Babytalk - By Katchase

Babytalk

by Katchase

In her new outfit, it was quite apparent to Mrs. Bouchard that little Abbie would be a welcome addition to the school Halloween party whether she actually wanted to participate in it or not.

Abigail Winters was the newly appointed speech pathologist for the exclusive Bouchard prep school which catered only to the wealthy offspring of some of today's richest citizens quickly found herself elevated to her new position in the exclusive school hierarchy by being informed that she was required to chaperone the annual Halloween ball being held in ten minutes in the school's gymnasium and costumes were mandatory.

Thinking quickly, Abigail started to look around her spacious classroom that she used for speech lessons in which to help the girl's learn to enunciate their words in a proper manner, a social skill which is so important when you are of a higher caliber, or at least that is what she has to tell the these spoiled little rich kids, she thought to herself bitterly.

Catching a glimpse of her reflection in a nearby window, Abbie stops to take stock in her appearance, At 22, she was already a licensed speech pathologist and looked every bit the part. She wore a nice tailored blouse and skirt set with a pair of sheer nylon that encased her legs in a silky prison and a pair of black high heels with a 4 inch heel which help to give her a height advantage over the girls she taught, something very important to her since she stood no more than 5' tall in stocking feet and was very petite in stature and while she was not overly endowed in the chest area she made up for this with a beautiful face and gorgeous long blond locks that she wore up in a bun while she taught to give her a more authoritarian look something she believed was very important in giving her an edge over these spoiled rich kids and their, “I’m rich and I'll do what I want attitude.”  Just once, Abigail thought in envy, I wish I could be a spoiled rich girl too remembering her own childhood filled with social disappointments due to financial hardships.  Though it was this that gave her the drive to succeed, she secretly wished she could sometimes go back and relieve her childhood again, this time though with money and popularity like the girls she now taught.

Glancing at the clock, Abigail realized that by daydreaming about the past she had wasted 5 minutes and was now frantically looking around for anything to make a costume out of when she saw a backpack lying on the floor next to the coat rack in the back of the classroom. Abigail reached down and picked it up and examined it for a name but couldn't find one, so she opened it up hoping to find a clue inside to reveal whom it belong too, instead she found a spare schoolgirl outfit consisting of a little plaid jumper with a high bodice and flared skirt and a little white blouse with puffy sleeves and a peter pan collar to go underneath and pair of heavy white cotton tights and a pair of black Mary Jane shoes, but what surprised her the most was the matching white and pink full cut underwear and little vest set that she found in the bottom of the back pack because the girls she taught were in the age range of 11-15 and this undies reminded her of a six year olds.  I haven't seen underwear like this since I was a little girl thought Abigail and was stuffing all the clothes back into the backpack when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Startled she jumped back and felt a warm growing dampness in her panties realizing she just peed pants from the unexpected scare. Turning around with tears of shame and humiliation welling up in her eyes Abigail came face to face with the headmistress of the school Miss Bouchard, a nonsense woman in her mid fifties who regarded Abigail with a degree of great disdain as she watched the young speech teacher shift nervously in a puddle of her own urine like a naughty little girl waiting for a severe scolding from her mother for wetting her pants. "ABIGAIL, said the headmistress in a tone she usually reserved for students she reprimanded in her office, ''I was wondering if this was what you would be wearing to this afternoons Halloween party but I suppose I don't have to wonder any more about that, do I ABBEY? Abigail looked at the headmistress through tear filled eyes and didn't have to wonder long on what she meant by her emphasizing the word Abbey when she saw Mrs. Bouchard open the backpack up and started lying out the same clothes Abigail had seen earlier.

Grabbing Abigail by the wrist, the young teacher found herself stripped of her blouse and skirt set along with heels. Standing there in just her bra and wet panties and nylons, Abigail became aware of how much bigger her surroundings seemed to her without her heels on and was pondering this as she felt Mrs. Bouchard yank her wet nylons down her legs until they were around her ankles and then off her completely. Embarrassed to be standing in her own classroom in just her wet silky underwear and her lacy bra, Abigail pleaded with Mrs. Bouchard not to tell anyone about this and pleaded for some clothes other than the ones laid out before her.

”Don't be silly child,” Mrs. Bouchard chided Abigail, “this is one of the finest school uniforms money can buy” and as her voice softened slightly, “besides this will make a great Halloween costume don't you think?”  

Scrutinizing the outfit before her, Abigail had to agree with her about making a great costume and she had always wanted to be one of the little rich girls, this way she could attend the party and cover up her wetting accident and when the party was over she could go home and no one would ever find out about her little accident, she had no other choice. With a long sigh, Abigail reached over to pick up the dress when Mrs. Bouchard grabbed her wrist with one hand and gathered up the outfit with the other and after checking the hallway for students dragged her into the bathroom to get cleaned up before she would be allowed to wear a uniform so rich in tradition and history.

With her body trembling from standing in only her bra and panties on the cold tile floor, Abigail was totally stunned when Mrs. Bouchard came up from behind and with one swift motion had succeeded in totally stripping away the last of her undergarments leaving her completely naked and totally vulnerable.

Before the stunned girl could react, she found herself pushed into a waiting shower and handed a bottle of scented body soap which she quickly rubbed all over her body in attempt to remove the urine smell from her body. . Glancing quickly at the label to see what brand it was, Abigail was shocked to find it wasn't perfumed soap at all but a depilatory and as the warm water washed over her body removing the smell of stale urine from her body, the special soap had removed her womanly bush of curly golden hair leaving in its place a set of bare lips strongly resembling those of a young girl.

Stepping out of the shower and drying off, Abigail was acutely aware of her loss of adulthood as she dried off and felt the soft terry towel brush against her skin like it did when she was a little girl after a nice long bath. Glancing in a nearby mirror, Abigail was shocked to see that the body soap had another side effect as well, her golden tan that she was so proud had been removed by the special body soap and now Abigail’s skin was a stark white, almost pink in color but the most devastating thing to Abigail was the freckles that had appeared across and on both sides of her nose, giving her face the appearance of a young girl once again. With new tear swelling up in her eyes Abigail looked at her appearance in the mirror and could barely reconcile the image the looking glass held and the self image she had in her mind of that of a young professional speech therapist. Standing naked in front of the full length mirror with her stark white skin without make-up and her long blond hair now put up in two pigtails framing her young freckled face she looked every bit a girl of 13 especially with her small breast and being devoid of any pubic hair it would be hard to convince anyone any different and unbeknownst to Abigail this is just what Mrs. Bouchard was counting on.