Car Seat 5

Car Seat [Part 5]

By Daring Diane

Chapter 49

Rainbow Dash was clutched tight to her chest as the first light shown through the windows of the nursery. Opening her eyes, Melissa realized that what she hoped was a bad dream was in fact a nightmare reality. She was sleeping in the juvenile bed in the nursery. She found herself squeezing Rainbow so hard, she was surprised the stuffed animal did not explode.

Slowly sitting up in bed, Melissa looked around the nursery and remembered many happy moments here with her daughter. She found herself smiling as she remembered Mary running around the room, bath times, and all the memories associated with watching her little one grow up.

When Mary called, “Melissa, time to get ready for school.” Melissa’s new reality came home.

Melissa visited the bathroom and returned to the nursery. She pulled out a clean school uniform, blouse and then approached the dresser. Opening the top drawer, she found her socks. The second drawer gave her pause. Training pants along with her childish panties felt weird but possibly ok. Her camisoles matched the underwear and again felt ok. But her bras screamed for a re-evaluation. Why would there be bras in a drawer with little girl clothing.


As she tried to drive these thoughts from her mind, Melissa grabbed the needed items and got dressed in her school uniform. After running a brush through her hair, Melissa was discouraged to see that her hair was just as juvenile as it looked yesterday. Worse yet, even Melissa had to admit that her hair looked perfect for a little girl in her school uniform. What she worried about was how it would look when she got dressed for work.

As Melissa went to gather her book bag, she finally realized fully that she had never gone to work yesterday. She had spent the day with Brittany and then was returned to school early which forced her to attend the dreaded history class. Since Melissa had not gone to work, she already had a full set of work clothes in her book bag from yesterday.

As the school bus pulled up to the school, children quickly began to exit the door. Words would have trouble conveying the pleasure and satisfaction Susan Adams experienced when she saw Melissa exit the bus with her new childish haircut. Mary had insisted on adding the school headband to keep the hair behind Melissa’s ears. Of course, that little addition had pretty much solidified her childish image.

Melissa talked with a few of the other students as everyone made their way to homeroom. Principal Adams was pleased to see that her newest student was beginning to make friends and fit into her class. Another smile crossed her face.

Aware of how much it bothered Melissa to be stuck in Math class for the whole period, Brittany arranged to arrive so she could pick up Melissa on the classroom change. She discussed it with the secretary and there was general agreement that this would be less disruptive. Brittany confirmed what time the last class change of the day was and promised to try to have Melissa back in time for her history class as often as possible.

Melissa made her way to the office after math class. Brittany was thrilled with how juvenile Melissa looked. Having signed the forms, Melissa was escorted out of the building to the car. After the car door was opened, Melissa handed her book bag to Brittany who placed it next to Melissa’s car seat. She turned back to Melissa whose arms were outstretched waiting for Brittany to pick her up and place her into her car seat. Once ensconced in her seat, Brittany tightened the harness. Melissa had avoided saying anything.

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Melissa was clearly thinking hard. Looking towards Brittany, she began in what was clearly a tentative voice, “Can we discuss yesterday?”

Brittany was thrilled with Melissa’s attitude. The tentativeness in her voice demonstrated a yielding of control to Brittany. “Let’s not beat around the bush. You violated the rules using my first name after being told not. Then after your penalty associated with that rule breaking, yesterday you demonstrated you had not learned the lesson. So, let’s see if we understand each other. What grade are you in?”

Trying to regroup and absorb the full measure of Brittany’s words, Melissa answered quickly, “Fourth Grade.”

The car was pulled over to the side of the road, “What is my name?”

Melissa knew not to get this wrong, “Miss Woods.”

“Who am I in this relationship?”

“You are my guardian.” Melissa reluctantly answered even though she knew it was the only answer.

“So, if I am the guardian and you are in fourth grade, who makes the important decisions?”

Melissa realized this was all designed to humiliate her. “You make the important decisions.”

“This next question is important, if anyone at work or anywhere else asks why you changed your hair; what are you going to say?”

Melissa thought for a moment. It was obviously a rhetorical question. “I am going to tell them I asked the hairdresser to try something new. I think it makes me look younger. But I’ll probably wait till it grows out a little before making a change.”

Satisfied, Brittany just nodded her head.

In the bathroom at work, Melissa was straightening her skirt and tucking in her blouse when she looked in the mirror. If what the lady told Brittany is correct, Melissa was standing in the bathroom at work wearing a children’s version of an adult suit along with a blouse from the same source. In other words, Melissa was still wearing children’s clothing. Reluctantly Melissa could not look at her jacket or her suit and see anything but a child. She was going to hang around in her office until she got her mind calmed down.

No matter what Melissa tried with her hair, it still looked like a child’s haircut. She finally gave up and hoped it was not a total disaster when people in the office saw her.

As Melissa emerged from the bathroom, Brittany tried to notice the child/youth styling which this suit probably had. Looking at Melissa, the only thing she could see was a little girl in clothes that looked way too old for her. The haircut she got for Melissa was perfect. She figured it would be harder and harder for people to take her seriously. The look on Melissa’s face as she made her way quickly to her office revealed the void in self-confidence which had been erased over the last few weeks.

Brittany made her way to the front of the office and got comfortable at the reception desk. Later in the morning when there was a lull, Brittany made an inter-office call to Melissa. “Melissa, I just had a quick suggestion. You might want to take a look at your homework so you don’t embarrass yourself in class. Poor performance can lead to discipline. I just wanted to remind you.” Without waiting for a response, Brittany hung up the phone with a big smile.

Back in her office, Melissa was still looking at the phone. She pulled her math and history books out of her book bag and decided to spend a few minutes making sure she was up to date.

Brittany walked back to Mrs. Dolan’s office and said, “Melissa got a new hairdo at the salon. You might want to check it out. I know she’s back in her office right now.” Brittany returned to her desk with a hidden smile.

About 10 minutes later, Mrs. Dolan made her way back to Melissa’s office, knocked and opened the door. As she walked into the office, Melissa was reading her history text book. Her math text book and worksheets were spread out on the desk. Initially, she casually looked up at Mrs. Dolan before she realized what she was doing. She was, of course, embarrassed to be caught working on fourth grade homework at work in her private office. Melissa tried to gather up her things. Unluckily, with her new haircut, Melissa looked totally childish and the school books looked totally appropriate.

Mrs. Dolan knew Melissa had to attend some classes and Brittany had mentioned that there might even be some work she had to do to keep up appearances. But having worked with Melissa and her tough girl attitude over the years, Mrs. Dolan could not resist the opportunity to push Melissa’s face into this embarrassing humble pie. “Honey, I hope work isn’t interfering with you getting your school work done. I love your new haircut. It is perfect for you. I have some work to do. I’ll let you get back to your school work. I will however, be looking more seriously at your sales numbers in the coming days. I know you won’t let me down.”

As the door closed, Melissa put her head in her hands and quietly cried to herself. Mrs. Dolan was stunned to find one of her best saleswomen not only wasting time on grade school homework but looking like a child in a version of her mother’s clothes. How could any woman have allowed herself to get that juvenile hairdo? Further thought and planning was needed and as Mrs. Dolan returned to her office, she smiled at Brittany.

A little after lunch, the dynamic duo headed out for a showing. At Brittany‘s suggestion, Melissa brought her book bag in case things went long. The house was cute and the pair got everything ready before the couple showed up.

The woman immediately approached Brittany and shook her hand, “Hi, I’m Nichole Fredman and this is my husband Arty. We’re so excited to see the house.”

As Melissa stepped forward, Brittany introduced them, “I’m Brittany and it is really nice to meet you. This is Melissa.”

The woman nodded towards Melissa and never paid any attention to her from that moment forward. Every question was directed to Brittany and Nichole seemed to be whispering secrets to Brittany as they moved room to room.

After the buyers conferenced in the back yard, Nichole, who was clearly in charge, shook Brittany’s hand, “We will offer $5,000 over the asking price, quick close. I appreciate all your help.” She then turned to Melissa, bent down and said in a syrupy voice, “You were a wonderful helper. I know mommy is very proud of you. Bye, bye now.” Before Melissa could react or fully understand what had happened, the couple was gone.

Melissa broke down in tears. When Brittany tried to approach her, she pushed her away. “This is all your fault. You have ruined my career. No one is going to take me seriously.”

Brittany got a serious look on her face, “Young lady, I think you had better clamp down on that attitude unless you want to come to work in a tu-tu or some other juvenile outfit. You were the one that broke the rules. You always tell everyone, ‘now the rules, follow the rules, and otherwise pay the price.’ You broke the rules. You were reminded who is in charge. If you can’t sell houses, then neither of us is going to make any money. We need to find a way to make this work.”

“Now things ran longer than we expected and I have to run an errand. So, run out to my car and grab your book bag and you can change clothes in the washroom before we leave. I’ll drop you off at your school on the way back.” Brittany always referred to the car as hers now and assigned ownership of the car seat and school to Melissa.

Melissa was still whimpering as she retrieved her book bag from what used to be her car. She wondered how the law suit was coming and when she might be able to drive herself again.

Brittany loaded her toddler into her car seat and harnessed her in. She handed her the sippy cup and told her to have a drink. “You’ve been crying and I don’t want you to get dehydrated. If you are still upset, your pacifier is still attached to the side of your car seat. Try to think happy thoughts and watch your old car keys bounce as I drive you back to your school.”

Melissa found herself sucking on the sippy cup, staring at the keys dangling just out of reach and her left hand felt around for the pacifier. Just fingering it made her feel a little better. After a few minutes, the sippy cup was empty and Brittany could hear the slurping sounds. Looking in the rear-view mirror, she saw Melissa’s dilemma. She did not want to suck on the empty cup. But, she was reluctant to use the pacifier. “Melissa, your sippy cup is empty. Put it in the holder.”

This was the first time Brittany had ever referred to the cup as a sippy cup. And it was not just any sippy cup. It was Melissa’s sippy cup. Melissa placed the cup in the holder. Within moments, Brittany smiled as Melissa looked to the outside of the car and popped the pacifier in her mouth. When they arrived at school, Melissa was still sucking away on the pacifier.

Reaching for the pacifier, Melissa slapped her hand away, “I can take out my own pacifier.”

Smiling Brittany reached for the harness release, “Of course, you can take your own pacifier out of your mouth. I was just trying to help. Let me get you out of your car seat and we’ll get you back to school.”

As they entered the office, Melissa realized classes were still going on. She had lost track of time and could no longer wear her watch since it did not fit the dress code. As Brittany was signing the forms, she told Melissa, “I will be at your house tomorrow morning at 10 AM. You need to have a good shower and clean underwear on. I’ll see you then.” Melissa tried to ask why Brittany was coming, but she was out the door.

Moments later, after Brittany had departed, she found herself being delivered to history class just as things got started. Luckily, she had read her assignments for today at work in the morning.

The two girls looked like any two sisters walking home from the bus stop. The slightly taller one wearing her skirted uniform held the hand of her younger sister in the lower school uniform. “How was school today?”

“School was OK. But, I had some problems at work.”

This was unusual, because Melissa seldom discussed her work with Mary. “What happened at work?”


“We had a showing early in the afternoon. The wife acted like she thought I was some little kid along to watch Brittany sell the house. Brittany isn’t even licensed to sell houses.”

Mary shook her head, “Well, I guess your new hairdo did not have the effect you thought it would.”

Melissa steamed. She hadn’t requested the haircut. But she had no intention of admitting that she had allowed Brittany to have it done to her. They reached the house with no more talking.

As they entered Mary said, “We need to do some grocery shopping this weekend.”

Melissa nodded, “Brittany is coming by tomorrow morning. She said we had to go do something and I am sure we can get the shopping done while we are out. Or we can come back and get you when we go to the store.”

“We’ll figure it out in the morning. Go to your room and put on some play clothes. I need to get your uniforms in the wash so they will be clean for next week.” Mary was pointing down the hall to the nursery.

Melissa headed to her new room and began disrobing. The dresser had some of her new clothes. Apparently, Mary had moved some of them into the room yesterday. Melissa donned a tight childish t-shirt and some shorts along with her tennies. With her new haircut, Melissa could easily be mistaken for a large seven or eight year old but was totally devoid of any hint of being older than ten or eleven. Juvenile was the only way to describe her.

Plopping down in front of the TV, Melissa said nothing as Mary turned on some cartoons. Pondering her day, she reviewed the last week of school. Trying to push it out of her mind, she stared at the TV almost unaware of the childish antics displayed thereon. By the time Mary announced dinner, Melissa had no idea how long she had been in front of the TV.

A quiet night followed dinner. The two girls washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. The two girls gathered their dirty clothes and collected them in the laundry room. After quickly sorting loads, the first load was started and the two girls watched Aladdin before heading to bed. While not happy with the room change, Melissa changed into her childish pajamas and climbed into the juvenile bed.

Chapter 50

The familiar disorientation surrounded her waking moments. Climbing out of bed, the routine initially followed her weekday preparations. As awareness of Saturday morning sank in, Melissa climbed into the shower. Soaping up her body, Melissa was fully aware of the lack of any hair. Reminded of the juvenile nature of her body and the lack of any evidence of her adult past, she cried softly as she washed her body. Following the directions on her My Little Pony shampoo, her juvenile haircut would be clean and the residual aroma would be something only associated with a small child.

Unluckily, as she dried herself the curls and blond childish hair cut sprang back into position. Clean My Little Pony underwear settled around her small hips. Looking sideways into the mirror, she saw only a little girl getting dressed. She donned a bra and camisole as well as ankle socks with pink lace. Melissa realized that she had no idea what Miss Woods wanted her to wear. Ignoring her lack of information, she simply pulled on tight childish bike shorts in a striped pattern and added a childish pink t-shirt.

After some breakfast cereal, the girls were putting their bowls in the sink when the doorbell rang. Mary had given up caring who saw Melissa in her new persona. She looked at Melissa and nodded her head towards the front door.

“Good Morning, Miss Woods,” Melissa welcomed her as she opened the door. She was careful not to say the wrong thing. She didn’t want to get anymore penalties.

“Good Morning to you too honey. You look very cute in your play clothes.” Brittany made her way into the living room with her bag carrying a clothing bag over her shoulder. She placed the shopping bag on one of the chairs and entered the kitchen saying, “Hi Mary. How are you this fine Saturday?”

“Hi Brittany, I’m doing well. Melissa said you were coming by but did not say why.”

Brittany smiled, “Little girls are so focused on what is happening around them, they ignore what the adults tell them. I wanted to check up on you guys and make sure everything was going well. Also, I have to drive Melissa to a birthday party. She probably forgot to mention it to you. I knew she would need a present, so I got that also. It’s in the car.”

Snickering, Mary confirmed her suspicions, “No, little sis made no mention of a birthday party today.”

“Little sis, huh?”

Mary shrugged her shoulders, “She’s in fourth grade, dresses like a fourth grader, rides the school bus to and from school, has homework and now she has a fourth grader’s haircut. I’m in high school, so it sure seems like she is the little sis. I can’t figure out what other role she is playing right now. That’s why I moved her room.”

Stunned, Brittany asked, “You moved her room?”

“Why should the fourth grader be in the master bedroom? I put her in the nursery. That’s where I lived when I was in fourth grade. If she starts acting older, she can go back to her old room.” Mary looked Brittany directly in the eye.

“I couldn’t agree more.” Brittany called out, “Melissa, honey, why don’t you show me your new room?”

Melissa reluctantly led Brittany and Mary to the nursery.

Brittany was thrilled. This had not even occurred to her. She had not seen the room on previous visits. The room was appropriate for anything from a diapered baby to an older toddler or young child. Brittany could not help inspecting the closet. There were nothing but small children’s clothes and baby clothing along with Melissa’s uniforms. In the dresser, she stopped when she opened the drawer and saw the training underpants sitting near bras and other juvenile underwear. Fingering them, Brittany was further stunned to find that the bra cups were padded to such a degree that one wondered if Melissa had any breasts at all. That thought brought all kinds of fun ideas to Brittany’s mind.

Smiling in a sarcastic way, Brittany leaned forward and in the most syrupy voice she could muster said, “Melissa, I love your room. Don’t you just love your new room?”

Melissa held her tongue in check, “Yes.”

“Melissa, did you forget to tell Mary about Sherry Richardson’s birthday party?”

Caught off guard, “I told you I am not going to some child’s birthday party. Brittany, I am not a child. Stop this foolishness.”

Brittany hoped for an unguarded response. Before Melissa fully realized her mistake, she found herself tugged towards Brittany who was seating herself on the side of the bed. As her belly hit Brittany’s knees, she felt her tight pants and underpants pulled down. As reality struck home, so did the first strike of Brittany’s palm.

Before she could blubber her first complaint, Brittany had already landed five swats. As further swats rained down, Melissa was engulfed in tears and her words degenerated into blubbered pleas for the spanking to stop.

Responses like, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please stop.” Followed each swat.

After who knows how many swats, Brittany paused and said, “Why is it that bad little girls cannot remember the simplest things? Having experienced several intense spankings, I would have thought you would be familiar with the procedure and your expected responses.”

It took three more swats before Melissa realized she was supposed to be counting.

“One, I’m sorry.”

Brittany chided her, “I think there is supposed to be more.”

“Two, I’m sorry. I will be a good little girl.”

“Three, I’m sorry. I will be a good little girl.”

Brittany had learned from Principal Adams and she proceeded to spank and ask questions designed to imprint a message and change Melissa’s impression of herself.

To that end, Brittany interspersed her spanks with questions.

“What grade are you in?” Melissa answered, “Fourth grade.”

“What is my name?” The answer, “Miss Woods.”

“Who decides if you are going to a birthday party?” The answer, “You do.”

“Who goes to fourth grade birthday parties? Answer, “Little girls in fourth grade.”

“Are you a big girl or a little girl?” Answer, “I am a little girl and I will be good and have fun at the birthday party.”

“Why are you going to this party?” Answer, “Sherry is in my class and I was invited to her party. And, and, you told me I was going to go to the party.”

“What are you going to wear to the little girls’ birthday party?” Answer, “Whatever you tell me to wear.”

Brittany let up with her barrage at that point. “That’s right. You will wear whatever I tell you to wear. Now, go stand in the corner while I sort things out.”

Mary had stepped back to the door. As Brittany disciplined Melissa, the fact that it was her mother simply slipped out of her mind. Mary saw a misbehaving little girl who had talked back to the adults. She was disciplined. True, the penalty seemed kind of harsh. But, Melissa seemed to need to be straightened out. Even as Melissa was being molded further into her juvenile persona by the discipline, Mary’s perspective had altered to the point that she was simply seeing Melissa as a little girl.

As Melissa behaved like a little girl and responded like a little girl, Mary had trouble seeing anything else. As Melissa gave in to the questions and submitted to the authority of Brittany, Mary’s respect for the person who had been her mother was erased. She simply saw Melissa as a little girl. When Brittany sent the little girl to the corner and Melissa shuffled off and did as she was told, Mary’s changing views were further confirmed.

Brittany sent Mary for the shopping bag in the living room and opened the underwear drawer. She removed a pair of the training pants from the drawer.

She hung up the shopping bag and pulled off the plastic cover. Melissa did not need to turn around to remember the dress she had tried on in the store.

Brittany and Mary walked to the kitchen to get a drink. Brittany was worried about how Mary would react.

“I’m sorry I reacted so strongly. Your little sister has been back-talking me lately and I am sick and tired of her attitude. There are limits to what is acceptable.”

Mary simply said, “I had to spank her when I moved her to the nursery. I understand. Hopefully, we can get her to act her age and start behaving like a good little fourth grader.”

Brittany was sort of stunned that Mary had just referred to her mother as a fourth grader. In fact, Mary seemed to suggest that Melissa was acting younger than a fourth grader. Yet, it was also stunning that she had taken charge at home and felt the need to discipline Melissa herself. “Moving your little sister to the nursery was obviously a necessary step in shaping her behavior. I applaud your proactive action.”

“Thank you. I thought it was necessary.” Mary responded.

“Well let’s get her dressed for her party. I think you will love her new dress.”

Entering the nursery they noted that Melissa was standing in the corner staring at the wall. Brittany instructed, “Young lady, please come over here and remove your shirt and pants.”

“Yes mam,” Melissa responded as she stepped forward and pulled her shirt over her head. She doffed her shorts and stood there in her childish underwear.

“Given your childish behavior, I believe we will replace your underwear for today’s party. Take off your underwear.” Brittany held out the training pants to Melissa.

Melissa wanted to revolt. But she could not gather the internal strength to respond. Instead, she found herself sliding her My Little Pony underwear off before replacing it with the thick full cut toddler training underwear.

As she stood there, Brittany and Mary smiled at the little girl before them. Brittany walked behind Melissa reached into the camisole and unhooked Melissa’s bra. She pulled the straps off her arms and pulled the bra out leaving Melissa wearing nothing but the childish camisole. Brittany nodded to Mary and she smiled while nodding back. Now, Melissa looked like a little girl.

Brittany dropped the childish dress over Melissa’s head and threaded her arms into the puffy sleeves. The dress barely covered her panties. As Melissa stared at herself in the mirror, she tried to convince herself that it was not as bad as it looked. But, it seemed clear that her childish panties would be on display.

Brittany observed the disappointed look on Melissa’s face and it gave her a lot of satisfaction. She gave Melissa a moment or two to take in the full impact of the outfit. Then she said, “Honey, this type of dress is quite short and will probably let your panties show.”

‘Finally,’ Melissa thought. At least I’m not the only one who realized how bad it looked.

As Melissa reached down to pull the dress over her head, Brittany slapped her hands away. “Hold on there, little missy. We have the solution right here. Pick up your right foot.” Brittany was leaning over behind Melissa. She heard, “and now the left foot.”

Melissa felt Brittany sliding something up her legs. Maybe it was a pair of shorts. Thank god, thought Melissa as she turned back to the mirror.

Brittany settled the clothing around Melissa’s waist.

Mary was snickering in the doorway with an ear to ear smile.

Melissa reached down and slid a finger into the waistband of the new pants. There seemed to be a plastic lining in the pants. She pulled the dress up a little and turned to the mirror.

The bottoms were a bloomer type of panties designed to match the dress. But, they were covered in lace and lined in plastic. That was because they were designed to be worn over diapers. However, they did serve to hide her actual panties from observers. The flip side was that they probably made her look even more juvenile.

“These are diaper covers with built-in plastic pants. I don’t need that.” Melissa complained.

Brittany stated, “If you are uncomfortable wearing your training pants, the dresser is fully stocked with fluffy cotton cloth diapers. Maybe that would be more appropriate given the way you are acting. We could hook you up with three or four diapers inside your plastic pants. That should ensure you waddle like a one year old learning to walk. You wouldn’t have to wait in line for the bathroom since you would be wearing it.”

Melissa was unable to speak. She stared at Brittany with her mouth hanging open. She finally whispered, “No thank you. I love my new training pants. And If I have an accident, the plastic pants will make sure I don’t leak.”
Brittany was satisfied that she had put Melissa in her place. And, in her new outfit, she was sure Melissa would be the most juvenile looking guest at the party.

Brittany added some plastic barrettes shaped like a pink bow on each side of Melissa’s head which contributed further to her childish look.

Brittany took several pictures of Melissa with her phone. She was confident her little girl had never looked so perfect.

Melissa had been moved to this point so fast she had not had time to react to the removal of her bra. In the childish dress the bra seemed out of place and therefore, she wasn’t as upset as she might have been otherwise.

As Brittany gathered her things Mary mentioned that they needed to get some shopping done later today. Brittany assured her that all her they could go shopping later today.

Mary was fascinated as Brittany walked out to the car holding Melissa’s hand. Melissa looked like any other juvenile little girl. Mary saw Melissa turn and hold her hands up like a small child to allow Brittany to pick her up and place her in her car seat. She wondered what was wrong with Melissa. She observed as Brittany fastened the harness on the seat and closed the door. Brittany handed the sippy cup to Melissa before closing the door and pointed to her pacifier while smiling.

Chapter 51

Brittany parked in front of the Richardson’s house. “Honey put your sippy cup in the cup holder so it will be there after the party.” She then helped Melissa out of her car seat. As Melissa stood there waiting to see what Brittany wanted her to do, she was handed a large wrapped box with pretty paper and ribbons.

Her hand was grasped and Brittany led the two of them to the door.

Opening the door, Mrs. Richardson welcomed them, “Welcome to our home. What’s your name honey?”

“Melissa. My name is Melissa.”

“I’m very pleased to meet you Melissa. Sherry will be so excited you came. We were not sure you could get here on short notice. Take your present and go on back to the family room. All the other girls are back there already.”

Mrs. Richardson stared at the little girl wandering towards the back of the house. She turned to Brittany, “You must be Brittany, and I’m Elaine Richardson, Sherry’s mother.”

“Hello. It’s lovely to meet you. Your house is beautiful.”

“Thank you Brittany. I love that dress Melissa is wearing. Although, it might be a little young.”

“Elaine, I know exactly what you mean. But, I love the style of dress. Melissa is growing up so fast, I just want to keep my little girl around as long as possible.”

Elaine shook her head. “The matching panties look like a diaper cover. Is that what they are and how’d you get her to wear the diaper cover? I would have expected her to balk at that.”

Snickering, Brittany decided to be honest, “It is a diaper cover and the dress might obviously be worn by a large toddler that could still be in diapers. I told her to wear the diaper cover without complaining or I would put her in diapers so she would need the diaper cover. That seemed to take the wind out of her sails.”

Elaine assumed she was joking and laughed along with her. “That’s great. I love your sense of humor.”

The two of them made their way back to the rear of the home. Several other mothers were there and Brittany was introduced to everyone. The women all talked while watching the girls enjoy themselves.

Everyone seemed to notice Melissa’s cute dress. While noting the juvenile look, they all mentioned that the look was perfect for Melissa. Brittany had to agree. No one ever questioned whether Melissa was anything other than another fourth grade girl.

Elaine had lots of games for the girls to play.

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Melissa tentatively approached the group of girls with her present in her hands. She noticed Teresa Murphy, Jennifer Warner and the birthday girl Sherry Richardson. Jennifer noticed Melissa and ran over to greet her as she approached.


“Melissa, I didn’t know you were coming. I’m so glad you came. Isn’t this a great party?” Jennifer squealed her welcome and was clearly full of energy. She seemed genuinely excited to see Melissa.


The excitement was a little bit infectious and it started to whittle away at Melissa’s concerns about hanging out at a children’s party. “Hi, Jennifer. Hi everyone. Happy birthday Sherry. I wasn’t’ sure if I could come.”

Several other girls ran over and hugged Melissa. They welcomed her in such a way that Melissa started to feel like she was actually part of the group. Sherry hugged Melissa and thanked her as she handed Sherry the wrapped present.

The girls were all looking at some of Sherry’s jewelry. Sherry’s grandparents had given her some new earrings along with matching necklace and bracelets. Everyone was oohing and holding the items up to each other’s ears.

Melissa thought the items were cute and a nice gift. She found herself participating in the conversation and soon observers could see no difference between Melissa and any of the other fourth grade girls.

The girls eventually discussed their dresses. Several girls had new dresses and Melissa admitted that her dress was new. Jennifer and Teresa loved Melissa’s dress and the matching panties. Teresa mentioned that her little sister had a couple of dresses like Melissa’s. They discussed that the matching panties were often covering Teresa’s sister’s diapers. Jennifer patted Melissa’s bottom during the discussion and realized that her panties were lined with plastic pants like any other diaper cover.

"Melissa do you still have accidents?” Jennifer asked.

“No I don’t have accidents. It’s just part of the dress.”

Teresa asked, “Do you still have to wear diapers?”

Indignant, “I do not wear diapers. These panties are just part of the dress. I’m not a baby.” Melissa had no idea how childish her response sounded.

Jennifer took that moment to repeat her pat down of Melissa’s diaper cover. This time her attack was firmer. “It feels like you are wearing a diaper.”

Wanting to end this discussion quickly but not thinking she stated, “I am not wearing diapers. They are training pants. They are just thicker than my normal panties.”

Teresa and Jennifer stared. Teresa said, “If you don’t have accidents, then why are you wearing training pants? At least we are protected since you have on plastic pants to protect yourself and all of us.” The two girls were smirking at Melissa.

“Leave me alone.” Melissa went to the other side of the group of girls as far away from her two tormentors as possible. They kept watching her as she tried to evade them. Melissa saw them whispering.

Sherry sidled up to Melissa, “Ignore them. They are just trying to give you trouble. Everyone has personal problems. No one cares. You have friends here. Come on, we’re going to play a game.”

Melissa was happy that Sherry was her friend. The girls all sat in a circle. Sherry pulled out a basket with a bunch of different bright colors of nail polish. The rules were that on someone’s turn, they would pick a bottle from the basket. Then they spin the bottle. Whoever the head of the bottle points towards has to paint one nail the color of the polish.

Sherry started and all the girls squealed. The colors were bright and garish. The odds of anyone ever getting the same color twice was insignificant. By the time they were done, everyone sported 10 fingers of different bright colors.

Elaine produced some garish lipsticks to allow the girls to experiment with basic makeup. Melissa found herself wearing a bright orange lipstick that matched her middle finger on her left hand. While it was not a color she would typically wear, she, along with all of her little friends, was laughing and kidding all the other girls.

Brittany was amazed by how Melissa seemed to have integrated into the group. She genuinely seemed to be having a good time. She had seen two of the girls giving Melissa trouble about the diaper cover. Melissa vehemently denied she wore diapers and several of the mothers giggled at her childish declarations.

Having heard her statement that she was wearing training pants, several of the mothers assured Brittany that Melissa would grow out of her control problems. Brittany took the opportunity to spin tales about Melissa and her bed wetting problems. She assured the mothers that Melissa seldom had accidents during the day.

Elaine and several of the mothers set the table with lunch. All the girls swarmed the table and inhaled the sandwiches and chips along with fruit drinks. The lights were turned down and Sherry’s birthday cake made an entrance with its ten candles burning bright. Sherry made her wish and blew out all the candles.

After cake and ice cream, the mothers cleared the table to prepare for gift time.

All the girls screamed and yelled as each new gift was opened. The mothers tried to keep a list of who gave what gift. When Sherry opened Melissa’s gift, Teresa and Jennifer were suddenly on the floor in hysterical laughter. But it turned out that Sherry loved her dolls and had always wanted a Betsy Wetsy doll. Betsy was wearing diapers and a dress that was way too close to the one Melissa was wearing. And of course, it had a matching diaper cover over Betsy’s thick diapers.

Sherry stuck a finger into Betsy’s diaper to see if she needed a change, “Nope, no change needed yet.” Melissa was stunned when Jennifer pulled up the side of her dress and shoved two fingers into the diaper cover and inside of her training pants.

“Melissa is still dry too. So, I guess no one needs to be changed, [pause] yet.” Jennifer declared.

Teresa added, “Too bad. I was looking forward to changing someone. We need practice if we are going to start babysitting.”

Melissa shoved Jennifer away. Several of the mothers seeing the buildup had jumped into the fray and pulled the girls away from each other.

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The mothers quickly diffused the situation. Brittany helped a crying Melissa and comforted her with odd words, “It’s okay honey. Luckily, you were dry. School friends can be so cruel at times. You’re a big girl and that’s why you didn’t have to wear your diapers. Once all your little friends calm down, I’m sure you guys will make up and have some more fun. Now try to stay dry.” Melissa was shoved back into the group as Sherry opened the remaining gifts. The mothers stayed near to ensure there were no more outbursts.

As things were wrapping up, Jennifer and Teresa approached Melissa and apologized for their behavior. Melissa accepted their apologies. All in all, Melissa was stunned to realize how much fun she had with her friends today.

Sherry had asked Melissa if she wanted to come over and play some day after school. Without thinking, Melissa had quickly agreed. Elaine and Brittany agreed to work out a time they could get together.

As they were leaving, everyone got a prize packet of children’s makeup, costume jewelry and little stickers and buttons.

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As they drove home, Melissa sucked on her sippy cup until it was empty. Placing it in the cup holder, she noticed the pacifier and slipped it into her own mouth. She stared at her car keys bouncing just out of reach. By the time they were half way home, Melissa was asleep and sucking diligently on her pacifier. Brittany was thrilled with the outcome of today’s party and the interactions with the other little girls.

Melissa was beginning to fit right in with the other fourth grade girls. She was no longer the strange older woman hanging around in class. She was just another one of the girls in fourth grade. And Brittany was enjoying forcing Melissa into this situation and seeing ways to further erode whatever pride or confidence Melissa still had. There was a strange satisfaction from regressing an adult woman back into a fourth grade little girl. It was hard to describe the charge Brittany felt in suggesting she would put Melissa into diapers. Brittany had the control and it felt great.

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Parking in front of the house, Brittany left the car running and knocked on the door. She told Mary they would head out to the store. When asked about Melissa, Brittany told her she was asleep in her car seat.

Mary thought that was hilarious. She gathered her list and other items and got into the front seat of the car beside Brittany. Looking over her shoulder, she found herself staring like a statue. Melissa was sound asleep in her car seat. Mary was looking at Melissa’s exposed diaper panties and Melissa was sucking away on a baby’s pacifier. There was a sippy cup in the cup holder attached to the front of the car seat.

Brittany drove them to a local strip mall. They slowly woke Melissa. Mary found it fascinating to watch Brittany extract Melissa from the child’s car seat. Mary held Melissa’s hand as the three of them made their way into the grocery store.

They quickly gathered the things on the grocery list. Brittany guided them into the children’s aisle and stopped in front of the diaper section. Turning to Mary she asked, “Do we need to get any disposable diapers?”

Mary giggled and Melissa looked up at Brittany trying to figure out what was going on. Brittany turned to Melissa and asked, “Honey, are you still dry? You haven’t had an accident have you?”

“No, I have not had an accident. Like I said earlier, I don’t wear diapers.”

Brittany wanted to get one more dig in, “Mary, slip your finger in and make sure our little one is still dry.”

As Melissa turned to Mary, she felt fingers invading her pants for the second time today. “She does still feel dry. Maybe we can skip diapers today. We always have plenty of cloth diapers at home if we need them.”

As the two laughed at Melissa’s unease, they made their way to the checkout. Mary gave Melissa a lollipop and told her to suck on it. The candy simply contributed to Melissa’s image as a large toddler. Several mothers complimented Melissa’s dress and talked to her like she was a small child.

After completing their shopping, Brittany and Mary got a charge over walking Melissa through Baby’s R Us and looking at toddler clothing, diapers, and other childish paraphernalia. In the midst of this, Melissa finally realized she actually needed the bathroom. She was doing the pee-pee dance as she tried to explain her needs. Brittany finally guided her into the bathroom. Being a store focused on babies and toddlers, the bathroom had child sized toilets and Melissa found herself sitting in the middle of the bathroom with her diaper pants and her training underwear around her ankles. Being totally exposed to everyone sapped any dignity which remained in her body. Melissa peed in public and asked permission to get off the potty and pull up her training pants. Several women and children smiled and talked to Brittany as they made their way in and out of the bathroom.

Melissa was beside herself by the time they returned to the car.

Brittany decided to take her girls out to eat. They stopped at an Italian restaurant Brittany knew Melissa liked. Brittany and Mary ordered dishes off of the menu while Brittany ordered a chicken strip and fries dinner off the child’s menu.

“I love their chicken spedini. Can’t I order that?” Melissa begged.

“Melissa, little Melissa, I can’t waste money on an adult portion for a small little girl. What grade are you in honey?”

“I’m in fourth grade. But I like the chicken spedini.”

“As the adult here, it is my job to manage the money and I don’t waste money on adult meals for small little girls. If you would like a hot dog instead of the chicken fingers, I would be happy to change the order.”

Melissa simply shook her head. “Chicken fingers will be fine.”

The waitress asked, “Do you want ketchup with your chicken fingers honey?”

Melissa nodded, “Yes. Thank you.”

The waitress turned to Brittany, “She is such a cutie.”

Brittany thanked her.

Mary and Brittany enjoyed their meals. But they got almost as much enjoyment from watching Melissa playing with her children’s meal while pouting about not getting what she wanted.

At home, Brittany helped oversee Melissa getting ready for bed. Melissa was instructed to keep her training pants on and replace them with similar underwear on Sunday.

Melissa climbed into bed but said she was not really tired. Brittany retrieved a Dr. Suess book and Mary went to retrieve something for Melissa to drink. Mary placed a sippy cup in Melissa’s bed. Melissa read her book and drank from her sippy cup.

The day caught up with her and Melissa paused in her reading before falling asleep. Mary tucked her in and turned out the light.

Brittany and Mary talked about useless gossip while waiting for Melissa to fall asleep. Brittany told Mary to make sure to call her if there were any problems. Brittany looked through Melissa’s book bag while the two of them were talking.

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On Sunday, Melissa changed her underwear into a new pair of the training pants and then put on her play clothes. After a simple breakfast, she and Mary gathered the dirty clothes and then they plopped down in front of the TV for some cartoons.

Time was spent cleaning various areas of the house between different movies and cartoons. The girls went to bed early on Sunday evening since Monday was a school day.

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Monday morning was the typical frenzy as the girls gathered their things and ate a quick breakfast. On the school bus, Sherry sat with Melissa and they along with Teresa and Jennifer relived the party and everyone giggled about the fun they had at the party. The school bus ride flew by and soon the crew continued their giggling as they made their way to their homeroom.

Melissa really felt like she was part of the group. There was a certain amount of satisfaction in fitting in with the other girls. Math class seemed like a pleasure as she answered questions correctly.

After math class, Melissa was instructed to head to the office.

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Brittany timed her arrival at school to allow Melissa to stay for her entire math class. She talked to the secretary and regaled her with events at the birthday party. They were reviewing pictures when Susan Adams exited her office and joined in. The principal was excited to see the juvenile outfit and the way Melissa fit right in with the other fourth graders. The three women were laughing and reviewing the pictures when Melissa entered the office in her school uniform carrying her school backpack.

As the three of them looked up, none of them could avoid a further snicker.

Brittany handed in the signed form and collected her charge. Holding Melissa’s hand they made their way out to the car. Melissa was loaded into her car seat and they headed off to work.

Because of their later arrival tied to allowing Melissa to stay for Math class, the office was in full swing. Brittany helped sneak Melissa into the bathroom so she could change. As Melissa changed, she could not help remembering that she was changing out of her school uniform into a child’s blouse and a child’s skirt suit designed to look like an adult suit. She was simply exchanging her children’s clothing. It was disheartening.

Melissa could not find her stockings in her school book bag. She remembered leaving them there. She would have to go bare legged. She then looked for her purse which had been in the bottom of her book bag. It was not there. Instead she found the children’s pouch and makeup she had been given at the party. She cursed Brittany in whispers.

The bright orange lipstick was her only choice. With nothing on her lips, she would look like a child and a farce. She only hoped the orange would not look equally as juvenile.

As Melissa exited the bathroom, she looked intensely at Brittany but withheld any remarks.

Brittany smiled as she saw Melissa exit the bathroom wearing the garish orange lipstick which matched her middle finger. Melissa had forgotten to remove her finger nail polish and the combination of colors screamed little girl.

Melissa headed into her office and Brittany knew she was trying to convince herself that no one would notice the childish characteristics of her outfit. There was no doubt that Melissa would hide out all day in her office if she was allowed to.

As a parting shot, Brittany said, “Young lady, you get your homework done before you start playing real estate agent games. Is that understood?”

Melissa looked at her horrified. But, her fear of retribution was extreme. “Yes, mam.”

Brittany closed the door as she made her way to the front desk.

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Mrs. Dolan still harbored some concern regarding the choice in hairdo her favorite saleswoman had selected last week. She wondered what Melissa might have done to tone her look down a little over the weekend.

Mid-morning, after visiting the ladies room, Mrs. Dolan decided to drop in on Melissa. Having knocked and entered, she stood unable to breathe as she took in Melissa’s look. The multi-colored fingernails reminded her of her grand-daughters experimentation with their mother’s nail polish. It was partnered with an orange lipstick which 90 year old women or 6 year-olds might find appropriate. Her new hairdo looked the same and along with the rest sapped any hint of adult or even teen images. Hell, it made her suit look like a child’s skirt suit. The odd thought was that her present outfit looked like a child dressed in an outfit designed to look like adult clothing.

If that wasn’t enough, Melissa had a math book and a school book bag on her desk and she appeared to be reading a school history book.

She looked like someone’s child who was killing time at mom’s office.

She couldn’t help asking, “Do you think you’ll be done with your homework soon?”

Melissa had been equally stunned and embarrassed when Mrs. Dolan had burst into the office. She was staring back at Mrs. Dolan and forgot that she was sitting there doing her homework.

Embarrassed, she looked down at her desk and saw the book bag and math book. The history book in her lap reminded her she was actually doing homework. “I’ll be done in just a minute. I’m sorry I just wanted to make sure I was not behind. It would be embarrassing to look bad in class.”

Mrs. Dolan thought that was a cute answer. Except, “Maybe you should try to get your homework done on the weekend or in the afternoon instead of waiting till the last minute and having to take time out here to finish things at the last minute.”

Mrs. Dolan turned and left as Melissa could not figure out any appropriate response. She did not want to let down Mrs. Dolan or Brittany. But inside, she was more afraid of Brittany. So, she finished her homework and put things away.

After a lunch eaten in her office, Brittany reminded her that they had a showing that afternoon.

Brittany stopped for gas on the way to the showing which ensured that the client arrived at the same time as they did. That ensured that the client saw Brittany removing Melissa from her car seat. Melissa had become so used to riding in the car seat that it seldom occurred to her to be embarrassed about riding in the chair or being put in or removed from it. But, the image it conveyed to others was distinct. Add to that perception Melissa’s haircut, nail and lip colors and the client had no question about the roles of the two people who arrived.

Brittany was in control and she showed the house well. The buyers ignored Melissa and when she tried to interject something, her comments were ignored. As they were saying good bye, the woman went out of her way to compliment Brittany’s little assistant and told her how grown up she looked.

Melissa found herself thanking the woman. And, as the buyers left, Melissa was trying to understand how she had gotten herself into this situation.

Brittany pulled out Melissa’s book bag and directed her, “Honey, we’re done playing real estate, it’s time to get back into your school clothes. Go into the bathroom and change.”

The reference to ‘playing real estate’ was cutting. Melissa often felt lately like she was going from one event to another with no control. She spent so much time in her fourth grade mode, she was having trouble keeping real life straight from the temporary school related life. Which one was her real life?

As she removed the skirt suit, she wondered if this was just a set of play clothes she wore when they played real estate. Then she snapped at herself. “What is the matter with me?”

Sitting in the hall, Brittany wondered what her reaction would be to a reference that she was playing real estate. She smiled when she heard Melissa say, “What is the matter with me?” She moved away from the bathroom.

Melissa was at school in plenty of time for history. Luckily, she had read the assignments and she knew the subject matter. For some reason, she felt comfort in her mastery of the material and not embarrassing herself in class.

Melissa’s mind was still in turmoil as she rode the bus home. She went to the nursery, because that was her room. She changed into play clothes and gathered her homework.

Mary prepared a snack and Melissa felt she should get all her homework done tonight. She felt like when she was playing real estate, she should not have to take time out for homework. The problem was she did not realize she had thought of her job as playing.

It was a quiet night and Melissa went to bed early. Mary filled Melissa’s sippy cup with warm milk. Melissa read her book and sipped the warm milk. The milk and a full day tempted Melissa into an early sleep. She was curled up in the child’s bed. Mary tucked her in and set the sippy cup to the side of the bed near the headboard.

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The problem was that on Tuesday morning, Melissa still had not removed the nail polish. Things were a little rushed and Mary pushed Melissa out the door to go to school.

As Brittany had suggested, while Melissa stopped in the bathroom before leaving for school, Mary removed Melissa’s purse from her book bag along with her hose. Brittany had assured her that a fourth grader did not need an adult purse since Brittany would drive her everywhere she needed to go.

At school, Melissa and the other kids all headed to homeroom. The kids all gathered their breakfast which was provided by the school. During breakfast, one of the kids felt sick and began vomiting. Miss Thompson begged the kids to behave as she took the young man to the nurse’s office.

Moments after the teacher left things broke down. There was some pushing and food in the air. The next thing Melissa realized, she and Teresa were on the floor and someone had spilled chocolate milk on them as well as other food.

Miss Thompson was really mad when she returned at that moment. Everyone was trying to get back into their desks. Miss Thompson was walking down the rows. “I am so disappointed in all of you. Melissa, how could you get involved in something like this?”

Melissa, head bowed, simply said, “I’m sorry.”

Miss Thompson had stopped. “Melissa and Teresa, go to the Nurses office. You can’t wear these milk stained clothes. You look ridiculous.”

Melissa and Teresa headed to the nurses office.

The nurse took one look at the two girls and instructed them, “Go in the second room and take your uniforms and blouses off immediately. The two girls were quickly down to their underwear. Melissa’s camisole and bra were totally soaked with chocolate milk.

The nurse looked in and said, “Take off the camisole and bra young lady. They are soaked. Then put on this cloth smock while I find you some clothes.”

Melissa was so used to following orders at this point that she disrobed and donned the cloth smock without thinking.

Teresa who was upset at being in trouble and having to take off her uniform was stunned to see Melissa without her bra. She was stunned because Melissa looked just like her. Why did Melissa get to wear a bra when she could not?

As the nurse gathered up the girls’ clothing she said, “I’ll check my spares and the lost and found to see what we have for you girls.”

Teresa asked, “I think my breasts are bigger than Melissa’s so I want a bra too.”

The nurse looked at the bra which was clearly not uniform correct and which was fully padded leaving no room for even small breasts.

The nurse had not seen Melissa since her new haircut and had not made the connection yet. “Wait here girls.”

She walked out to her office and shut the door. She picked up the phone and called the office. “Hi this is the nurse. I have some girls that were involved in a food fight. I needed to get them some new clothing to wear. But, one of the girls is wearing a bra that is a clear violation of uniform policy. Please ask the principal to come down here.”

The nurse went looking for clothes. Moments later the principal arrived. They talked before, the two of them re-entered the room. Teresa was wearing a camisole and her panties along with school socks and shoes. Melissa was wearing a doctor’s office smock and school shoes and socks. The nurse was not specific on who the student was. But the moment Principal Adams saw the haircut, she knew her lottery ticket had come in.

The nurse handed a uniform and blouse to Teresa and told her to get dressed in the outer room. The nurse escorted her out and then sent her back to class with a pre-written note. Returning to the room she found the Principal still staring at Melissa.

“Melissa Martin, have you been wearing this bra or a similar one since the starting of the school year?” The Principal asked.

Standing there in a smock covered in cartoon characters did not build her self-confidence. But, Melissa still found some remaining portion of her adult mind and answered, “Of course. I am a woman and I always wear a bra.”

“Melissa, what grade are you in?”

Without thinking, “Fourth grade, mam.” Susan Adams was pleased with that response.

“Melissa, the nurse needs to verify something for me. Please stand still.”

The nurse said, “We’re all girls here honey. So hold still.” With that, the nurse pulled Melissa’s smock up to her shoulders. It was obvious there were no breasts. She then dropped the smock.

Melissa screeched and then began to weep.

“Melissa, I think we need to carry on this conversation in my office. Please get dressed.”

The nurse handed her a camisole, blouse and a uniform.

Melissa got dressed and followed the two women to the office.

Pointing to the bench, the principal said, “Sit.”

She asked the secretary for Melissa’s student file and took it into her office. While Melissa waited, Principal Adams called Brittany on her cell phone and confirmed that she would be in the office soon. Principal Adams explained the situation and told Brittany she would wait for her arrival.

When Brittany arrived the secretary led her right into the Principal’s office and closed the door. Melissa did not miss the serious look on Brittany’s face as she passed by.

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“Have a seat so we can discuss the situation.” Principal Adams suggested.

Wearing another of her professional looking skirt suits, Brittany sat down in the comfortable guest chair reserved for parents and guests but never for students.

Principal Adams knew that there was an unspoken joint effort to demote and regress Melissa. Both parties had different motivations. Today’s events might be one of the last major opportunities to put Melissa in her place and get back at her for her higher than thou attitude of the past. “Brittany, I think you will agree with me that we have each gotten a certain satisfaction from the trials and tribulations of our charge, Melissa.”

Brittany nodded, “We can certainly agree on that.”

Susan Adams thought for another moment, “Melissa was always a thorn in my side. The opportunity to make her eat a little dirt was too much to pass up. Off the record, I have probably pushed things farther than reasonable. But, how often does a person get a blank ticket to degrade and regress an adult who needed an attitude adjustment? So, you have also taken opportunities to regress our little charge over the last few weeks. I assume that you are comfortable with where things are.”

Brittany smiled conspiratorially, “I think it is fair to say that we have both pushed the limits. While you have imprinted her mind and behavior in the fourth grade, I have tried to mold her outer image, her home and office life to penalize her and benefit myself.”

“I was notified several weeks ago that Melissa was wearing a bra and that during her physical, the nurse noted that according to our school dress code, she should not be wearing a bra due to the lack of virtually any chest development at all. I wanted to wait and use this as potentially the last chance to inflict a major penalty on my former terror.”

Brittany added, “I was at Melissa’s house this past weekend. First you should know that due to her childish behavior, Mary moved Melissa out of the master bedroom we had redecorated into the old nursery in their house. So, your little fourth grader is now sleeping in a juvenile bed which was originally a crib. Mary is treating her like her little sister. Over the weekend, when I picked her up for the birthday party, I was looking through the drawers in the baby’s dresser where Melissa now stores her underclothes. I was surprised to find that her bras were totally padded. I actually removed her bra before the birthday party. The old school dress code never occurred to me.”

Susan Adams and Brittany had a good laugh about that. Susan then explained that she was sick and tired of the double image Melissa was maintaining. She wondered if Brittany could figure out a way that Melissa might wear her uniform at work. Susan also insisted that to fully regress Melissa, she needed to attend more classes. Brittany was thrilled with the suggestions and several ideas passed back and forth. The two conspirators talked about what they wanted and ways to implement their plan. Susan was enjoying playing with Melissa the regressed school girl and she wanted it to continue. Both women wanted to continue to degrade and take advantage of Melissa for the foreseeable future.

Having agreed on a plan, Brittany set up her phone to record video of the upcoming meeting before Melissa was called into the office.

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“Stand in front of my desk. You should be familiar with the position by now.” Susan Adams made her way behind the desk.

“Melissa, what grade are you in?”

“Fourth Grade, mam,” Melissa answered without pausing.

“Why are you wearing your school uniform?” Susan asked.

“Because of the rules. I have to wear a uniform to ride the bus and go to class.” Melissa explained.

“Were you told that you needed to follow the dress code?”

Melissa nodded quickly, “Absolutely. I read the dress code and followed it to make sure I did not break your rules.”

Principal Adams shook her head, “They are not my rules. They are the school districts’ rules. What I can’t figure out is why you have put yourself in this position.”

Melissa looked at her quizzically, “What position have I put myself in?”

The nurse was in the back of the room and Brittany was sitting in the comfortable chair. The Principal explained, “Little girl, and I say that on purpose. You were wearing a bra under your uniform today. And earlier you admitted that you have worn a bra every day of school. But a simple examination makes it crystal clear that you have no breasts and therefore, according to the school dress code, you are not allowed to wear a bra as part of the school uniform. You, a bright little girl who has read all of the rules have been deceiving me and the other school administrators and teachers. I am beside myself. Someday when you go through puberty and develop breasts you may need a bra, but that day has not arrived. The first step is to administer discipline. Please lean over the desk. Nurse, if you would please assist us.”

Melissa was trying to process what had been said. “Wait. I am a woman and I have to wear my bra. You can’t tell me I can’t wear my bra. I …”

“Stop!” Principal Adams demanded and cut her off. “You will wear whatever the dress code says. Nothing more and nothing less. I will not debate our rules with a fourth grade student. And, Let us not forget Melissa’s rules, know the rules, follow the rules or face the consequences. It is now time to face the consequences.”

The nurse took hold of Melissa’s arms and pulled her over the desk. Melissa knew what was coming and yet she was deathly afraid of the implications.

The Principal had her trusty little paddle in hand and began the process of molding Melissa’s mind.

Melissa remembered to count and say she was sorry. “One, I am sorry.”

After getting Melissa warmed up with fifteen of the best, Melissa was having trouble getting the words out while grabbing a breath and crying.

At that point, Principal Adams figured Melissa was now open to a little mind management. In between swats, she began interrogating her charge.

“Are you a big girl?” Answer, “No, I’m a little girl”

“Do little girls have breasts?” Answer, “No, only bigger girls have breasts.”

“Do you have breasts?” Answer, “No, I never got breasts.”

“Are you a big girl?” Answer, “No, I’m a little girl”

“So you’re a little girl with no breasts?” Answer “Yes. I’m a little girl and I don’t have breasts.”

“Why do girls wear a bra?” Answer, “To control and protect their breasts.”

“So, if you don’t have breasts why wear a bra?” Answer, “I don’t know.”

“But little girl, you were wearing a bra and you have already told us you don’t have breasts. So, why have you been wearing a bra?” Answer, “To pretend that I had breasts. To look older.”

“Should little girls pretend to be older?” Answer, “No. I just didn’t want to be made fun of.”

“You wore this bra even though you knew it was not allowed at school, didn’t you.” Answer, “I guess I did. I always wear a bra. I need it so I look right.”

“Do any of the other girls in your class need to look older or look right?” Answer, “No I guess not.”

“Why do you think you are special?” Answer, “Because, I needed it outside of school.”

“So you knowingly broke the rules because of what might happen outside of school?” Answer, “I guess.”

Each question had been separated by a swat from the paddle. Now the intensity seemed to increase.

“You will never wear a bra to my school in violation of the dress code. Do you understand?” Answer, “I understand.”

“Say it.” Answer, “I won’t ever wear a bra in violation of the school dress code.”

“Again.” Answer, “I won’t ever wear a bra in violation of the school dress code.”

“Again.” Answer, “I won’t ever wear a bra in violation of the school dress code. I promise.”

“Weeks ago you promised to never violate the dress code ever again. And you lied to me every day since then. Didn’t you?” Answer, “Yes.”

“Are fourth grade girls in charge of the school?” Answer, “No.”

“What grade are you in?” Answer, “I am in fourth grade. I try to be a good little girl. I will try harder.”

Melissa would count every stroke and say she was sorry.

After each stroke, convince me of the following, that you are sorry, whether you are a big girl or a little girl and that you know who is in charge around here.

“Thirty seven, I am so sorry. I am a little fourth grade girl and I do whatever the teachers or the principal say. I just want to go to class and not break the rules. Please let me go back to my fourth grade classes.”

Principal Adams liked that, “That is good, repeat that every time and I will continue till you have convinced me.”

The Principal intensified things and continued until Melissa was up to fifty. Melissa sounded like she was begging to go to school and that she really wanted to be a good girl.

Susan Adams liked the sound of the pleading. Melissa Martin the former thorn in her side was begging to be a fourth grade student and promising to be good.

There was a pause after fifty to allow Melissa to regain her breath and to control the sobbing. The nurse let go of her arms. Susan Adams pointed to the corner, “In the corner, nose in.”

Melissa scurried to the corner and shoved her nose into the corner. Her weeping continued. They could hear her saying over and over again, “I am a little fourth grade girl and I do whatever the teachers or the principal say. I just want to go to class and not break the rules. Please let me go back to my fourth grade classes.”

The women stepped out into the outer office. The nurse went to get some ointment for Melissa’s rear end. They waited a little while and then re-entered the office. Melissa was called over to the nurse who was sitting in a chair and the nurse applied some ointment to her tortured behind before replacing her childish panties.

Principal Adams declared, “Your totally insulting way of breaking the dress code is a huge problem. Therefore, in addition to this discipline session, you will be suspended for the rest of the day and tomorrow. I expect you in my office after homeroom on Thursday. Between now and then I need to talk to the school board. Your infractions should lead to an expulsion. Obviously, that would mean you can no longer ride the school bus. I have no idea how this would impact the rest of your life and at this point I don’t care. I may be able to convince the school board to give you another chance. If I do we will discuss that on Thursday. Otherwise, you will be cleaning out your locker and be banned from these premises in the future. Your guardian may take you home.”

Brittany was clearly upset as she dragged Melissa out to the car. As she harnessed her into the car seat, Brittany placed the pacifier into Melissa’s mouth and said, “Don’t you dare say a word young lady. You are in big trouble.”

Brittany drove to Melissa’s house. Upon entering the house, Brittany instructed, “Young lady, you will go to your room and remove your school uniform. I will be there momentarily.”

Brittany could be heard on the phone calling the office to explain that they would not be in today.

In the nursery, Melissa removed her blouse and uniform. She removed the plastic bag with the dirty clothes from school. Brittany stormed into the room. “Take off your little panties.” Brittany reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of the training pants and handed them to Melissa, “You will wear these until I tell you different.”

Melissa reluctantly replaced her underwear.

Brittany extracted a very juvenile nighty and handed it to Melissa. Brittany pulled the camisole off of Melissa and told her to put on the nighty. Melissa was too stunned to be embarrassed about standing before Brittany with no bra or top on.

Melissa was put in the bed. Brittany reached down and pulled up the side of the crib which had been hidden under a decorative drape.

“Since I can’t trust you to do as you are told, you will take a nap and try to figure out an explanation of how we all got here. You need to explain yourself. If the principal cannot get the board to agree, you won’t be able to go to work with me anymore. Think about that. No more playing real estate agent. If you need to get out of bed for something, call me. I better not find you wandering around this house.”

With the curtains closed, Brittany shut off the light and closed the door almost totally leaving the room in darkness. Melissa curled up in a ball and gripped Rainbow Dash tightly. If she couldn’t go to work with Brittany, she would not get paid. How could she live in the house? She cried and closed her eyes as she eventually fell asleep.

Chapter 55

Awakening in the middle of the afternoon, Melissa was disoriented. Seeing the bars of the crib in front of her scared her for a second as she wondered if she was in jail. Then her morning came flooding back. She could hear voices somewhere in the house. Before she knelt up in the bed and thought about climbing out, she remembered the warning she was given earlier.

Brittany was explaining what had happened at school that morning and how Melissa had admitted to blatantly violating the dress code from the first moment she wore the uniform. Mary was surprised it had taken this long for anyone to notice. Brittany explained that when Melissa woke up from her nap, the two of them would be collecting not only Melissa’s bras, but all adult lingerie and locking it up for the foreseeable future. Mary thought that this was appropriate since a fourth grader certainly did not need these things.

While Brittany and Mary conspired, Melissa was trying to figure out how to let them know she needed to get up and use the restroom. It was clear that Mary was home from school and Brittany was still here. As her desperation rose, Melissa’s confinement limitations raised her anxiety. She did not want to upset anyone, but she did not want to totally embarrass herself in the eyes of Mary. However, as her bodily needs overrode the concerns she found herself calling out in a begging voice, “Mary or Brittany, I need to go to the bathroom. Can someone come in here please?”

Mary was stunned to hear Melissa’s call and turned to go to the nursery. Brittany grabbed her arm and shook her head. “Mary, give it a moment. Melissa has been trying to mislead us. Today, she was disciplined. When I put her down for a nap, I explained that she was in big trouble and that under no circumstances was she to get out of her bed without one of us letting her out. Let’s let her desperation rise. That will enforce that she needs to depend on us.”

Mary shrugged her shoulders and the two of them listened to Melissa’s pleas for a couple of more minutes. Each time she called out, you could hear the increased desperation in her voice.

Finally, Melissa sounded like she was going to cry if no one came to save her. “Please, someone come let me out of my bed. Please I have to go to the bathroom. I don’t want to wet my pants. Please, Mary, where are you? Brittany, I have to go to the bathroom.”

With Mary in tow, Brittany delicately opened the door. “Honey, you are up. How was your nap?”

“I have to go to the bathroom. Please let me go to the bathroom. I have to get out of bed.” Melissa was begging.

Brittany stopped approaching the bed and looked seriously at Melissa, “I asked, How was your nap?”

Desperate, Melissa said, “Fine. My nap was fine. Can I go to the bathroom?”

Brittany couldn’t help asking, “Are you still dry?”

Mary was snickering.

Totally embarrassed and demoralized, Melissa was sort of bouncing back and forth on her feet while she held onto the crib rail. The pee-pee dance was well known to both Brittany and Mary. “Yes, I am still dry. But not for much longer. Please!”

Brittany lowered the rail on the crib and lifted Melissa down to the floor. Melissa ran as fast as she could in her childish nighty to the bathroom.

Mary thought her little sister looked very cute scooting off to go potty.

Both women heard the childish sigh of relief as Melissa relieved herself in the bathroom. After washing her hands, Melissa returned to the nursery.

Brittany pulled out a childish pair of shorts which were so thin that her training underwear was evident to all. She paired that with a thin t-shirt that clearly showed she was wearing nothing underneath and highlighted her board flat chest.

Dressed in her play clothes, Brittany had Melissa stand in her nursery for their discussion regarding bras.

“Melissa, since you have been breaking the rules, I have to take action to ensure you follow the rules. Therefore, I am going to collect all of your bras and put them away. Should you need them, you may ask me and I will provide one if your needs are appropriate. Be assured that when you need a bra, I will be happy to make sure you have whatever is needed.”

Mary opened the dresser drawer and she handed Brittany all of the bras from the dresser. She also handed over a couple of pairs of stockings which were there. The three of them then moved back to the master bedroom. Melissa was told to stand in the hall. Melissa stood in her childish clothing in the doorway watching as the two women collected all of her bras and apparently any lingerie which had what appeared to be bra shapes or covering. Everything was loaded into a hold-all which Brittany put on the bed.

Like a pet banned from a room in the house, Melissa stared longingly into the master bedroom. She was no longer allowed in what had been her bedroom until recently. The room still contained many of her personal items which were now denied her.

Carrying the bag, Brittany led them to the kitchen. Brittany placed the bag near the door. Melissa was seated at the table.

“For the next few days, you will only wear the training underwear. That is because your actions remind us more of a toddler than a young lady. I will let you know when you can return to your My Little Pony underwear. If that is what you want, then you will behave so you can start wearing underwear more appropriate for you and other fourth grade girls. You want to wear big girl underwear don’t you?”

Melissa felt an emptiness in not being able to wear her regular My Little Pony underwear. “Yes, I want to be able to wear My Little Pony underwear.”

“You are going to have to behave and convince me that you are worthy of being allowed this upgrade in your underwear. Are you going to behave?” Brittany asked.

“I will behave and do whatever you want. Just tell me what to do.” Melissa begged. “I want to wear My Little Pony underwear.”

Mary could not believe Melissa was begging to wear childish underwear. Every day, Melissa seemed to be adopting more childish behavior and was acting like a little girl. Mary could see nothing before her except a little girl. And she decided that was the only way she would deal with Melissa.

Brittany explained that Melissa was not allowed to watch TV until her school suspension was lifted. She was allowed to read some of the books from her room. Mary and Brittany would select and/or approve of any reading material. Melissa moved to the living room and Mary retrieved a few beginner reader books from the nursery. While Melissa felt this was silly, she knew better than to complain.

Meanwhile, Mary and Brittany prepared a simple dinner of grilled boneless chicken breasts, salad and green beans. After dinner, Melissa was allowed to read more of her books before being sent to her room.

Brittany explained that she or Mary would select all of Melissa’s clothing. Melissa was dressed in her childish nighty and put in the bed. A full sippy cup was set against the headboard.

Chapter 56

As she woke up on Wednesday, Melissa was initially aware of a thick wad of material between her legs. It was only as she came fully awake staring out at the room through the bars of the crib that she realized the weird feeling was the training underwear she was forced to wear for the last couple of days.

Melissa knew she did not have to go to school today since she was suspended. But, Mary was supposed to go to school. She wondered what time it was since there were no clocks in the nursery. Had Mary left for school? Who would let her out of her crib?

Melissa laid in bed unaware of how tightly she was clutching Rainbow Dash. She listened to hear some noise or activity from the rest of the house. After a long period of time, she thought she heard something from the kitchen.

Climbing to her feet in the crib, she clutched the railing and called out, “Good morning. Can I get out of bed to go to the bathroom? Hello.”

After a few minutes, Brittany wandered into the doorway. Melissa had expected Mary to answer her call.

Not wanting to agitate Brittany, “Miss Woods, good morning. May I get out of bed and go to the bathroom?”

Brittany was reasonably happy with Melissa’s attempt to pander to her. “Good morning little one. Did you sleep well?”

Melissa quickly responded, “Yes, I slept well. May I please get out of bed now?”

Brittany nodded and lowered the railing on the bed. She lifted Melissa out in the same way she removed her from her car seat.

Melissa quickly headed off to the bathroom. Upon returning to the nursery, Melissa removed her nighty and placed it in the dirty clothes hamper. Standing there in her toddler training pants and nothing else, with her arms crossed, Melissa asked, “Miss Woods, what should I wear today?”

Brittany selected clothes identical to the ones she selected yesterday. She wanted everyone seeing Melissa to clearly see that she was wearing toddler training pants. She also wanted a thin shirt that made it clear Melissa had nothing else on. The shorts were thin and light yellow and fit like a glove. The tight pants exposed every thick edge on the training pants.

Brittany added a couple of childish plastic barrettes to the sides of Melissa’s hair. The clothes, haircut, hairless body and lack of any womanly curve combined to ensure that Melissa looked like a big toddler of indeterminate age.

Melissa asked, “Where is Mary?”

Brittany shook her head, “Honey, Mary has school today. She got on the bus just a little while ago. She can’t miss school because you are acting juvenile and trying to mislead everyone. Now, let’s go eat some breakfast.”

Melissa was seated at the table and Brittany placed a bowl of oatmeal in front of her. “Eat all your breakfast. The day is wasting away.”

Melissa was not a fan of oatmeal but she obeyed and began eating her breakfast.

Brittany added a glass of milk and pushed Melissa, “Drink your milk and finish all of your oatmeal.”

Melissa was starting to feel full, but she pushed on. By the time she was done, her stomach was full and she washed it down with the milk. Melissa rinsed her dishes and placed them in the dishwasher before turning to Brittany.

“As your principal has explained, you are suspended from school for lying and misleading everyone. Your actions are more reflective of a small child than a big girl. For today, I will treat you like the child your behavior deserves. I have to run some errands today and I can’t leave a small child alone so you will need to come with me. I called my real estate office and explained that I cannot come in today and that I would have you with me. Mrs. Dolan was very understanding.”

Melissa noted that the bag with all of her bras and other personal items was no longer at the back door. However, she knew better than to ask questions about it.

Brittany grabbed her purse and led Melissa out to the car. Melissa had no backpack, no school uniform, no id or telephone. She simply looked like a large toddler out for the day with Brittany. She would have no ability to prove who she was or that she was anything other than what she appeared to be. Brittany loaded Melissa into her car seat and tightened the harness. As she backed away, Brittany flicked the little stuffed animal and car keys which taunted Melissa due to her loss of driving privileges. Melissa stared longingly at the bouncing keys wondering what had happened to her old life.

Brittany stopped in front of a big box baby store. Besides baby items the store merchandise focused on clothing and needs for toddlers. Melissa did not want to get out of the car. But after it was clear that Brtittany had the leverage and would be able to extract her from the car seat, she gave up. Holding Brittany’s hand, she was led into the store. For some unknown reason, Brittany got a basket and they headed into the store. Melissa worked hard to keep her concerns under wrap and avoided asking any questions.

The tension and concern from Melissa fed Brittany’s excitement. Brittany strolled through the section where cloth diapers were sold and stopped to finger many items. They observed the alternatives in playpens and toddler related items. In the disposable diaper aisle, Brittany selected some pink toddler sized diapers and handed them to Melissa asking her to put them in the basket.

Melissa felt like she was walking off a cliff as she approached the basket with the packet of diapers. It took all her willpower to actually let go of the packet and it felt like time stood still as the packet dropped into the basket. With time standing still, it seemed like forever before the packet hit the bottom of the basket. She did not even realize she was staring transfixed at the diapers until Brittany patted her on the shoulder.

Brought out of her trance, Melissa followed Brittany into the toddler clothing section. Searching through the clothes, Brittany sought the most juvenile items which would fit her young charge. She found a couple of tops and a pair of skirts which would totally expose whatever underwear or diapers the child was wearing. The items were perfect. A pack of more training pants were added to the basket and they were done shopping.

Although she did not actually plan to buy the diapers, Melissa’s reaction to them was so perfect that she figured the investment was worth it simply for the entertainment value. Staring at the purchases wide-eyed, Melissa said not a word. But, her concern was etched on her face.

Brittany handed the shopping bag to Melissa and held onto her other hand as they headed back to the car. Conversing with Melissa, Brittany used a syrupy voice like talking to a small child. Used to it by now,Melissa simply played along talking as she expected a young child would.

Brittany stopped at several women’s shops that she knew were favorites of Melissa’s. As she shopped, Brittany continued talking down to Melissa while asking what she thought about various fashions. Melissa knew many of the saleswomen and was on the verge of hyperventilating at each store as she expected them to recognize her. And yet, no one thought she was anything other than a small child. Brittany got the sales women to talk to Melissa and the fear Brittany saw in her eyes was interpreted as shyness by the sales women. They all thought it was cute while Melissa simply wanted to cry, curl up in a ball and die.

At noon, they headed for another one of Melissa’s favorite restaurants. Brittany ordered for Melissa and soon she was presented with a plate of hot dog and French fries with a large milk.

Their waitress was someone Melissa thought of as a friend and her tension continued to increase each time the woman approached the table. When she began talking baby talk to Melissa, the desire to cry was almost overwhelming.

Leaving the restaurant in early afternoon, Brittany led Melissa to the walk and they headed to the business next door. At first, Melissa thought it was another children’s store. It was not until they approached the door that she realized it was not a shop. It was a daycare center.

“Welcome,” a cheery voice said as they entered.

“Hi, I’m Miss Woods, I called earlier. I need to run a few errands and I need someone to watch my little one for a few hours.”

The chipper woman leaned down in front of Melissa, “My name is Sandy. What is your name honey?”

“Melissa. My name is Melissa.” She could not believe Brittany intended to leave her with some stranger. Why did she need to stay in a day care center?

“We’ll have a great time. You just get your errands done and Melissa and I will be fine.” Sandy assured Brittany.

Waving goodbye, Brittany said, “Thank you, I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” Then she paused, “Oh Sandy, Melissa has had some control problems. So, if she has an accident, feel free to put her in diapers.”

Melissa felt like she had swallowed her tongue as she stared, bewildered at a receding Brittany. Why had she said that?

Brittany ran by her lawyer’s office, then dropped by her home to pick up a few things and drop off all of Melissa’s bras. It was hard to put in words the excitement she felt watching the desperation in Melissa’s eyes as she left her at the daycare center. Melissa was entering a new phase of her demotion and regression and Brittany was getting a lot of satisfaction from participating in the process.

If things worked out, Melissa’s bras and a significant portion of her existing wardrobe might end up at goodwill. Brittany looked forward to some thrilling moments as that process took place.

Entering the day care center, Sandy approached, “Miss Woods, you have such a lovely girl. She helped me with the babies and even helped change a few diapers. She will make a great babysitter when she gets just a little older. Of course, most mothers don’t want a baby sitter who is still being potty trained. You’ll want to get that under control.”

Brittany couldn’t help asking, “She didn’t have an accident, did she?”

Sandy shook her head, “Of course not. I make the toddlers go to the bathroom very often so I don’t have to clean them up and change their clothes.”

They found Melissa sitting with some three year olds watching Barney on a TV.

Melissa was so excited to see Brittany, she felt like she was being saved. Without thinking, she jumped up and ran over the Brittany.

Sandy said, “Kids are always so excited when they are picked up. Melissa, I hope you come visit us again. You were a delight.”

Brittany and Melissa arrived home shortly after Mary arrived from school. Melissa was positioned on the couch reading more of the childish books from the nursery. Brittany ordered pizza for dinner. Mary had a hard time remembering the little girl she ate dinner with as anything other than her little sister.

Melissa was sent to have a bath before dressing for bed. Brittany instructed Melissa and Mary that due to the suspension and her behavior, Melissa would have an early bedtime for the foreseeable future. Melissa found herself in the crib in the nursery before 8 PM. She was reading a juvenile book and sipping from her sippy cup. Melissa slipped off to sleep soon after Mary doused the light.

Chapter 57

Thursday morning, Melissa got up when Mary woke her and went to the bathroom. She reluctantly put on a clean pair of the thick training panties. A camisole and her regular school uniform were donned. Melissa was finally dressed like any other toddler heading off to school.

After a quiet breakfast, the two girls boarded the school bus and rode to school. Several of the children in Melissa’s class tried to talk to her about her suspension, but she remained silent.

After homeroom, Melissa headed to the office. Brittany arrived to find Melissa sitting on the bench outside the principal’s office. They were both ushered into the office.

Melissa stood in her place in front of the desk while Brittany sat in one of the comfortable chairs. The Secretary stood off to one side.

The Principal began, “I have discussed your case at length with the board and they are reluctant to agree to continue to allow you to attend our school.” She paused and could see the fear in Melissa’s eyes. “However, I have convinced them that given a very strict agreement we should give you another chance. This is a take it or leave it offer. You will sign the agreement or be expelled from the school. Do you understand?”

Melissa nodded, “I understand. I’ll do anything I need to do.”

Susan picked up the agreement and began to read.

Agreement

Melissa Martin seeks to reach an agreement with the school administration whereby she may continue to remain a registered student.  Melissa Martin hereby admits that she has knowingly violated the dress code from the first day when she wore the school uniform.  Melissa Martin, currently registered in the fourth grade, hereby states her desire to be and to remain a registered student for as long as possible.  

After reviewing the student file and reviewing in detail the multiple discipline forms which have been filed regarding the registered fourth grade student Melissa Martin, Principal Adams hopes to reach an agreement whereby Miss Martin may continue to remain a registered student for as long as possible and minimize further discipline problems.  

Miss Brittany Woods, the guardian identified in Melissa Martin’s student file, wants to work with the administration to ensure that Melissa Martin will remain a registered student in good standing.  Miss Woods has indicated a willingness to increase her oversight to help the student, Melissa Martin, to follow the rules and perform well in school.

Melissa Martin agrees to work with her guardian Miss Brittany Woods to ensure that no further blatant dress code violations will occur.  Melissa Martin will read and memorize all the school rules.

While registered as a student, Melissa Martin agrees to adhere to the dress code and wear an appropriate school uniform during all school days [School days will be defined herein as Monday through Friday excluding national holidays].  In addition, Melissa Martin agrees to only wear the school uniform, the school physical education uniform, a team or activity uniform at any time she is on school property or at a school function or a function where the school or students are involved.  The Principal may make an exception to the uniform requirement on an individual daily basis only in extraordinary circumstances.  Requests must be in writing, stating the day of the exception, the duration of the exception, the clothes the student wants to wear and the reason for the exception.  

Due to a specific misunderstanding, the administration feels a need to articulate the following dress code requirement.  Melissa Martin does not at this time meet the school dress code requirements to wear a bra of any type to school as part of a school uniform.  Melissa Martin agrees that until both her guardian, Miss Brittany Woods, and the school Principal determine that her physical situation has changed, Melissa Martin will not wear a bra of any type.  On school days, a bra will not be considered a part of Melissa’s school uniform.  This specific clarification in this agreement will not change until a physical change has occurred necessitating the need for a bra and both her guardian and the Principal concur.  The wearing of a bra of any type will be considered a breach of this agreement subject to discipline or cancellation of this agreement.  

Melissa Martin specifically asks that her guardian, Miss Brittany Woods, take a more active role in ensuring that Melissa Martin meets all of the requirements of this agreement.  Further, Miss Brittany Woods is tasked with ensuring that actions necessary to keep Melissa Martin’s school registration active are completed in a timely manner.

Melissa Martin and her guardian, Miss Brittany Woods, agree that in the event Melissa Martin cannot or willingly refuses to abide by this agreement, that the parties hereto agree to a settlement amount which will cover all expenses incurred by the school which would have been necessary to supply any and all services if the registered student had been the only student involved.  This settlement will not include the salaries of the Administration staff.  

Melissa Martin consents and agrees to follow the terms of this agreement and submit to any oversight and correction required to meet the terms of this agreement as determined by the Principal and/or Miss Brittany Woods.  Melissa Martin further agrees to allow Miss Brittany Woods to act on Melissa Martin’s behalf where needed to ensure this agreement is carried out and that Miss Brittany Woods shall have full authority to do whatever is needed.

Signed,

Melissa Martin, registered fourth grade student

Brittany Woods, Guardian to Melissa Martin/responsible party as designated herein

Principal Susan Adams, on behalf of the school and the school district

Notarized by the secretary.

Principal Adams placed a copy of the agreement in front of Melissa and held out a pen.

Melissa had negotiated a lot of deals. But, she was not being given a lot of time to review this one. “Principal Adams, may I ask a question or two prior to making my decision?”

“Absolutely, honey. What is it you need to know?”

“I am agreeing to wear the school uniform and abide by the dress code rules whenever I am here on a school day, is that correct?” Melissa asked.

“Yes, Melissa. You must wear your school uniform on school days, like it says in the agreement.” The Principal responded.

“I will not be wearing a bra to school anymore because that violates the school rules.”

“Again, you seem to understand that portion of the agreement.” The Principal’s response seemed patronizing. “In addition, this agreement ensures you can ride the bus to and from school each school day for the foreseeable future. That’s important to you isn’t it?”

“Yes, I need to get to and from school on the bus. What about this penalty section?” Melissa said.

The principal explained, “The school board does not want to go out of its way to help you if you are going to flaunt the rules and be an ongoing pain for the district. Therefore, they wanted to ensure that you have a high price to pay for not following the rules or breaking the agreement. As long as you follow the agreement and don’t break the rules, for example by wearing a brassiere, you should have no concerns about the penalty. It only comes into play if you try to break the agreement. Now, I know this is a lot to ask of a fourth grader, but I have other things to do today. I need to know if you are going to sign this agreement.”

Melissa felt like she was missing something. But she saw no way out. She would lose her job if she couldn’t get to work. She lifted the pen and signed the agreement. The Principal and Brittany all signed the agreement. There were four original copies that needed to be signed.

The secretary pulled out a book and asked each of them for their identification. Brittany pulled out her own identification and Melissa’s temporary state id issued in lieu of a driving license. Melissa, Principal Adams and Brittany all had to sign the notary book. The secretary made copies of everyone’s IDs and took a picture of the three ladies. She then notarized all of the signatures.

The secretary led Melissa out of the office and took her to her math class which was still in progress.

Brittany offered to keep Melissa’s copy of the agreement for her. She had the secretary provide several additional notarized official copies for her files and personal use. Principal Adams filed her copy of the agreement in Melissa Martin’s student file.

Principal Adams and Brittany sat in the office with the door closed and lightly laughed. After they discussed several other items, Brittany told Susan Adams that she needed to see her lawyer and run some errands. Therefore, a good start to the new agreement might be for Melissa to stay in school for the entire day.

Susan Adams could not agree more. “I’ll notify our little girl after math class and make sure she has a copy of her full schedule. She probably hasn’t had a school lunch in a while.”

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Later that morning, Brittany handed over the final signed copies of the agreement to her attorney. Laura Shaw had gone to school with Brittany and they had done a lot of partying in their younger days. Brittany explained, “As you can see, I included all the wording you specified in the agreement. It has been signed, witnessed and notarized.”

Laura verified everything and looked back at Brittany. “You have done well my friend. I will file this and our motions with the court this afternoon. We should be able to get a hearing in just a couple of days. The judge is a friend of mine and I have had some preliminary conversations with her. She agreed with my analysis. This wording is essentially a power of attorney. Any adult that voluntarily registers in grade school and then signs an agreement basically asking to stay in grade school has demonstrated that they need a legal guardian to monitor their affairs while they play at their fantasy. The wording of this agreement not only hands you power of attorney, it asks that you take on that responsibility. I am confident that within a day or two you will be Melissa Martin’s legal guardian until the court finds otherwise. Melissa Martin will be declared a legal child for the duration of this situation. That will allow you to manage any monies, property, investments or to make any needed decisions for the protection and maintenance of the child.”

Standing as Laura came around the desk, the two women hugged and cheek kissed. Brittany smiled and thanked Laura profusely.

Brittany noted before leaving, “Once the order is official, can you please notify the court in Melissa’s Car Seat case that I will be the principal and only contact for questions regarding the case or notices regarding decisions.”

Laura assured her that it would be taken care of. “It would be illegal and inappropriate for the court to communicate with a child regarding any official matters. As the child’s guardian, you will be the only person who needs to know what is going on. I might add that as a child, riding in a car seat is probably more appropriate for your fourth grader.”