The Drop Out
Date Published: September 27, 2023, 4:00am
Written By: Blanket
Disclaimer: All the usual disclaimers apply–this story will probably include some fetishized humiliation and occasional mature themes.
Prompt: Insert someone from real life, such as yourself or a celebrity, as a character in a well-known fictional world. It’s fine to change key details so that they aren’t recognized, and remember to always ask for permission if you are writing about a friend.
Title: The Drop Out
As a child, Emily was a very awkward and shy girl, and as such, she was the target of frequent bullying. Instead of seeking therapy, though, she did what most bullied children do–turn to the internet, and there, she discovered the strange world of diaper fetishism and abdl age play.
At first, she was just reading stories, but after her junior year in high school, she started buying and trying some of the products. She soon owned an oversized binky, a pack of crinkly adult baby diapers, a padded crotch spreader, a few hypnosis tapes, and a few other odds and ends. She’d even wet herself a few times, and found it a surprisingly effective stress reliever.
Everything was fine, until she got really brave and decided to bring her oversized binky to school in hopes of sharing her hobby with her new boyfriend. That’s when her life changed forever. Turns out, the boy she was dating was actually working with some popular girls who were bullying her, and now they had all of the evidence they needed to make her life a nightmare.
The next day, Emily entered the school building to the sounds of girlish giggles, whispers, and mocking laughter. “There’s baby Emily,” one of the girls sang. Cheeks burning, Emily refused to look at the source of the voice. She’d just get to class and get this over with. She didn’t have too many days of school left anyway. She’d just—
Whack! A large box of something landed at her feet. She saw what it was out of the corner of her eye. A box of baby diapers were lying at her feet. She shuddered in embarrassment while the logical side of her mind was trying to make sense of it. How was she ever going to live this down or find any kind of respect? While she was worrying, something cold splashed on her crotch. “Uh-oh, looks like the lil’ baby had an accident! Why weren’t you wearing your diapers?” a girl’s voice mocked. Emily saw the culprit holding a water bottle and sprinting away, but she was too shocked and embarrassed to say anything.
Emily looked down at her crotch in shock and winced, feeling another hot wave of embarrassment come over her. Cruel laughter echoed in her ears. In the midst of the humiliating ordeal, she also felt a strange shudder of pleasure. As shameful as it was to admit, this would be enjoyable if it were happening in a fantasy and not in real life. As Emily tried to ignore her humiliation, she felt her cheeks grow hotter, and tears started to well up in her eyes. Why were they all being so mean to her? All she wanted to do was be loved and cared for. That’s why she shared her secret life with her new boyfriend. She finally looked up and saw the boy she trusted laughing along with the crowd and high-fiving one of the cheerleaders.
“What’s going on here?” one of the teachers asked, appearing in the hallway. She was old and grizzled with wavy gray hair.
“Emily wet her pants!” one of the girls lied.
The teacher turned her face into a half-snarl as she looked at the package of baby diapers then to Emily and then to the other girls, who were slowly dispersing from the gawking crowd and making their way to class so that they wouldn’t be blamed.
Emily could barely hold back her tears. “It’s…just…water…” she said through sniffles.
The teacher lightly turned up her nose at the sniffling girl. “Go to the nurse’s office, and when you’re changed, go to the principal.”
“But…but…it…wasn’t…my…fault,” Emily stammered.
The teacher just glared at her and narrowed her gaze. “Sure it wasn’t, but you always have to be the center of attention, don’t you, Ms. Green?” the teacher asked sarcastically.
“I didn’t…” Emily tried to explain.
“Go to the nurse, now, before I call your parents and tell them what a scene you’ve made this morning!” the teacher yelled.
Defeated, Emily went to the nurse’s office. She explained that the stain on her pants was just water, but they had her change into a pair of sweat pants and put her “soiled” clothes into a bag, anyway. It was just like she had actually wet her pants, and she doubted anyone would believe that she didn’t now that she was wearing the tell tale shameful sweatpants.
Feeling very scared and disoriented, she toddled to her first class, hoping that the worst of the ordeal was over. It wasn’t, though. Her day was peppered with snide remarks about her once secret life. It went from teasing her about being like a baby all the way to accusations of her being a disgusting pervert. By the end of the day, Emily was genuinely afraid to go back to school. A few boys on the bus even threatened her with physical violence.
When she got to her house, she froze and started shaking with anger. They would pay–they would—
She paused when she heard distant laughter from some girls who’d also gotten off in her neighborhood. “What’s she doing?!”
“She looks like she’s about to go poo-poo in her diapers!” one of the girls joked.
Her anger turned to tears and rather than face the girls, she ran home.
She spent the rest of the day cringing and mentally beating herself up. How could she have been so stupid as to believe she actually had a friend at that school, let alone a boyfriend? Her eyes narrowed as she silently declared that she hated everyone at that dumb school, the teachers, her classmates, the principal, everyone!
That day, she made a tough decision. She decided her reputation had been tarnished beyond repair, and she wasn’t going to go back to school. She’d email the principal and ask to drop out. Her parents might be upset, but at that point, she didn’t care about scholarships or college. She only cared about the idea of going down in everyone’s collective consciousness as the weird teenager who likes dressing like a baby and wearing diapers.
Once she finished writing the email, she hit send. It was all over. She wasn’t going to go to school tomorrow.
The next part was the hardest, telling her parents. She stilled herself for yelling and screaming as she approached the front room where her parents were watching a movie with her middle school aged brother. As she got closer, though, she changed her mind. Why did she really need to tell them anything?
She was probably prepared enough to take the GED already, and once she earned a GED, she’d have no need of finishing high school, meaning she wouldn’t have to face the horrible nightmare of all of her classmates knowing her deep dark secret. It was a good plan. Pretend to go to school, but sneak into the GED program at the community college instead.