A diaper. She was about to be put into a diaper. The fact still hadn't completely hit her, if only because it was so surreal. Yesterday, she never would have even thought about this as something that she might want, and then, today, she'd been so obsessed with it that it had been nearly all she'd thought about. And now here she was, moments away from some stranger taping her into her padding like a naughty, pants-wetting little girl.

She knew she ought to try to stop this, that she had more important things to worry about. The very fact that she was here at all was insane, and a little mind-blowing. She'd been so immersed in the stories, and her fantasies, that she'd accepted it perhaps a bit too easily, but what other choice had she had? There was no denying that the 'doll' was moving around, and wanting her help, and after reading those stories, she wanted to help the poor thing however she could.

Did this mean that magic in her world was real? Or did it mean that this was another dimension from Sierra's, that she had somehow ended up in? There were so many possibilities, and, without being able to speak to Sierra, she didn't even know how to start getting answers. All she knew was that she had the protagonist of a whole series on Internet stories that, as far as she'd been able to tell, were never meant to be taken as anything more than fiction, in her bag, shrunken to the size of a doll, while she was standing in the middle of a strange school, about to be put into a diaper, just like she could imagine Sierra would be in this situation.

"Well, come on, dear," the nurse smiled, reaching over and taking Matti's hand. "Don't just stand there and gawk. I think you'd better get used to this."

She wasn't holding Matti's hand particularly hard. Matti probably could have pulled free and tried to run away. She turned her head, seeing that, as she'd been staring at the diaper and lost in thought, the laundry woman had slipped out, leaving her alone. There was a clear path to the door, and if she was fast enough, she could probably take the nurse by surprise and get away.

But as she turned back and saw the nurse's face again, she knew she wasn't going to do that. She looked so kind, so gentle. And, as embarrassing as it had been for her to admit to herself, especially at first, when she'd first stumbled across that DeviantArt page and seen those pictures, and read the first story or two, she was so very curious about what it would be like. And who better to show her than this woman?

"Good girl!" the nurse praised as Matti took a step closer to her, Matti melting a little at the praise, immediately taking another step, though she did break out of her reverie long enough to slide her messenger bag off her shoulder, setting it on a nearby chair, hoping that Sierra didn't peek out and watch what was about to happen.

Would she feel sorry for Matti, knowing what it was like all too well? Or would she see how little Matti was resisting and be disgusted in her for so easily accepting this?

"Can you take your panties off for me?" the nurse asked. Matti cringed. She hated that word, thought it sounded so childish. But, really, didn't that make it more appropriate now?

The nurse let go of her hand, making it all the easier for her to make a break for it, but she didn't. She slid her underwear down her legs, blushing as they got below her skirt, allowing the woman to see them, hoping she wouldn't comment on the state of them. She wouldn't have wanted to explain to the nurse that the wetness in them wasn't from an accident anyway, but with Sierra listening, she definitely didn't want that.

There was no question that the nurse saw, raising her eyebrows in a way that made Matti's face warm, but, thankfully, she stayed quiet. Could she tell from there how naughty Matti had been, what she'd spent her afternoon doing? In a way, Matti almost wished she had wet herself instead as she scrambled to get the undies over her sneakers and off so she could try to carefully ball them up, hiding the evidence.

"Just put them in the hamper over there," the nurse told her, nodding. "There are some hand wipes right next to it," she added.

Matti looked at the hamper doubtfully. If she put her underwear in there, she was never going to see them again. She was going to find whatever Sierra needed here and get out, and she definitely wasn't going to sneak back into the nurse's office to get them back. Obviously, she had plenty more back in her dorm room, but it still felt significant, somehow, sacrificing this pair like this, never to be seen again.

Maybe it was being here, in this office, thinking about what would happen if this was one of Sierra's stories. In those, Sierra would be enrolled in the school, somehow, and this would have been the last straw that landed her in diapers permanently. It certainly hadn't sounded like the laundry women wanted her, or whoever the real culprit was, to go back into big girl undies anytime soon. And they probably had the power to make sure that didn't happen. In a story, these would, most likely, be the last pair of underwear Sierra would wear in this place.

Even knowing that wasn't what was going on here, she could still feel the weight of that situation in her imagination as she shuffled over to the hamper. What else was she going to do, though? She wasn't going to put these underwear in her bag with Sierra, and there were no pockets in this uniform big enough for her to try to hide them. All she could do was open up the hamper, drop them in, then wipe her hands off, a confusing mix of emotions running through her as she looked across the room at the nurse, and the diaper waiting for her.

It would have been so easy for her to run for the door now. Clearly, the nurse really did think she was a good girl, letting her get so far away from her like that. Matti blushed, thinking about how obedient and helpless the woman must see her as, that she'd willingly come trotting back to be put into a diaper. Sierra absolutely would have tried, even if it almost definitely wouldn't have worked out for her. Matti, in the other hand, willingly returned to the table.

This was so pathetic! She ought to put up some sort of resistance, if for no other reason than to keep Sierra from realizing how badly she wanted to try this out! She reasoned that, if Sierra said anything, if they could get the pacifier gag out, that she could say it was because she hadn't wanted to leave Sierra behind, since the bag was in the opposite direction of the door, but even when the confrontation was imaginary, she could feel herself blushing and squirming and giving away just how much of a lie that was.

"Up you go!" the nurse exclaimed, taking Matti by surprise, grabbing her around the waist and lifting her up onto the examination table, planting her right in the middle of the diaper. Matti assumed the woman would help her up onto the table, but she hadn't expected that demonstration of exactly how much smaller she was that the nurse, how truly helpless she was before her.

She didn't have too long to dwell on that, however, as her bottom sank into the plush, crinkly garment beneath her. She gasped, a tiny moan escaping her lips before she could stop it. Her hands shot to her mouth, as if trying to push the sound back in, but, of course, it was too late.

"That's all right," the nurse chuckled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, Matti unable to find the strength to push her hand away the way she'd done to Kelsey's friend. "They don't feel so bad, do they?"

Matti didn't know what to say, her brain too jumbled to work out the right answer to that, one that wouldn't make the nurse mad, and wouldn't tip Sierra off that she did, in fact, think that the things the little witch had been tormented witch for so long were not bad in the slightest. So she stayed quiet, hands still over her mouth, feeling slow and stupid and small as the nurse pushed her onto her back, making her lie down, letting her feel the cushy padding under even more of her body.

She finally broke her hands free from her face when the nurse started to push up her skirt, futilely attempting to shove it down again, one pointed look from the woman enough to make her stop, not even requiring any words. "Oh," the nurse said as she looked down, eyebrows raising a little. "Well, why don't we take care of this first?"

At first, Matti wasn't sure what she meant, what was going on, although, as the nurse turned away from her, she couldn't help wiggling her bottom, listening to that crinkle she'd heard so often in the videos, coming from her now, feeling the padding all over her. She made herself stop as soon as the nurse turned around, even before she saw what was in the woman's hands.

"W-Wait," she gulped. "I-I don't need that."

"Come on, now, dear," the nurse shook her head. "You've been so good so far. Don't ruin it now. It's going to take time for you to get over this little problem, and this is going to make it easier for everyone, I promise."

"No!" Matti shook her head, nibbling on her lip as the nurse started to set the supplies down on the counter next to the table, her eyes firmly fixed on the razor. She should have seen this coming, of course. It was one thing to get to try out a diaper, but this seemed so much more real, somehow, if only because she knew it would take much longer to go back to normal from than just ripping off the diaper when she was done with it. There wasn't really anybody else that would see, and know, about it other than her, but that was enough.

"Yes," the nurse replied, her voice sterner than Matti had heard it before, sending a shiver down her spine. The nurse had been patient and sweet with her before, but, as had been demonstrated when she'd lifted Matti onto the exam table, she didn't need to be. She could do this by force if she needed to. "This is going to happen, young lady. Are you going to be a good girl and lie still for me?"

Matti had liked being called a good girl, but that wasn't enough for this. "Y-You don't have to!" she insisted. "I-I won't need these..." Whether it was the excitement she could still feel for them, despite all this, or fear that Sierra wasn't watching all this, and wouldn't know what was happening unless she heard Matti say it, she couldn't get the word 'diaper' out. "These," she repeated instead, giving the open diaper a pat, "for long, so there's no need..."

"All right, then," the nurse sighed. "I would have loved to do this the easy way, but it's late, and you shouldn't even be out of bed in the first place, much less here, making trouble for me, young lady." She grabbed Matti's wrist, her grip much less gentle than it had been the last time she'd done that, pushing it away from the diaper, up to one corner of the exam table, to something else soft and fluffy. By the time Matti had turned her head to see what it was, it was too late, the nurse quickly closing it around her wrist, locking it in place.

It was a restraint. She was being locked down, tied into place. "N-No!" she gasped, shaking her head, even as the nurse snatched up her other hand, repeating the process with it.

"Yes," the nurse contradicted her. "I don't want you wiggling around and getting cut."

Once her wrists were cuffed, the nurse had no problem doing the same with the girl's feet. Not that she'd had any real issues with her hands, either, proving to Matti how helpless she really was. She was trapped here, completely at the nurse's mercy, and embarrassingly turned on by it all, hoping Sierra wasn't watching. Of course, at least now if the witch did see, she could claim that it wasn't her fault, that she hadn't given in willingly, even if everything up to this point had been her doing exactly that.

She whimpered as the razor slid over her crotch, easily whisking away all the hair down there, leaving it as smooth and bare as it had been the day she was born. She couldn't help squirming at the contact, and at the thought of what was happening, but the restraints were tight enough to keep her from moving far, and definitely prevented her from getting away from the blade.

The nurse did notice her excitement, of course. "You're not used to being touched down here, are you?" she asked, Matti staying silent and blushing at how true that was. "That's all right, dear, nothing to be ashamed of. It's perfectly natural." Would she still say that, Matti wondered, if she knew this wasn't just because of the contact? If she knew it was the fact that she was on top of a diaper, hearing it rustle beneath her with her every futile movement, knowing that it was moments away from being pulled up and taped around her waist?

"There we go!" the nurse declared, setting the razor aside. "That didn't take long at all, did it? I guess it was just starting to come in, huh?" Matti had no idea how long it normally took, although she still blushed at the implication that she'd only had as much hair down there in the first place as someone barely old enough to have started to get any. "Don't worry, it'll grow back, once you're ready to be out of diapers again."

Diapers. The word shot through her like a lightning bolt, making her realize that this was the first time either of them had spoken it. If Sierra wasn't watching, and hadn't picked up on what was going on, now she would know. And hearing it out loud made it all the more real to Matti, too, as the nurse ran a baby wipe over her crotch, wiping away the last few, lingering hairs, making Matti shiver at the cool touch, and in anticipation.

"I think you'll be all right without lotion and oil this time," the nurse told her. "We can see if you need them tomorrow morning. We want to make sure you don't get a rash, though."

She took out a bottle of baby powder, giving it a shake or two, the smell instantly transporting Matti back to when Brooke had been little, and her aunt had made her hold the girl, or stand near her for pictures. This was the same smell she'd always had, if just faintly, and, while Matti had never wanted to be anywhere near her during diaper changes, she'd always known, somehow, that it was because she was a baby. Now she knew it was from her baby powder, and she was finding that out as she got her own, as she was given that same scent. Because now, she was the baby.

"Almost done," the nurse smiled down at her, adjusting the diaper under the girl's bottom from where all her wriggling had moved it around, getting it into just the right spot. "See? This isn't so bad, is it?"

Matti didn't know what to say, how to respond, but, by the chuckle the nurse let out, she suspected the woman knew that she agreed. The nurse picked up the front of the diaper, Matti's heart racing as she saw it being lifted it, felt it as it pushed her thighs apart, the way the stories always described. Then it was being pulled snugly upwards, spread against her tummy, her toes curling as she felt the padding right against her freshly shaved privates, her breath quickening to match her heart.

She gasped as she heard the first tape being opened, another sound she was familiar with from the videos, the signal that the diaper change was almost over. She gave a weak, pitiful squirm, one final, half-hearted attempt to get away, as the side of the diaper was lifted up and over, the tape smoothed down, rubbed into the landing strip to ensure it got a nice, tight grip. The nurse moved on to the next side, the tug she gave it making everything slide into place as it finally hit her that this was it, that she was about to be diapered for the first time since she was a toddler, right on time.

The second two tapes went much quicker, but Matti could barely even feel those. The first two, holding the diaper shut around her, had been enough. She squirmed again, feeling the slick plastic of the diaper sliding on the exam table, then pushed her legs together, seeing how far they could go. She blushed, feeling the padding bunch up, rubbing for a moment against her that made her want to keep going, if not for the woman standing over her, and the shrunken witch in her bag.

"There we go!" the nurse declared, unlocking the restraints, lifting Matti down and onto the ground, the girl shocked at how much her stance had to change to account for the extra bulk. Her hands automatically moved to her skirt, running them over the diaper underneath, struggling to believe what was going on, what had happened. "See, they aren't so bad," she repeated

"I-I'm in a d-diaper," Matti mumbled, barely registering that she'd said it out loud.

"Yes, you are," the nurse confirmed, kneeling down, lifting up Matti's skirt, adjusting the diaper, tucking it bits of plastic. "And you're going to stay in it, aren't you? When you come down to see me in the morning, I don't want to see any evidence that you've been playing with the tapes or trying to get this off, young lady, or I'm going to be very cross with you. Understand?"

Matti gulped, her knowledge of the stories making her all too aware of what that could mean, even if she knew the nurse probably wouldn't do most of those things to her, even if a part of her might want to try them out. "Y-Yes, ma'am," she nodded.

"Good. Now, I'd say you've been through enough tonight, so I'm not going to tell the headmistress you were up past curfew, as long as you promise me you're going to go straight back to your room. Can you do that?" the nurse asked.

"Y-Yes, ma'am," Matti glanced down at her feet, feeling bad that, despite the important mission she was on, she was lying to this woman. How could she not, though? She didn't even have a room to go back to!

"Young lady," the nurse grabbed Matti's chin, lifting it up, forcing her to look her in the eye. "Are you going to behave, or do I need to call the headmistress right now, and have her bring the paddle?"

Matti's eyes widened. Was that a bluff? Did this school actually still spank its students?! Part of her was scared to find out, but another part couldn't help being curious as she fidgeted there in her diaper and uniform. How much further could this possibly go?! She swallowed, trying to quiet that second part down as she promised, "I-I'll be good."

"Very good," the nurse patted her on the head, and then the bottom, Matti squeaking as she felt it, and heard her diaper rustle. "Good night."

She grabbed her bag and trotted to the door, doing her best to walk normally, to avoid having to waddle with all that extra bulk between her legs, and failing. It was so soft, so humiliating, at once exactly like she imagined, and not at all. Already, she could feel the heat building up under those layers of padding and plastic, the plastic itself poking against her skin, not nearly as comfy as the rest of the diaper.

It was still a bit overwhelming, and, on the other side of the nurse's door, she almost caught herself giving the diaper a rub, but, instead, she made herself stop, opening the flap of the messenger bag instead, blushing down at Sierra. "S-Sorry," she said. "I-I was..." She squirmed, her diaper crinkling in a way that she was positive Sierra had to be familiar with, even if, somehow, she'd missed everything that had happened. "Wh-Which way do we go now?"

Sierra looked up at her for a long moment, then closed her eyes and pointed, Matti glad to have this search to concentrate on as she toddled down the hall, every step making her more conflicted about whether she liked this diapers or not, if they lived up to the fantasies she'd created that day, or if the real thing just wasn't as good.

She was so confused by that, she almost didn't have time to react when she turned a corner and nearly ran into a trio of girls, all wearing the same uniform as her, except with a white shirt, rather than a blue one. If she had to guess, she'd assume they were seniors in high school, but, thanks to her tiny size, they still towered over her as she frantically closed her bag, trying to hide Sierra.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them smirked. "What is a little freshman like you doing running around after curfew?"

A freshman?! She was older than all of these girls, how could they think she was that much younger than them?! She couldn't even defend herself, definitely not about to tell them the truth. She tried to make herself feel better, telling herself that the color of her shirt might have been what made them think that, but, looking up at them, comparing her scrawny, flat body to theirs, she doubted that was all it was.

"I-I was just..." she stammered.

"J-Just what?" another girl mocked her, stepping around to the other side of her, blocking her from being able to easily escape back down the hallway from where she'd come, Matti turning to face her. "I can't imagine a nerd like you was even up to anything interesting. What could you possibly have been doing?"

Matti blushed. It was probably just the glasses, yet the fact that the girl had called her that, as if she knew her, made it hard for her to remember that she was a college senior, not the scared little freshman they thought she was.

"You were asked a question," the first girl stepped in closer. "Don't you know it's rude not to answer?"

Before Matti could react, she felt the girl's hand slip past the waistband of her skirt. She gasped, shaking her head, seeing where this was going. "N-No!" she exclaimed as the girl's hand tightened around the waistband of her diaper.

"What the hell?" the girl chuckled, giving the diaper a tug. Matti squealed as she felt the padding of the diaper being forced up between her legs more forcefully, giving her a wedgie. "Wait, are you seriously wearing...? Aubrey, check this out!"

The third girl, who had been standing back, watching it all play out, clearly the leader, smirked, taking a step in at last. "What?" she asked. "Is she still wearing Sofia panties or something?"

"Even better," the other girl declared, giving the diaper another yank, nearly lifting Matti off her feet. "Look at this!"

"St-Stop it!" Matti insisted, her protests, only making the girl wedgie her harder, making her sneakers squeak against the floor as she squirmed helplessly in her grip, trapped there as the three bigger girls gathered around, looking at the diaper being yanked up from beneath her skirt.

"Is that seriously a diaper?" Aubrey snorted. "I have to get a pic of this! I can't believe someone here still needs diapers! Even for a freshie, that's sad."

"N-No, I don't..." Matti shook her head.

"What?" Aubrey asked. "You don't need them? Then why are you wearing them?" Her crony gave another tug, the girls giggling at Matti's squeal as she was nearly lifted off the floor.

"If you don't need them," the other girl asked, "Why don't you show us?"

Finally, Matti was released from the wedgie, and she scrambled away as far as she could get, which, with the three girls surrounding her, wasn't far at all, just backing herself into the wall. "I-I don't want to," she gulped.

"Why not?" Aubrey sneered. "Do you have something to hide? Did you have a little accident?"

She hadn't, but, even with her reservations about the diapers, being in them after a whole day of fantasizing had been exciting enough that she wasn't sure she could exactly call them completely dry, especially as she'd been walking, the snug padding sometimes rubbing just the right way between her legs.

"Aww, are you on the way to the nurse's office, little pee-pee pants?" another girl teased. "Go on, show your big sisters! We won't make fun of you... Too much."

Matti tried to back away as the girls advanced, but there was nowhere for her to go. She whimpered, hands clutching at her skirt as the girls reached for it, knowing she had no hope of getting away from all three of them.

"What is going on here?"

The voice, strangely, sounded oddly familiar to Matti. And, clearly, to the girls, as they immediately turned around, doing their best to sound innocent. "Nothing, Miss Hale," one of them chirped.

Aubrey, obviously realizing that wasn't going to work, shot her friend a dirty look and said instead, "This freshman was lost, and we were helping her find her way back to her room."

"And what were any of you doing out here past curfew? You weren't out smoking again, were you?" The three girls squirmed, as Matti adjusted her skirt, trying to hide her diaper again, and to place that voice, which she was certain now that she'd heard before.

"No, ma'am," they all said. Even Matti, who didn't know them the way this teacher seemed to, could tell they were lying.

"Hmm," the woman raised an eyebrow, stepping a little closer, out of the shadows. Immediately, Matti knew exactly where she knew her from, and she ducked her head, hoping that she didn't recognize her.

She'd probably known her last name, but it hadn't really registered. She'd known her as Jasmine, a senior when she really had been a freshman, though in college, not high school. They'd been in trivia club together, and Jasmine had absolutely hated that Matti was better than her, beating her easily every time they competed. She'd heard that Jasmine had gotten a job teaching nearby, but what were the odds that it would be here?!

"Don't let me catch you out this late again," she warned the trio. "Get back to your rooms. I'll handle her."

The three girls ran off, leaving Matti all alone, tugging nervously on her skirt, praying that Jasmine wouldn't recognize her. There was no way she would, right? It had been years since they'd seen each other, and there was no reason she would think that a freshman at her school was someone she'd gone to college with years ago, right?

"It's okay," Jasmine told her. "You don't have to look so scared. Come on, come sit in my classroom for a minute and calm down. I know those girls can be a bit mean, but you're all right now."

Matti shook her head, too afraid to speak for fear that her voice would give her away. "Just a minute," Jasmine said, stepping to the door she'd emerged from, the papers spread out over the desk at the front making it clear that she must have been working, until she overheard the commotion in the hall.

Matti looked back and forth down the hall, wondering if she could outrun the woman. She had played sports, once upon a time, but that had been a while ago, and Jasmine's legs were definitely longer than hers. Finally, she nodded, following her into the classroom, anxiously adjusting her skirt some more, praying Jasmine hadn't overheard the teasing, or seen her diaper, knowing that would make it all the worse, whether she knew who Matti was or not.

"Sit down," Jasmine invited, gesturing at one of the desks at the front of the room, as she closed the door, then stepped behind her own desk. Matti set her bag on one desk, slipping into the one beside it, being careful to keep her legs closed, giving her skirt another tug, all of this just reminding her why she hated wearing them so much, though, of course, she usually wasn't trying to hide a diaper underneath them.

She squirmed, hearing her diaper rustling beneath her, at once horrifying her at the thought of Jasmine finding out about it, and thrilling her for the same reason, imagining what would happen in one of Sierra's stories if this happened, even as she reprimanded herself, knowing that there was no way any of that would happen, not in the real world, not to her.

Jasmine smiled, leaning forward in her chair. "So, Mathilda, why don't you tell me what you're doing in this school, dressed like that?"

Matti gasped, head raising at the sound of her name, almost as if to confirm her suspicions about what being so close to Sierra was doing to her luck. If there had been any doubt in Jasmine's mind about who she was, Matti could see them wash away, her grin widening as Matti gave her a perfect glimpse of her face.

"J-Jasmine?" Matti asked, as if, until then, she hadn't recognized the woman.

"I think as long as you're wearing that uniform, you'd better call me Miss Hale. Go on, I'm sure this is quite the story," Jasmine told her sternly, the tone sending a shiver down Matti's spine, as did the paddle the woman pulled out of a drawer, laying on her desk threateningly. "In fact," she added, "it had better be, or else."