Raven's Fall

Chapter Six

The only upside to the situation was that I had a lot more time to figure out what to do next.

Maxine had rushed me earlier with that ‘after First Period’ deadline. Now, I had until the end of the day. 

As if having the rest of the morning and the entire afternoon was enough. I was perpetually distracted by the diapers and plastic panties. The awkward bulk never got any more comfortable, and my short skirt left me on edge pretty much every time I did anything. It didn’t matter whether I was with girls in my squad or walking by myself; if anyone saw the padded underwear or noticed a muffled crinkle, I was fucking dead.

By the time lunch was over, I was no closer to a solution than I had been in the wake of Maxine’s initial confrontation.

Between carrot or stick, I was going to have to come up with a tempting carrot. Because after two hours, I couldn’t think of a single fucking thing that would intimidate the nerdy brat enough to let go of the blackmail she had on me. Without my own girls to flank me, which would visually challenge the twins, I was going to continue being outnumbered every time I faced Maxine. And that was before getting into the real reason I had to keep going along with whatever she said.

This was why I had initially gone to the doctor alone, and told her not to send my information to the school. The only reason Maxine knew about the pull-ups was because she somehow caught a glimpse of my file in Nurse Tessa’s office. 

Maybe she was the type who would appreciate a taste of popularity? That’s something that I could theoretically provide, though it would take a lot of work to teach her how to walk and talk in the ways that mattered. It wasn’t as if I could just take her to my table and say that she was going to be at our level moving forward. 

Leaving her alone wouldn’t be good enough, when she had already achieved that by flipping the script on me. She knew that I wouldn’t be bothering her any more.

Then there were the twins. Chloe and Nikki. They seemed faithful enough to Maxine, but what if I could somehow turn them against her?

Two classes until the end of the day. Our school did block scheduling, which meant four classes total, all of which were longer than what you’d find at a school that used a more traditional system. 

I still didn’t know what Maxine wanted, and time was running out. Also, I needed to use the bathroom after lunch. As much as I hated using public restrooms, particularly the ones at our school, there was really no getting around it. Being a cheerleader included hydrating throughout the day, and I had gotten in the habit of meeting my quota via the water bottle I carried with me. Wearing diapers meant that I was going to have to deal with extra steps in the stall. Well, not a stall. After excusing myself early from lunch, I went to the very spot that started this whole ordeal. The private bathroom would keep anyone from glimpsing anything I didn’t want them to see, plus I could use the extra space to deal with the padding I had no experience with.

On the way there, I had mostly been worried about the diapers themselves. Removing them would be as simple as undoing the tape and setting them aside while relieving myself. The tricky part was going to be putting them back on; partly because I had never done it before, and partly because I wasn’t going to be able to lie down like I did for Nurse Tessa. I wasn’t about to trust the bathroom floor, and I was probably too big for the changing table in there.

What I didn’t expect was the plastic panties being an obstacle. While I remembered Maxine somehow cinching them, I still assumed that I’d be able to get the waistband of the pink plastic over my hips with a small tug. Turns out, that wasn’t the case. After a few more assertive pulls, all I achieved was making myself have to pee slightly more due to the pressure I was putting on my bladder. That, and how being in the bathroom in general had signalled my body that it was time to relieve myself, when I still wasn’t able to actually do so.

Eventually, I removed my skirt altogether. I could only see so well by lifting it up, plus it would be easier  to deal with the diapers without anything in the way. My reflection was further proof that I could NOT let Maxine show anyone the picture she had taken earlier. I looked completely ridiculous in the thick padding, which was a humiliating contrast to everything above my waist.

I was assuming the problem had something to do with the back of the immature panties, since that’s how Maxine tightened them. Even so, I examined the front for a few seconds just to see if I could figure out why I couldn’t easily remove them. The material made it difficult to tell what was actually happening with the waistband, save for that it was some plastic cord or something that wasn’t stretchy in the slightest.

Turning and checking out the other side by glancing over my shoulder and using the mirror, I gasped when I saw what Maxine had done. It wasn’t a clasp; it was a LOCK. A tiny, silver lock that was keeping the underwear firmly in place.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

I had never heard of locking underwear. Did she add that herself, by sewing it on or something? Sure, it guaranteed that I’d be stuck in the addition to the diapers. Maybe Maxine and/or her friends had thought that I would remove it for the majority of the day, since it would be easy enough to cheat and just put the plastic panties back on right before meeting up with them again. Honestly, it was something I had considered. The main reason I hadn’t was that I could only steal away from my cheerleading friends so many times without it seeming unusual and/or suspicious.

Fucking bitch. While her plan had certainly succeeded, considering my current inability to remove the underwear, how was I supposed to use the bathroom like this?! Wait, was that her plan? There was no way. Maxine wouldn’t do something that extreme, and I absolutely was not going to allow that to happen. Wetting myself at night was one thing; I would probably die from embarrassment if I had an ‘accident’ at school, not that anyone could call it that when I was literally locked in diapers.

“FUCK.” I practically screeched the word, while giving a desperate yank to the panties. All that I achieved was a wince from how the plastic dug into my hip bones.

Forcing myself to take a breath, I pulled out my phone to check the time. Not much left, if I wanted to be punctual for the sake of avoiding the kind of attention I got from being late to Second Period. I also didn’t need to go that badly. The only reason I had made the bathroom trip was because it made more sense to play it safe time-wise with the unfamiliar layers I had to deal with. Now that I knew that it was more complicated than my original concern, I’d have to figure this out before it became more of an emergency.

I didn’t have any classes with Maxine. She took AP courses and nerdy extracurriculars, neither of which I had any interest in. Lunch was nearly over, so I doubted I’d be able to find her before Third Period started. Even if I could, what then? Demand the key without anyone nearby hearing the conversation? I didn’t want to be stuck in a public face-off when Maxine was able to stand up to me.

Scissors? I’d need a bigger pair to make a dent in this kind of plastic. I couldn’t think of a teacher who would let me take something like that out of the classroom without offering any kind of explanation first.

Before I could think of any other alternatives, someone tried to open the bathroom door. I was still standing there bottomless, diapers totally on display. Both my hands flew over the padding, similar to the pointless effort I made earlier to cover up when one of the twins was snapping those photos. The door was locked, as I belatedly remembered, proven by the person’s inability to let themselves in.

Then they knocked. Impatient much?

“Just a minute!” I reluctantly called. Saying nothing would potentially lead to them finding someone with a key, provided they actually needed the private bathroom. Cheeks flushed, I grabbed my skirt and pulled it back on. I could only be so frustrated, when it was almost time for class anyway.

Taking an extra thirty seconds to do the usual triple check in the mirror, I opened the door and found myself face to face with one of the office administrators. “Sorry,” I muttered, “It was an emergency.”

Students really weren’t supposed to be using this bathroom, and I couldn’t count on my cheerleading status to always be a get-out-of-trouble-free card. Sometimes, I had to suck it up and play nice to the school’s faculty and staff.

Since it was getting close to the bell, the woman didn’t try to lecture me about anything. She just told me to get to class. I wasn’t sure whether she believed me or not, nor did I care. I just headed towards the stairwell, only realizing upon approaching the doorway to it that I was not about to risk stairs when my skirt barely covered what I needed it to cover. 

Breaking yet another rule, I changed directions and made my way to the elevator. It was really only meant for handicap students and special circumstances like hauling gear or whatever, but it also wasn’t used very often. I was able to sneak in without being noticed, and didn’t run into anyone on the way out. Since I wasn’t in uniform, I wouldn’t be able to use that cheerleader card if someone did get on my case about using the elevator.

My next class wasn’t particularly eventful, save for how I still kind of had to use the bathroom. I just pushed the urge away for the time being, mostly using the distraction of the lingering offense of what Maxine did. She fucking locked the plastic panties. The fucking nerve.

By the time class was over, I was tempted to track Maxine down. However, ten minutes wasn’t enough. I didn’t have her number, and she could have been anywhere. All the way across the building, on a different floor, for all I knew. There was also the part I had considered earlier, about how straying from the group I usually walked between classes with would have required yet another excuse after breaking my pattern a number of times already.

I decided it wasn’t worth it. Instead, I acted like everything was normal. Participating in gossip wasn’t as natural when I was mostly lost in my own thoughts, but I focused enough to join the conversation for the ten minutes we had before Fourth Period. Our last class of the day.

When the final bell rang, I had been squirming in my seat for a good fifteen minutes. That happened pretty much whenever I ignored my body’s needs; fine for a little while, until that need came back with a vengeance. Though I hadn’t had anything more to drink since around lunch, I very much had to pee, and it wasn’t just about making it to the bathroom. I was also going to have to wait until I was done suffering through whatever nonsense Maxine and her friends had in store for me.

More photos? More taunting? I couldn’t believe she had dared to call me a loser. It wasn’t even slightly close to true, with my social status. That’s what made it all the more stupid for her to say.

Now that an administrator had proven that some people around the office used that bathroom, I was more hesitant to be in there with three other girls. What would someone say if they ended up knocking while we were in there? Well, whatever. This was Maxine’s idea. She could awkwardly explain. Plus a nerdy brat like her probably knew a handful of the women in the office.

Since it was the end of the day, I had an easier time breaking off from my clique. We usually split up before practice, anyway. Often for boyfriends, or to deal with whatever before heading to the locker room. In this case, to let Maxine and her friends have more fun at my expense. I was probably going to have to repeat some of those phrases from earlier, which they all but said was part of the plan.

I could survive that. Flat tone, cold expression. No matter what I said, it would come across that I didn’t mean it, and was only saying the words under duress.

At the moment, I was a lot more focused on my locked underwear. And how I needed to get through everything with Maxine before I’d be able to take the diapers off and use the bathroom.

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