Valerie's Education - Chapter 4 (Patreon)

It was a relief, honestly, that she was in a different homeroom than the one she'd spent her actual sophomore year in. Her teacher, Mr. Perris, knew her, since she'd had a class with him before, and she was afraid her new classmates had seen her as a senior before, but at least this was a room she wasn't as familiar with, so it didn't feel entirely like being sucked back in time, just walking in and slipping into the nearest open desk.

Looking around, seeing nothing but sophomores, who seemed so young to her now, barely better than freshmen, did contribute to that sensation, as did hearing her name read out for attendance. Thankfully, Mr. Perris didn't make her get up and introduce herself, nor did he explain why she was here; he simply said, "As you may have noticed, we have a new classmate who's transferred in for the rest of the year. Make sure to introduce yourselves to her, and make her feel welcome... Later. For now, though, I need to speak with her."

None of them seemed bothered - they all had better things to spend their homeroom period doing, anyway, like finishing up their homework, or talking to one another. Even the ones talking kept their tones quiet, so she assumed the students had some respect for their teacher's authority. Picking her backpack up again, she stood, lugging her things up to his desk at the front of the room.

"Good morning," he told her. 

Her cheeks flushed the tiniest bit, as she fidgeted in place, feeling much more aware of the dampness in her panties. Mr. Perris was on the younger side, and while she didn't have a crush on him, like Stacy had admitted to her she did, Valerie could certainly see what her friend saw in him. "Morning," she replied, after an awkward moment of silence.

"We can discuss what brought you here later," he said. "For now, though, there are some more pressing matters."

Valerie gulped, hearing a slight - perhaps unintentional - tinge of threat to his words. In her mind, the image of him pulling her over his lap, delivering a hard spanking in front of the rest of the class for cheating, flashed through her mind, making her blush more pronounced, especially when, in that image, he peeled away her pants, discovering her accident... She had to glance down at her crotch to ensure, yet again, it wasn't visible, afraid that was what he meant by 'more pressing matters'.

"These are the books you'll need for your classes," he pushed a pile of textbooks across his desk. "It looks like you've brought back your old ones?" She nodded. "I can take care of those for you."

"Thanks," she said, as sincerely as she could manage as she unzipped her bag, extracting her textbooks, replacing them with, mostly, simpler versions, books she'd already studied thoroughly. She wasn't sure how well she really remembered any of them, although if she was capable of moving on, doing higher level courses in these subjects, she'd be just fine going backwards... If not a little bored.

"This is your new locker numbers and combinations," he gave her a piece of paper. Unsurprisingly, the numbers were in the hall with the other sophomore lockers, and the section of the locker room for gym that her new classmates would also be occupying.

"Can I get the new combinations for my old ones?" she asked. "Just so I can move my stuff..."

"Your things should already have been moved," he told her. "If not, it ought to be done by the end of the day."

"But I can do it myself," she pointed out. "And they are my..."

"Do you really want to make the custodians change the locks again?" Mr. Perris cut her off. "You've already forced everybody to do quite a bit of extra work for you..."

Valerie wanted to tell him she was trying to help, but his mind seemed made up. This was, obviously, meant to really rub in that she was no longer a senior, and having her able to get into lockers in the senior sections, even for a few minutes to gather her belongings, didn't fit into that punishment. It wasn't like anyone else needed those lockers... As far as she knew, nobody had been promoted to senior, just because of her demotion. This was purely for her benefit.

"This," the teacher continued, after giving his last words a moment or two to marinate in Valerie's head, "is your new class schedule. I trust you know where all of those are located?"

She skimmed the second piece of paper he handed her, not too concerned, since she'd been here long enough to be pretty familiar with the whole building. The only problem she noticed was that her first class was gym - a truly awful way to start the day, as far as she was concerned - though she wasn't going to complain about it to him. "Yeah, I can find these," she nodded.

"Good. Now, since you don't have any homework, I think a good way for you to spend the rest of homeroom is by demonstrating that you know what the rules are. Since you wound up here by breaking rules, I want to make sure you know what mine are, because I don't tolerate that kind of thing here." He pointed to his chalkboard. "Write them out as many times as you can before next period. I don't want to see your phone, or anything else... Just a pencil and paper."

Part of Val wanted to defend herself, but, of course, she really had earned this... Everyone knew plagiarism was against the rules; it might be so simple, it wasn't on his list. She didn't know, however, because, after trudging back to her desk and pulling out a piece of paper from her backpack, she realized she couldn't read the board.

She frowned, rubbing her eyes, thinking back to that morning. She'd remembered to put her contacts in, hadn't she? She was pretty certain she had, and her memories of watching the neighborhhoods whiz by didn't involve them being fuzzier than they should have been. And yet, staring up at the board from her chair, she couldn't make out what was written on it, no matter how hard she squinted. 

She had some very vague memories of struggling with this, back before she knew the problem was needing glasses - or contacts - where, if she wasn't quick enough to get into the classroom and sit in the front row, she'd be screwed, because she couldn't make out the board. She hadn't had to deal with that for a long time... But here it was, back to haunt her again.

She didn't understand how it could possibly be this bad, though... Only yesterday, her prescription perfect, and now, even with her contacts, her eyes seemed as bad as they'd ever been. She even reached up - shuddering a bit, thinking of touching her eye directly if she was wrong - pulling back her eyelid and experimentally acting as if she were going to take her contact out. 

Luckily - in terms of not pushing on her bare eyeball - she discovered it was, indeed, there. Unluckily, that meant that, somehow, her eyesight had gotten far worse overnight, for no apparent reason. There wasn't even, really, anything she could do about it. Nanny and Summer were probably already off at the doctor's appointment, and if they weren't, it wouldn't matter, since she already had her contacts. They could bring some backups, but if these weren't working, she doubted any others would, either.

Glancing over at Mr. Perris' desk, she could tell, despite him being a tad fuzzy, he was watching her impatiently, clearly waiting for her to do as she'd been told. She scooted forward as far as she could in her chair, trying her best to decipher the words, to keep him happy, but there was no way it was going to work. She sighed, standing up again to step closer, only to be reprimanded with, "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

She went pale, feeling - for sure this time, after that outburst - every eye in the room on her. "I-I was..." she pointed at the board.

"Ignoring rule number four?" he interrupted. "I just saw you reading them. I asked you to write them out for me, not re-enact them."

"B-But I..." she protested.

"Sit down," he ordered. "I told you, I don't tolerate rule-breakers here, even for something as minor as that. I will not be giving you permission to leave your desk until the end of the period for the rest of the week now, so you'd better get comfortable."

Valerie sank into her chair, defeated, stuck in her seat, unable to finish her assignment. She knew it probably looked like she was being a rebel, intentionally not doing what her teacher said, and maybe some of her classmates found that cool... Really, even if it would, essentially, be like writing lines for punishment, she would have rather had that to do than nothing at all.

Thankfully, homeroom was the shortest period of the day, so she didn't have quite as long to sit there, swinging her feet, staring at the blank paper mocking her from her desk. Once the bell had rang, however, Mr. Perris was looming over her, giving her a very disappointed look. "All right," he said. "If you want to play it this way, we can do that. You can repeat the assignment for the rest of the week, as soon as you get here... And I expect at least one full page each day, to make up for... this." He picked up the blank sheet disdainfully. "You may think you're too good for this, but you'll learn. I remember you being a good student, so, hopefully, it won't take you long... Or did you cheat your way through my class, too?"

Val turned red; was that what the teachers thought of her now?! "Th-That was only one..." she attempted to explain, simply to be brushed off. 

"Get to your next class," he instructed. "We can discuss this later, after you've proven you're willing to listen." He held up the paper again, showing what she had to do to demonstrate that, then returned to his desk, leaving her to hurry to the locker room.

She always tried her hardest to be the first - or one of the first - to the locker room, so she could either get changed before too many other girls got there, or take her things to one of the bathroom stalls with as few people as possible seeing. Even being the president of the class didn't make her immune to feeling self-conscious, undressing around so many other people that were almost all taller and more developed than her.

She felt like she should have a slight advantage over her new classmates, since she was two years older than most of them, but, as soon as she walked into the locker room, she felt even more anxious. While there was no Anita to make her feel like a child in comparison, she was still one of the shortest, and flattest... And, she was pretty confident, the only one with wet panties.

Of course, her locker was right in the middle of everyone, forcing her to walk past plenty of stripping teens before sitting on the bench, taking out the paper with her new combination, and opening the lock. At first, she thought everything was fine - if a bit more dishevelled than she would have liked - since she saw a gym uniform, but when she picked it up, she saw another outfit underneath, a pair of teeny denim shorts with hearts embroidered on the pockets, a pink t-shirt covered in Disney Princesses, and... A Pull-Up.

She dropped her uniform instantly, as if she'd been bit by a snake, her heart thudding thunderously in her chest. That definitely hadn't come from her locker... What was it doing in there now?! The whole outfit looked like something a five year old would wear, at least one that was a little behind in their potty training.

"Hey!"

Valerie jumped again, finding a girl, stripped down to her bra and panties, staring at her, Nervously, she pushed her backpack in front of the pile of clothes at the bottom of the locker, hoping she hadn't noticed what was in it. "Y-Yeah?" she gulped.

"Don't I know you?" the girl frowned. "You look really familiar..."

Val almost felt offended, having thought, through her campaign to be elected president, that everyone in the school should have been familiar with her face... Although, to be honest, at the moment she didn't really want that to be the case. Besides, the election had been at the beginning of the year, and she hadn't done a ton with the sophomores, since they had their own president. 

"She's probably a freshman that got moved up," another girl answered, before Valerie could come up with a cover story, or gather the courage to tell some version of the truth. "Just look at her."

Even if it that would have been more flattering than the truth, Val couldn't help feeling offended - she was older than both of these girls, and they thought she could be younger?! The first one even nodded, before saying, "This late in the year? That seems weird..."

Thankfully, they seemed more interested in discussing that among themselves than getting the real story, so, in an effort to get changed on time, and avoid having another teacher angry at her, Valerie returned to the matter of getting ready for gym. Even with her blurry vision, it looked like the doors of both bathroom stalls at the back of the room were closed, so she was just going to have to do this here. If it hadn't been for the accident on the bus, she would have planned on that anyway, knowing that ducking into the stalls now, with so many people around, would lead to plenty of teasing, but this time, it would have been better than exposing her damp panties.

She'd have to work quickly, and carefully. First, she yanked the uniform away, smoothly replacing it with her backpack, setting it down on top of the other outfit before extracting the shoes from the very bottom. She probably should have seen it coming, with the rest of the clothes in there, but, despite looking like they were in her size, they were Velcro.

She shoved them back into the locker, planning on putting her regular shoes on instead, after kicking them off so she could slide her pants down. She paused a moment to psyche herself up, wanting to get those off, and her gym shorts on, in one fluid motion, to expose herself for as short a time as possible. While it was usually the thing she was most concerned about, right now, taking off her shirt didn't feel nearly as intimidating, especially if the girls around her thought she was only a freshman anyway.

She stayed sitting, thinking that would help hide the wet patch, too, other than the split second it took, after unbuttoning and unzipping, to whip the pants down from around her bottom. They got caught up around her ankles, leaving her frantically kicking and pushing at them with her feet, but, at last, they were off, in a pile on the floor, and she could slide her feet into the waiting shorts, yanking them up...

She knew, right away, something was wrong, so, fortunately, she didn't let go once she had them in place. Somehow, despite those mysterious other clothes in her locker being so clearly meant for a younger girl, this uniform was far too big for her, swallowing her up. It hid her wet panties, yes, but there was no way they were going to stay up... She was pretty sure, if she let go now, they'd fall right off, and if, by some miracle, they didn't then, they certainly would if she started moving around at all.

How was this even possible?! How had whoever moved her things messed up this badly, that they'd replaced what she had in her actual locker with things from two different people?! She wanted to confront someone about this, but, at the moment, it wasn't exactly an option, since she still had to get ready for gym.

She had to repeat the pants-changing process - in reverse this time - and pull her shoes back on, feeling very out of place as she shuffled into the gym with all the other girls in their uniforms. Of course, she was spotted right away, the gym teacher sending an assistant over to her. "Hi, there," she smiled gently. "Were you running a little late today?"

"Umm... Yeah," Val lied.

"That's okay," the assistant told her. "This is your first day with this class... But we do need you to go get changed, okay?"

Valerie bit back a curse. "Well... Actually, there was a bit of a mix-up, and my uniform wasn't in my new locker, so..."

"Oh?" the woman frowned. "I was told your things got transferred over..."

"Someone's did," Valerie agreed. "But they aren't mine."

"Come on," the woman said, looking over at the coach meaningfully for a moment before turning back to her. "We'll go get it straightened out."

"Huh?" Valerie shook her head. "No, I..." But, when she didn't immediately follow the assistant, the woman took her hand, pulling her back to the locker room.

"All right, show me your locker," she ordered.

Valerie wished she hadn't already said her uniform wasn't there, or maybe she could have claimed she didn't know which locker was hers, or that she hadn't gotten the combination... Now, unless she wanted to contradict herself, she had to go to her locker and unlock it, sheepishly holding up the oversized outfit.

"Yeah," the woman agreed, "These are not yours... But what are those?" Val winced, sputtering uselessly as the assistant knelt down, pushing aside her backpack and picking up the shorts. "These look like they'd fit you."

Finally, Valerie's wordless protests took form as, "But those aren't mine!"

"Well, they were from someone's locker," the woman shrugged. "I'm sure they won't mind you borrowing them for now... You just need something else to wear, so you don't have to walk around all sweaty for the rest of the day."

The shorts, by themselves, weren't that bad, and if she wore the shirt from the too-big gym uniform, they'd probably be mostly covered anyway. She took them, starting to head for the now empty bathroom stalls, only to be stopped after a couple steps. "Where are you going?" 

"I-I was just..." Valerie pointed at the stalls.

"No," the assistant shook her head. "We've wasted enough time already. Just change here. Oh, and look, I think there's another shirt here, too..."

As the woman knelt back down to examine the contents of the locker again, Val frantically tried to repeat the process of changing her pants, except standing this time. Unfortunately, this time, there was only one other person in the room, focused entirely on her once she discovered the full extent of the other clothes. "What are...?" the woman started to ask, turning just in time to see Valerie standing there, in her wet panties, pants bunched around her ankles.

"Are you sure these clothes aren't yours?" the assistant asked suspiciously, Pull-Up dangling from between her fingers.

"O-Of course they aren't!" Val squeaked, trying to cover her crotch with her hands, blushing. "I-I don't wear..."

"You know," the woman sighed, "I was never told exactly why you got moved back so far, but I think I'm starting to get the idea. Go on, get changed... I'm sure the nurse can clear all this up."

"No," Valerie shook her head. "We don't need her, I told you, I don't..."

"You've clearly peed in your pants, so even if these aren't yours, they might as well be. So get changed," the woman repeated, more forcefully. "Hopefully we'll get this done in time for you to make it back to class."

"I'll wear the shorts and shirt," Valerie agreed. "But..."

"All of it," the assistant snapped. "Or do I need to do it for you?"