The Bedwetters' Dorm (Patreon)

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"And where do you think you're going, Miss June?" 

June froze, cursing silently. She should have known better... She'd been warned, of course, told in hushed tones not to cross the dorm mother, and yet, here she was, trying to sneak to her room past curfew, getting stopped on the stairs with crossed arms and a pointed glare that chilled her to her core.

"I-I'm sorry, ma'am," she stammered, mind racing. "I-I got confused... I was hanging out with some of the other girls, and I forgot that the curfew here is earlier, and..."

That was a lie, every bit of it, and she could tell, straight away, that Ms. Lydia wasn't going to be fooled. June would have loved to hang out with anyone after being sentenced to this school, sent here in her senior year by her new stepmother, who had gone here when she was younger - not that long ago, really, since she wasn't much older than June - and claimed it would 'toughen her up.' She still hadn't made any friends, however, so when she went to their little gatherings, she was just hoping somebody would notice her, be nice to her...

But, obviously, the curfew made that difficult. The whole school had a curfew; this dorm had a different one. At least when it came to girls her age... It was the same as what the younger girls had to abide by, and perhaps that was because it was assumed most of the girls in the dorm wouldn't be older than that. Which was the case... June had very few compatriots here that were also seniors, or anywhere close to it.

She wondered, sometimes, if that was part of the point, if the inflexibility of the curfew was meant to be a punishment for the older girls still stuck here, or a deterrent, as if that would be enough, by itself, to push them to end their problem, like they had any control over it in the first place. The official reason was Ms. Lydia, who had to go around to each room to give a bed check, and that was easier when she could do it all at the same time, yet June suspected there was more to it than mere convenience. 

"So, you think forgetting the rules means you can be excused from following them?" Ms. Lydia raised an eyebrow. "The curfew hasn't changed since you started here, young lady, and you've never had a different one."

"I'm sorry!" June repeated, for all the good it would do her. "I-It won't happen again?"

"I should say not," the dorm mother nodded, grabbing June by the ear, dragging her into her quarters. June's heart raced, her mind recalling all the horror stories she'd heard about what happened in here. She'd told herself they were no more true than the ghost stories that circulated with the same hushed tones, but that didn't stop her from feeling nervous, especially when she was taken to the woman's bedroom, Lydia sitting down on the edge of her bed and giving her lap a pat.

"I-I'm gonna pay so much more attention to the time," June stared down at her feet. "A-And..."

"You're a smart girl, June," Ms. Lydia interrupted. "Don't insult my intelligence by pretending you don't know what's happening."

June took a deep breath, blushing as she felt a tear already trickling down her cheek at the injustice of her situation. "I-It's my first time," she confessed, though she had no doubt Ms. Lydia was well aware of that. Perhaps by saying it out loud, it would prompt the woman to go easy on her? She could hope... 

"June, if you delay one more moment, I'm going to make you fetch my hairbrush, and, I can assure you, that is not what you want for your first spanking," Ms. Lydia told her primly. "Now, get over my lap for your spanking so I can get you diapered up and sent to bed, young lady."

June hadn't always been a bedwetter, although the pauses between the times when that was the case weren't as wide as she'd have liked to think. She'd had issues with it when she was younger, but that was fairly normal, and then it had started up again when she'd started middle school, faded quickly, and reappeared around the time things had begun to get serious between her father and her now step-mother.

Unfortunately, this time, they hadn't stopped, not yet. She knew a lot of it was due to stress, so having her step-mother move in, disrupting her normal life, hadn't helped things, and being sent away to boarding school hadn't, either. She hoped it would end before she graduated from here, however, that might not matter, since the school probably wouldn't let her switch out of the dorm without at least a month's worth of proof that she deserved to be elsewhere.

She'd been optimistic at first, telling herself nobody would know, as long as she never invited them back to her room. That had been before she knew about the curfew... She tried plenty of excuses to pass it off, claiming she had to get back to her room early for all kinds of other reasons, but she was certain everyone knew the truth, and laughed about it behind her back. That, combined with the fact that she was the new girl, had made making friends a nightmare.

And now, her newest attempt, her daring plan to ignore the curfew altogether and accept the consequences, still hadn't done anything. She'd been too anxious the whole night to enjoy herself, praying that she could slip up to her bedroom, claim that she'd been in the bathroom or something when Ms. Lydia had come into her room for bed-check.

"Ow!" she yelped, wincing, feeling the imprint of the woman's hand on her bare bottom, wiggling across her legs. "I-I'm sorry!"

"Yes," Ms. Lydia agreed. "You're sorry that you were caught. It's going to take much more than this to make you truly sorry for your actions, young lady."

And much more she got, her backside growing warm and pink and sore under the woman's expert spanking, Lydia always seeming to know where to strike next, how long to wait, to maximize June's pain and discomfort, turning her from a senior to a sniveling, well-disciplined toddler in a matter of moments, before finalizing the change by leading her to her own dorm room and taping her snugly into one of her diapers, held in place by a onesie.

Even if the curfew hadn't been designed to punish the older girls, their nighttime wardrobe was. Thanks to her previous experience, June knew that there were thinner, more discrete, diapers available, but the ones the school provided were extra thick, extra bulky, covered in childish designs, and, in this case, bright pink... And, to top that off, the pajamas they were allowed to wear over them at least for now, during the warmer months, were onesies, ones that looked like sized up versions of what babies wore, most of them pink as well, with immature patterns and lace, and... She shuddered, imagining anyone other than Ms. Lydia seeing her this way, as she sniffled and let herself be tucked in.

Unfortunately, she didn't have to use her imagination for long, because the next morning, Ms. Lydia was waiting for her when she woke up. June flinched, squirming in her bed, blushing at the feeling of the clammy padding between her legs. "G-Good morning," she gulped. 

"Good morning, June," Ms. Lydia replied. "I've decided that, at your age, spanking isn't enough of a punishment."

"I-It isn't?!" June rubbed her still-throbbing bottom, staring up at the woman in disbelief, not knowing what else she could possibly want to do to her.

"No," Ms. Lydia told her. "I think that, to drive how how childish and irresponsible your behavior is, you're going to be grounded for the remainder of the weekend. I'll bring your meals here, to your room, so you'll have no reason to leave until classes start on Monday."

That wasn't as bad as it could have been... It was Sunday already, so she only had to endure one day of this. "B-But what about the bathroom?" she asked.

"You'll also be remaining in your pajamas," Ms. Lydia informed her, her tone making it clear that she meant the whole ensemble... Including the diaper.

"B-But, ma'am, I-I have a group project I was supposed to be working on today!" June realized. "It's due tomorrow, so I can't..."

"Whoever's working on it with you can come here," Ms. Lydia said.

"B-But..." June turned as pink as her onesie, and the diaper hidden underneath.

"You could have worked on it yesterday, or any other time. Nobody made you wait until the last day."

And that was that. There was no arguing with her, no changing her mind... If June didn't want to get an F on the assignment, she'd have to let her partner come to her room and see her like this... And, of course, her partner, Roslyn, was one of the most popular girls at school. After today, any hope she had of using that to her advantage, of having Roslyn help her get more popular herself, was going to be dashed.

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Roslyn had been there much longer than June, so when she got June's message, telling her that they were going to have to meet in her room and not the library, she'd known right away what dorm that was, and what it meant for the girls who stayed there.

It explained a lot of things, really... Roslyn had seen June in some of her classes, but, unless she was being called on to answer a question, she stayed quiet, melting into the background. Roslyn had assumed she was just shy, though now, she realized there was more to it than that... Or, rather, that there was a reason for that shyness.

It was still surprising, of course, when she went to the girl's room and found her still in bed, covers yanked up to her neck. "Are you feeling all right?" Roslyn asked. "If you're sick, I'm sure Mrs. Ha..."

"N-No, it's fine," June shook her head. "We should get this done."

It didn't take long at all for Roslyn to recognize what was happening, as she caught flashes of the girl's onesie when she dared to reach out from under the blankets to flip through her books, and heard that distinctive crinkle with her every tiny movement. Roslyn wasn't certain what to do at first, how to handle it, but finally, she said, "It's all right, you know. I'm not going to make fun of you, or tell anyone about this... We'll get this done a lot quicker if you stop trying to hide."

June blushed and stopped talking for a minute or two; eventually, however, she appeared to agree, letting her covers slide down and reveal the infantile outfit she was wearing. Roslyn didn't giggle, and did her best not to even smile, moving on as if nothing had happened, treating this all as completely normal. June warmed up more after that, too, speaking up more, chatting about things other than the assignment...

It wasn't a bad afternoon, all things considered, and Roslyn felt good about herself for hopefully making the new girl feel a little more comfortable here. She gave her a smile the next day in class - even though she couldn't help still seeing the girl wearing that onesie in her mind when she looked at her - and got one back, and, after they got an A on their assignment, she was compelled to invite June to eat lunch with her one day.

And that was when everything fell apart.

"Roslyn, could we have a little talk?"

Roslyn wrinkled her nose, but she managed to force a polite smile by the time she turned to face the head girl, Anya. Anya had always seen the two of them as competition, though Roslyn had never shared that view. Anya had been gunning for the head girl position since she'd started here, and she'd thought Roslyn was her main competition, mostly because her popularity would make it easier for her to get the other students on her side to vote for her. Roslyn, on the other hand, hadn't even bothered to apply, hadn't wanted the responsibility... And yet, that didn't stop Anya from lording her 'victory' over her any chance she could.

"Is this important?" Roslyn allowed herself a tiny sigh, while holding back the eye roll she desperately wanted to follow it up with.

"Definitely," Anya said, standing back, holding the door to her room open. Reluctantly, Roslyn stepped inside, almost immediately spotting what was sitting on the girl's sofa. She fidgeted in place, feeling uncomfortable at the sight of the puffy, white diaper, and, especially, the wooden hairbrush resting on top of it.

"I just got word from the headmistress," Anya told her. "And there seems to have been a little mix-up with your records."

"Oh," Roslyn chuckled. Was that all? She couldn't help wondering what was going on with the diaper and brush, but clearly that had nothing to do with her, so it wasn't any of her business. "I'll go get it cleared up, and..."

"No," Anya countered. "That's what we're doing here... Honestly, Roslyn, it's very irresponsible for you to not have taken care of this on your own... If you knew you didn't belong in this dorm, you should have spoken to somebody about that on your own, rather than waiting for it to be noticed. I certainly hope you haven't made things too difficult on the poor housekeeping staff... But, as head girl, I feel like it's my duty to assume you have, and punish you accordingly."

Roslyn could feel her palms start to sweat, her eyes darting back to those two awful items sitting on the couch. "Anya, what the hell are you talking about?!" she asked, still refusing to believe those things could have anything to do with her.

"You're being transferred to the bedwetter's dorm, where you belong," Anya smirked. "And I've gotten permission to send you there with a nice, sore bottom, and a big, fluffy diaper under your skirt... And you'd better believe I'm going to enjoy every minute of it, you little brat."

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It hadn't been easy, per se, but it hadn't been as hard as June had worried it might be. None of the computers she had easy access to could do it, but she'd seen the teachers make notes on students' files, so she knew if she could get to one of those, she would be home free... And she knew that Mrs. Meadows had a break between two of her classes where she liked to sneak to the nearest exit for a quick smoke when she thought nobody was watching.

Mrs. Meadows was a nice enough woman, but she also seemed a bit absent-minded. The first time June slipped into her classroom while she was away, her computer was locked, and it had been the second time, too... She almost gave up, tried to think of another teacher who might work for this... And then, the third time, Mrs. Meadows forgot.

June could have gone to her own file, changed her dorm assignment, but she was a bedwetter, and she didn't know how she'd be able to hide that on her own. No, the better thing to do, she'd decided, was to change somebody else's file... 

Roslyn had been so nice to her, so understanding, not at all what June would have expected from someone so popular. If she were in the bedwetter's dorm with her, that would give them so many more chances to hang out, and so much more to commiserate over... June was positive they'd become fast friends, and when everyone else saw her spending time with Roslyn, they'd give her a chance, too...

She didn't know how long it would take for anyone to notice the change, so she was quite surprised when, that very afternoon, she was heading to her room to drop off her books and caught a glimpse of Roslyn, eyes red, sniffling, being led to Ms. Lydia's room by the head girl, who had always intimidated June, her pace altered by a very obvious waddle.

"Th-This is a mistake, Anya!" Roslyn whimpered, rubbing her backside, the crinkling sound that emerged from under her skirt confirming that she was already in a diaper. "I-I don't belong here!"

"Oh, I think this is the perfect place for you," Anya grinned. "And I'm going to make sure everybody knows you're a bedwetter."

"I'm not!" Roslyn stomped her foot. "I keep telling you, I haven't wet my bed since I was, like, six!"

"That's funny," Anya said, lifting up Roslyn's skirt, June biting back a gasp, seeing the girl's diaper for the first time... And the wet spot on it. "You're awfully soggy for someo..."

"You spanked me!" Roslyn pouted. "With a hairbrush!"

"And if you keep whining like this, young lady, I'll do the same," Ms. Lydia interrupted, both of the girls straightening up instantly, Anya letting go of Roslyn's skirt, although it hadn't even fluttered back into place before Ms. Lydia snatched the hem herself, raising it back up. "Wet already, Roslyn?"

"Sh-She..." Roslyn turned towards Anya, pointing.

"I do not accept excuses, young lady," Ms. Lydia cut her off. "You are the one standing here in a wet diaper. I don't have anybody else here with that problem, not even my youngest girl, yet here you are, a senior, peeing her pants in the middle of the day. I'm afraid I'm going to have to keep you in these full-time until I'm convinced..."

"Full-time?!" Roslyn squealed in horror, before being dragged away into Ms. Lydia's quarters, emerging a few minutes later in a onesie, her fresh diaper peeking out from the legbands. 

Only then did she spot June, frozen in place, watching the whole thing. "O-Oh," Roslyn blushed, tugging uselessly at her onesie. "H-Hi... I guess we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other... I-I can't talk right now, though... I'm being sent to bed early..."

'Early' was an understatement... It wasn't even supper time yet! And June knew from experience that an early bedtime meant that the girl wouldn't be allowed out of her room again until the morning, for any reason... So there was little chance her diaper was going to be able to stay dry for that long, to help her prove she didn't belong here.

June felt guilty, of course, not least of all because she knew that her plan wasn't going to work. Perhaps it never would have... Unless Roslyn stopped inviting people over to her dorm room, they were bound to notice that it had changed, or that she was heading to bed much earlier, at the same time as June and the other residents of the bedwetter's dorm... She probably should have thought of that, but she'd assumed things would work out, somehow, that Roslyn's popularity would carry her through, and that she'd be back out of the dorm soon enough, since she didn't really belong there, after June had gotten an opportunity to buddy up to her.

Now... Now, Anya was going to make sure everybody knew, and Roslyn was going to be woken up the next morning in a soggy diaper 'proving' she ought to be in the dorm... And she was going to be wearing diapers all day long, making it that much easier to prove the rumors Anya was going to spread about her. It didn't matter how popular Roslyn was now, her social standing wouldn't be able to withstand that humiliation...

And, as one of the few other seniors in the dorm - and as the person who had orchestrated this, keeping her from being able to abandon her without feeling like a total monster - Roslyn was probably going to turn to June for friendship. She wasn't going to be helping June up to the former heights of her popularity, however; June was dragging her down to hers.

There was only one thing June could think to do to fix this. If she was quick enough and altered the file again the next day, maybe she could somehow alert the faculty to that, and Roslyn could go back to normal before too many people found out... 

Unfortunately, when she got to Mrs. Meadows's class the next day, she spotted what looked like a white bandage on her arm. "I'm sorry if I'm a little testy today," she told the students. "I'm trying to quit smoking."

June squirmed in her seat, stomach churning as she realized her one window had already closed... And that she'd ensured that there was no relief in sight for either her or Roslyn to have any sort of 'normal' senior year here...