The Diaper Sissy Story-Part 4

Parts 1 and 2 can be found here: http://www.reddit.com/r/ABDL/comments/mvyq1/the_diaper_sissy_storyparts_1_and_2_of_17/

Part 3 can be found here:http://www.reddit.com/r/ABDL/comments/mwpeq/the_diaper_sissy_storypart_3/

PART 4 I was there about 20 minutes before the bell rang, and then waited 
until all the students had gone in to try to sneak in and get changed. I waited a couple minutes 
after I saw the last student enter the building and then quietly snuck 
through the door and made my way to the locker room. When I got there, my lock had been cut, but everything was still there...except my clothes. “Fuck she took my clothes!” I began to panic, I only had a few minutes before the next gym class would come in to change. The nurse, maybe I can sneak down to 
the nurse’s office and I tell her I was sick and she would 
just send me home without anyone noticing. I waited a couple minutes 
after I saw the last student enter the building and then quietly snuck 
through the door and made my way down to the nurse’s office. Just when 
I had almost reached it, I heard my name called out from behind me. Mrs. Jenkins! "What in the world are you doing out of 
class?" I wanted to pretend I hadn’t heard, but I knew I couldn’t. As 
she approached I slowly turned around, revealing to her my soaking wet 
pants. "Oh my goodness! Have a little accident did we?" "Yes," I 
replied weakly as I stared at the ground. Mrs. Jenkins took my chin in 
her hand and forced me to look up at her. "A little old to be wetting 
your pants, aren’t you Tommy?" "Yes." "Well, I guess you’re going to 
need that diaper I caught you with earlier after all." "No, no, Mrs. 
Jenkins! Please don’t make me wear that! I’m just a little sick, 
that’s all." "No arguing young man. Now, since you’re sick go down to the nurse’s 
office and wait for me. Hopefully she’ll have some clean pants for you 
to wear. Nurse Ingvarsson was a big blonde woman in her late twenties, at least 
six feet tall and very Nordic looking with blonde hair and a powerful, 
voluptuous figure. All the little boys had a crush on her and I hung my head in shame as I walked into her office in my wet pants. "Awe, 
did we have a little accident sweety? It’s ok baby, come over here and 
give me a hug." Nurse Ingvarsson had a very gentle and motherly way 
about her which I found reassuring and embarrassing at the same time. 
I blushed even redder when she called me baby and felt very small as 
she engulfed me tightly in her strong arms. "It’s all right champ, 
I’ve had lots of little boys walk in here with wet pants. We’ll find 
something dry for you to wear," she said as she patted me on the back. 
"I don’t think that’ll be necessary. Tommy brought his own change of 
clothing, didn’t you Tommy?" It was Mrs. Jenkins. I turned around and saw her standing there holding the diaper she had 
caught me with earlier. "Oh, I’m sure it was just an accident. You 
don’t need to wear a diaper, do you Tommy?" Nurse Ingvarsson asked. 
"No. It was just an accident," I replied. "Just an accident?" Mrs. Jenkins shot back. "Well then, do you mind telling me how it was that 
you happened to go wet your pants instead of in the potty like 
a big boy?" I paused a minute, not wanting to tell them what had 
happened between me and Brandy. "Well I... I was wrestling around with 
someone and when I told him I had to go to the bathroom he wouldn’t 
let me up." "Oh really?" Mrs. Jenkins asked. "And who was it that you 
were wrestling around with?" When I didn’t answer right away she said 
"if you tell me who it was that held you down then I won’t make you 
wear the diaper Tommy. Now tell me who it was." I looked to Nurse 
Ingvarsson for support, and then just looked down at the floor, not 
knowing what to say. "I think you’ve been telling a fib, haven’t you 
Tommy?" Mrs. Jenkins asked. "Yes Mrs. Jenkins," I finally responded. I 
didn’t see any way around it. "Well Tommy, thanks to your little lie 
you’re going to be spending the rest of the day in your pretty pink 
Pampers... and nothing else!" "NO MRS. JENKINS! Please don’t make me do that!" I pleaded. "I’m sure 
he didn’t mean to lie, he was just a little embarrassed," Nurse 
Ingvarsson added on my behalf. "No excuses, I gave him a chance to 
tell me the truth and he didn’t, so now he must suffer the 
consequences. You’ve wasted enough of my class time already Tommy, now 
if you don’t get out of those wet clothes and up onto the exam table 
right now I’m going to give you a spanking to boot!" I looked once 
more to Nurse Ingvarsson for support. "Better do as she says Tommy." 
Seeing that Mrs. Jenkins was only getting more angry with me, I 
quickly took off my shoes, socks, pants and underwear, trying to cover 
my little privates from their view in the process. My shirt was wet on 
the bottom too, so I took that off and stood in front of the two women 
totally naked and humiliated. I hurriedly made my way over to the exam 
table that stood in the corner of the office, but before I could climb 
up I felt Nurse Ingvarsson’s strong hands grip me under the armpits 
and lift me up onto the table as easily as if I had been a baby. 
Nobody had lifted me like that in years and it gave me a distinct 
feeling of helplessness. "Lay back sweety," she said as she put a hand 
on my chest and gently pushed me back. I laid on the paper covered 
table staring at the ceiling as I felt her cleaning me up with a baby 
wipe. The sensation of her wiping the warm damp cloth over me and the 
babyish smell was so strong I had to stop myself from sticking my 
thumb in my mouth. I felt as emasculated as an 18 year old can 
feel and it got even worse when she started rubbing in the baby 
powder. By now the office smelled like a nursery, and the feel of her 
big, soft hands caressing me gave me such a confused feeling of 
arousal and shame that I almost cried. Then I heard the crinkling of 
the diaper and watched as she slid it under my powdered butt, brought 
it up between my legs, and snuggly pinned it on me. As much as it had 
plagued my thoughts all day I could hardly believe it as I looked down 
and saw myself taped into the pink, Minnie Mouse diaper, and not by 
Brandy, but by the school nurse! And now the whole school would know! "Awe, look how cute she is in her diaper! And it fits you perfectly 
Tommy! Sometimes I forget that you kids really aren’t that much 
removed from your diaper days," Mrs. Jenkins teased. I didn’t like her 
referring to me as ‘she’, but I thought it best to leave it be. Nurse 
Ingvarsson just smiled at me sympathetically. "Do you have a shirt 
that our little girl can wear?" Mrs. Jenkins asked the nurse. "I’m not 
a little girl!" I finally shouted. "Whoa there young lady, you just 
watch that temper or you’re going to find yourself wearing diapers the 
rest of the year," Mrs. Jenkins shot back. "In fact, if those diapers 
aren’t still dry at the end of the day, I guarantee you’ll be wearing 
them the rest of the year, and I know your mother well enough to know 
she’d approve." The thought of suffering this kind of humiliation 
every day for the rest of the year was too terrifying for me to start 
an argument, so I let it go. "I just figured that since you’re wearing 
a girl’s diaper you must fancy yourself a little girl," Mrs. Jenkins 
teased, patting me on my diaper. I expected this from Brandy, but I 
never knew my teacher could be so sadistic. Nurse Ingvarsson tried to 
stifle a giggle and then pulled a t-shirt from out of the storage 
closet. "I’m afraid this is all I have." She held it out before me and 
I nearly wet myself right then as I saw the pink Minnie Mouse 
sweatshirt. "Oh it’s perfect," Mrs. Jenkins laughed. "What a lucky 
girl you are Tommy. Matching sweatshirt and diapers!" Mrs. Jenkins 
made me put on the shirt and my shoes and then took my hand to lead me 
back to class. Just before we walked out the door Nurse Ingvarsson came to my rescue. 
"You really should put some pants on her... er, him Marilyn. He’ll 
catch cold." Mrs. Jenkins stopped, looked down at me for a second 
considering it, and finally agreed. "What do you have?" "I have a pair 
of sweatpants that go with the shirt," the nurse replied. "Well, ok, 
but don’t think your classmates aren’t going to know your punishment 
Tommy," Mrs. Jenkins told me. I couldn’t believe I was actually 
thankful to be putting on pink Minnie Mouse sweatpants, but anything 
was better than sitting in class all day in just a diaper. I quickly 
put on the pants and as we walked out the door Nurse Ingvarsson gave 
me a little pat on my rear and said "stay dry sweetie." I prayed that I 
would. Needless to say I was shaking like a leaf as Mrs. Jenkins led me down 
the hall in my girlish clothes to my next class. As we walked 
into the room all the kids turned to look at me and laughed as they 
saw my new pink attire. My face was bright red and I tried to avoid 
looking anyone in the eye as I hurried over to my desk, waddling 
slightly thanks to the thick diaper I was wearing. The giggling was 
incessant, as were the taunts from some of the students commenting on 
what a pretty girl I was. Finally, Mrs. Jenkins told the class to be 
quiet and I hung my head in anticipation of her revealing my diapered 
condition to my fellow classmates. "Tommy got his clothes dirty in gym, so we had to find something else for him to wear." I breathed 
a huge sigh of relief as she spared me further humiliation. I guess 
all the taunting made her feel sorry for me.