You decided there was nothing to do but take the humiliation. With how firmly Ms. Evans was handling you, you feared that anything you did would only make it worse.
Still, as Ms. Evans set you down on the changing table, you could see the girl's smirk over her shoulder, and you went red with shame. You knew her from the neighborhood, a girl named Samantha who had always made fun of you and played nasty pranks. Once, she'd left you at a daycare all day. Another time your stepmother had asked her to babysit and Samantha had forced you into a diaper and a photoshoot for her Instagram, calling you her "little cousin Mikey." The worst time, however, by far, had been when Samantha had switched you out with her neighbor, Stephanie's, baby boy. Stephanie, a sweet young mother who was essentially blind, never even realized you weren't her son, and eventually you'd managed to slip away.
All that to say, Samantha was the last person you wanted to see in the nurse's office with you as a sexy young teacher changed you. Ms. Evans smiled with pity down at you, her bosom hanging over your head, as she quickly and efficiently stripped you down.
"Now we don't have any powder, Mikey, just the wipes."
You tried not to squirm as the cold wipe was swiped across your privates. Ms. Evans got into every nook and cranny, leaving you red as she firmly wiped you down. She grabbed the tip of your shaft between manicured fingers and wiped it up and down multiple times, making Samantha giggle behind her. Carol, on the other hand, just held you down from the other side, two gentle hands keeping you firmly on the table as Ms. Evans wiped you down.
"Alright, there we go. Now for your new clothes, Mikey!"
"More appropriate clothes for you," Samantha said.
"Now what did you need from me again, Samantha?" Carol asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh... Um, just some painkillers? I have a migraine."
"Alright. You got him?" Carol asked Ms. Evans.
"Yeah, he's being good," Ms. Evans said, bopping you on the nose and making you blush.
As Carol grabbed some Tylenol for Samantha, Ms. Evans lifted up your legs and slid a diaper underneath you. She quickly taped it up, and you tried not to groan as it crinkled. Then she sat you up and forced you, limb by limb, into the onesie. She smiled as she looked over her handiwork.
"Now isn't it so nice to be in clean clothes again? It's like your accident never happened!"
You didn't respond, only nodding numbly. Ms. Evans picked you up, walking you over to the mirror in the corner of the room.
"See? You look adorable, Mikey."
You wanted to scream with embarrassment as you saw yourself, dressed in a onesie that bulged at the bottom with the large diaper, being held on the hip of a teacher who was maybe ten years older but looked like a proud mother. You turned your face away, unable to look at yourself, but just caught Samantha snickering at you. This made you hide your face against Ms. Evans' shirt before you realized that only made you look more like an infant as your face fell into the side of her boob. You tried to pull away but Ms. Evans just cradled you tighter, patting you on the back.
"It's okay, Mikey. Even big boys have accidents."
You did scream now, but it came out only as muffled sounds that Ms. Evans took as affirmation, swaying you from side to side as she patted your back to calm you.
This day couldn't get any worse. At least, that's what you thought until...
"Oh shoot! My class starts in two minutes!" Ms. Evans exclaimed.
She started to rush out of the room, but then stopped as she realized she was still cradling you to her chest.
"Right. Mikey, I have to run to class, but don't worry, I'll leave you in good hands."
You blanched at those words, struggling to free your head so you could protest, but it was too late as you were shoved into someone's arms and then Ms. Evans was running out.
You looked up in fear to see...
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