The Rebel (Patreon)

It all started with her hair. Cordelia had been wanting to dye it for a long time, but the dress code at school forbid it, so she'd been too scared to try. She hadn't known anybody who had, though she had heard horror stories about the faculty making them shave their heads... She was pretty sure those weren't true, yet she hadn't been brave enough to try.

And then she'd turned eighteen, and gotten accepted into college, and everything had changed. She'd always been so afraid of what would happen if she disobeyed the rules; now, all of the sudden, she didn't care. She was an adult, after all... What could they really do to her? If anything, the stories she'd heard about their absurd, far too strict punishments made her more bold. Let them try to tell her to cut off all her hair! She delighted in the idea of refusing and telling them off, right to their faces.

So, she'd dyed her hair pink, and marched right into school proudly, savoring all the stares she got, feeling the jealousy of the other, not as brave, students radiating towards her when they saw her. She was called into the headmistress's office, of course, and she got her chance to do exactly what she'd wanted.

"I can do what I want with my hair," she shrugged. "I'm not a little girl anymore. What are you going to do, expel me? I've never gotten into the slightest bit of trouble other than this, and we both know how stupid this is."

The headmistress hadn't been pleased, but that had only encouraged Cordelia. "Rules are rules, young lady," she huffed. "The school has them for..."

"It has them so you have something to do, instead of just sitting around in your office all day looking at Facebook," Cordelia smirked. "Why don't you try that story on some of the younger girls... Maybe it will still work on them."

There was a part of her that worried, as she got up out of her chair and strutted for the door, that she'd misjudged the headmistress, that she really would kick her out. Cordelia had never gotten into any fights, had never cheated, had never done anything... But was the headmistress going to let her walk around like this, her hair a clear indicator to everyone who saw it of her rebellion?

Apparently so, because the woman said nothing, sitting and fuming behind her desk silently while Cordelia slid out of the room, already wondering how much further she could push this. 

The school didn't like for girls to wear makeup, having only begrudgingly beginning to allow it as long as it wasn't too garish or obvious... So Cordelia started wearing eyeshadow and lipstick in a shade that matched her pink hair, rubbing her first offense in, while committing another. She had some teachers who told her to wash her face, but they all knew what a good girl she had been, until now, and they were hardly going to send her to the headmistress over something as small as that, right?

From there, she moved on to her clothes, wearing whatever she wanted, whether they were crop tops, or jeans that were usually deemed 'too tight', or had holes in them, or skirts that were too short... She did get sent to visit the headmistress over those, and the woman wanted her to go change, but Cordelia stood her ground. "I'm eighteen. I can wear whatever I want."

It seemed so silly and old fashioned to her that she could have her ears pierced and nothing else, as if it was that big of a difference, so she'd gotten a lip ring as well, claiming she couldn't take it out until it had healed, well after it had done that.

The final straw, however, was her tattoos. She could do what she wanted with her skin as well, she decided, using her birthday money to pay for the tattoos she'd always dreamed about getting. She started on her legs, where they were mostly hidden, but then moved on to get one on her arm as well, that was far more obvious, and harder to ignore. After she showed up to school with that, she was almost immediately sent to visit the school nurse.

"Sure," she said nonchalantly, getting up out of her desk. "Why not? I guess the headmistress realized she can't tell me what to do, so she's pawning me off on the nurse... I can't wait to teach her that same lesson."

Honestly, she was thrilled... She had pushed the leader of the school to the edge, and she had won. What was the worst the school nurse could do to her?

The nurse was new, and Cordelia hadn't had any reason to meet her yet; she didn't know the woman she'd replaced particularly well, either. She'd visited the nurse's office once or twice after falling in gym class, or getting a little cut in biology, but it wasn't somewhere she had to go often. 

She couldn't say that she felt particularly intimidated when she knocked at the door and the nurse answered, either. She'd assumed, if the headmistress was leaving her for this woman to deal with, that she must be tough. The headmistress probably thought the nurse would scare her into being an obedient little robot again... But the nurse was no taller than her, and barely looked any older. If not for her uniform, Cordelia would have struggled, when seeing her in the hall, to guess whether she was a senior, or a particularly young staff member. This was who the headmistress had turned to, after failing herself?!

"Ah," the nurse took one look at her and nodded. "You must be Cordelia, then. I was wondering how long it would take."

"Yeah," Cordelia replied. "That's me. Can we just get this over with? We both know..."

"If you insist," the nurse shrugged. "There's no need to beat around the bush."

"Exactly!" Cordelia exclaimed. "The whole dress code thing is stupid, and I've proved that. My grades are just as good as they ever were, and it makes no difference what color my hair is, or what I'm wearing, or..."

"That's true," the nurse agreed. "But rules are rules."

Cordelia rolled her eyes. "You people love to say that, don't you? Maybe we don't need those rules, and..."

"Maybe we don't," the nurse said, surprising Cordelia a bit. "We have them, though, and you've shown that you have no interest in following them anymore."

Cordelia beamed proudly. "I don't," she confirmed. "And I won't. And soon, the other seniors are going to do the same, when they realize that, now that we're adults, you can't tell us what to do!"

"You're right," the nurse told her. "In a lot of ways, we can't... And that's why I'm giving you these." She reached down, picking something up from the floor. Cordelia reached out for it automatically, before glancing down, her cheeks changing color to match her hair, and her makeup, instantly. 

"Wh-What the hell is this?!" she squeaked, hating how scared she sounded, immediately trying to go back to sounding tough. "Is this some kind of joke?"

"It isn't," the nurse said, keeping a hold on the package, refusing to let go as she stared into Cordelia's eyes, wordlessly daring her hands to close around it, to take it, to accept this.

"B-But..." Cordelia shook her head, squirming, the nurse's confidence shaking her. "I-I don't need..." She swallowed, staring down at the object between them, unable to form the words, to say it out loud.

"I'm sure you don't need them," the nurse nodded. "I haven't seen any evidence in your records that you do, and I can't imagine how you would be hiding them under those tight jeans of yours... You see, though, while the school may not be able to discipline you, now that you're an adult, we also don't have to give you access to all of our facilities. All we really have to provide you are classes."

Cordelia furrowed her brow. "I-Is that true?" She honestly wasn't certain, but the way the nurse said it made it sound possible.

"It is," the nurse smiled, chipping away at Cordelia's doubts further. "And the headmistress and I decided that the best way to teach you a lesson would be to stop allowing you to use our restrooms. You are an adult, after all, as you love to remind everyone, and those bathrooms are really for our students, our children... We couldn't leave you with no way to relieve yourself, however, and so..." She gave the package a squeeze, Cordelia wrinkling her nose as she heard the crinkling inside. "Now, then, do you know how to put these on, or do you need some help?"

"I'm not wearing those!" Cordelia stomped her foot, tears stinging her eyes. "You can't make me do that! I'm not a baby!"

"I know," the nurse told her gently, setting the package of diapers down on the exam table calmly and starting to open it, taking those protests as an answer. "That's why we're doing this."

"B-But..." Cordelia nibbled her bottom lip, staring as one of the diapers was removed, stomach churning when she saw how thick and bulky it was, the white plastic miles away from the skimpy underwear she was used to. "Wh-Why do I have to wear them? I-I could..."

"You could what?" the nurse asked. "Can you hold it all day?" Cordelia shook her head with a blush. "Can you even hold it all the way until lunch?" 

"M-Maybe?" Cordelia tried, but her tone made it clear, even to herself, how unlikely that was. 

"I don't think you can," the nurse said, giving the open diaper a pat. "You wanted so badly to prove how grown-up and independent you are... Well, this will show everyone how true that is. You're so independent, you don't even need the school's potties! You just go potty anywhere and anytime you want!"

Cordelia whimpered, eyes wide. "Th-That's not..."

"If you want to go back to following dress code again, you can do that, too," the nurse offered. "The headmistress and I agreed that, if you did that, we wouldn't have to do this." Cordelia glanced down at her arm, at her newest tattoo, freshly healed. "Oh, that's right," the nurse smirked. "I guess you can't really do that anymore, can you?"

"Well, how was I supposed to know...?!" Cordelia huffed, stomping her foot, glaring daggers down at the diaper. If she'd had any idea this was what waited for her, she would never have gone this far!

The nurse shrugged. "Rules are rules," she replied simply. "You chose not to follow them, because you thought you were a big girl... And now, you're just going to have to deal with the consequences of that."

A wave of fear washed over Cordelia as she realized she was trapped. She couldn't drop out now - how would she explain that to the college she was supposed to be going to in the fall? - and she knew there was no way she'd actually be able to get by without access to the bathrooms... The school day had just started, and already she needed to pee...

"This is stupid," she sulked, starting to unbutton her jeans, wriggling out of them.

"Whatever you say, dear," the nurse said cheerfully. "Since you can't go into the bathrooms to do it, you can just come here if you need a change, and I'll be happy to help. And you can come here if you need to wash your hands, too. It'll give me a chance to check you and see how you're doing."

"I-I don't need to be checked!" Cordelia pouted. "I'm not a baby!"

"You're not," the nurse agreed. "You're a big, grown-up girl who has to wear, and use, her diapers, and I wouldn't want you leaking anywhere, so I'm going to keep a close eye on you... Your teachers will, too."

Cordelia swallowed. "M-My teachers are going to know?" She'd been so rude to them, since this had all started... How was she going to face them now?! 

"Of course," the nurse chuckled. "How else could we be sure you don't try to sneak into the bathroom? Honestly, I'd be surprised if everyone didn't know very soon..."

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Cordelia squealed, though it didn't take long for her to get her answer, once the bulky diaper was pulled up between her legs, taped snugly into place, and she tried to pull her tight jeans up over it. She spent several minutes tugging and jumping and doing everything she could, all to no avail. "Th-They don't fit!" she whined.

"I see that," the nurse nodded. "But I'm afraid all the spare outfits I have here are for good students who follow the rules... Besides, you're a rebel, aren't you? The dress code doesn't apply to you! So, go on, Cordelia... Go show everyone what happens to girls who think that way."

"B-But..." Cordelia squirmed, tugging at her crop top, wishing now she'd worn a longer shirt, one that covered more, like the dress code wanted her to. Now, there was no way for her to hide her diaper, no escaping the stares and giggles she was sure to get... She'd loved all the attention she'd gotten for breaking the rules; now, she was going to serve as an example, to make sure that nobody dreamed of following in her footsteps.

"Go on!" the nurse opened up the door to her office, pushing the protesting Cordelia out into the hall to face her fate. "I'll see you when you need a change!"