No Longer In Charge
I lean back in my chair and took a good, long sip of coffee. It’s my third cup of the day, and goddammit do I need it.
For the past week, I’ve been on after-school detention duty, placed in charge of looking after a group of little delinquents. I usually don’t mind the extra hours. My position as the school counselor is always on the chopping block in budget meetings, so I try to make an effort to be as useful as possible.
Unfortunately, I drew the short straw this week and ended up stuck with a group of three girls: Jenna, Julie, and Jackie. Jenna is a track star and she’s nearly as tall as me. Julie is the brains of the group and the only one who ever attempts studying during detention. And then there’s Jackie, who likely spends most of her day looking into a compact mirror. They all couldn’t have been more different, and yet they’re best friends.
On paper, they shouldn’t have been so much trouble, but after spending three days stuck in the same room as them, I was about to flip my lid. The ceaseless, bubbly girl-talk was driving me up the wall. No matter how many times I shushed them, conversations would start back up in a matter of minutes.
And it was sooooo convenient that all three girls never had their phones on them when I asked them to leave them on my desk. Instead of getting my work done as I should’ve, I’ve had to watch the three girls like a hawk, waiting for one of them to slip up and pull out their phone. On their last day of detention, I got my wish.
“I’ll take that!” I assert as I snatch a phone out of Jenna’s hand. “Weren’t you here for texting in class in the first place? Happy to see you really learned your lesson.”
Jenna rolls her eyes, “Dude, come on! It’s the last day of detention and we only have 20 minutes left.”
I smirk, “Well, you should’ve thought about that before. You can have it back tomorrow after another stint in detention.”
“God! That’s so unfair!” Jenna folds her arms and blushes, feeling heated and a little embarrassed that a teacher would do this in front of her friends.
I turn around and walk back to my desk, feeling quite good about myself, “You see, this is the problem with your generaTION!!”
Suddenly, I trip over my own feet and fall to the ground, causing uproarious laughter from the small group of girls. I stand up quickly, trying to save face, but the damage was already done, “T-That’s it! All of you are getting extra detention!”
I step forward to stand my ground, only to fall over a second time. This time, the girls aren’t laughing. They sit up in their desks with slight concern in their eyes. “Are you okay?” asks Julie.
“Yeah, I’m...fine?” I lift my head, watching my shoes slide off of my feet with ease. I pick one up and place it back on, discovering that the shoe is now twice the size of my foot. “What in the…”
Jenna stands up and offers me a hand, “Here, let me help you, dude.”
Reluctantly, I grab her hand and she pulls me back to my feet. As I stand next to her, I notice something’s off, but I can’t put my finger on it.
But Jenna knew instantly what was wrong, “Umm...were you always shorter than me? And... your hair!”
I reach up, feeling as my receding hairline was quickly filling back in and then some. I turn my head, causing the wisps of hair tickling the back of my neck, which was a completely foreign sensation. I grab the ends of my hair and pull them forward, staring in awe as they seem to grow in my hands...MY HANDS!
I drop my hair and flip my hands back and forth, noticing how petite and dainty they’ve become. “I-I think I need to...see the nurse.”
I try to step around Jenna and the other girls, but they all get up and block my path, “And just where do you think you’re going?”
I open my mouth to speak, but my attention soon falls to my pants, which have become quite loose. As I reach down to grab them, my shirt joins in and starts sliding down my torso. I slap my other hand against my chest, feeling a sharp pain that causes me to yelp.
The girls giggle and surround me. Before I know what’s going on, I feel hands start to latch onto my body, “It’s so weird, it feels like his flesh is moving around!” shouts Jackie enthusiastically. I shift my hand to my stomach, realizing that as dense as Jackie is, she is 1000% right. The fat under my skin is moving, sending globs of flesh upward towards my chest. I let go of my pants, allowing them to drop to the floor and use both hands to push against my moving fat.
Jenna, sporting a wicked grin, grabs my arms and pins them behind my back. With nothing to hold the fat back, I watch with horror as two well-sized breasts form on my chest. A pair of hands soon cups them, causing me to moan in a voice that isn’t mine.
“Hehe, she’s getting very squishy,” giggles Jackie.
“I think she’ll be as big as you,” quips Julie.
Jenna releases my hands and moves downward to assess my ever-expanding buttocks. The amount of hands rubbing over my body is too much for me to handle. I can’t even think straight. I just know I need to get out of here!
With all the strength I have, I quickly back up and clear some distance between myself and the other girls. “W-what’s wrong with you three?! This is serious!”
“Haha! Don’t look now, but I think the new girl’s wardrobe is coming in next!” Jenna's words are filled with venom, as she and other girls step forward, backing me into a corner.
I look down, watching the sleeves of my shirt receding up my arms. The fabric starts to stretch around my chest. Part of the shirt breaks off and shuffles around my new assets, pushing them up and holding them tightly. The legs of my boxers melt together and start to grow down my thighs.
Meanwhile, my facial hair begins to fall off of my face. My hands move up to hold it, only to discover just how soft my skin feels. And not just that, my nose feels smaller and my chin is far less pointed! As the last of my facial hair falls out, I feel my lips inflate, becoming very plump and kissable.
“Looks like the new girl is ready for her first day!” says Jenna sarcastically. I was so concerned with my face that I didn’t even notice my clothes had finished their transformation. I was now wearing a high school girls uniform, with a long-sleeve blouse, a skirt, and even a new pair of black shoes that clicked with every step I made.
In a panic, I reach down, tugging on the shirt wrapped around my waist. This only eggs on the girls chuckling.
“I think her name was Tyler before, yeah?” asks Julie, looking at the other girls.
Jackie grins widely, “Well, I don’t think that’s a very fitting name anymore. I think we should call her Tyra!”
The three girls break down in laughter, which only serves to intensify my rage. “Why are you three just standing there?! I’m supposed to be your counselor! Jenna! I don’t know what you did, but you need to fix this!”
Jenna’s expression widens in surprise, “Me?! I didn’t do shit! But I’m certainly enjoying the show!”
“Well then, whoever is responsible needs to step forward nOw!” As I scream, my voice cracks, rising up an octave at the end. I suddenly feel the same strange sensation from earlier returning. “Uh oh…” I say in a much higher pitch.
Jenna walks up to me, now standing almost a foot taller, “Looks like we’re going to have a new middle-schooler, girls.”
I feel the weird sensation of my hair starting to pull back into my head. I raise my arms, witnessing my sleeves become ill-fitting, falling to my fingertips once more. The other two girls walk up next to Jenna, forcing me to come face to face with the cold reality that I am now the shortest one in the room. “Please, help me,” I plead.
“Oh we’re gonna help you alright,” says Jenna, with a tone that couldn’t have been more foreboding.
Without another word, the girls grab on to me again and carry me over to one of the desks. My shoes fall off my feet for the second time along the way.
As my transition from teenager to preteen continues, the girls get to work. “We’re gonna help you be the best girl you can be, Tyra!” Says Jenna, grabbing my arms and holding them behind my back. I’m powerless to stop them, as Jackie runs over with a make-up bag in hand. And she wastes no time getting to work.
I wiggle and thrash, trying to prevent Jackie from giving me a new paint job, but Jenna really has a way with twisting my arm...literally. I decide it’s probably in my best interest to get it over with and get out of here as fast as possible.
It only takes a few minutes for Jackie to smother my face with girly products. And with each product she uses, they made sure to explain to me how it works and how to replicate it on my own, as if I’ll ever need to know this shit.
“All done!” Jackie elates, as she steps back to admire her work. Jenna rounds to meet me face to face, holding up a small mirror. My eyes nearly bulge out of my skull at seeing myself for the first time.
There was no remnant of the man I used to be. All I could see was a short, cute, and plucky middle-school girl. A rush of emotions builds within me, as tears start to fall down my face.
“Why are you so sad? You look beautiful!” chimes Jackie as she comes in close and gives me a big hug.
It’s only at this moment that I realize my outfit had changed once again. Now, I’m wearing an identical uniform as the other girls.
Across the room, Julie, who had been digging through my desk, snatches my phone and comes over to join the other two. They all get in close, pushing me to the center. Jenna makes sure to keep a strong grip on my arms, “Alright girls, I think it’s time to update the newbies status! Say poggers!”
I look up just in time for Julie to snap a group photo, with me stuck in the middle.
The second the photo is taken, I feel the strange sensations rising within me once more. If I don’t get out of here soon, I might be stuck like this, or worse, forever!
I start to shrink again, my sleeves once more become loose. This might be my only chance. I drop to the floor, sliding out of my shirt, and crawl under a desk. I then raise my feet and kick forward, knocking the three girls over like a set of bowling pins.
With great urgency, I stand back up and bolt for the door, exiting into the hallway. I sprint as fast as I can, as the rest of my clothing continues to loosen around my ever-shrinking body.
I reach the nurse’s office, only to find that the door is locked! As I stand frozen, trying to figure out my next move...
“Tyra!” I hear Jenna scream from down the hall. I know I have no chance of outrunning her. I need to hide. I turn and see the open single-user bathroom across from the nurse’s office. I quickly hurry inside and slam the door shut, falling to the ground from the force of my momentum.
I stand back up and run to lock the door, only to find out that not only am I too short to reach the lock, I’m also too short to reach the doorknob. Until someone comes to find me, I’m stuck in here. Of course, there are three people I absolutely do not want to find me.
“Did any of you see where she went?” remarks Julie.
“She must be hiding somewhere, and keep in mind, she might look younger now,” states Jenna, who’s clearly taken on a leadership role.
I listen with bated breath as the girls separate in different directions to find me, leaving me all alone.
For the first time in what feels like forever, I actually have a second to catch my breath. I may be stuck, but at least I’m safe.
I turn my head, seeing my reflection in the full-length mirror. I was so caught up in my escape that I barely paid any attention to my new transformation. I couldn’t have been older than 7 or 8 years old now! My hair was considerably shorter and was tied up in pigtails. My bra had grown into a fully finished top that matched with my new skirt to make a perfect elementary school uniform.
Unable to contain my emotions, I start to cry once more, “Why is this happening to me? What did I do?!”
Instead of receiving any answers to my questions, all I got was a sudden twinge from my bladder. All that coffee I’d drunk today was finally about to hit me. The feeling to go is so strong, much stronger than I’m used to. I didn’t just have the external body of a little girl, I was a little girl through and through.
With panic starting to build, I look over to the now-massive toilet sitting in the corner of the room. I hesitate to climb up, thinking about having to pee like a girl for the first time.
That's when I feel the transforming sensation starting up for the fourth time. If I don’t climb up there now, I’ll probably be too small to reach it soon. I swallow my pride and begin my accent.
It takes me about 30 seconds, but with a heavy breath, I reach the summit of mount latrine. I don’t know if I got any smaller during my ascent, but right now, I couldn’t care less. The need to pee was ever-growing. I step carefully on the toilet lid, turning myself around and preparing to lower my...OH GOD, AM I WEARING PANTIES!? I mean, I should’ve guessed, but this is just ridiculous.
I try to shake off my embarrassment and just get it over with, but as I move to pull down my brand new feminine undergarments, my foot slips and I fall backward. Normally, the toilet seat would’ve caught my fall, but by this point, I’d become just small enough to squeeze between the open seat land butt-first into toilet water, soaking the backside of my skirt and panties thoroughly.
If only that was the only liquid I found myself covered in. The fall had caught both me and my bladder by surprise. In the shock of the situation, I no longer possessed the strength to hold on and began to pee myself. Helpless to stop the flow, I resign myself to my fate and let go, pushing out all of the cursed fluids from my tiny body.
The timing couldn’t have been any worse either, as just after I finish, the door to the bathroom swings open. I fully expected to see one of the girls. Instead, I’m greeted by none other than my boss, Principal Newman, who has her infant child strapped to her via a chest harness.
“What on Earth are you doing here!?” shouts Principal Newman in her usual authoritative tone. Frozen in fear, I brace myself for a full lambasting from my temperamental boss like I usually get.
However, the last thing I expected was for her to rush over and pick me up out of the toilet with a look of motherly concern. She then kneels down to be at eye level with me, “Hello, you seem to have gotten yourself a big mess there. Oh no! And that isn’t just water is it!”
I stare down at myself, noticing that my entire outfit is drenched in an unfortunate combination of toilet water and piss. I involuntarily begin to sniffle.
“Oh no, baby girl. It’ll be okay. Let’s get you out of those stinky clothes,” Newman says.
Principal Newman makes quick work of stripping me naked. I cover my toddler-sized body in shame.
“There’s nothing to worry about, sweetie. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” says Newman enthusiastically, as she sets her baby down on the changing table. “Let’s me just get Sonny’s diaper changed and then I’ll get you all taken care of.”
Not knowing what else to do, I nod my head and keep my eyes on the floor. I have never felt so humiliated in all of my life. This is utterly mortifying.
It doesn’t take long for Newman to have her baby re-diapered and placed back in his harness. She then walks over to me, picks me up off the floor, and plops me down on the changing table. “Go ahead and lie back, sweetie,” she coos.
“But-” I stutter, trying to explain myself, but my boss wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.
“Listen here, young lady, your clothes are drenched. I can’t believe your parents would bring you here without a diaper. Now lie back or there will be serious consequences.”
I cower at the Principal’s stern words. Feeling fully helpless, I reluctantly do as I’m told and lie down. I’d seen her give corporal punishment to kids in school before, and I had zero interest in experiencing that first hand.
Principal Newman reaches into her diaper bag and pulls out a small, white rectangle with ABC blocks all over it. She unfolds it and lifts up my legs with ease, sliding the crinkle machine under my bottom. “You’re lucky I keep extra diapers on hand for naughty little wetters like you. The only one I have that’ll fit you is a nighttime diaper, so you’ll just have to deal with the extra padding.”
I wince upon hearing that news and cover my face as she applies a liberal amount of lotion and baby powder. Soon, Newman is pulling the front of the diaper up to my belly button and taping it shut neatly and tightly.
I can’t even remember the last time I wore a diaper. I squeeze my legs inward, finding that no matter how hard I try, I can’t push my knees together. I attempt to sit up, but the bulk of my padding prevents me from doing so. This causes my boss to giggle uncontrollably.
“Come on, baby girl. Let’s go find you something to wear.” Principal Newman picks me up once more and carries me out of the bathroom.
It’s only a short walk over to the admin offices, but every passing second is agony. I feel so vulnerable, being so young, a girl, and wearing nothing but a diaper!
As we enter the office, I glance down the hallway and see Jenna staring at me with a devilish grin. I need to find a way to fix this fast before I end up back in those torturous girls’ clutches.
Newman sets me down in a chair and walks behind the admin desk, pulling out a cardboard box, labeled, “Lost & Found.” I close my eyes, praying for something simple, like a t-shirt and jeans.
“Oh, that’ll be just precious!” My hopes are dashed as Newman returns, carrying a pink, flouncy dress that looks as though it will do absolutely nothing to hide my thick diaper. She also made sure to grab a pair of Mary Jane’s and some white leggings to complete the ensemble. By the time she was finished, there wasn’t a person on this planet that would’ve ever seen me as the man I used to be.
Principal Newman pats my head with a big smile on her face. She then escorts me out of the office and lead me down a hallway that I’d never been in before. All the while, a strange rumbling started to build in my tummy. Today’s coffee wasn’t done with me yet, and the negative side effects were about to hit me full force.
We pass by a set of bathrooms, giving me a glimmer of hope, but Newman grabs me by the wrist and pulls me along. “No more potty time for you! You may be cute, but I know a troublemaker when I see one.”
We approach a door decorated in stickers and glitter. Screams and cheers of tiny voices are audible from outside the room; a foreboding message to anyone passing by.
Principal Newman pushes the door open, unveiling a colorful world of kid-friendly fun. The daycare nursery was filled with kids, with ages ranging from infants to toddlers.
I freeze in place for two reasons. Number one is fear. Unbridled and unmitigated fear. The myriad of children running around with reckless abandon, and the thought of joining them is more terrifying than anything I’ve been through today.
Number two is...well...number two. The urge to use the bathroom is welling up within me to an uncomfortable degree.
I turn to run, but as I do, two big hands grab me by my sides and lift me up into the air with great force. The pressure that the quick rise puts on my bowels is enough to finish the job on my weakened bowel muscles. All at once, an adult’s level of muddy lava squeezes out of my tiny body like a tube of toothpaste. Along with it goes all of my dignity, pride, and any hope of ever returning to my mature, male status. I was nothing more than a helpless little girl, who didn’t even have to power to hold in her poop.
I feel as though I might cry, but the shock is so powerful that I can’t seem to do anything, but hold a blank, twisted expression.
I get set down on my mushy tushy, squishing the mess in my pampers until my entire diaper is swollen with the brown, sticky substance. Principal Newman, who set me down, didn’t seem to notice my predicament, as it was hidden beneath my puffy dress that had spread itself out over the ground. “You’ll find this place is much more fun than a dingy bathroom. See you around, sweetie pie!” And with those final remarks, I was left to my own devices in the daycare.
The sensation of my own waste mashing beneath me was a new level of public humiliation. I couldn’t move, for if I did, I’d cause the mess to ooze even more. So I stayed frozen like a statue, too exhausted to even think about what was going to happen to me.
“Hey, I’m Awice! Do you wanna pway?” I turn my head to see a little girl who looked about the same size as me. In her hands is a box of Legos.
Before I can respond, Alice sits down in front of me and dumps out the building blocks across the carpeted floor. “No one likes to pway with me because I poop my diapees. But I can tell you got a full one too! Let’s be fwiends!”
The girl lounges down on her stomach and begins to put together a large clump of...honestly I don’t really know. I look over at her quite noticeable messy diaper lumps. I guess I’m in no place to judge.
As she continues to play, something within me keeps compelling me to join her. I mean, Legos were always my favorite and it does look like she’s having fun.
I scooch myself in closer, no longer minding the squelching of my nappy for some reason. Before long, Alice and I are lost in a dream world of imagination. We build a spaceship, a boat, and an airplane all in one! I don’t even notice that I wet myself again, adding significant moisture to my already runny diaper load.
Suddenly, the fun is interrupted by a poopy head grown-up that stomps over to us, “Time to go! You’re sister’s here to pick you up.” I feel sad, expecting Alice to be the one who gets picked up. Instead, I feel a hand grab me by the rest and pull me up. Alice waves goodbye to me, “See ya tomowwow!” As I walk, the gushy swamp in my diapers swirls with each step, reminding me of my reality.
“Sister?” I think to myself, “Who on Earth is picking me up and claiming to be my sister?” That question soon gets an answer in the form of Jenna, who stands by the daycare’s front desk with a knowing smile. I shuffle myself behind the daycare worker. My shyness only causes Jenna to giggle.
“Thank you so much for looking after my little sister,” says Jenna. “My parents are out of town on a business trip for the next few months, and it’s so nice that the school has a built-in daycare service.”
The daycare worker smiles at the gratitude, “It’s our pleasure. I can’t wait to get to know this little angel better.” The worker nudges me forward, patting my butt and finally realizing my diaper is so full that it’s close to bursting. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t realize this little one was so messy! I can’t believe she didn’t say anything. I can run her back and give her a quick change if you’d like.”
Jenna shakes her head, chuckling, “Don’t worry about it. This little one just loves to get all messy and squishy. She never tells anyone when she needs a change, isn’t that right, Tyra?”
Feeling as small as an ant from both the tall women standing over me, I nod my head yes as I’m expected to. Suddenly, my legs give out from under me and my body plops itself onto the massively messy nappy. I rush to stand up, but my body doesn’t listen, proceeding to bounce itself up and down and giggling all the while.
Jenna picks me up, cradling me in her arms. She leans down and boops me on the nose with hers, “Come on, you little stinker. Let’s head home.”
Even though I probably should be panicking, I can’t help but feel incredibly safe and cozy, wrapped up in her arms. I relax my head and nuzzle into Jenna’s arms, ready to start my brand new life.
THE END.