The Application - Part 1 (Patreon)

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Lizzie stared at the entrance to the school, fidgeting anxiously as she tugged at her itchy, yet professional, skirt. What was she doing here? Sure, it seemed like a good job, with very nice pay, but was it really the right place for her? This was the sort of thing that almost always went to Amazons, not an in-betweener like her. Not to mention...

"There you are!" a large, pleasant sounding woman, surely the Mrs. Fairfield from the building's name, said, pulling open the door from the other side. "I'm sorry, did I not tell you to come right inside? Silly me... I to tend to forget sometimes... Come on, let's talk, dearie!"

Lizzie nodded, not wanting to tell her potential new boss that she had told her that, but also not wanting to say she had and she just hadn't been quite ready to face everything yet. "This is a very nice facility," she said, trying to sound smart and mature.

"Oh, thank you," Mrs. Fairfield smiled at her. "I do wish I'd had it designed a little differently... My office is all the way at the other end, I'm afraid. It would be nicer for visitors if it was closer to the entrance, don't you think?"

"I-I suppose you're right," Lizzie agreed, glancing around her at the open doorways in the hall. It seemed she was right, as all the teachers she could see were Amazons, bustling around, looking after littles, who were playing or reading picture books or being fed, all without a care in the world...

In a way, Lizzie had always felt a bit jealous of them. She was an in-betweener, though just barely... There had been some doubt for a lot of her years at school, until she hit her final growth spurt. At the time, she'd been excited, since that meant an end to at least the worst of the bullying, but it also meant a lot more responsibility... As a kid, she'd been so eager to get taller, to know she wouldn't have to spend her life as a baby, but now... There was something kind of nice about not having to worry about everything...

"Are you all right?" Lizzie looked up, realizing she'd stopped halfway down the hall, staring into a room of littles finger-painting at their desks. A couple were diapered, but this was apparently a more advanced class, as they seemed to be wearing less bulky underthings... Though, by the way they were squirming, she doubted they would stay in them for long. She nodded, but Mrs. Fairfield gave her a strange little smile before continuing on her way.

"Well," the Amazon said as they finally reached her office and sat at her giant desk, opening a folder to pull out a piece of paper, "your resume looks quite promising... But I don't think that's why you're really here, is it?"

"Huh?" Lizzie blinked. "O-Of course it is..."

Mrs. Fairfield set the resume down in front of Lizzie, then opened a drawer and pulled out another piece of paper, sliding it beside the first. "This is an application to become a student here. All I really need on it is a signature... I can fill in the rest of the information from your resume."

Lizzie forced a chuckle. "Wh-why would I want that? I'm here to teach, not..."

"Now, now, there's no shame in it..." Mrs. Fairfield cooed at her. "A lot of girls your size are curious what it's like... I promise, nobody here would judge." Lizzie shook her head, not quite trusting herself to speak. "We can continue the interview, if you'd like, but I saw the jealousy on your face, and I know, from some prior hires, that it's harder for a teacher to maintain control of a classroom when they'd rather be one of the students."

"B-But I wouldn't..." Lizzie insisted, as convincingly as she could muster.

"If you say so," Mrs. Fairfield shrugged. "But if you sign now, I bet we could get you in uniform before finger-painting time is over..."