My School
MY SCHOOL
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I go to an all girls Christian school in a secluded part of New York. I've been going here since I was 6, now I'm 13. My parents live in New York City, and sent me here, because it's the best school in the area.
It is an all Christian school. We all learn together, no matter what type of Christian we are, but we worship at different times, just to keep our Church's traditions. It is a very big Church, a huge school, and the dormitory were also very large.
Every day during learning hours, we have to wear navy blue or black skirts that cover at least up to the knee, and we have to wear a white or light blue sweater or T-shirt. If we would like, we are allowed to wear a T-shirt with a black sweat jacket over it. None of our school clothes are allowed to have any writing it.
During P.E. we have to wear navy blue sweat pants or kaprees and a white or blue T-shirt. On the Sabbath day, we are allowed to wear any color we'd like.
During worship, we must wear a nice dress or a respectful skirt and shirt outfit. Before or after worship or school we can wear anything shirt that does not reveal much cleavage, and that has straps at least three fingers thick. We may wear pants or a skirt, but they have to cover at least down to your finger tips when you put your arms down.
Our education is also important, we only nice, good teachers. We have 3 male teachers(which makes us girls happy) and the rest are female. We have 5.5 hours of learning, and in the middle, we have 30 minutes to eat.
After the end of school learning, we all go to the Church to read the Gospel, sing Psalms, and pray. We can only use the bathroom during lunch, while switching classes, or before and after school(except for during quiet).
THE ACCIDENT
My roommate's name is Julia we don't get along very well. She is very strong, especially compared to me(I'm very small and weak for my age.) She can usually control me. It's pretty funny.
One day, during quiet time(used for homework and reading.) I had to use the bathroom very badly. I told Julia and she laughed at me. We only had 10 minutes until the end of quiet time, I figured I could hold it.
"Come here!" Julia said. I did, just because if I didn't she would drag me to her bed. I sat next to her.
"What?" I said. She said nothing, just grabbed me and put me on her lap. She put a lot of force near my stomach when she did this, and it made me want to pee more. Then she started tickling me.
"Stop! I'm going to pee my pants ALL OVER YOU!" I giggled, even though I was kind of angry.
"NO!" She said continuing to tickle me. I started to pee. I tried to stop, but I couldn't. "Oh no! Poor baby peed her pants!" I started to cry.
"Poor wittle baby! Don't cwy. It's alright! Here, suck on da baby's thumb." She said in baby talk while cradling me and putting my thumb in my mouth. I didn't object. I just sobbed. She carried me to the head master's room.
"What's going on here?!" Ms.B (the Head Master) said.
"Poor wittle baby wet her pants." Julia baby talked.
"Thank you very much Julia. Give her to me." She said while grabbing me from Julia. She started to cradle me. "Julia, please go back to your dormitory room." She dismissed Julia.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! What will you do?" I said through my tears.
"Shhhhhh. Baby, don't stress. You wet your pants. It's no big deal, but crying and sucking your thumb proved you're a baby. That's what we'll treat you like. No more talking, or walking, or dressing yourself, or feeding yourself, or bathing yourself, or using the potty for you for a whole month." She said, not meanly, but sweetly.
BABY HOOD
I started to sob. She called her assistant to get her a big crib, changing table, high chair, bibs, binkies, bottles, formula, baby food, big kid diapers, baby toys, baby clothes, and a razor.
When her assistant returned, the head master brought be to a big room. She got somebody to set up the crib, high chair, and changing table, while she took me into the bathroom. She stripped me, while I sobbed.
She then put me into a bath of warm, soapy water. She cleaned me, and I felt cleaner then ever before. Then, she lathered my private area with shaving cream and shaved off all of my genital hair. When she was done, she took me into the room.
It had baby stuff everywhere. She took me to the changing table, and rubbed me with baby oil and baby powder. Then she put a huge diaper on me. I liked the feel of it a lot. I didn't know why. Then, she put a T-shirt on. The diaper had Elmo on it, and the T-shirt had Barney on it.
She then carried me to the high chair and fed me mashed peaches. I ate them like a good baby. Then, she gave me some weird tasting warm milk, which I realized was baby formula. I liked it. Then, I played. After a while, I had to pee...and poop.
"Ms. B...I need to use the bathroom." I said quietly to her.
"Shhhh honey. For now, you'll call me 'Mommy' and your potty is your diddy. If you need to go, just go. It's all right. You won't get in trouble. You're suppose to. You're just a baby." She said nicely.
So, I did. It was very nice. I smiled, so she let me play in my own pee and poop. I sat there just crawling. I loved it. At 7:30 she grabbed me, "Okay baby. Time for a change. Then a baba and sweepy time."
I stood up and started to walk to her. "No baby. Crawl please. Babies can't walk." She said. I did as I was told. Then, she changed my dirty diddy, gave me a baba, and put me in my cwibby.
Epilogue
This went on for a month. Once that was up, "Mommy" decided I could be a baby, but I had to walk, talk, eat and dress like a big girl. I still wore diapers though. I love it. I love my new mommy. I never want this to end!
Written By: Meme