Mrs. Johnson took one look at Monica and gave a knowing smile, “Ah, Monica, your mother told me about your punishment.”
“Why did she tell you?” Monica inquired.
“Oh, she had to tell the whole school staff, Monica,” Mrs. Johnson told the diapered teenager.
“She what?” Monica demanded.
“She had to make sure that this,” Mrs. Johnson regarded Monica’s infantile attire, “was okay.”
“And the school said yes?” Monica asked in disbelief.
“Of course,” Mrs. Johnson replied, “you’re not a child anymore, Monica, but your mother feels that you act like a baby, so she thought this was an appropriate punishment.” Monica groaned as her teacher went on, “anyway, when I heard about this punishment, I asked your mother if we as a class could take advantage of this opportunity.”
“Opportunity?” Monica repeated, getting a little worried about where this was going.
“Today,” Mrs. Johnson explained, “we’ll be starting our lessons on child care, and you are going to be our demonstration baby?”
“What?” Monica yelled as the rest of the class roared with laughter.
“Is the little baby scared?” one girl asked.
“We promise to take good care of you, Monica!” A boy added.
“Mrs. Johnson,” another girl raised her hand, “if we bring some costumes for our baby. Can we dress her up?” Several girls gave shouts of approval at this question.
“Now, class,” Mrs. Johnson lectured, “calm down; we have to get to today’s lesson.” The teacher presented her hand for Monica to take when the diapered teen refused, and Mrs. Johnson stood her ground. “This will help you get more credit Monica, and your mother made it clear that she has plans for you if your grades don’t improve.” Monica wasn’t sure how things could worsen, but she realized that getting her grades up was the quickest way out of this nappy nightmare. Monica reluctantly allowed her teacher to lead her to the center of the room, where everyone could see her. “Now, class,” Mrs. Johnson told her students, “Someday you might have children, so it’s best to practice as soon as possible; today, we’ll be learning…