"That has mayo on it, too, doesn't it?" Matti wrinkled her nose, pointing.

The worker, to her credit, didn't roll her eyes, but she looked like she was on the verge of it, and Matti couldn't exactly blame her. Nor could she blame the people she could hear getting impatient behind her. There was a reason she never ate here, but today, she hadn't felt like she had a choice.

"What about...?" she asked, starting to bend over to get a better look before stopping herself short, cheeks burning, knowing that if she went too far, she'd wind up flashing her Pull-Up to everyone else in the line. Which, to be fair, might get a little sympathy from them, as long as they assumed she needed them, rather than that she was wearing them because she liked them.

"You could always think about it and come back later," the worker suggested. Matti didn't have time for that, though, glancing back to see how long the line was.

That was another reason she didn't eat here. It was pretty small, so unless you arrived early, you could end up taking longer here waiting than going across campus to the cafeteria. And her friends were usually hanging out in the cafeteria, which was a nice bonus. And the cafeteria had more variety of things she would actually eat.

Today, however, she couldn't bear the idea of letting her friends see her this way. Even disregarding the possibility of them spotting her trainers, she knew the way they gawked at Kelsey when she came around in her uniforms. It would be too weird to have them stare at her that way. Although, if she was being honest, maybe there was a tiny part of her that was jealous of the attention her sister got? But she had a lot more to look at, too, so even if the guys saw her, they might not look at her the same way, and, perhaps, that would be even worse. But that was silly! She didn't care how a bunch of guys looked at her! She didn't want to draw attention to herself! Right?

So, reluctantly, she'd come to the little deli style eatery on campus, supposedly put there for students to get a quick lunch between classes, even if it rarely worked out that way. Her pickiness was not helping her, however, as every sandwich she saw there had something unappealing about it to her. Really, all she could do was pick the least offensive one and get out of the way before she caused a riot.

"I'll take that," she said reluctantly.

"Great!" she worker beamed, probably swallowing a, "Finally!" to go with it. "Do you want it toasted?"

"No!" Matti shook her head quickly, grabbing a bag of chips and pulling her student ID out of her bag to be scanned. That was the last thing she wanted, since there was only one thing on the sandwich that she actually liked. She took the bag and scurried out of the deli, avoiding as much eye contact with the people in line as she could.

A basil, tomato, and mozzarella sandwich seemed inoffensive enough, but she didn't like raw tomato, and she wasn't so sure about basil, either. Perhaps toasting would have made the tomato more palatable, but it was such a big slice, she doubted it. They'd put the basil between the cheese and the tomato, which was kind of a good thing, since it provided a bit of a barrier, but it also meant that the tomato was right up against one of the pieces of bread, its juices soaking in, so she had to get rid of that, too, her stomach churning a little at the idea of putting it in her mouth.

Of course, her stomach was starting to churn anyway, for what was almost certainly a completely different reason. Was that fiber Valerie had put in her drink starting to catch up with her? She blushed, squirming as she sat on a bench, nibbling on her cheese and bread and chips. It wasn't too bad yet, thankfully. If she needed to, she could still get to a bathroom so she wouldn't have to spend the rest of the day waddling around in a messy Pull-Up, but she didn't think she was at that point yet.

It didn't take her long to finish her lunch, such as it was, and she couldn't go to her room to relax, so she was one of the first students to her next class, which was Dr. Osswald's math class. As soon as she walked in, she felt herself start to blush, remembering all the degrading things she'd done in this room, the feeling even more intense than usual since she was currently padded, like she had been for all of that, though at least her Pull-Ups were much thinner than what she normally wore.

She didn't mean to, but as she walked in, glancing anxiously up at the chalkboards, like she always did, to ensure she hadn't forgotten to erase one of her lines, even though her last session had been days ago, she caught Dr. Osswald's eye, and she saw, for a moment, a hint of confusion at Matti's outfit. Matti blushed, adjusting her crop top self-consciously, but she was actually glad to see some sort of reaction from one of her teachers, some sign that what she was wearing was out of the ordinary.

Matti sat in the front, again. There weren't many people to potentially catch a glimpse under her skirt as she walked up the steps towards her usual seat, but Dr. Osswald was there, and she was the one that she least wanted to discover her secret. She leaned over, getting her stuff out of her bag, then sat up and let out a gasp, jolting in her chair as she found the teacher standing right over her. She blushed, wiggling in her seat to confirm that she was still dry, and the surprise hadn't jolted anything out of her.

"Oh, sorry, dear," Dr. Osswald told her. "I didn't mean to scare you!"

"N-No, it's fine," Matti said. "Do you... need something?"

She swallowed, staring up at the woman, her mind again flashing to her training sessions in this room on the weekend. Had the teacher found out what was really going on, while Valerie was 'tutoring' her?!

"I was just wondering if we could have a little meeting after class," Dr. Osswald replied mysteriously, doing nothing to soothe Matti's fears. "You have some time before your next class, don't you?"

Matti considered lying, but she was too nervous to be convincing. "Y-Yeah, I do," she admitted.

"Perfect," Dr. Osswald smiled. "Don't worry, it shouldn't take long!"

Was that a good sign or not? Dr. Osswald hadn't looked disgusted in her, and hadn't kicked her out of the room entirely, and Matti could see her doing either if she'd known what was really happening here on the weekend. That didn't keep her from imagining the worst, however, as she fidgeted her way through class, doing her best to pay attention, but spending more time worrying about how this meeting was going to go.

Teachers had wanted to have meetings with her before, called her into their office after class, but it was always a good thing, them telling her what a good job she'd done on her last assignment, or something like that. This, Matti was certain, was not going to be one of those. There was something about that that was kind of exciting, really, and she did catch herself fantasizing about Dr. Osswald bending her over her desk, spanking her because of what she'd found out she was using her classroom for on the weekends, but she had to force herself to stop. That wasn't going to happen, and even if it did, it would mean that Dr. Osswald would find out about her Pull-Ups, which was the last thing she wanted. She didn't want anyone to know she was wearing those! It might be hot to think about, but the reality wouldn't be nearly as fun, she was sure.

They hadn't really set anything up, so the easiest thing to do would be to pretend she'd forgotten and leave before they could, filing out with the rest of the students. She knew she was being a chicken by doing that, and she'd only be delaying the inevitable, but if she could at least do this while she was dressed normally, and hopefully not wearing a Pull-Up, she was sure she'd feel a lot better about it.

To that end, she tried to start packing her bag up early, so she could hop up as soon as class was dismissed, but every time she did, she caught Dr. Osswald looking in her direction. She didn't want to make it obvious what she was doing, and she wasn't sure how she could subtly slip her book into her bag, or close her laptop, indicating she wasn't taking any more notes, not while she was sitting in the front row. From her usual seat, it would have been no problem, but now, she was stuck.

So she didn't get a head start on the rush to the door, and by the time she had everything shoved into her bag and was on her way, the rest of the students who had sat in the front were gone, making it simple for Dr. Osswald to spot her and call, "Could I talk to you for a minute, Matti?"

"O-Oh, right," Matti chuckled, pretending it had slipped her mind. "Of course, ma'am." She sank down in the nearest seat, nibbling her bottom lip anxiously.

"Well, then," Dr. Osswald declared, once the rest of the class was gone. "Would you feel more comfortable in my office, or can we just talk here?"

"H-Here is fine," Matti gulped, blushing as she looked over at the chalkboards. She might have felt better without them, and the memories attached to them, looming over her, but she wanted to get this over with, and Dr. Osswald's office was on the other side of the building. "L-Listen, if this is about my clothes, I can..."

"What?" Dr. Osswald tilted her head, then smiled. "This isn't high school, Matti. You can dress however you like. College is a time to experiment, and find your true self. I'm not sure this is it," she looked to Matti's shirt, Matti blushing, "but if you want to try it, good for you."

"R-Right," Matti nodded. "Y-Yeah, that's all it is."

"Sure," Dr. Osswald said. "Now, then, what I actually want to talk about is your grades."

"Oh," Matti squirmed. "R-Right."

All of her grades had been suffering, thanks to Valerie, but this class had probably been hit the worst. It didn't help that she'd skipped a few classes, right after her 'training' had started, because she had been too embarrassed to show her face in the classroom again, even if nobody, hopefully, knew what had happened there.

"I know you're a good student," Dr. Osswald told her. "I've seen this before, with seniors. It suddenly hits them how close they are to graduating, and having to go out into the real world, and they panic, and do a little self-sabotage."

"Umm... Yeah," Matti said. "That's probably it."

"That's natural, too," Dr. Osswald assured her. "But, Matti, I have to grade you on what you turn in, and how much you actually show up to class, not on the student I know that you can be. And you've been lacking in both of those departments lately. I hate to say it, but at this rate, I'm not sure you can recover in time."

Matti blushed, wiggling in her chair. "R-Really?" she asked quietly. Was Dr. Osswald about to tell her that she was flunking her class?! Matti had never, ever done that before! It was all Valerie's fault, of course, but that didn't make her feel any better as she sat there, feeling very much like a stupid little schoolgirl, getting scolded by her teacher. "I-I need this class to graduate," she realized, head spinning. "I-It isn't offered next semester, so if I don't pass..."

She went quiet, but they both knew what that meant. If she didn't pass, she was going to have to stay in college an extra semester, to have the chance to take it again. She was, essentially, going to be held back a grade.

Her! Matti! The girl who had skipped a grade! And here she was, dressed like a girly little slut, wearing a Pull-Up, being told that she was on the verge of being held back.

"It's okay," Dr. Osswald put a hand on her shoulder. "It would be difficult to do, with your normal assignments. But I do have something in mind, if you'd be interested in getting some extra credit."

"R-Really?" Matti looked up at her gratefully.

"Really," Dr. Osswald smiled gently. "Like I said, despite your performance lately, I know you're a good student. And I've been wanting to get my daughter, Kiara, a little extra help. She's a good student, too, but this is her last year of high school, and I want to give her all the help she can get, to be sure she can get accepted into whatever school she wants."

"You want me to... tutor her?" Matti wrinkled her nose. She was not exactly a big fan of kids, and having to spend a bunch of one on one time with one didn't sound appealing to her at all.

"You don't have to," Dr. Osswald told her. "But if you want that extra credit..."

So, what she was saying was that Matti did, in fact, have to, if she wanted to graduate. Matti pouted, doing her best to keep her displeasure hidden otherwise. This was all Valerie's fault! She should be the one who had to do this! But Matti was the one who was teetering on the edge of not graduating.

"Okay," she sighed. "When do you want me to start?"

"This afternoon, preferably," Dr. Osswald smiled. "Not too late, because she has dance class in the evening. Honestly, I'm worried I've waited too long already!"

Was it really that bad? Who was this kid? "I-I've never tutored before," she warned. "I can't promise..."

"Just do your best," Dr. Osswald assured her. "That's all I'm asking."

But was she going to blame Matti if her daughter didn't get accepted into any and every college she applied to? The last thing Matti had needed was one more thing to worry about, but here she was.

And, to make matters worse, she had cheerleading practice that afternoon, too. There was no way she was going to have time for both! She didn't particularly want to do either, but the choice was simple. She had to do one to have a chance at graduating, and the other was just to make her sister, and Valerie, happy.

She tracked Valerie down first, hoping to get a little sympathy from her, and perhaps the key to their room. Instead, when she explained it all to the cheerleader, she burst out laughing. "You, a tutor?" she snickered. "That poor little girl."

"Yeah, yeah," Matti rolled her eyes. "But it means I can't go to practice this afternoon, so I won't be able to get the key from you then. So, can I have it now so I can go change?"

"Why?" Valerie smirked. "Did you have a little accident already?"

Matti's face turned bright red as she looked around, trying to make sure nobody had overheard. "No!"

"Are you sure?" Valerie teased, reaching out, running a hand up Matti's inner thigh, Matti blushing even deeper. Was she seriously about to check her, right out in the open, in the middle of campus?! She shivered at the thought, a part of her almost wanting the other girl's fingers to keep creeping up her leg.

"I-I'm sure!" Matti insisted.

"All right," Valerie shrugged. "Then you'll still be dry when you get back from your new little job, then, won't you?"

"Come on, Valerie," Matti whined. "This is important! You can't make me show up there like this!"

"I can," Valerie reminded her with a withering glare, "and I will. Or would you rather I send you there in a diaper?"

"No!" Matti hissed, looking around again, a shiver running up her spine at the sound of the last word, spoken so loudly and plainly.

"Have fun, then. I'll be waiting to let you into our room when you get back," Valerie told her, sending her away with a swat to the bottom. "And make sure you schedule the rest of your little sessions for when you don't have practice!"

Of course, that meant that when she went to see Kelsey to explain things to her, she was still in the same outfit. "What is this?" Kelsey raised an eyebrow, looking her up and down, Matti nervously tugging at her skirt, hoping her sister's babysitting experience wasn't good enough to let her recognize a bit of extra padding on sight. "Are you trying to be clever or something? Is this what you think the other cheerleaders dress like?"

"No!" Matti shook her head. "I-It wasn't me! Valerie picked it out for me!"

"She did, huh?" Kelsey asked. "Maybe she's a bad influence on you." For a moment, Matti wondered if Kelsey meant it, if she was going to help her escape from the other cheerleader, but it was obvious that Kelsey meant it as a joke. "It's cute," she shrugged. "I mean, I'm not used to seeing it on you, but it's nice to see you branching out."

"Y-Yeah," Matti blushed. "Sure. But, uh... I actually need to tell you something. One of my professors wants me to tutor their daughter, and she wants me to start today, when practice is."

Kelsey smirked. "You? A tutor?"

"You don't know!" Matti glared at her. "I might be a great tutor!"

"Yeah, if you don't kill that poor kid," Kelsey shrugged. "You aren't doing this to get out of your promise, are you? You told me you were going to..."

"I know," Matti sighed. "We're going to work out the rest of my schedule when I get there, and I'll be sure I'm able to come to as many practices as I can on top of this, okay?"

"Okay," Kelsey said skeptically. "I'm just surprised you volunteered for something like this."

She hadn't, of course, but she was too embarrassed to admit what had really happened. "My professor asked me," she explained, leaving out the reason why. "How could I say no?"

"That's true," Kelsey replied. "You always have been a teacher's pet."

Matti stuck her tongue out, but she was glad that her sister seemed ready to let this slide, at least this time. She almost wished it had all been a ruse, and she was actually going to go do something fun with her time away from practice. She wasn't, though, and she couldn't, really. She couldn't get back into her room to change into something normal so she could hang out with her friends, or just hole up there and have some time to herself. And, even if she could, she knew that was a bad idea, because she really couldn't afford to get on Dr. Osswald's bad side by blowing this off.

So, reluctantly, when the time came, she put the address her professor had given to her into her phone and walked away from campus. It wasn't too far, really, as Dr. Osswald had promised, and the house she wound up at was pretty nice, not huge, but cute, and well maintained. She knocked on the door and waited.

It opened, and, to Matti's surprise, she had to look down a bit, an experience she didn't often have with other people. The girl was a couple inches shorter than her, and absolutely adorable, standing there in her school uniform, dark hair held back by a hair band. Matti would have assumed there was no way she could be the eighteen year old Dr. Osswald had hired her to tutor, if not for her curves, which certainly put Matti to shame, even while Matti was wearing a far more revealing outfit than her. She would probably give the other cheerleaders a run for their money!

Even so, Matti had her doubts. "Hello," she waved, not knowing how formal she ought to be. "Do you have a big sister?"

The girl wrinkled her nose, looking her up and down. "No, I don't," she huffed. "Are you supposed to be my tutor?"

Matti blushed, adjusting her skirt, feeling the girl judging her on her outfit, her Pull-Up feeling thicker and bulkier than ever. "I-I am," she nodded.

"Wow," Kiara scoffed, crossing her arms. "I knew this was going to be pointless, but I thought mom would at least find me somebody continent."

"Wh-What?!" Matti's eyes widened, heart thumping loudly in her chest. How could she possibly have known already?!

"Competent," Kiara repeated, rolling her eyes. "You know, somebody who doesn't still play with Barbies." She gestured at Matti's chest, where the logo was so proudly displayed. "And who knows how to tie shoes."

"O-Oh, I don't..." Matti shook her head, wanting to explain that she'd never liked Barbies at all, only to get flustered, realizing it might sound like she was responding to the latter part, and Kiara's judgement of her showing up in Velcro sneakers. "I-I can..."

"Whatever," Kiara shrugged. "You might as well come in, I guess." She stepped aside, Matti carefully sliding in, the crinkling of her Pull-Ups sounding so much louder and more obvious in the small hallway. It was going to be okay, though, she told herself, as she followed Kiara through the house. How hard could being a tutor really be?