The First Day of School (Patreon)

"Y-You aren't going to tell anybody... Right?"

It took everything Samantha had not to laugh in Louise's face. It was bad enough that the little nerd had genuinely thought she wanted to be friends, that she'd have chosen to spend the last night of her last summer vacation of high school at a sleepover with her... Did she really think that she wasn't going to tell the entire school about this?!

Getting Louise to trust her hadn't been that difficult... It never was. Being the daughter of the principal came with a lot of advantages, and one of those was how everyone seemed to believe that you were this sweet, innocent angel, that your mother was as strict on you at home as she was on her other students at school. Either that, or perhaps people assumed that if they befriended, she could put in a good word for them with her mom if they got in trouble.

The fact that Louise had fallen for her tricks was even more pathetic, though. She was even a student, as easily as she could have passed for one - and a freshman at that, honestly - she was a teacher, starting her first year. Sammy had come to visit her mother at school as the teachers were setting things up, and the woman had seen her, struck up a conversation, feeling more comfortable talking to her than the other teachers, since Samantha was closer in age to her. And when she'd found out who she was, she'd been delighted, acting just like the other students did, thinking that Sammy could help keep her on her mother's good side.

It was probably inappropriate, really, for Samantha to be spending the night at a teacher's house at all. Louise had recognized that, a moment too late. "Oh, n-never mind," she'd blushed as soon as the offer had left her mouth. "Forget I said that..."

But Samantha wasn't about to let it go. "I'd love to come over," she'd purred.

"N-No," Louise had shaken her head. "I'm going to be your teacher, and that would be a whole weird power dynamic thing, a-and..."

"You aren't yet," Samantha had pointed out. "This is our last chance to do it until next summer. Don't worry... I'll tell my mom I'm with one of my other friends."

"I-I don't know if that's any better," Louise had frowned. "Enabling you lying to your parent..."

Sammy had rolled her eyes. "I'm an adult. I don't need you to enable me to do anything."

Louise had blushed, staring down at her feet for a moment or two like a shy, overwhelmed little girl. "W-Well... I-If you really want to..."

With her head tilted downwards, Samantha had to assume the woman couldn't see the grin spreading across her face as she'd said, "I'd love nothing more."

There was a party going on tonight for the seniors, and Sammy had been planning on going to that, but she'd hoped this would help her out more, in the long run... Plus, she could maybe even do both, if everything timed out right. And so far, it was.

She'd been pretty certain she knew Louise's secret from their first meeting, from a glimpse of a waistband peeking out from the shorts she'd been wearing to set up her classroom in. She'd been waiting for the woman to confess it to her so she'd know for sure, though the invitation was just as good, if not better. She'd bided her time, listening to the teacher's inane chatter, eating pizza with her, looking for an opportunity to sneak into her bedroom and go snooping.

As it turned out, she didn't have to. Louise had excused herself, and Sammy had thought it might be her chance, until she saw the woman step into her bedroom. After a few minutes, however, she returned in a nightgown. "I know it's lame to go to bed so early at a sleepover," she'd said, "but I do need to get some sleep before my first day of teaching. You can stay up if you want to... I-I do think you need to know something, though, for when you do go to bed. I might have tossed and turned some, so you might see..."

Louise had fallen silent, words dissolving into a blush before, finally, she had just lifted the hem of her nightgown and confirmed what Samantha had suspected all along. In fact, it was even better... She'd thought she'd seen a Pull-Up under the woman's shorts; this was a full-blown diaper, white and puffy, tapes perfectly fastened in a way that showed a lot of practice.

"I-I've had bladder problem my whole life," she'd admitted. "I wear... protection... all the time, just in case, but it's especially bad at night. Y-You aren't going to tell anybody... Right?"

Samantha took a long pause to ensure she didn't sound too eager, too excited. "No, of course not," she told the woman. "I would never... We're friends."

"Thank you so much!" Louise gave her a big hug. "I knew I could trust you!"

"Always," Sammy smiled. "And you know what? I think I will go to bed now..."

"You're sure you're okay with a sleeping bag?" Louise asked. "The couch isn't too bad... I-I'm sorry my bed isn't bigger... Th-Though that would be weird, right? For us to share?"

"It's fine," Samantha promised her. By the time she got into her own pajamas, Louise was tucked into bed, a teddy bear by her side. They said their goodnights, and Sammy laid there on her sleeping bag and waited, watching the teacher slowly drift off. Despite her words, however, her insistence on revealing her secret, she didn't move much once she was asleep, her covers staying firmly in place, keeping her diaper hidden.

Samantha had planned to wait all night if she had to, but as time dragged on, she started to get bored, to browse through Instagram, seeing the pictures people were posting from the senior party. As jealousy set in, she decided to help matters along, getting up and creeping over to the bed. She reached for the covers to pull them aside, Louise making a noise in her sleep, turning over.

Sammy stepped back nervously, not wanting to get caught. She tried one more time, after a few more minutes, with the same result. She frowned, debating the best course of action. If she stayed here too much longer, in the dark, she might fall asleep herself and miss out on her chance... She already knew the truth. She might as well go have fun at the party, and she could find another way to prove it to everyone tomorrow.

The party was a blast, made all the better by the secret she had simmering in the back of her mind the whole time. She went straight to school from there, to Louise's classroom, having promised to lock it for her as they left the night before. She hadn't known what she was going to do, exactly, but she was glad for the forethought now as she walked up to the whiteboard and began to draw.

She might not have a photo; she was a half decent artist, however. And if Louise came in and saw a drawing of herself in diapers, with her teddy bear, like the pathetic little baby she was, she'd probably burst into tears in front of the students who had gotten there already anyway, and that would be just as good. Sammy did take some liberties, adding a pacifier, putting her in a pair of booties and nothing else - other than the diaper, of course - for clothing, but the spirit of it was accurate to what she'd seen.

There was one final dig she chose to throw in, one change to to diaper to add insult to injury. According to Louise, she only had bladder problems, but who was going to believe that, when they found out that she had to wear 'protection' full-time? She erased the back of the diaper before hiding the erasers to make it that much more difficult for Louise to get rid of the picture, then redrew it, making it lumpy, clearly full... Satisfied, she'd moved on to label it, write out Louise's name so everyone would know who it was.

"Well, well, well, class," Samantha probably ought to have been worried, hearing the teacher's voice, but she knew she had all the power here. She owned that scrawny, nerdy little woman now... She was going to be able to do whatever she wanted in her class, and beyond. She could probably throw parties at her place every weekend, and make her do the clean-up, as long as she promised not to tell her mother, and if she, and the rest of the class, wouldn't let the other students know. "Look at that."

"Isn't it nice, Louise?" Samantha giggled, ignoring the conversation they'd had the night before at the sleepover, about how she needed to be sure to address her properly, by her last name, once school started. "I thought you'd like it."

"I do, Sammy," Louise replied, to Samantha's surprise. She didn't sound the least bit upset, or surprised, or even angry... She began to turn around, confused, right as Louise continued, "See, class? Sammy drew us a lovely little self-portrait."

"Oh, please," Samantha scoffed. "That is so obviously..."

She frowned, shifting in place. The dress she'd stashed in her bag to change into for the party was tiny, but, knowing that her first class of the day would be with Louise, she knew she wouldn't get called out for violating the dress code, and she'd stashed a more 'appropriate' outfit in her locker. Now, however, it felt like it was getting shorter and shorter, creeping its way up her body...

Worse, though, was what was going on underneath, her skimpy panties growing, swelling between her legs, spreading out to cover her whole bottom as they thickened, as the outside of them changed from cloth to plastic, crinkling as she squirmed in confusion, as she tugged frantically at her dress, trying to keep it from shrinking too far, from revealing the diaper she was suddenly, somehow, wearing.

"No!" she squealed in horror, realizing she'd lost the fight as she heard a chorus of giggles behind her, head swimming in terror and bewilderment. This couldn't be happening... This was impossible!

"It's all right," Louise cooed at her. "We all know how strict your Mommy is. I suppose you should just be grateful that she lets you wear a shirt to school, anyway, even if that's how you dress at home."

"No!" Sammy stomped her foot, her shoes making no sound whatsoever, feeling so soft and strange... She looked down, seeing that they had, of course, become booties. "It's not me! It's you! See?!"

She turned back to the board, only to see that the picture had changed, that the face, the hair, the body clearly belonged to her and not Louise... And the words she'd just written no longer had her teacher's name, but her own. Her nose wrinkled, mortified at the infantile depiction of herself. Worst of all was the back of the diaper, the last thing she'd drawn... Her head spun as she stared at it, as she felt a rumbling in her belly at the same time, as, without her being able to stop it, she felt her own diaper begin to fill with a load of soft, squishy mush.

"N-No!" she whimpered, turning around, trying to hide the drooping seat of her padding from the rest of the class, only to finally take a look at them, to realize that her clothing wasn't the only thing that had changed. She didn't know any of the people seated there, and the fact that they were mostly all in diapers, too, and baby clothes just made her more anxious. They were seated in plastic chairs, around low tables, more like they were at a preschool than high school, which was appropriate, given the decorations on the walls, teaching them letters and numbers, shapes and colors...

"Wh-Where is this?" she sniffled at Louise.

"Oh, poor Sammy," the teacher clucked, patting her on the head, slipping a pacifier into her mouth. "I'm afraid I told you a little lie... A few, actually. You see, it was my first time teaching... At your school. I've had lots of first days at other schools, though, and lots of brats and bullies like you who think they can take advantage of a scared, nervous, young teacher, and her secret. Unfortunately for all of them, they don't know that I have another secret..."

"Y-You're a witch," it dawned on Sammy. She'd had no clue, mere minutes ago, that magic even existed, but there was no denying it now. 

"Very good!" Louise smiled, clapping her hands. "Gold star! Specifically, I'm a time witch... Which allows me to bring naughty children like you here, to this classroom, and take all the time I need to teach you to be good, before returning you back to the moment before you did whatever it was that earned you a spot here. And if you choose to do it again anyway... We can start all over again. You're not getting out of here until I've made you the sweetest little boys and girls possible."

Sammy shivered, staring out at the other students, wondering how long they'd been here, how many cycles they'd been through... And how many it was going to take for her. "Go on," Louise gave her a teddy bear and a pat on the diaper, the girl squeaking as the mess there squelched beneath her hand. "Go find a seat... There are no diaper changes until naptime, little one."