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Seems Too Good
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I LOOKED AT the mark my dad had made on my doorframe again and smiled with glee! Today was going to be the best day ever of high school! I might never have noticed if my friend Shawn hadn’t said something yesterday about it seemed like I’d grown. I’d given up hope that would likely happen anymore at eighteen, and stopped measuring, but here I was… finally!!!
I was practically bouncing as I made my way to the kitchen and grabbed a breakfast bar and a bottle of water from the fridge.
“Ready?” My dad asked while walking back in the room with a travel cup of coffee.
“Yes!” I told him with a smile, “Can we leave now so I can go see the nurse before school?”
He laughed, “I figured you’d want to do that. Grab your bag and we’ll head off.”
I walked to the car ahead of him and opened the back door and looked at the seat there, or rather the lack of a car seat! I smiled as I buckled up and Dad drove me to school. He pulled up to the front where there was a little bit of activity already still a half-hour before school.
“Have a good day Sport! I love you,” He told me with a good-natured smile.
“Thanks Dad, love you too,” I told him as I closed my door. I walked up the steps to the school, dodging a few students who were definitely still taller than me! As I opened the main door, I saw one of the senior girls was dragging a boy not much smaller than me to the office with her hand grabbing tightly onto his wrist. The tell-tale wet spot on his front was not going to go over well for him inside the office… While I felt for him, the girl’s giggling and laughter over his misfortune spurred me to walk faster to the nurse to hopefully beat them there after a principal saw them.
When I arrived, I found the woman I was looking for sitting at a desk that I could see over pretty well, except where a computer screen blocked my view.
“Cameron! What brings you here so early baby boy?”
I felt my gut wrench at that statement, but knew she used that tone with everyone who was too short to be a ‘Big’ to her.
I forced myself to sound confident, “Hi Mrs. Giddings, I’m here to update my height records if you might have a chance to check?”
Her eyes narrowed at me and I wondered if I had now offended her. “Well, you think you might have grown since the beginning of the year?”
I nodded, “My dad and I checked last night.”
“Well, step over to the scale over here. Take your shoes off first though!”
I blushed, knowing that I did have shoes on that gave me an extra two inches, and stood bare-foot on the scale as she first read off my weight. “One-hundred-and-ten pounds… You are a scrawny boy, aren’t you?” She smirked at me.
I shrugged, “I eat all of the time, just never gain anything,” I told her honestly.
“Still, you might see about having some more fattening foods in your diet, add some more milk in your meals?” She suggested.
I bit my tongue and groaned, knowing that she thought of me still at my old height… and what kind of milk she would have wanted me to have. “I’ll try,” I told her an easy lie.
She reached behind me and pulled up an attachment from the scale that seemed anachronous in a way from the high-tech instruments that even a school nurse’s office had. I could see in the corner her automated changing table, an auto-feeder, and an older model of a machine that I knew would take off all of the body hair of a little with the press of a button once they were strapped inside… I shuddered as I thought about how many times that I had just barely avoided them!
I felt a bar land on my head gently as she pushed it down. “Stand tall little one!” She told me. I did so, and she looked down to make sure my feet were flat on the scale’s surface. “Those feet are flat, right?”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I told her calmly waiting her verdict.
She stared at the digital readout above the scale for a moment and adjusted things before saying, “Well, I’ll be! I guess you’re going to grow up to be an adult here after all!”
She smiled, “Seventy-three inches!”
“So…?” I asked with a smile.
“You’re officially no longer a Little, Cameron!”
I smiled widely as she entered the information in the system and then looked at me, “I’m sad this is the last day I’ll see you in that uniform. If you brought anything else with you, you may go ahead and change?”
I nodded and said, “Thanks!” before heading down the hallway into a bathroom that I found unoccupied. I quickly took the stupid clip-on tie off, followed by the slacks and button-down shirt. I was already wearing normal boxers, so I was able to quickly pull on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with my favorite band on the front of it. I had risked a bit with already wearing regular tennis shoes, but those went back on with a smile that I wouldn’t have to wear the stupid Littles’ dress shoes I’d been forced to wear since elementary school.
I looked in the mirror at my face and smiled, knowing once and for all I wasn’t in danger of being just adopted off of the street like my Little friends! Mom had been a ‘Big,’ but for some reason I had inherited short genes. I was never going to be as big of a ‘Betweener’ as my dad, but at least legally as a ‘Betweener’ like my dad was, I could have a future that didn’t involve a nursery and diapers for the rest of my life!
I headed out of the bathroom, noting the now full hallways, and made it to my first class just before the tardy bell rang.
“Mister Sylvester, why are you out of uniform?” The tall twelve-foot woman who taught English asked me.
I forced myself not to be nervous as I craned to look up at her still towering at me even sitting at her desk. “I’ve just been to the nurse. Please check my records, you’ll see I’m no longer required to wear the Little’s uniform, Ma’am.”
I was polite, knowing that she could still met out punishments that involved diapers and going back in my educational status.
“Is that so?” She asked as a couple of large girls in the front row giggled.
“No way, he’s still a Little. Can I take him to the nurse so you can get on with class, I’ll get him diapered, and send him off to a daycare?” Kristin, a total witch of a girl said.
“Well, let’s just see what the records say,” she said. I watched her pull up the school’s student information system on her tablet and clicked through before tutting, “Well I’ll be, you did finally grow up, didn’t you?” She said to me.
I nodded, “Yes ma’am.”
“So, I guess this means you’re going to college next year after all…”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said to her.
“Emerson?” I told her. It was a university a few hours from my hometown that would have accepted me as a little too. Fortunately, now that I had received a new official designation, I would be able to cancel my CARE exam that had been scheduled for next week!
“My Alma Mater!” she said with a smile, “Too bad I guess that means you won’t be in Wenig. I was an RA for two years there.” She looked over at Kristin, “That’s of course where I met my little guy.”
Fortunately, the school announcements started up then and I was able to avoid hearing any more discussion about the poor man’s fate. I’d seen him on several occasions in our class, dressed just in his onesie and a messy diaper. Kristin had especially seemed to enjoy getting a chance to dote on him. Whenever he was there she constantly cooed at him with baby talk, and worked to actively embarrassed him when he tried to hide behind his large stuffed puppy dog. ‘He certainly isn’t lacking milk in his diet,’ I thought while grimacing at the number of girls in the class who had nursed him while we would read as a class out loud.
I made sure to pay attention as she gave us our final project we had to complete for the semester before our exams began in three weeks. I walked out alongside Beth; my best friend who was unfortunately only seventy-one inches tall. Her brown hair was braided into two pigtails on either side of her head like most of the littles. “So, no uniform, diapers during exams, or graduation now?” she said with a smile as she gave me a hug. “Congrats Cameron!” She said with a smile.
“Thanks,” I told her returning the hug. Her plaid uniform dress with the required white blouse unfortunately labeled her as the ‘Little’ she would forever be. “I’m sorry this means we’ll be in a different dorm now…”
She shrugged, “It’s not like you can’t come visit me?”
I nodded, but felt my stomach be a bit queasy, “Maybe we can meet for lunch on campus each day?”
“Already afraid to be around a little who can drag you down?” She teased me.
There was a hint of truth in it that we both knew neither could escape.
Now that I was officially a Mid, or a Betweener, it was risky to hang around Littles, lest I be labeled as one myself! Even ones like Beth who were nearly as tall as I was, and every bit as potty trained, could draw unwanted attention to me! I hoped her Betweener mother and Big father would be able to get her safely away from the graduation ceremony later that month. I was glad I wouldn’t have to worry about the gauntlet that the Littles usually faced as soon as the caps were thrown in the air!
GRADUATION HAD COME and gone before I knew it! I had been fortunate to end up with another Betweener roommate, Jason, who was only a foot taller than I was. His height was much less intimidating than if he had been a Big! He was also shorter than my dad, so being shorter than him really didn’t bother me that much.
Orientation had been a blast! I had been so glad that I wasn’t a Little, as I caught glimpses of the occupants from Wenig Hall, the Littles’ dorm. I had been able to enjoy the dance, a movie on the lawn, a casino night, and a few other activities that happened at night. If I had been just a tiny bit shorter, I would have been forced to be in bed in the Little’s dorm!
I had caught sight of Beth being pulled along a stupid ringed line rope thing like a bunch of preschoolers on the first real night of orientation. She texted me the next day that she was sorry she couldn’t get together with me yet.
We’d had a big send-off barbeque with our families the night before we moved in though, so it wasn’t like it had been weeks since we’d seen each other… We did finally get to plan a lunch together on the first day of our classes since we had the same class right before lunch. I was looking forward to seeing her, and from her text message, she was looking forward to going to class without her Nest Mother peering over her shoulder all of the time.
‘Nest Mothers…’ I snorted at the stupidity. With a normal dorm you got R.A.s that were essentially there to keep you from partying or doing epically stupid things. They also tried to help you out if you were in a bind with something. For Wenig Hall, the Littles all ended up in ‘Nests’ that had ‘Nest Mothers’ to watch over them. The Littles had to obey them, like nannies or something, and everyone had horror stories about them!
I shook my head and took care that I didn’t run into a tall girl that was standing in the middle of the hallway for some reason. Just as I passed her though she grabbed my wrist, “Where are you going out of uniform?”
I sighed, “I’m not a Little, please let me go, I need to get to class.”
She looked down at me skeptically and I noticed that she was easily over eleven feet tall. “You don’t seem like you are tall enough…”
“I promise I am. Do you think they’d really let a Little out of Wenig without their uniform?” I asked. I nodded towards a pair of Littles walking right past me. I kept my face calm as I could tell there was padding underneath their pants. One had a little tale-tale bit of white plastic sticking up over the back of his shirt that had been tucked inside the diaper somehow.
“Come on Holly,” a girl next to her, a bit shorter said, “We need to get to class too. Besides, you know the rules. You can’t adopt Little students, and Betweeners aren’t required to wear the uniform.”
She sighed, “Get lost baby boy,” she told me.
I didn’t hesitate to follow her instructions and took the chance to get the hell out of there. I was sure she had Little-fever bad! I made it to class and found a seat in the third row of a large lecture hall next to a smiling Beth.
She stood up carefully off of the booster she’d sat on in her chair and gave me a hug. “Cameron!”
I squeezed her back, “It’s good to see you Beth!” I told her. As she sat back down, I noticed I smelled baby powder, and her bottom seemed to crinkle… I tried not to get nervous at being next to her – I didn’t want my friend to be labeled as having a case of maturosis. That’s what the Bigs tended to call it these days… ‘maturosis’ was their way of labeling a Little and saying their only use was to be a babied living doll. I never wanted to see a friend getting stuck with that label, but it looked clear that Beth could be on her way.
“So how are you settling in?” she asked me.
We talked for a few minutes before our biology professor began introducing the class. I was intending on getting an undergrad degree in Chemistry or Biology before going for a juris doctorate. I had learned from my grandfather that lawyers who had the technical background to understand the details of science would do better with patent law cases. It seemed a good match to me of something that wasn’t overly physical labor wise, and would enable me to stay out of view much of the time as I prepared for cases.
I’d always done really well with science as a kid, so this class was just going to be a review from what I read on the syllabus. I tucked it away in the backpack I was carrying, and stood up to follow Beth out of the hall, and to the nearest dining hall.
Next to the entrance, one of the T.A.’s had one Little by the arm and was pulling up her skirt - showing off her purple training pants. “Uh-oh, someone made a stinky in her training panties! Guess we need to go see the Dean!” she said with a smirk and then smushed a lump in the back intentionally as she picked her up.
Beth seemed to shrink into me as we passed the other T.A. “Let’s see how you’re doing on your first day little girl!” she told her as she pulled up her skirt without warning. I watched in horror as a pair of pink disposable training panties were displayed and pulled back from the back so she could look inside. “Bit wet, but all clean! Make sure you get a change before your next class little girl,” she told her as she pushed her skirt down and clung to me with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I told her as I hugged her outside. “We’ve got to keep moving though, you can’t be seen crying out here Beth.”
She nodded and calmed down. The two of us had made a pact long ago that we would help each other through the big bad world of Bigs looking to kidnap and baby us. She’d done the same for me many times when I was shorter than she was. We arrived at the cafeteria and walked together around the stations to get food. I helped her get some things from a couple of the serving dishes she couldn’t reach, and tried to ignore the hungry looks some of the Bigs were giving her… and me!
Not all of them were like that mind you, I could see a larger number of students really looking through new books, schedules, and talking to friends across their tables. Those were generally the safe type of Bigs when I had been still considered a Little. I glanced over at Beth who was handing her card to be swiped and thanked god again that I finally had a small growth spurt! Until I had been a freshman in high school, I hadn’t even hit five foot. By senior year when I was five feet ten inches at the beginning of the year, I was afraid I would be like Beth, forever just a hair short of the mark. Emerson’s school uniform for Littles didn’t even allow for lifted shoes to let her get away with pretending to be that extra inch.
I handed over my own card and followed Beth over to an area of the Cafeteria that was better sized for Betweeners… ‘or really elementary school children,’ I had to admit. Truthfully just because I was over six feet now, didn’t make me an adult in the eyes of many of those around me. Since I was still just the size of an average preschooler, it didn’t bring me a lot of safety. It just meant though that the majority of Amazons that wanted to humiliate their charges, change diapers, and breastfeed their pretend babies would give me a pass at first glance so they could have their cuddly ‘infants.’ I did have to be wary though, there were some that would prefer to have a pretend ‘potty-training’ inept Little boy that goes to preschool or elementary school each day - always missing the potty and having ‘accidents.’ I could honestly remember several Littles like that in my kindergarten through second grade classes. They became pretty rare by middle school and high school. Usually only newly adopted Littles with ‘parents’ that wanted to really run them down by continually demoting them through the grades would be sent to high school. Most got ‘Go Straight Daycare, and Don’t Pass Go’ cards.
I shuddered thinking of some of the last ones I’d seen in high school.
With that I looked at Beth, “So how are things really?” I asked her.
She looked around, and then said, “I knew…” she sighed, “I knew that I would probably end up diapered at night… that’s been happening every night. We were told for the first week it was mandatory, and then we could have our big girl panties back for bed if we proved we weren’t bedwetters on our potty charts. I’ve never had accidents back home, but I’ve woken up wet all but two nights here! I think they’re doing something…” she started to say when a tall girl walked up to our table.
She was wearing a top that was way too tight, causing her plump breasts to practically pop out of the top of her shirt. Something about her body language said she was bad news as she walked up to our table. “Well, there you are Lizzy!”
I could mentally picture Beth wanting to kill the woman already. Even her parents didn’t call her that!
“Hi Miss Nancy,” Beth told her politely. Her body was tense though and I could see this girl was getting under her skin.
“And who is your little friend? Is he in our dorm as well?” she asked.
A lightbulb went off in my head and I guessed that she was one of the damn Nest Mothers. “I’m Cameron Sylvester,” I told her politely and extended my hand.
“You know you’re not allowed to have boyfriends…” the girl told Beth.
“I’m not a boyfriend,” I told her, “we’ve just been friends for a really long time. We grew up together,” I told her.
“Sort of grew up,” she said with a wry smile. “I take it you must have just edged over the finish line that wittle Lizzy couldn’t make! No matter,” she said as she suddenly put her hand up Beth’s skirt and pulled up. “Who’s a wet wittle girl? This girl, huh?” she tisked, “I guess you really did need those cute training panties, huh?” She talked to her in a very patronizing voice. “Make sure you come by after lunch for another pair… or you can go see one of the attendants at the changing stations too. They’ll probably only have diapees though.” She stood up then, and looked back down, “Of course that might be a better option for you anyway if you’re not going to stay dry. Smells like you’re clean at least though. See you soon chickling.”
As she stood and walked away, I looked at Beth whose shoulders were clearly tense and doing her best not to break down again. I sat quietly for a few minutes and asked, “So who was that bitch?”
“Shh!” she told me. “If they think I said that…”
I smiled, “Relax, I’m a big adult, I can say naughty words.”
That was enough to make her giggle a little bit at least.
“So, who was that?”
“Nancy Dannigan, my nest mother.”
“Landed yourself one of the good ones… huh?”
She shook her head, “I think she’s probably the worst actually. My nest is already half-gone after orientation. Someone must have spiked the punch for the Littles - all but a few of us who didn’t drink it ended up messing our pants!”
“Not you?” I asked her.
She held up her thermos of water, “You know I don’t ever drink water I can’t trust.”
I nodded; it was a good plan as a Little. She was worth a lot of money to the university as a Little student in special grants and aid, but I’d heard all about the demerit system from some others around campus since we’d arrived. For Littles there was a rule of ten demerits in a year… get those and you were immediately escorted to a daycare the university ran, or taken to an orphanage if you’d pissed Dean Sanders off too much. It seemed like there were a lot of ways to get stuck with them, but the worst was pooping your pants in class. Doing so would be an automatic eight demerits! From what I’d seen a couple times during that morning, it seemed like they would then swoop in on the opportunity to knock two more for wetting their pants, or not wearing protection, or swearing, or… well anything.
To be honest I was glad I was no longer bound by those rules. I hated to see my best friend stuck with them! I’d made it to safety, and I felt guilty about that.
Just when I was beginning to get some more information out of her about her life in Wenig, another Little came over, “Can I sit here?”
I looked a little down at the girl who was standing and still shorter than I was in the seat.
“Sure Meg,” Beth told her.
Once she had sat down, she looked up at me, “Hi, I’m Meg.”
“Cameron,” I told her.
“Boyfriend?” She hissed at Beth.
We both laughed, “Just good friends,” I told her. “How do you two know each other?”
“Oh, we’re in the same nest together,” she told me.
“I’m sorry, I just had the displeasure of meeting your Nest Mother…”
“Yeah…” Meg said. She took that moment though to take a bite of her food. “What’s your major Cameron?”
“Either chemistry or biology… I haven’t decided yet.”
I shook my head, “Lawyer actually…”
We talked for a while and I learned she was majoring in electrical engineering. Beth gradually calmed and became a bit more of her normal self with us, before blushing and excusing herself to go back to the dorm. I guessed for that change… Meg and I were heading towards the same part of campus where my chem lab was to be held.
“It was nice meeting you,” I told her as we parted.
“You too!” she said with a smile.
I noticed a couple Bigs giving me a look like I was shrinking by hanging out with a Little, but I just shrugged and walked through the hallway, up a staircase, and found the small lecture hall that I guessed they had chosen for us to meet on procedures before taking us into a lab. This class met for a lecture on Mondays, and then had lab time to complete the projects and experiments on Wednesdays and Fridays. I was probably as excited about this class as any I had on my schedule!
I ended up finding a seat not quite at the back, and looked on as other students entered. Most were Bigs of course, with several Littles mixed in here and there. I looked to be one of only two Betweeners in the class, and knew I’d have to be careful not to get labeled with an infraction of some sort… I noticed that one of the girls was in a thick diaper as she did her best to climb onto a seat and flashed the room. She blushed when she noticed me watching.
I blushed and looked back at the doorway in time to see Her.
The girl who walked in looked to be one of the tallest Amazon girls I had ever seen! I guessed she was probably close to thirteen feet tall! Her red hair was styled in a beautiful down look, with just a little bit of gentle curls at the ends of her long hair that stretched to the middle of her back. I could tell that she was well off from the obvious designer clothes. I squirmed a bit to hide a reaction as she sat just a few seats down from me, and I stole a glance at an equally beautiful face.
‘Too bad she’s a giant…’ I couldn’t help but think. ‘She’s gorgeous!’
I wanted to say ‘hi’ when I saw her again later in my history class, but didn’t have the guts to do it. After class I watched a tall guy, just barely shorter than her, and who could have been a model, say, “Babe, you’re so hot! How about going out with me tonight?”
The slap across his face was well deserved in my opinion, but clearly, I wasn’t brave enough to go up to her after that!
MONDAY NIGHT I had checked the online portals for my classes, and discovered my writing professor had posted an assignment that was due the first day! It was just a short assignment, but it was kind of sneaky to require an assignment to be due even before we’d received our syllabus! I’d heard stories about such things before though. It was a smaller class than most of the intro freshman classes, and the professor was easily able to pick out the four of fourteen students who hadn’t done the assignment. Two were Bigs, who she ripped into, and told them they were on their way to failing her class. Even though I wasn’t even the one getting berated, I still felt like I wanted to hide underneath my too tall desk!
Another Betweener girl, who was a foot taller than I was, was in tears as she told her, “Not doing your homework is a sign of not being mature, isn’t it? You know you might have your own case of maturosis coming on…”
“I’m sorry ma’am, I’ll do better. I’ll prove you can trust me from here on out!”
I gulped at that, knowing the implication that she was really a Little… and all that implied! Fortunately for her though, two boy littles in our class had also failed to turn in the assignment. One of them argued, “I’m sorry Professor, our Nest Mother made us all go to bed early last night and I didn’t have a chance to login to see…”
“Blaming your failings on someone else…?” She asked coldly.
“N…” he tried to get out.
“Well Jimmy, I’ll add that to my notes to Dean Sanders when she meets with you later for your demerits. She can look into it… If she tells me you really had no free time at all yesterday, and the night before when I posted it, I’ll consider giving you an extension.”
I watched the other guy motion to him to knock it off.
‘Both will be in diapers and gone before long…’ I thought.
My own work was thankfully approved and given compliments before she got into the next assignment. I was grateful there weren’t a lot of topics in this class that would be like a grammar class, but we did talk about the way a technical article or paper should be written. By the end of class we were assigned a two-page essay that we would have a week to do, along with information on a more significant ten page paper that had to be completed by midterms.
I sighed on my way out the door, knowing that even as an easy class, it was probably going to occupy a lot of my time!
My trip to Chemistry was mostly uneventful for me. As I walked I couldn’t help but notice that nearly every Little seemed to be padded now in some way. My chemistry professor was like a savant with names and faces, and called on me mid-way through the class after a Big failed to answer the question he was asking, correctly.
“Mr. Sylvester, can you help him out?”
It was a simple stoichiometric equation that I responded quickly with the correct answer.
“Correct!” he told me. “Mr. Nutter, you might want to see about getting a tutor for this class.”
He continued on for a long time in that class before assigning us about forty pages of the textbook to get through by Thursday. Some optional assignments and worksheets were also given out that he ‘encouraged’ everyone to do. I suspected the fact that there were only three tests in the class was going to make it easier to fail if someone didn’t keep up. I didn’t intend on drawing the same attention as the others in my class earlier!
At the end of class I had a text from Beth to meet up for lunch.
“Hi Beth!” I told her with a smile.
“Hi Cameron,” she said and gave me a quick hug. “I miss hanging out with you more.”
“I miss you too,” I told her honestly. I couldn’t help but note that unlike the other Littles in my classes that I’d seen, Beth didn’t seem to be crinkling. “How’s everything going today?”
“Okay so far, I have that stupid Seminar class this afternoon.”
“Sorry,” I told her apologetically. “I’m really glad I had that growth spurt,” I told her kind of guiltily.
“I wish I’d had one… or that I could have gotten away with heels to hide my height or something. Emerson is so strict on them for Littles!”
I nodded, grateful that as a Mid I didn’t face that restriction. I actually had two-inch lifts on to make me a little less obviously on the line. “Regrets on coming here?”
She shrugged, “There’s not a lot of options out there, are there? I didn’t want to stay with my parents… and at least it’s a bit of time to do something other than be adopted by some Big who just wants me to suck her tits…” Beth said the last part in a whisper, obviously not wanting to upset any Bigs who might be listening in.
I nodded at that as we took our places in line. We both had our cards read by the lady at the door, and began walking to the different sections together with our trays. “How was your Chemistry class yesterday?” I asked her. “I think we have the same professor, right?”
She laughed, “Yes, he’s great! But don’t show up without knowing your stuff… I couldn’t believe he called on people by name at random! One Big was completely humiliated yesterday when they didn’t know the answer to the question. Then he turned and asked that really tiny Little, the question, and she knew the answer immediately!”
“Some sort of special case, I don’t really know anything about her. She lives off campus with her adopted parents? Or she’s some sort of exchange student? It didn’t make sense to me, but somehow she’s gotten out of living in the dorms.”
“Sounds like a smart plan,” I said.
“Sort of, she’s in diapers full-time, and I’ve heard rumors she may suck on pacifiers a lot, and even… breastfeeds too.”
I grimaced. It wasn’t known why, but it seemed to be that every Little that was stuck breastfeeding their kidnapper’s breasts would lose all of their continence. As a Little I had always been told to avoid strange milk in cups or bottles at all cost! I looked over at Beth and said, “That’s bad… Has anyone explained it to her?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know, I’m actually curious to see if her Mommy lets her stay in school all the way.”
I had just put some fries on my plate, and was just about to ask if she wanted some too, when I noticed a panicked expression on her face.
She just gasped “No…” as her body made a quick dip, and she left her tray and took off running out of the dining hall!
That look, and the smell that had accompanied it… I would have known even without looking at her fleeing form, what it probably meant. I sat my tray down on a table and tried to follow her trail.
Unfortunately as soon as I reached the hallway, I could see a trail of dribbling wet brown stuff…
The trail led to the women’s bathroom where I thought about standing and waiting for her, or offering something… other clothes…? But I could suddenly hear her screaming, “No!!! It’s not my fault!!! Someone…”
A smack followed. Then another one, and another… and then a ton of crying and wailing. I was too much of a coward to charge in to try and save her. Not that it would do her or I any good. It seemed forever before a Big girl dragged her out behind her, forcing to walk with her holding onto her wrist like a naughty child. “Well young lady! Looks like we need to address your lack of padding! If you’d at least been wearing protection you wouldn’t be going to see the dean, but now you’re in for an extra spanking and demerits!”
She dragged her so fast there was nothing I could do for her… Just when I thought she would leave without looking at me, she turned and saw me while the girl pushed the door open.
Her expression, tears, and eyes broke my heart.
‘Poor Beth…’ I thought as I turned and returned to where I had left my tray and tried to eat something even though my appetite had left me.
Her friend Meg showed up right then, “Can I join you?”
“Sure,” I told her.
“Where’s Beth?” She asked.
I fought to keep a calm face, “She umm… she had an accident,” I told her.
“No…” she gasped and gave me a sad look. “Where?”
“Here, not long ago?”
I noticed she was crinkling a bit as she moved. “Did she wear the training panties they suggested we keep on today?”
I shook my head, “She’s always been stubborn… something happened?”
“An outbreak of something,” she said, before whispering, “I’m pretty sure our Nest Mother slipped something into everyone’s drinks last night… or is using some sort of hypnosis or something.”
I nodded, “It would take that… she hasn’t had an accident since middle school, and that was foul play too.”
“I hope she doesn’t get in too much trouble…” she told me.
I nodded in agreement.
THAT AFTERNOON I worried about Beth, especially when I didn’t hear anything back from her when I texted her and emailed her. The next day I had hoped after my calculus class I would see her in the Biology class we shared.
I felt my stomach sink when I didn’t see her there.
‘That’s it then…’ I thought as I sat in class listening to the lecture. ‘They demerited her out… she’s probably…’
I did the best I could to focus in Biology and just take notes from then on. After class I was so intent on just walking to the dining hall, feeling guilt for her, that I almost didn’t notice her standing next to the entrance with a tall woman with graying hair. She was no longer dressed in the awful school uniform at least…
I wanted to vomit!
She was dressed in a yellow one-piece romper that barely covered a very thick diaper. The sleeves had ruffles on them, and a large pink baby bottle and pacifier were embroidered on the fabric in the middle of the chest. They matched the pink pacifier hanging from a strap clipped to the romper.
“Cameron!” she said to me nervously.
I walked up to her after taking stock of the woman who gave off vibes of being less trustworthy than a snake.
“And you are, young man?” The woman asked me.
“I’m Cameron Sylvester… I’ve been friends with Beth for a long time.”
“This is the boy you begged to talk to first?”
“Yes Mrs. B,” she said to her.
She glared at me, “You two can have three minutes to talk. I’ll give you some privacy.”
After she walked about fifteen feet away, but still stared at us, Beth locked me in a hug, “Oh Cameron!” She was in tears, “I didn’t want to… I couldn’t…”
“What happened Beth?” I asked calmly.
“Yesterday I ended up with nine demerits for pooping my panties in the dining hall… I don’t know what happened to me… I couldn’t hold it at all!”
She sniffled and I felt my heart breaking for her. “I’m sure someone…”
“Probably… but no one cares about that Cameron… After that - well I only had one left…” She sniffled again, “I thought about it all night long, and this morning I decided I was better off giving Student Services a chance.” She said softly. “After I texted my parents to tell them goodbye, I went there before my first class.”
“I gave up…” she told me. “I didn’t want… I don’t want… but what choice? At least this way I’m supposed to be able to choose my… ma… ma… mommy?”
She broke down in tears again and I embraced her in the tightest hug I’d ever given my best friend.
‘There’s got to be something she can do…’ I thought to myself, but even then, I knew that the laws were clear. She had effectively ended her rights as an adult that morning now that she had put herself up for adoption. I just hoped they weren’t lying when they said that it was a better process when you gave yourself up.
I held her for a long moment before the woman came and said, “Time’s up, we need to get going!”
She squeezed me one last time, “I love you Cameron.”
It was whispered so only I could hear it, but the woman grabbed her into her arms and carried her away so quickly that I didn’t have a chance to reply.
Her long legs whisked her away from me.
It wasn’t fair!!! It was only two damn inches!!!
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