Too Immature (Patreon)

Here's this month's Community Caption! Given how long the past few of these have been, I feel like I should mention that I don't guarantee C.C.s will be this long, I've just gotten a bit carried away lately, lol. It is possible they will be, obviously, but they probably won't all be. Also, I generally try to put my own spin on these, while staying true to the original suggestion, but I'm not sure I quite struck the right balance with that this time, so I hope that the person who suggested it, and everyone who voted for it, still enjoy it anyway. Pictures property of ABDreams and AAASpankings.

"Yes, ma'am?" Heidi smiled pleasantly as she stepped into the woman's office. "You wanted to see me?"

She could almost feel like she was back in school herself, making the dreaded trip to the principal's office, except for a few key differences... For one, as the newest teacher here, she'd spent her day teaching, and helping with arts and crafts, and looking after the students, so she was well aware that they were all far, far younger and less mature than her. For another, she had no doubt that she was being called here to be praised, not punished, which definitely had never happened when she was attending school.

"You can call me Mabel," the principal told her. "And, yes, I did... I thought we ought to have a quick talk before you headed home."

"Of course!" Heidi said. "I want to thank you again for hiring me, and..."

"Yes, yes," Mabel interrupted. "Look, Heidi, there's no easy way to say this, so... Well, let me ask. Do you think what you're wearing is appropriate?"

Heidi was taken aback by the question, not knowing how to answer for a moment. "I mean... Yeah," she shrugged. "That's why I wore it, you know?" To be honest, she thought she looked pretty hot, in her short black skirt, her black shirt with its plunging neckline, her white thigh highs, and her high heels. She'd wanted to look nice for her first day, and, as far as she'd known, she'd succeeded at it. Especially compared to her co-workers, who were dressed much more simply, and boring; that was probably why she hadn't gotten the compliments she'd expected, because they were jealous.

"Hmm," Mabel frowned thoughtfully. "Then let me ask something else... Do you think it was all right for you to refuse help change diapers?"

Heidi rolled her eyes, gesturing down at her clothes. "Isn't that what the assistants are for anyway? Do you think I want to get baby powder all over this?" 

"Is that why you wore it?" Mabel pressed. "I remember during our interview, you weren't happy when you heard that was one of your duties..."

Heidi blushed, surprised at the other woman's memory. She must have talked to plenty of candidates before she'd selected Heidi, surely they mostly blended together... She had to admit, she'd been less than enthusiastic about that part of her job description, wrinkling her nose and asking why all the students weren't already potty trained by the time they started to come here, only to be surprised, today, when she'd discovered how many of them really were still in diapers, how big of a part of her job it was. It didn't help that she'd been put in the classroom with the youngest students, so they were the most likely to be in diapers, but that was also part of why she'd assumed Mabel must have forgotten about that part of her interview. 

"No," she shook her head. "I wore it because I wanted to look professional, and..."

"You do know what your job is, don't you?" Mabel asked.

"Excuse me?" Heidi recoiled. "Do you think I'm stupid? Of course I do!"

"Sorry," Mabel held up her hands. "I didn't mean to offend you... There's no need to throw a tantrum..."

"I'm not!" Heidi stomped her foot again, not even having noticed that she'd done it in the first place, that it was such a natural reaction to being upset, the way she'd seen with several of her students at naptime, when they wanted to claim they weren't tired, and didn't want to go to sleep.

Mabel sighed. "I just want you think about it a bit more tomorrow," she said after a moment, "and maybe wear something a hair less... mature, so you can do your work properly."

Heidi went home fuming, and more than a little confused. She was a teacher, she was supposed to be mature! Why wouldn't Mabel want her to show that? Sure, maybe she'd picked the wrong color, but that wasn't THAT big a deal, was it? There were plenty of other teachers to handle diaper changes without her!

While she was angrily rifling through her closet to try to find something that would work for Mabel, she spotted it, and she couldn't help herself. She hadn't worn it for a while, not since she really was in school, but she was certain it would still fit... And it was definitely less mature than what she'd had on today... The principal couldn't get mad at her for that, and if she tried, Heidi would smugly throw those words back in her face.

Honestly, she hoped that was what happened, as she laid the outfit out for the next day, smirking, feeling very satisfied with herself for her cleverness. Her confidence was slightly tested in the morning, when she had to put it on, staring at her reflection in the mirror and seeing the younger, still-teenaged, version of herself staring back, appearing so much less confident in her uniform polo and plaid skirt than she had been the day before...

A pair of heels helped with that, thankfully, and, as silly as she knew she looked, she'd done everything Mabel wanted. Her shirt was white, so she could get all the baby powder in the world on it and it wouldn't matter, and she definitely didn't look like a professional young woman anymore, not that she understood why that was such a bad thing. Probably, Mabel would see this, and she'd immediately apologize, and tell Heidi she could wear whatever she wanted from now on!

That was not quite what happened. She got just as many stares from her co-workers as she had the day before, though definitely more comments. "What is that?" her assistant, Delia, asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, you know," she shrugged casually. "It's what the boss wanted from me."

"Are you... sure about that?"

"Yes!" Heidi stomped her foot, annoyed that everyone here seemed intent on treating her like an idiot, like she didn't know what she was doing. It was bad enough coming from the boss... How dare someone who technically worked for her do the same?! Maybe she had a little more experience, but experience wasn't everything! She was just a classroom assistant, after all, and Heidi was the teacher! Though, to be fair, in pre-school, it didn't make that much of a difference...

"Okay, okay," Delia backed off. "If you say so..."

Heidi rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I do. I know what I'm doing!"

The fact that it was Delia leading the charge when it came to the next round of diaper changes meant that she didn't feel guilty at all suddenly finding other things to do, to not have to help, despite being in a better color shirt to do so. She doubted it was a coincidence, then, when Delia was the one who snapped at her when she wasn't able to make it to a student's side in time to keep them from knocking over someone else's sandcastle, out on the playground.

"If you weren't wearing those stupid heels, maybe you could have prevented this," Delia hissed, as she comforted the unhappy little boy whose work had just been destroyed. 

"Sorry I want to look nice," Heidi sneered.

Once they were back inside, Delia vanished... And then, Heidi was called in to visit the principal again.

"I don't even know where to start," Mabel rubbed her temples.

Heidi smoothed her skirt out smugly. "I was only doing what you asked," she said innocently.

"Take off those heels," Mabel ordered, in a tone Heidi hadn't heard from her yet, taking her by surprise. Immediately, she leapt to action, slipping out of her shoes, holding them out to the woman, suddenly feeling very much like she was back in high school, if not further back, and visiting her own principal. 

"Y-You don't know the whole story," she stammered. "Sh-She was just tattling! And she only did it because..."

"Heidi," Mabel cut her off. "She did not tattle... She was keeping me informed, which is what adults do. I didn't think I'd have to tell you this outright, but apparently I do... You cannot wear high heels to work here. Have you seen any of the other teachers in them?"

Heidi shrugged meekly. "I-I haven't paid that much attention to their feet..."

"Well, they don't," Mabel said. "Because they know those aren't the appropriate footwear for this kind of work."

Heidi's face warmed, hating the feeling of being reprimanded this way, desperate to find some way to turn the attention away from herself, to make this not her fault. "That should be in the rules, then!" she pouted, crossing her arms. "If you don't want people to wear them, you should say that!"

"I shouldn't have to," Mabel sighed. "Most of my employees are mature enough to recognize that for themselves."

"What are you saying?" Heidi sulked. "That I'm more immature than the rest of them?"

Mabel gestured to Heidi, to what she was wearing. "Obviously so!"

Heidi grinned, glad to see that Mabel had apparently forgotten what she'd said the day before, and walked right into her trap. "This is exactly what you wanted from me," she reminded her. "I'm only doing what I was told, and..."

"Seriously?" Mabel got up from her desk, storming over to Heidi so quickly that the girl almost didn't have time to react before her boss was reaching out, grabbing her skirt. "This is what you thought I wanted you to wear?"

The way she said it was enough to shake Heidi's confidence, make her a little less sure of her plan. Her hands moved behind her back, taking her shoes with them, her feet shifting, her head bowing slightly. "Y-You said..."

"I know what I said, young lady," Mabel snapped. 

"Well, then you can't be mad at me!" Heidi whined. 

Mabel shook her head. "You know what? Maybe you're right... I feel like I'm wasting my time, getting upset with you the way that I would with an adult... Clearly, I need to try something else to get through to you."

"Like what?" Heidi asked, though, by the time she got those two words out, she already had her answer, as her boss sat down in the chair beside her, and yanked her over her lap like a naughty little girl.

"She's being absolutely ridiculous," Heidi pouted, squirming in her seat, every attempt to sit still reminding her of what had happened that afternoon, bringing a fresh wash of pink to her cheeks, especially when she glanced up and saw her boyfriend, Perry, sitting across from her.

She hadn't told him everything, of course... There was no way she was going to confess that she'd had her skirt lifted by her boss, been spanked by the woman, much less that, after a few minutes, her panties had been slid off, and the punishment continued on her bare bottom... And she definitely wasn't going to mention the threat that came afterwards, as she stood there, sniffling and holding her throbbing backside.

"Is this what you need, young lady?" Mabel had asked, kneeling down, digging through her purse. "Because the way you're going, it certainly seems like it..."

"Wh-What is that?" Heidi had squeaked, her stomach churning at the sight of the bulky, crinkly object in the other woman's hand.

"Hmm," Mabel had raised an eyebrow. "I'd think a pre-school teacher would know... Then again, you haven't helped with changes at all yet, have you? So maybe you don't... Well, don't worry. If you keep this up, you're going to find out first-hand."

"All of this over your clothes?" Perry asked, cutting himself another bite of steak.

"Yes! Exactly!" Heidi bounced in place, glad to see he agreed. "She's just jealous that I can dress nicely, and still get the job done, and she and everyone else there have to dress like boring soccer moms to do the same things!"

Perry took a bite, chewing as he thought. "It is her business," he pointed out. "If she wants you to dress a certain way..."

"Then she should have a dress code!" Heidi glared at him for even daring to take Mabel's side. "But she doesn't, and then she gets mad when I dress the way I want! I'm 'too mature' for her... I bet she wouldn't say the same thing to a man who came to work dressed professionally! It's jealousy, that's all it is!"

Perry knew better than to interrupt her, so he continued to eat, letting her work through her mini-rant. "I'm sorry you have to deal with this," he told her when she was finished. "Maybe if you just do what she wants..."

"What she wants is for me to dress like a little girl, I guess!" Heidi grumbled. "She's not even letting me wear heels anymore! Can you believe that?! If I were a guy..." She paused, tilting her head. "Hey, Perry..." she smiled. "You said you had tomorrow off, right? How would you like to help me teach her a lesson?"

It took a bit of convincing, although that was easy enough, once they were back at his place. She had to go buy herself a dress, since she didn't have anything that would work, and she definitely felt ridiculous, looking in the kids section for something big enough to fit her. It would all be worth it in the end, however.... If Mabel thought she was dressing too maturely, then Heidi was going to give her the exact opposite, while also proving what a hypocrite the woman was.

"That is... quite the outfit," Perry commented when he picked her up the next morning, so she could ride with him, and tell him how to get to the pre-school.

"Isn't it?" she giggled, looking down at herself in the tiny, blue dress, her lacy ankle socks, and black Mary Janes, a bow in her hair completing the picture. "I'm definitely not wearing heels, so she ought to be happy!"

It was hard to judge that, exactly, when Mabel came out of her office and found the pair like that. Heidi giggled and waved at her, feeling a little self-conscious now that she was here, knowing she looked an awful lot like her students, not quite able to read the look on the woman's face.

"See?" she asked smugly, pointing at her feet. "Is this better?"

Mabel didn't answer her, turning to Perry instead. "Could I speak to you in my office?" 

"What?" Heidi smirked. "Are you going to tell him he's dressed too maturely, too?"

Mabel ignored her, leading Perry into her office, leaving Heidi behind to work. Of course, it was much harder to get students to listen to her when she was dressed like them, in a dress that some of the girls probably had a smaller version of in their own closets, and, after a few failed attempts to take charge, and a few frustrated stomps of her foot, Delia rolled her eyes and took over the class, telling Heidi that it might be best if she took a break.

Heidi was more than happy to do that, though she didn't love that there weren't many places for her to do that. The classrooms were mostly in use, leaving only the changing area empty for the moment. She sat on one of the tables, blushing as she heard the padded surface crinkle slightly beneath her, nose twitching at the faint scent of the diaper pails, only a few feet away. Her legs swung as she waited, part of her hoping none of the assistants showed up to do a diaper change, and potentially ask her to help... Then again, she supposed, like it or not, it was time that she proved she was capable of doing it.

She didn't think too much about it, until she saw Perry emerge from Mabel's office and start heading her way. She blushed, realizing where she was, how it looked... She looked down bashfully, only to see that her dress was so short that, sitting, she'd been flashing her panties, which made the whole picture she was painting even more embarrassing. She tugged at the skirt of her dress as her boyfriend approached, squirming.

"S-So?" she asked when he arrived, trying to sound as normal as possible. "H-How did it go? Did you tell her how unfair she's being?"

"Well," he replied. "We had a talk, and she told me about how things have been going here... And, to be honest... I think she has a lot of good points, Heidi."

"What?!" Heidi gasped. "You're taking her side?!"

"You don't have to throw a tantrum," he sighed. "I'm not taking her side, I'm..."

"I'm not!" Heidi kicked her feet, pounding her hands against the top of the changing table, the padded surface making the resulting sound less than satisfying. "I brought you here to help me!"

"You didn't tell me the whole story," Perry told her, making her fall silent instantly, imagining Mabel telling him all about how she'd spanked her the day before. "And you're reacting exactly how she predicted, which makes me think she's right about how to deal with you, too..."

"D-Deal with me?" Heidi wriggled on her seat. "Wh-What are you...?" Her eyes widened as he reached under the table, pulling out a pink diaper, the same kind she'd seen several of the students wearing. "Perry, no!" she squealed, not thinking about how her protests were definitely drawing more attention to her, as Perry gently pushed her onto her back on the changing table. "Perry, you can't do this!" 

She kicked her Mary Janes, whined, threatened to break up with him, but nothing would stop him as he took away her underwear, slid the thick, crinkly diaper under her, and taped it into place, leaving her stunned and sniffling. Perry had changed a diaper here before she had... And it had been hers!

Of course, in her tiny dress, which had barely been long enough to hide her panties, she had very little chance of keeping her diapers hidden. Standing there near the changing tables made it all the more obvious what she was wearing, so she tried to go back to her classroom, attempting to pretend it hadn't happened, to make things go back to normal, thinking that if she tugged on her dress in just the right way, she could make it work... Until Delia, gave her a diaper check, like she'd do to any of the children who weren't potty trained yet. 

After that, Heidi had been too humiliated to go anywhere near the woman, or her other co-workers, again. If her own assistant would dare to do that to her, what would the others do?! She was too mortified to get too near the students, either, however, hating the thought of how well she'd blend in with them - even if that was, at least partially, her own fault for dressing this way - and, as she realized when she tried to run away, trapped in between with no way out. Perry had driven her here, and, after diapering her, he'd vanished, taking her panties with her. 

The gravity of her situation didn't fully sink in until she had to use the bathroom, and remembered that, of course, the door was locked. Students had to come to a teacher to go in, to prevent them from clumsily closing their hands in the doors, or trying to hide any accidents that might have happened if they noticed they needed the potty too late, and to help them clean up afterwards.

As a teacher, she had a key of her own... One that she had forgotten to bring with her. This dress didn't have any pockets, and, since Perry had driven, and she'd given him a spare key to her apartment, she hadn't seen any reason to bring her purse with her. That meant she'd have to toddle up to one of the other teachers like one of the students and ask them to help her...

That was humiliating enough, in and of itself... There was no way she was going to ask Delia, obviously once she'd accepted she wasn't going to be able to wait until she got home. As stealthily as possible, she toddled out of her classroom, trying to find someone else from another one, somebody she hadn't gotten into an argument with, then meekly staring up at her, tugging at the front of her dress, feeling the gaze of all the students on her as she did, hoping that, even if they looked bigger and older than her own, that at least a few of them were still in diapers, too. "C-Could I borrow your bathroom key for a sec?" she asked. "Pl-Please?" 

There was a long moment of silence, and then, to Heidi's horror, the teacher replied, "No, I don't think so. You've been avoiding diaper changes so much, we're all wondering if you just don't know how to do them. This'll be a good opportunity to show you how they're done... First-hand."

Heidi's face rapidly became the same color as her diaper. "Th-That's not fair!" she stomped her foot. "Y-You can't make me use my d-diaper!" But they could... Without someone else's help, she had no choice, and it didn't seem like she was going to get it, receiving similar answers from another couple co-workers before, frustrated, and desperate, she went to Mabel's office.

She didn't seem to pick up on the irony of how, only a day before, she'd been complaining about tattling, as she did exactly that, sulkily telling her boss everyone who had denied her use of their key.

Mabel listened patiently, then asked, "Don't you have a key of your own?"

"W-Well, yeah," Heidi said. "B-But I forgot it..."

"Then you have nobody to blame other than yourself," Mabel shrugged. "Don't worry; all your co-workers are experts at changing diapers, so I'm sure they'll be able to handle you no problem."

"Nooo!" Heidi whimpered. "I don't want them to change me! I don't wanna wet my diaper!"

"Oh, you are beyond that, young lady," Mabel told her. "In fact... I think I'd like you to turn in your bathroom key tomorrow. Some time in diapers would do you good... Maybe then, you'll start wearing skirts that are an appropriate length, if only so you can keep them hidden. God knows nothing else worked, but hopefully that will do the trick."

"Wait, is that what you wanted?" Heidi frowned. "Why didn't you say so? You don't hafta put me in diapers, I'll wear longer skirts!"

"I shouldn't have to tell you," Mabel sighed. "You're working with children who are much shorter than you... I would have thought you'd be mature enough to understand that these tiny skirts you've been coming in aren't right for the job..."

"I am!" Heidi insisted, stomping her foot. "I'm more than mature enough! I am!" For once, she didn't have to be told not to throw a tantrum, because her own body stopped her, freezing her in place as she felt a trickle of warmth making its way into her pants. She tried to stop it, knowing that, as a pre-school owner, there was no way Mabel wouldn't know what was happening, but, despite her best efforts, there was nothing she could do... She'd waited too long, been turned down too many times, and now, as mature as she claimed to be, she couldn't keep herself from totally soaking her diaper, then being sent off to find a co-worker to change her, like any of the other students here would.

She refused to talk to Perry on the ride home, after he came to pick her up, although there was no way he couldn't have noticed that the diaper peeking out from beneath her dress was now white, not the pink one he'd taped her into. She'd taken her spare key from him and stormed into her apartment, tearing off the diaper - blushing as she saw the damp spot in the center - and shoving it into the garbage can.

She did feel a little guilty, turning off the alarm on her phone that night, after a long bath and a few glasses of wine, and again the next morning when she woke up well after she was supposed to be at work. Luckily, she'd also thought to block the pre-school's number in her phone so they couldn't call to see where she was.

There was no way she could go back there, obviously... Not after she'd been diapered by her boyfriend - former boyfriend, she reminded herself, since she definitely wasn't going to go out with him after that betrayal - there, had her co-workers force her to pee her pants, then gotten changed by one of them, as they chattered the whole time, acting like she had no idea how to change a diaper by herself, as if they were doing her a favor by showing her! And, to add insult to injury, she'd had to participate in naptime, too.

"No, I won't do it!" she pouted, stomping her foot, not thinking at all about all the students she'd seen doing exactly this. "I'm not tired! And I'm not a baby, I don't need to take a nap!"

Of course it had been Delia who had stepped up to handle the situation. "You're going to lie down on your mat right now, Heidi," she said. "Or I'm going to tell the principal about this, and you're going to end up over her lap again." By the way they smirked, Heidi was positive the other co-workers in earshot knew about the spanking she'd gotten the day before, too - not that it would be hard to deduce, from the good look they'd gotten at her bottom during her diaper change.

She was going to have to find another job, eventually, but she wasn't ready for that yet, wanted to spend a few days feeling sorry for herself, lounging on the sofa and watching soap operas. She was safe, as long as she stayed there... Or so she thought.

When she heard the knock on her door, she almost didn't answer, terrified that Mabel had tracked her down, though, when she went to look out the peephole, she saw that it was only her landlady, Claudette. She didn't know the woman that well, but she'd always seemed like a nice, older woman... Surely she'd understand, and take Heidi's side, and be lenient on her if she wasn't quite able to get her next month's rent on time...

"Hi, Claudette," she opened the door. "I was actually going to come talk to you..."

"Were you?" the woman raised an eyebrow. "Is it about how you quite showing up to work with no notice, and no way for anyone there to get ahold of you?" 

Heidi gulped, not liking her landlady's tone, or how much she already knew. "I-It's not that simple..." she stammered. "I-I... Hey! Ow!"

She gasped as Claudette grabbed her by the ear, dragging her through her apartment, back to her bedroom, stopping only at the bathroom to grab Heidi's hairbrush. She planted herself on the edge of the bed, pulling Heidi over her lap, and, before the girl could say anything more, launched into a spanking. Heidi kicked and squealed and struggled, frantically attempting to make the woman stop, to listen to her side of the story.

Finally, Claudette did, though not until she'd taken the girl's panties down, delivering a few swats to her bare, already pink, bottom. She didn't let Heidi up, keeping her draped over her knees, sniffling out her explanation for everything that had happened, fully expecting an apology when she was finished.

"Well," Claudette said, after Heidi was done. "It sounds to me like your boss was right... I'm glad she contacted me first, to make sure you were doing all right. You're nothing but an immature, spoiled little brat, which is why I'm going to finish up your spanking with this hairbrush, put you into a diaper for the night, and take you back to work tomorrow myself."

Claudette was an old-fashioned woman, so all she had for her were cloth diapers, far bulkier - and hotter, especially with their accompanying plastic pants, and the freshly warmed bottom they were wrapped around - than the disposables Heidi had worn at the pre-school. She tossed and turned all night, trying to get used to them, and feeling sorry for herself.

Unfortunately, the diapers were so thick, Heidi had nothing that would fit over them. "Th-This means I can wear my panties, right?" she sniffed.

As an answer, she got a swat to her padded backside, and, a short while later, she was being marched into the pre-school, Claudette holding her tightly by the hand, clad in a shirt and diaper, looking far more like a student here - and one who was not doing particularly well - than a teacher.

"Hello, Heidi," Mabel greeted her, after thanking Claudette and sending her on her way, telling her when she could come back to fetch her tenant. "Nice to see you again."

"You can't do this to me!" Heidi glared at her. "You can't make me teach here in diapers, that's not...!" She was silenced with a large, white pacifier, the bulb filling her mouth as Mabel slid it between her protesting lips.

"You're right," Mabel took her by surprise again, agreeing with her. "I'm not going to make you teach like this. I wouldn't want you to... You're too immature to know how to dress properly for the job at hand, too immature to just do what you're told to try to fix the problem, because you thought you could teach me a lesson instead, too immature to face the consequences of your actions... You're too immature to be an adult, frankly."

"I am an adult!" Heidi mumbled around her pacifier, knowing that her current outfit said the exact opposite.

"You haven't been behaving like you," Mabel said. "Not since your interview, honestly... You've been shirking your duties, throwing fits... You forgot to bring your bathroom key, you brought a strange adult here without so much as asking permission, or seeing what our policy on visitors was..."

Heidi fidgeted; she hadn't even thought about that, but of course the pre-school couldn't just let strangers come in whenever they wanted, especially not simply so one of the teachers could try to prove a point. "A-Am I going to be an assistant?" she wrinkled her nose, thinking back to how she'd pushed off so many diaper changes onto Delia and the other assistants.

Mabel chuckled. "No, you're not ready for that, either. Delia did such a good job filling in for you when you vanished, she's going to be taking over your class as the teacher, and I've already hired another girl to take her place. It's funny... She's younger than you, but she's already proven to be far, far more mature."

"Then..." Heidi squirmed, confused. "Wh-Why am I here?" If there wasn't a space for her, why had Mabel made Claudette bring her back here?!

"Do you really need to ask me that?" Mabel raised an eyebrow. "Standing there, dressed like that, in a wet diaper?"

Heidi blushed, tugging at her plastic pants, shocked that Mabel had been able to tell she'd had a few little accidents. From the outside, it didn't seem to be noticeable at all... But Mabel was an expert, after all.

"Your landlady and I agreed that this would be the best thing for you, so she'll be letting you stay there, rent-free, as long as you're enrolled here... And she agreed that you ought to stay in diapers at home, too."

"E-Enrolled?" Heidi gulped. Not only was she not a teacher anymore, she wasn't even an adult... She was a student now, a baby like everyone else here. "A-And in diapers?"

"You were going to be wearing them anyway," Mabel reminded her. "But now, I think it's going to be a little more... long-term. We really need to start over from the beginning with you."

Mabel didn't have to tell her what that meant... If she was starting over completely, then she was going to the classroom with the youngest students. Her old classroom... Delia's classroom now. 

"Let's get you changed into some disposables," Mabel told the stunned young woman, taking her by the hand to lead her to a changing table. "That way your cloth diapers will have time to be washed and dried, and ready for you to hand them over to your landlady so she can put you in them for beddy-bye time."

Heidi knew it was the immature thing to do, that she was only proving Mabel's point, but it was all she could do now. She sank to the floor, kicking and screaming and throwing a real tantrum, far bigger than anything else she'd done that the grown-ups had labelled that. It did make her feel a little better... Until, now that she was exhausted, Mabel easily changed her into a fresh double diaper anyway, sending her off to class with no energy to fight back, for all the good it would have done her. 

She'd already proven she was as immature as a toddler, and now, she was just as helpless as one to keep herself from being taken to her old classroom and introduced to everyone as the newest student... And, more than likely, the one who would be enrolled here for the longest time, with the least hope of growing out of her immaturity into a proper young lady. She'd had one chance at that, and failed miserably... Who knew how long it would take for her to really learn that lesson this time?