked sternly. "Anyone staying here has to provide proof that they don't need protection at night... If they don't, they'll have to prove it while they're here."

Cece's cheeks began to warm. "That was for the students, though..."

"It was for anyone staying under this roof," the Headmistress corrected her. "And since you didn't turn in any proof, I assumed you were just going to do it here."

"B-But... I-I'm..." Cece stammered. She'd read the handbook, yes, but she had never even considered some of them might apply to her... She definitely hadn't thought to bring 'proof', although even if she had, she wasn't sure what form that would take.

"This isn't negotiable," the woman told her. "You can do it, or we can consider your employment here terminated." Cece took the thing from the Headmistress's hand, wrinkling her nose at the slick, thick garment. "Can you take care of it on your own, or do you need help?"

"I'll do it," Cece sighed, staring down at it.

"All right," the Headmistress stepped back outside the door and started to close it. "I will have to confirm that you've put it on, of course, but I'll give you some privacy."

Cece could hardly believe this... Here she was, an adult, about to start her first real job, but in order to do it, she had to tape herself into a diaper, and sleep in it, just to prove that she wasn't a bedwetter. It was awful, humiliating... But at least she knew it was a test she could pass. Her skin crawled a little at the sound of the tapes opening, and at the feeling of her rear settling onto the cushy padding, but in a few moments, it was done.

"Good work. I'll be in to check on you in the morning," the Headmistress praised her, coming back in to inspect her handiwork. "Don't worry, it'll only be for a week. I have no doubt you'll pass with flying colors."

And she should have. Cece couldn't even remember the last time she'd wet the bed... Just like she couldn't recall the last time she'd gone to bed so early. When she woke, she did so with a groan, wrinkling her nose at the strange sensation of the diaper between her legs. That had to be what felt so strange, right?

But she didn't remember it feeling quite so soft... So... mushy... And that smell.... She gasped, sitting up, eyes shooting open as the mass squelched in her diaper at the movement. There was no way... She couldn't have... She braced herself, looking down at her diaper and seeing the bulge there, as well as an obvious wet patch.

Her heart began to race as she thought of the rules she'd agreed to enforce... A wet diaper was bad enough, counting as one strike, extending the length of time she'd have to wear diapers - and keep them dry - before proving she didn't need them to two weeks. A messy diaper meant two strikes, which meant she had to wear those diapers all day, as well as at night, and keep from using them the whole time. Both together counted as three strikes, right out of the gate... That meant she was stuck in them full time, with no trips to the bathroom, for the whole semester, which hadn't even started yet!

It shouldn't have been an issue, she tried to tell herself, as if it made any difference now. She'd kept herself dry, and certainly clean, for nearly twenty years of nights up until now! Why had this happened now?! Could it have something to do with why she'd felt so tired, so early? Maybe she was sick...

Surely the Headmistress would take pity on her. She wouldn't want one of her teachers to be diapered, would she? How would she expect the students to respect her?! Then again, from the way she'd sounded the night before, it sure sounded like she intended to hold Cece to the same standards as the kids...

She was just going to have to hide the evidence... Somehow... She looked frantically around the room, trying to come up with something... And then she heard the doorknob begin to turn. With a gasp, she pulled her blankets up around herself, her brain racing to come up with some excuse, something to get her out of this situation, her mind still a complete blank even as she watched the door open to reveal the Headmistress, and the beginning of a very humiliating career.