Christmas has come and gone, the yuletide spirit fading as life carries on; time with family and gift-giving is over, and Jaime was in the final stages of packing her suitcase, getting ready to go back to L.B.U the next day, and doing some more research into Professor Thorne and who she is exactly. With a heavy sigh, Jamie closed her suitcase when the familiar sound of an email notification dinged from her laptop. Jaime sat down at her desk and opened her email to see it was a notice from Dean Adams.
Dear Students and Staff.
As we Prepare for the new semester and the end of winter break, I'd like to take this time to announce that with this new semester, some changes have been made to L.B.U's campus, and a new staff member has joined our ranks. These new additions will be introduced by me at the assembly following your arrival back to L.B.U. Please make sure that you are on time.
Best Regards, Dean Adams
Jaime closed her email and powered down her laptop before packing it away. "I sure hope that any of these new changes aren't the doing of Professor Thorne."
Back at L.B.U., the campus enjoyed its final day of winter break. Amanda, being in a cheerful mood, hummed to herself as she changed Daniel's diaper for the second time that morning. Daniel was put back into diapers permanently for the foreseeable future, along with his roommate Timmy, after each boy teased each other incessantly about their progress towards potty training. Daniel popped his thumb in his mouth as Amanda tended to his diaper. "I think you boys just couldn't help yourselves even after what I had told you would happen. Now look at both of you; I bet you didn't even know you were wet, Daniel?
Daniel just laid back, suckling his thumb and ignoring his former Professor. "It's alright, Daniel, you don't have to answer me. Little boys like you and Timmy only have to worry about playtime. To think the two of you started the school year as college freshmen, but now the only thing that'll be fresh will be your diapers once you get cleaned up and changed, luckily the nice Dean has opened up a Daycare for all the little ones and maybe some day you and Timmy will be college freshman again, back in big boy pants and potty trained. But for now, it's just diapers, toys, and maybe colors or shapes depending on what the nice Daycare workers have planned."
Daniel giggled at Amanda as she finished taping up his diaper, his mind too far gone back to babyhood to comprehend what had happened. "Such a good boy, Daniel. Perhaps this time you won't tease or bully others, and you'll grow up mentally without any incidents lest you tease people again and put yourself back into your current predicament."
Daniel squirmed a little bit as Amanda finished taping up his diaper. "All done, Daniel. Now, why don't you go and play while I tend to Timmy? Then it's off to Daycare for you two while I finish preparing for the new semester." Daniel squealed as he toddled off to play with some of his toys. His freshly changed diaper started drooping as a noticeable brown stain appeared on his backside.
The Morning sun cascaded through the tiny crack between the curtains as the alarm clock rang. Half awake, Jaime got up and quickly dressed, negating her shower until she returned to L.B.U. She fetched her luggage along with her messenger bag since it held her laptop and some research documents she could find at the library after speaking with the librarian. Taking one last look in her vanity mirror, she headed down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother had already left for work, a note propped up next to a glass wishing her luck in the new semester, and with her stomach growling, she put off calling for a taxi, eyeing the clock on the wall as she made herself a bowl of cereal before settling in to eat.
Amanda sat at her desk going over her lesson plans, having just dropped off Daniel and Timmy at the Daycare, pondering as to why human nature is innate toward abusive behavior towards each other; it's a vicious cycle that's happened far too many times and lives lost because of it, her only recourse as a witch is to make those destructive behaviors go away through re-education perhaps she could incorporate that into a lesson this semester lord knows the students need it if Daniel and Timmy where any indication she was certain by years end there would be more students in that Daycare relearning how to behave and probably the potty as well.
With her stomach fed and the cabbie honking his horn. Jaime opened the door to the bitter cold wind, making her quicken her pace toward her ride.
As she settled into the back seat, buckling her seatbelt, the cabbie began to pull away, immediately striking up a conversation as he drove, Jaime too focused on returning to LB.U. Occasionally, she would nod or answer one of the cabbie's questions to keep him occupied because he seemed rather lonely. Jaime couldn't stop thinking about the school assembly and preparations for the new semester, but any more pondering would have to wait as the airport came into view along with the hustle and bustle of travelers. The flight back to L.B.U. was less chaotic than the scene playing out by the auditorium's stage; some of the students were chasing each other as if they were playing a game of tag. Jaime watched on from the doorway, appalled by what she was seeing. Undoubtedly, college students didn't behave like little kids. "Excuse me, miss, I must insist you find a seat. The assembly will be starting shortly." Jaime turned to see Professor Valasquez looking at her sternly.
"My apologies, Professor. I was just wondering what had gotten into those students down there by the stage?" Professor Valasquez Looked past Jaime.
"Oh, I wouldn't worry about those students, dear. I'm sure our new Daycare worker, Mrs. Fingle, will take care of them before we start." Jaime opened her mouth to ask another question but thought better and took her seat. The auditorium filled up quickly with students and Professors alike. It was time to get the assembly started. Dean Adams got up from his chair and walked to the podium, quickly tapping the microphone before speaking. "Students and Professors, welcome back to L.B.U. I trust everyone's holiday went well?" The Auditorium remained silent except for some students who got out of their seats near the stage to resume their game of tag. "Mrs. Fingle, if you could please keep your students in their seats so I may continue, I would be greatly appreciative." Jaime watched as a middle-aged woman with dark brown hair got out of one of the seats and walked over to the students, beginning to scold them before pointing at the seats and telling them to sit down and stay put. Dean Adams cleared his throat before resuming his speech. "Now that Mrs. Fingle has taken care of that little outburst, I'd like to introduce her to you, so Mrs. Fingle, if you could join me here on stage and say a few words about yourself to our lovely students and Professors." Mrs. Fingle got up from her seat, carefully reminding her students that they should stay seated lest they be put in timeout later, and made her way onto the stage and over to the podium.
"Dear students and colleagues, my name is Mrs. Fingle, and I will be in charge of L.B.U.'s Daycare and early childhood development. My primary focus is on behavior and instilling good values, such as Politeness, Friendliness, and, above all else, teamwork. Disruptive behavior such as tantrums and bullying will not be tolerated and will be met with swift discipline, but worry not; I have years of teaching and dealing with little ones under my belt so anyone that is in my class will get the utmost care and attention." Jaime sat in her seat, dumbfounded by what she heard; she couldn't believe that a college campus would need a Daycare, let alone have people who needed it. Mrs. Fingle opened her mouth to speak again when an uproar began at the auditorium entrance. A group of students had started to gather around a boy who looked lost, like a deer in headlights; even worse was the big wet spot that ran the length of his pants caused by the water spilling from the cup he held in his hands.
"Aww, look Billy, the little boy's having trouble holding onto his cup. Maybe he needs one of those big plastic ones they use in Kindergarten."
"I don't know, John. Maybe it isn't water. Perhaps he had an accident in his pants because he's just learning to use the potty like a pre-schooler would and his mommy forgot to put him in pull-ups."
"Nah, you guys have got it all wrong." Said a big, jock-looking guy whose muscles seemed like they wanted to burst out of his L.B.U campus t-shirt. "He isn't potty training; he's to little, his mama just had forgotten to put on his diaper after changing his night time diaper it's a simple mistake in fact my mom used to make it all the time with my younger brother she would get distracted by something else next thing you know she's getting reprimanded from the daycare worker for not dressing him properly."
"You guys should be ashamed of yourselves for picking on James. You know how hard college can be, especially returning from holiday." The boys continued their jeers. "Deb, don't be silly. James isn't nervous. He's just not ready for college."
"Bryan, that's enough! You, John, and Billy need to grow up, change your outlook on life, and stop being such. Bullies, because one's perception could be one's reality." Jaime couldn't believe her eyes; John's clothes began to change instead of the bright L.B.U. Campus T-shirt he wore he now sported a colorful Paw Patrol shirt featuring Chase, Rubble, Rocky, and Marshall. His shorts even got in on the act now, going from needing a belt to a simple drawstring, and his shoes now had velcro straps instead of laces and lit up every time he took a step. Billy, still poking fun at James, didn't notice his shoes disappearing, only to leave him in socks. At the same time, his pants began shrinking up his legs and growing thicker around his crotch, and the big yellow stain that appeared on his new training pants that started to droop slightly, signaling to everyone in the room that he had an accident while his shirt now had a big smiling Thomas the tank engine from Thomas and friends instead of the L.B.U logo. But that wasn't the worst of it. Jaime observed Bryan's entire outfit disappearing like it wasn't even there, leaving him in just a diaper, which started to sag as he began to fill his seat. Each boy now represented the very things they teased poor James about. Jaime had to rub her eyes to ensure she wasn't dreaming when Dean Adams's voice cut through the chaos like a sharp knife.
"Mrs. Fingle, I thought you had all of your children up here in the front row with you?" Mrs. Fingle's cheeks grew red from embarrassment as she quickly exited her seat and stormed up the aisle towards the commotion.
"Well, Students, as Mrs. Fingle gets those three sorted out, I'd like to conclude this assembly and remind you to be courteous and respectful towards one another as you continue your academic pursuits for a better education and a bright tomorrow. Dean Adams stepped down from the podium, walked off stage, and headed up toward the exits just in time to see Bryan lying on his back with Mrs. Fingle kneeling beside him, fresh diaper in hand.
Jaime sat alone in the auditorium after all the students, Mrs. Fingle, Bryan, John, and Billy, had left. She needed answers to what she had just witnessed; she had to find Dean Adams and see if he knew what was happening and why grown men and women were either back in diapers or in the stages of potty training and Daycare instead of classes.
Amanda felt like she was on cloud nine; her first lecture was going off without a hitch, and all of her students were behaving so well and very eager to learn except for one student who sat in the very back row halfway through Amanda's introduction to that morning's lecture Amanda could see the student, a red-headed girl in her early twenties discussing something very heatedly to a boy with black hair tied up into a bun that sat next to her when a giant purple pacifier appeared between her lips causing her to suckle on it reflexively before opening her mouth and dropping her binky. The boy instinctively kneeled and grabbed the binky just as big tears began to well up in the girl's eyes. The boy put the binky back in the girl's mouth as he made shooshing sounds to calm her. Amanda stopped her introduction and prayed she wasn't on diaper duty anytime soon as she went to see what the fuss was all about and to make sure the girl hadn't done any more damage to herself!
Jaime got up and rushed out of the auditorium, hoping to catch Dean Adams before he got tied up in any morning meetings. Thankfully, as she rounded the corner, she nearly bumped into him. "Oh dear! What seems to be the rush is someone running late for the first class."
Jaime stopped and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, sir. I almost knocked you over, but I was hoping to catch you this morning before I headed to class."
"I see. Well, now is as good a time as any to see me, so how may I help you?"
"Well, you see, Dean Adams, my name is Jaime Throgmorton, and I wanted to talk to you about some of the Professors here at L.B.U. for a paper I'm writing on college life and what it's like."
"Sure, Miss Throgmorton, I'd be happy to answer any questions about our lovely Professors that you might have."
"That's great! And very much appreciated. Thank you! I have a few questions, but more importantly, I wanted to learn more about them."
"Of course Jaime, what would you like to know?"
"Hmm, well let's start with Professor Thorne since she is L.B.U.S newest Professor. Tell me, Dean Adams, what's she like, and what made you decide to bring her on board here as a Professor?"
"That's a tough one, Jaime. Professor Thorne's application was on my desk like all the other's, and there was not much to go on, though, just prior experience in teaching, specifically second graders. But she does have a no nonsense approach to discipline when it comes to bullying, and what really stood out the most was her willingness to tackle and adapt to a new postion with a much older student body and after speaking with her at length I learned that she is very intelligent. So naturally, I thought she'd be a perfect addition here at L.B.U., and I presented it to our committee, and it was a unanimous vote for her to join our staff."
"That seems pretty odd, though, Dean Adams, that she would drastically change the people she teaches. Don't you think?"
"Not at all, Jaime; it's natural for someone of Mrs. Thorne's caliber to want to advance in their career no matter where it is."
"That's understandable now the next Professor I wanted to ask you about is Mrs Fingle and why her fully grown adult students are acting like children, so much so that some of them act like they're in the stages of potty training while others are back in diapers altogether?"
"Miss Throgmorton, I do not know where you got the ridiculous notion that Mrs. Fingle is a Professor, let alone her children being adults. As I've stated at the assembly, I can assure you she is a teacher who runs our Daycare. While she cares for many children, some need diapers while others are potty training and making significant progress towards being big boys and girls. Now if you don't mind I have meetings to attend and you have classes to get to. Good Day!"
Dean Adams stormed off down the hall, clearly exasperated by Jaime's last question, which left her with more questions than answers. She needed to get to the root of the problem and find Professor Thorne before it was too late, and L.B.U became a giant daycare facility.
Amanda couldn't believe how well her magic had been working as the students filed out of the classroom room. No one seemed to be in a rush, nor were they fighting each other; it was as if her magic was slowly weeding out all the bad behavior. She felt a sense of hope that she could redeem herself by saving lives and stopping bullying altogether. She would have to wait and see, but at least that girl didn't lose her potty training, although she now had an oral fixation with her pacifier. She'll think long and hard about making fun of someone's teeth as if they were nursing a pacifier longer than necessary. Amanda smiled as she closed the door to her classroom and walked back to her desk, awaiting the next crowd of students to walk in.
Jaime continued to search for Professor Thorne, forgetting which classroom was hers, when she turned the corner and stumbled upon L.B.U's Daycare. She could hear children laughing and having a good time, so she knocked on the door before opening it and peering in at the Daycare.
The Daycare was a bustle with children playing all sorts of pretend games as Mrs. Fingle walked over to Bryan, who was busy building a stack of blocks, not noticing Mrs. Fingle as she gently pulled back the waistband of his diaper, giving it a quick check. "Such a good boy you've become Bryan"! Her voice got Bryan's attention as he looked up from his blocks. " I build da tawest." Mrs Fingle smiled down at the boy. "That's right sweetie but right now it looks like you need a diaper change." Bryan began to pout when a knock came to the door. Mrs. Fingle paused. " Come in." She answered. Jaime entered the room as Mrs. Fingle picked Bryan up and carried him to the changing table. "How may I help you dear."
Jaime cleared her throat. "Good morning, Ma'am. My name is Jaime Throgmorton. I stopped by to see what this new Daycare looked like, but you have your hands full with that young man and his dirty diaper; I'll come back some other time." Mrs. Fingle laid Bryan on the changing table, unfastened his diaper, and grabbed a wet wipe. "Nonsense, dear, changing Bryan here won't take long. Then we can talk to your heart's content, but I must warn you my little ones are quite curious and may start to pester you with some questions," she said as she wiped Bryan down gently. Jaime smiled. "That won't be a problem, Mrs. Fingle. We are in a school, but I have a question for you. I'm trying to figure out what has gotten into some of the students here at L.B.U. They've begun to act like little children."
"Oh my, Miss Throgmorton, I have no idea what you're talking about." Mrs. Fingle said as she pulled the fresh diaper between Bryan's legs and taped it snugly.
"You can't be serious, Mrs. Fingle; I mean, you just changed that man's shitty diaper and look over there. That man is just walking around in nothing but a pull-up that looks like it's ready to burst!"
"Miss. Throgmorton, I can assure you that these aren't adults but misguided children that have lost their way and need a gentle, loving but firm hand to guide them, and the fact that you think they are adults is just ludicrous."
"Mrs. Fingle can't you see that these are young men and women that are acting very strangely, I mean it's not normal for a twenty something to be in the stages of potty training let alone back in diapers."
"Well, I can see that you are adamant about things not being as they seem around here. If you'll humor me, I want to ask you a question, Miss. Throgmorton. When do you believe these so-called adults started acting this way." Mrs. Fingle said as she raised an eyebrow.
"Mrs. Fingle I can't really put my finger on it. You see I observed this behaviour in the auditorium during the assembly after Christmas break, but I have reason to believe Professor Thorne has something to do with it and she isn't who she says she is. I need to find her and ask her some questions once I'm done here."
"I see and what makes you think Professor Thorne is behind all of this dear?"
"Because Mrs. Fingle, while I was at home on winter break, a news broadcast aired on the television stating that a bunch of students at Barwood Elementary out in Barwood, Idaho got placed back into preschool when they were supposed to be starting second grade and upon further investigation by the reporter it seems that these kids bullied their classmate because he had wet himself by accident during recess. The teasing was so bad Mrs. Fingle that the student took his life, it is sad to see a child choose death instead of life. The broadcast even went so far as to show that these children who where the bullies were now back in pull-ups and diapers. I even encountered a nine year old at the air port who was in the stages of potty training and blaming his former teacher for his current state. Hell, even I myself have been affected by making fun of someone's height here on campus, and to top it all off, the photo that was shown during the broadcast of the former teacher looks exactly like Professor Thorne!"
"Those are some heavy allegations, Miss Throgmorton, but I can see why you want to talk to Professor Thorne. But have you spoken to Dean Adams about this perhaps he has more insight than I do on this little problem of yours."
"I have Mrs. Fingle, and he seems to be of the same opinion as you in regards to this matter, which is further proof that I must speak to Professor Thorne. Now if you will excuse me I must go and find her."
"As you wish, dearie, but just keep in mind that the truth may not be what you want to hear." Jaime nodded politely and thanked Mrs. Fingle for her insight, leaving the Daycare and its occupants behind.
Watching Miss Throgmorton leave, Mrs. Fingle knew right then that she would have to stop her from finding Professor Thorne and the truth, but she couldn't leave her little darlings unattended, knowing that they needed her. There has to be a way, she mused as she watched the children play. Then, a thought hit her, and Mrs. Fingle smiled brightly. "That's it," she said to herself. "Okay, children, it's nap time. Mrs. Fingle has a brief errand to run. Please put away all your toys and lay on your mats for me. As the children cleaned up their toys and lay on their mats, Mrs. Fingle began to wind up an old music box that played a soft lullaby as she started to chant an incantation that would not only let her little ones sleep for a while but would also bulk up their respective forms of protection. Mrs. Fingle finished her chant and smiled down at all her children, who were fast asleep and in thick nighttime diapers. "Now to find that nosy little Miss Throgmorton before she ruins everything." Mrs. Fingle closed the door quietly to her Daycare and proceeded down the hall searching for Miss Throgmorton.
"I can't believe I'm the only one that can see what's going on; it's like everyone has lost their damn minds; I need to find Professor Throne and fast so I can set things right." Jaime continued down the hall searching when she heard someone calling her name.
"Miss Throgmorton, I must speak with you." Mrs. Fingle came running down the hall, but why on earth would she want to talk to me here when she had a room full of adults now that she needed to take care of." Jaime pondered as Mrs. Fingle caught up to her.
"Goodness, it's a good thing I caught you, Miss Throgmorton. I need to speak to you about Professor Thorne."
"Oh, really, Mrs. Fingle, and what is so important now that you couldn't tell me back there in your daycare."
"Well, Miss Throgmorton, I wasn't entirely honest with you, yes those children of mine were adults at one point, but as you saw for yourself at the assembly, some of them were taught incorrectly on how to behave the first time around, so now they have a second chance thanks to a little thing I like to call magic. You see, Miss Throgmorton, me and Professor Thorne are witches, but most importantly, she is also my daughter, and after that little boy took his life back in Barwood, she vowed to change the behavior of people who like to bully others. So after fixing the bullies in Barwood she began to practice and when her powers got strong enough she came here. Now I can sense some low level magic raditating from you perhaps from a charm your wearing that can help you see through our magic, but it matters not. We are all to powerful and I cannot see my child hurt again by another senseless tragedy. So I implore you to leave it alone and help us cure these people of their wicked ways."
"Mrs. Fingle, I cannot believe that you and your daughter are witches let alone think it's ok to toy with peoples lives in anyway, shape, or form."
"Miss Throgmorton, or may I call you Jaime? I'm done playing around; it makes no difference to me if you join us or not, and if you don't believe in witches, perhaps a demonstration is in order."
"You and your daughter are evil, Mrs. Fingle, and I won't stand for it. Now I've wasted enough time and your in my way, so if you'll excuse me?"
"Foolish child, do you actually think you can just walk away from me? Now are you going to join us or do you really want to see what magic really is?"
"No I will not join you or your daughter this needs to end now!"
"Very well, Jaime, you've made up your mind. I cannot let those students become monsters again. They all need to learn a lesson, and unfortunately for you, I have a lot of room in my Daycare. Why don't you be a good girl and take my hand? Your classmates should be waking up from their naps soon, and I'll have many diapers to change. I could use your help."
Jaime couldn't believe what she was hearing. Mrs. Fingle is a certified loony, referring to those adults as her classmates when she paused, her eyes going wide as saucers as she began to feel her panties getting thicker around her crotch, causing her legs to spread apart involuntarily. "What did you do to me?" she asked with a shaking voice.
"Well, dear since you are so adamant on me and my daughter not being witches I've decided to show you what kind of power I hold and prove it to you by taking away all of your potty training and putting you back in diapers but don't worry Jaime there are plenty of diapers back in my Daycare and you'll get used to being changed and changing diapers in no time. Now stop dallying we've got your classmates to take care of."
Jaime dropped her pants dumbfounded and stared in horror at the disposable diaper that was taped snugly to her hips, even more so when she began to feel a warmth spread throughout her crotch.
"Well now do you believe me Jaime, because it sure looks like you need a diaper change already?"
"Mrs. Fingle you are a monster and Dean Adams will be made fully aware of this you wait and see!" Jaime shucked off her pants and began to toddle off to find Dean Adams when her body turned on its own and started towards Mrs. Fingle.
"That's a good girl come on over here to Mrs. Fingle."
Jaime couldn't stop herself as one foot went in front of the other, inching her closer to Mrs. Fingle.
Mrs. Fingle smiled. " that's it little one no more big girl thoughts on turning people back to normal just naps, diapers and a lot of toys." She said with a laugh.
Jaime tried to say something, but she heard baby babble escaping her lips as she finally reached Mrs. Fingle's open arms.
"There we are, sweetie. No need to fuss now; Mrs. Fingle has got you and knows you're quite the talker who wants to tell people all about what's been going on, but believe me, dear, you'll be much happier this way in no time. Now take my hand we have to go back to Daycare and change some diapers including your own."
Jaime felt her hand tightly grip Mrs. Fingle's as they headed back to Daycare, internally screaming as she felt her sodden diaper squish with each step, wondering if she would ever break free of this witch's grip and return everything and everyone back to normal.
