In the name of science

The decline of adulthood.

Ashlie Farmer shifted her feet in her towering heels, listening impatiently to the head of her department. Ashlie," lectured Dr. John Baxter, "You're a gifted psychologist. However, I just don't see how you can accomplish your research goals. There's no way to objectively collect the data..." Inwardly Ashlie fumed. She was a pretty petite blonde, accustomed to getting her own way and she didn't like being thwarted! She stood 4'6" and weighed just 90 pounds. Adjusting her expensive tailored blazer, she fervently disagreed. "Dr. Baxter, I've been working part-time at the daycare center as a counsellor as part of my project. I've become very friendly with Mrs. Johnson, the owner. She employs girls from the local Catholic school as care-givers, in fact, her daughter not only works in the center, but goes to the school herself. We've become friends. I can't see why I can't interview her, and use the experiences as the basis for my paper..." Dr. Baxter pushed back his glasses and sighed loudly. "Ashlie," he interrupted, "you know as well as I, that the research has to be first hand! Your original thesis dealt with the psychology of teenage girls and their reactions to taking care of children. essentially a gender and role-assignment investigation. Your working at the center has given YOU access to valuable data. As a bonus, you've been able to give these girls guidance and do relevant observational studies. From the early drafts of your paper, you've done a magnificent job! Now you come to me and want to add a section about first hand experiences? This doesn't have anything to do with Kirsten Hightower does it?" Ashlie bit her bottom lip, trying to control her anger. Kirsten was her only rival for the Department Chair. Dr. Baxter was rumoured to be retiring soon, and both she and Kirsten were angling for the job. They were each involved in their own research, hoping that the publication of a major paper would sway the selection board in their own favour. While she was confident about her own abilities, Ashlie had heard through the grapevine that Kirsten was working on "something big." It was suppose to be a new break through in her field, something unheard of. Ashlie had to make sure her own work carried an extra punch. Before she could answer, Dr. Baxter went on. "In any case, you want to use an interview. You know as well as I, that wouldn't be ethical. In order to acquire the data you're looking for, you would have to become one of the students and work with them at the center..." He paused and looked up at Ashlie. Smiling indulgently he chortled; "but I think you're a little old to go running around in a schoolgirl jumper and Mary janes, Don't you?" Ashlie blushed at the mental image he had created. She was twenty-six, a newly-minted PhD on her way to becoming a noted psychologist. She knew she was small, but she compensated for it by wearing very high heels with almost unnoticeable platform soles. She wore her long blonde hair up in a high, professional bun. Her clothes were stylish, and while her breasts were not large, they were firm and supple. She looked every inch the smart, attractive, professional young woman that she appeared to be. "I don't think it will come to that, Dr. Baxter," she replied indignantly. Ashlie didn't like the condescending smile on his face. What on earth was he thinking? "You want first-hand experience?" she spat angrily. "Then I'll get it!" Turning smartly on her high heels, Ashlie stormed out of the office. She had formed a plan, but she was going to need some

All that following weekend, Ashlie made her plans. She went shopping on Saturday and had no trouble picking up some of the things she would need. Later that day she telephoned Mrs. Johnson, explaining that she was going to need her help on an important project. Susan Johnson was in her late thirties, and despite their age difference, she knew that Ashlie considered her a friend and colleague. Susan had a degree in early childhood education, with an extensive background in child welfare. She had been delighted when Ashlie had approached her about working in the center. Ashlie already had her doctorate and possessed an impressive background in counselling. Although they got along reasonably well, there had been more than a few discussions about Ashlie's know-it-all attitude. Ashlie was rather aloof and distant, and seemed to care more about her research than people. Quite a few of the girls the center employed as care givers did not really like her. They said she was cold and mean. "Whatever her faults," Susan thought, "the young woman certainly has talent!" Ashlie had the gift of being able to see all sides of the human equation and penetrate swiftly to the core of most problems. What she lacked was any real empathy for the girls she counselled. Susan listened as Ashlie described her plans to garner first hand experiences from the Catholic schoolgirls who worked at the center. She could see all kind of holes in Ashlie's scheme. "Ashlie?," she advised, "Why don't you meet me over at the center tomorrow afternoon. You know we're closed on Sunday, so things will be quiet here and we can have a proper discussion. I have some ideas that I think will help you..." On the other end of the phone Ashlie interrupted with unabashed delight, "Thanks, Susan! I always knew I could count on you! I'll see you around two? Bye!" As she hung up the receiver, Susan Johnson smiled wickedly. Ashlie wanted first hand experience? Well, she was going to get it. but perhaps not in the way she imagined!

As Ashlie pulled into the parking the following afternoon, the first person she spied was Mrs. Johnson's daughter. Cindy was fourteen years old, and at that awkward age where gawky girl begins the slow transformation to an attractive young woman. She was really tall and spindly, but her chest was certainly beginning to fill out! She wore a drab green, plaid A-line school jumper, along with baggy white tights and plain black Maryjane shoes. It was the Catholic school’s regulation uniform. Ashlie was puzzled for a moment by her choice of weekend attire, and then realised that Cindy must have just returned from church. As Cindy turned to wave goodbye to her friends, a breeze flipped up the short hem of her tunic skirt. Ashlie caught a glimpse of her tight white cotton panties holding up some loose drooping tights. She smiled broadly at this charming unintended little-girl look. Cindy watched Ashlie step out of her car. She looked on in envy at Ashlie's stylish 'power suit.' The tailored navy blazer and sleek slacks clung to her curves, and the dazzlingly white silk blouse offset by her honey-blonde hair and tanned skin. Her high stiletto heels tap-tapped sharply on the concrete, and Cindy could see that she was wearing sheer silky tan pantyhose. In contrast, Cindy felt like a geek in her daggy school uniform and childish thick white tights. 'Someday,' she thought, 'I'm going to be all grown-up, too! I'm going to have my own car and go where I want!' Ashlie felt that she and Cindy were friends, but Cindy resented the comments that were sometimes made at her expense. Ashlie was always telling her not to be in such a hurry to grow up. More than once she had counselled her mother on this subject. As a result of Ashlie's advice, Cindy wasn't even allowed to wear make-up or even have a more adult hairstyle! Ashlie walked up to Cindy and said indulgently; "Hiya, sport! How was church? You look so cute in that outfit! Cute underwear display you just gave, too!" Cindy blushed rosily and smoothed down her brief uniform dress, In her executive power suit, Ashlie certainly didn't have to worry about her panties accidentally showing! It wasn't fair! Before she could say anything they were joined by Sister Elinor and Cindy’s mother emerging from the front of the building. "Hello Ashlie!" greeted Susan. "You know Sister Elinor, right?" Ashlie did indeed! Sister Elinor was the whippet-thin, no-nonsense nun who was principal of St. Pat's - the local Catholic school. Ashlie had seen her several times when her girls were being dropped off at the centre. "Hello Ashlie," said Sister Elinor, looking at the attractive tiny young woman in the business power suit. ‘The things these young women wear these days,’ she thought disparagingly. "We're looking forward to young Mary's arrival. I've made all the arrangements, and will be back to pick her up later. By the way, where is she?" “Mary?” Ashlie looked puzzled. She had no idea what Sister Elinor was talking about. However Susan caught her eye and before she could speak, interrupted her. "Mary will be here by the end of the day. You can count on that, Sister!" Ashlie had caught Susan's warning look and said nothing. She decided to let it go and ask Susan what was up later. The three adults stood discussing the school when Cindy piped up. "Mum, the school play is coming up and-" She was cut off in mid-sentence by Sister Elinor. "Child! Don't interrupt when adults are talking! I've taught you better than that!" Ashlie smiled at Cindy's scolding. Cindy caught the patronising look and flashed her counsellor a quick look of hate. Ashlie condescendingly suggested, "Why don't you go and play, Cindy? But don't get too dirty!" Cindy felt so humiliated! She wanted to stay here with the adults, but she was being sent off to the swings! She was almost fourteen, not four! However, she knew better than to argue, and ran off in the direction of the play-ground. As she rushed away her dress flew up, again revealing her white cotton panties. "And be careful about your dress!" Ashlie called after her. "A polite young lady doesn't go running around with her panties showing!" The trotting Cindy yanked her dress down in embarrassment, wishing there were some way to get even with Ashlie. For the next few minutes the women talked about the centre and the school. Sister Elinor then excused herself, saying that she would be back to pick up Mary later. Once again, Ashlie was puzzled, but she figured it had something to do with one of Susan's clients. She grabbed her small suitcase from her car and strode into the centre. Cindy came up from the playground and joined them. "Cindy," smiled Susan. "There's going to be a new girl from the school working here at the centre for the next couple of days..." Cindy looked over at her mother, and wondered why Ashlie was blushing. "Oh yeah," she replied disinterestedly. "Who?" Susan nodded in Ashlie's direction. "Dr. Stevens here wants to gather some first-hand data on you girls. To do that, she has to work alongside you. It also means she has to fit in with you - as much as possible! She can't just stand off to the side and take notes..." Cindy was having trouble grasping what her mother was trying to say. "Fit in with us?" she repeated, puzzled. Suddenly, the reason for Ashlie's embarrassment became clear. "You mean she's going to be a schoolgirl again? Like, wear a uniform and all that?" "That's right, Cindy," confirmed her mother, "and we're going to need your help..." Cindy could not believe her ears. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had just been dumped in her lap. 'Let's see how Ms. Big Shot likes being treated like a little kid,' she told herself gleefully. 'It's payback time!' Grinning like the cat who ate the canary, she replied smoothly, "Sure mum! Anything..." Ashlie looked over at her, not sure why Cindy was smiling so broadly. "Susan," she said distractedly, "I picked up a uniform yesterday. It's more or less what the girls wear. I even bought the tights and shoes that go along with it..." As she said this, Ashlie pulled the garments from the suitcase. Susan scrutinised the new clothing carefully. The dress was a plaid school tunic, but in a rather large size. It would probably come down to Ashlie's knees! A proper uniform would have to be much shorter. She also found fault with the pantyhose. They weren't the regulation 100% heavy cotton tights that the school dress code required. They were a lightweight, poly-nylon blend - more suited to an adult, rather than a young schoolgirl. The shoes, however, were authentic black patent single buckle Mary janes. Her perusal was interrupted when Ashlie brashly continued. "As I told you on the phone yesterday, I'll change into the uniform when the girls arrive, work with them for a few hours, and then write up my notes. I'll be more of an observer than a participant..." Susan listened to this and appeared doubtful. Before she could speak, Cindy intervened. "Mum, don't you think Dr. Farmer's should try on the uniform now?" Susan nodded slowly in agreement. "I think that's an excellent idea! That way, if there's any…problems, we can take care of them before tonight, or tomorrow morning..." Cindy could barely contain her excitement. The sooner Ashlie was out of her power suit and heels, the better! She was going to enjoy seeing the ultra-professional, haughty young woman running around in a daggy school tunic! Before the surprised Ashlie could say anything, Susan agreed. “Come on Ashlie, let's help you out of those clothes..." Ashlie looked about in confusion. This wasn't exactly what she had in mind. She had planned to leave the uniform in her office overnight, and change into it the following afternoon when the girls from the school arrived. "I don't think that's really necessary," she objected uncertainly. "I'll just-" She was cut off by the ringing of her cell phone. Snatching the phone from her blazer pocket, she smiled apologetically at Susan and took the call. Turning away, she missed Susan's sharp disapproving frown. It was her answering service with a few routine messages. She was just completing the call when Susan stepped around in front of her and snatched the phone from her hand! "Susan!“ Ashlie cried. "What's the big idea?" Susan, her eyes flashing with impatience, stormed at the small woman. "I'm trying to help you out with your research - and you can't even give me five uninterrupted minutes of your time! If you're not serious, maybe we should just call this whole thing off..." Ashlie was taken aback. She knew that Susan was a little touchy about such matters. She would have to be more careful not to offend her. "I'm so sorry Susan,” she responded humbly, her tone conciliatory. “I wasn't thinking! Of course I both need and want your help! I promise, no more distractions. Now, what were you saying?" The older woman stared doubtfully at her, but then continued frostily. "I was saying that you should try the uniform on now so we can take care of any problems... However, you don't seem to have the time to do even that?" Ashlie hastily scrambled to regain her help. "No, no! Of course I do! I'll just be a minute!" She gathered up the uniform and accessories. She didn't really want to try this stupid thing on right now, but if it made Susan happy, than why not? It would only be for a few

"Good!" responded Susan briskly. "You go to your office and change. I'll hold onto your cell phone and purse..." Ashlie started down the hall to her office. "And when you come out, be sure to bring your pants suit and heels with you." Ashlie was puzzled by this last order. Why would Susan want her to bring her suit? She probably wanted to make sure it was put on a hanger to avoid wrinkles. 'Good old Susan,' she thought, 'always so detail-

Alone in her office, Ashlie stepped out of her high heels. Barefoot but for stockings, she went to her small suitcase and pulled out the A-line school dress. 'I can't believe I'm going to have to wear this thing!' she thought. Well, it was for her paper! She slipped off her suit jacket and unbuttoned her snug, form-fitting trousers. Stepping out of her pants, Ashlie stood there in her white blouse, the overhead lights bouncing off her sleek hosed legs. She ran her hands over her smooth, nylon-covered thighs, relishing the silky feel. She could never understand it when other woman complained about having to wear pantyhose. She loved the feeling as well as the look that wearing them bestowed on her. With a sigh she reluctantly pulled her hose off and unbuttoned her blouse. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she saw a pretty young woman clad only in expensive sexy lingerie. Her padded lacy push-up bra defined her small breasts, and her tight silk panties hugged her shapely bottom to outline every crease and curve. 'School clothes or not,' she told herself, 'at least I'm keeping my grown-up undies!' She was startled by a sharp knock on the office door and heard Susan call out. "Ashlie?, honey! How's it going? Do you need any help?" Ashlie shyly covered her chest with one hand and her panty crotch with the other. "I'm OK, Susan!" she called out. "I'll be right out..." ‘Now why would I need help dressing?’ puzzled Ashlie. ‘It's not as if I'm REALLY a little girl!’ Returning her attention to the task at hand, she shook out the white poly/cotton blend tights and looked at them with distaste. She hadn't worn anything like them in years! At least they weren't the authentic, 100% cotton ones! She tugged the garment up her legs and up over her bottom. She slipped on the dress and smoothed it into place. Pulling her hair up in a high ponytail, she stepped into the black Mary janes and stood back to admire her handiwork. She couldn't believe what she saw. 'Wow!' she thought, 'I do look like a schoolgirl!' The A-line dress came to a modest length, falling to just above her knees. Her white cotton-blend tights itched, and she looked wistfully at her pantyhose lying in a tangled heap on her office couch. They looked as empty as her abandoned business suit. She disliked going without her expensive nylons. Next to her high-heeled pumps, she considered them one of the clearest signs of her adulthood. Taking a few tentative steps in her Mary janes, Ashlie was reminded of the extra height she had lost when she had given up her towering heels. Things in her familiar office somehow seemed much larger. A subtle transition seemed to have taken place. She had exchanged her executive pants suit for a school uniform, her pantyhose for cotton tights, and her high heels for childish Mary janes. It was odd how strange she felt. ‘Well,’ she decided, ‘there was nothing to do about it.’ She had willingly traded in her adulthood for the life of a schoolgirl. She was just going to have to get used to it! 'Now that was a weird thought,' she told herself. She was becoming too caught up in all this -that was all. She would spend a day or so gathering data and then write her paper. The story of how she went about obtaining it would make a great tale to tell her friends over drinks - after she became head of the department! Still it felt awkward, standing in her own office dressed like a young child. How many times had she counselled teen girls in this very room? She had always been so professional - even aloof. She caught herself thinking guiltily that she shouldn't be in here alone... ‘What if someone came in?’ With a start, Ashlie repressed these strange thoughts. 'This is my office! I'm still an adult - no matter how I'm dressed!’ She found a hanger to hang up her pants suit and silk blouse. She draped her fine expensive pantyhose over the neck of the hanger and picked up her pumps. Taking a deep breath, she left her office and went to find Susan and Cindy. Walking down the hall, Ashlie felt like a fool! She was taking small hesitant steps like a frightened child - rather than the long strides of a self-confident adult. 'Well,' she thought, I've never walked these halls dressed like a little schoolgirl before!' She arrived at the empty common room and found Cindy and Susan waiting for her. Twirling around to show off her outfit, Ashlie demanded. "Well? What do you think? Do I pass?" To her surprise, both mother and daughter burst out laughing! Cindy thought Ashlie looked several years younger, but she looked like she was wearing a costume! It was nice to see Ms. Smug Psychologist out of her stylish business suit, but she still looked like a grown woman in a dress-up school tunic! Mrs. Johnson was thinking along similar lines. Striding over to Ashlie, she lifted up the A-line dress, drew aside the waistband of her tights, and saw she still had on her glamorous silky panties. "ASHLIE!" she scolded her exactly like she was a naughty child. "You're going to have to do better than that! Just putting on a schoolgirl uniform doesn't make you a schoolgirl again, you know! I think you need a complete make-over! I can help you with your plan, but you'll have to trust me and go along with what I recommend..." Ashlie frowned at her words and wondered what she meant. Beyond wearing this ridiculous tunic, what more could she do? Well, in for a penny, in for a pound. She must have the needed data, or Jenna would receive the top post in her department! "OK, Susan," she agreed hesitantly. "But what do you mean?" Mrs. Johnson clapped her hands in delight. "Good! That's settled!" she smiled thinly. "From now on, I think you'd better call me Mrs. Johnson! After all, a schoolgirl doesn't address an adult by their first name!" Ashlie blushed bright pink with humiliation. Susan was older than her, but they were both adults. They had worked closely with one another in the past as colleagues. Still, she had better get into character or the plan -whatever it was - would not work. "I'm sorry Mrs. Johnson," Ashlie corrected herself in a small voice. Cindy giggled with pleasure. The arrogant Ashlie was certainly receiving a crash-course on how to act like a polite little girl! "Here's what I propose," suggested Mrs. Johnson smoothly. "We'll say that you "Ashlie" - have gone away for a few days, and that your little twelve-year-old sister "Mary" is going to be staying here for a short while. In fact, ‘your sister "Ashlie’ is thinking about enrolling Mary in the Catholic school, and arranging for her to receive counselling here. You'll be her, of course! That way you'll obtain the first-hand experience that you need for your paper!" Ashlie heard this and gasped. "But I'm not twelve years old! No one's going to believe I'm my own younger sister!" "Well, not looking like that they're not! Come along, child!" Ashlie automatically turned towards Cindy, thinking that was whom Susan was addressing. Cindy stood there quietly smirking. Turning red with embarrassment, Ashlie obediently though belatedly followed Susan down the hall to the bathroom. Cindy followed, hardly able to contain her excitement.

In the large white tiled bathroom, Ashlie was sitting on a wheeled office chair that had been brought in by Cindy. "But WHY do I have to change my hairstyle?" Ashlie complained. She had been made to take out her blue-tinted contact lenses, and was now squinting blindly. She had always been proud of her long golden locks, and kept them well groomed. She was therefore alarmed when Susan had asked her to sit in the chair placed in front of the sink, her back to the mirror. She knew that Susan could cut hair. After all, that was how she had put herself through school. Still, looking anxiously at the scissors, she feebly protested. "Susan?, I don't think this is really what I had in mind. I...." She never finished her sentence. Susan stared down at her and crisply interrupted. "You agreed to a complete make-over! Everybody knows you have long hair. I'll give you a nice shoulder-length cut. You wear your hair up most of the time anyway. In two months or so, it'll be right back to it's present length. What's the problem?" Ashlie was forced to agree, but still felt uneasy. Before she could think of a fresh argument, Susan began cutting and Ashlie watched clumps of her beautiful blonde hair falling to the bathroom floor. She was anxious to see the final result, but Susan indicated that she should first lean back with her head in the sink. "I want to rinse you out, to better set the new style," Susan explained. "I also have a new shampoo I want you to try." Ashlie had no choice but to comply as the smelly liquid was forcibly massaged into her scalp. 'Let's just get this over with,' she thought. 'If I really hate the results, I'll simply make an appointment with my own stylist next week!' She felt a slight tingling sensation on her scalp, and then Susan was doing a final rinse. A shower cap was firmly placed on her head. "Let it set and dry," explained Susan. Ashlie barely had time to argue as she was led by the hand to the shower. Susan took a damp cloth and began to vigorously scrub her face as though she was a filthy child. "Hey!" cried Ashlie. "I'm using a special cream here," explained Susan shortly. "It's a tan remover..." Seeing Ashlie's incredulous expression, she continued. "To make you look like your younger sister, we'll get rid of the tan and make your skin look temporarily fair..." "But that's impossible!" objected Ashlie. "It's really not," smiled Susan. "The Japanese developed several years ago. Having a tan in their culture is not very fashionable. All it does is remove the melanin from the outer layers of your skin. It won't harm you, and it's perfectly safe! Besides, you tan pretty easily. A few days in the sun and you can soon have it right back..."Ashlie thought to herself. She didn't like what was happening. First she had to change out of her fashionable power suit, then she had received a haircut, now her golden tan was being taking away! She had almost decided that this make-over was just not worth it, when Susan finished! "Into the shower! Use this body wash cream but Keep it away from your eyes. Here, let Cindy and I help you with that dress..." Susan then unzipped the back of her tunic, and Ashlie found herself standing there in only her satin bra, nylon panties and tights. "Look mum!" Giggled Cindy. "She's wearing a padded bra!" Ashlie blushed hotly at the accusation. Her breasts might be a little small, but she didn't have to take being ridiculed by a fourteen-year-old! "Susan!" Ashlie tried to object sternly, "why doesn't Cindy go do her homework or something..." "Oh, I think we're going to need her help!" was the only smug reply. Ashlie’s nylon tights were swiftly yanked down and her silk bra and panties forcibly removed by susan. Completely naked, Ashlie felt her face reddening under the relentless stares of the two women. "Wow!" exclaimed Cindy, "You don't look so grown-up now! I'm bigger in the bust than you!" Cindy grabbed her own chest and gave them a bounce. Ashlie blushed and was about to angrily retort, when Susan chided her. "Really, Ashlie! It was wrong of you to wear this kind of bra! You just don't need it! And these pretty tight silk panties? We'll have to find you something more… appropriate!" Cindy laughed cruelly and Ashlie felt herself close to tears. She caught herself and with a will, stifled her conflicting emotions. 'I'll get back at Cindy later,' she told herself, sticking her tongue out at the snickering girl. Ashlie was rewarded by a sharp slap on her naked little bottom. SMACK! "Ow!" "Step in that shower now, child!" scolded Susan. Ashlie swiftly did as she was told. She quickly soaped up using the special cream Susan handed her, and was soon rinsing off. Susan handed her a towel and removed her shower cap. The older woman fussed with her hair for several minutes, and then she was led out of the bathroom and down the hall to the kindergarten classroom. Without her contact lenses, it was hard for her to see. "Here you go!" said Susan brightly, handing her a pair of glasses. Ashlie squinted again and saw that they were the emergency pair from her office desk. She NEVER wore these ugly old glasses, a holdover from her own school days. However it was better than stumbling around bumping into walls, so she took them. They were thick, black, horn-rimmed glasses - the kind that young schoolgirls often wore. She glanced into the large mirror on the wall. "My God!" she gasped, as she put them on. "What have you done to me?" Her long blonde hair was now a mousy brown, and cut raggedly to shoulder length. Susan harshly pulled her hair away from her face and tied in two juvenile pigtails. A row of dull bangs hung down over her forehead. The shine was missing, and her hair looked so dull and lifeless. But that wasn't the worst part. The beautiful tan that she had worked so hard to acquire was gone! She hadn't really believed Susan when she told her that the skin product could remove her rich tan, but it had! Her skin was now stark white, almost pink! She gasped again as she looked down and noticed her proud, womanly bush had disappeared! She was as bare below as a newborn! It was then she spied the final indignity - freckles had appeared on either side of her nose! "Oh damn!" she choked softly, her eyes welling up with tears as she tentatively touched the little brown dots. "There there, 'Mary'," soothed Susan, addressing her by her new name and patting her little bare bottom firmly. "Don't be upset! The freckles are a by-product of the tan-removing lotion. They'll fade in time. And you can always change your hairstyle..." Ashlie took hold of herself. Susan was right. She may look like a child, but she was still an adult! She would see this thing through and show everybody. Ashlie then received another shock as she spied the clothes that were waiting for her. She was expecting her own adult lingerie, along with the modified A-line dress that she had brought with her. Instead, Cindy held up a white cotton training bra. "But… But I'm a grown-up," Ashlie protested feebly. "I need a bra! I can't wear that silly trainer!" "Mary!" Replied Susan. "You do have pretty little budding breasts. But really, you don't need a bra. That push-up padded thing you were wearing was simply a joke!" Cindy giggled and then chimed in. "Yeah, Mom! I had no idea how small she is! I'm about half her age but three times her

Ashlie cringed with embarrassment. She had always been a little self-conscience about her small bosom, but her discretely-padded push-up bra had taken care of any doubts. Besides, 'the waif' look was in, and she fitted that image to a 'T.' The training bra was drawn over the protesting girl's trembling white shoulders, and Ashlie was horrified to see how completely the tight garment flattened her small bust. Before she could utter another protest, she was ordered to step into the panties. Looking at them, Ashlie saw that calling them "panties" was perhaps too generous a description. They appeared to be training pants, the kind worn by toddlers when potty-training! In fact, they were barely a step above diapers! They were made from thick white terry cotton, adorned with a pink trim. To Ashlie's surprise they fitted her rather loosely. Glancing in the mirror, she was dismayed to see that her slim but feminine curves had disappeared under a sea of bulky white bulky padding. "This underwear doesn't fit properly!" she complained. Susan smiled. "Mary, it was those silly, grown-up undies that you were wearing that didn't fit you correctly! In fact, you had it backwards! That padded bra emphasised a bust that wasn't really there, and the panties...Well! Someone with your juvenile figure is better off in little girl’s cotton underpants! I won't even mention the pantyhose!" Ashlie seized on this last comment. "My nylons!" she cried. "At least give me back my nylons!" Hearing her plea, Cindy laughed out loud. "Oh Mary!, schoolgirls don't wear pantyhose!" "She's right, Mary," agreed Susan. "And schoolgirl or not, neither should you! You just don't have the curves for them!" Hearing this, Ashlie grew angry. "I'm twenty-six years old!” she retorted. “I've been wearing a bra and hose since I was a teenager... Besides, I have curves!" Susan glanced at Cindy and they both smiled. "Your physical age has nothing to do with it! It's what's appropriate for your body shape that counts." Saying this, she tucked the waistband of Ashlie's tight fitting vest into her loose trainers, further thickening her waist. Ashlie flushed and looked into the mirror. Seeing herself in this "underwear", with her juvenile mousy brown hair - not to mention the thick glasses and freckles - she could almost agree with what Susan was saying! Cindy came over to stand by her side. She was taller than Ashlie, and seemed much more well-developed. Ashlie was shocked to see that far from looking like she was thirteen, the make-over had made her look like she was six or seven! Or was it that an seven-year-old was really all there was under the fancy business suit and expensive lingerie, just waiting to break out? Ashlie shook her head to clear her mind of those strange thoughts. She had to stay focused on the ultimate goal - her research. After all, that was why she was putting herself through

With a heavy sigh she stepped into the thick white cotton tights that Susan held open for her. She noticed that these weren't the tights that she was wearing before. These were the genuine article - 100% cotton, not the poly-nylon/cotton mix tights that she had purchased at the store. Only yesterday, Ashlie never would have believed how much she could miss her pantyhose. Like her bra and grown-up panties, she took them completely for granted - and the adulthood that wearing such garments bestowed. As Susan adjusted the juvenile thick tights about her slim hips, Cindy brought over the plaid A-line school jumper with the white Peter Pan collar. It looked quite different from the uniform dress that she had tried on earlier. "Let us help you into your proper school dress, honey," ordered Susan briskly. Before she knew what was happening, Susan had the uniform on her and was zipping it closed. Ashlie was dismayed at how short it was. Looking in the mirror, she clearly saw how the hem barely came down to her drooping panty-crotch! This allowed the front of her thick training pants clearly visible under the tights to peek out. Ashlie turned and her worst fears were confirmed. Fully half of her thick padded-covered bottom was on display! "This dress is too short!" she wailed, trying to tug the hem down further on her hips. Her complaints were cut short as Cindy buckled the black patent Mary janes on her feet. For Ashlie the transformation was complete. Looking at herself in the mirror, she whispered in confused wonder. "Where did I go?" She felt out of phase with reality. The mental self-image that she carried of herself didn't match her reflection. Instead of an attractive young woman with pretty blonde hair, she saw a rather plain, geeky-looking little girl in a too-short school uniform. Her dull, lifeless brown hair was pulled back exposing a youthful freckled face framed by ugly thick glasses. Her legs looked spindly in the baggy cotton tights, and her bulky white training pants peeped out even when standing perfectly still! 'I traded in my executive pants suit for this?' she asked herself uncertainly. 'Not to mention my pumps and pantyhose…' She suddenly noticed that Cindy was no longer in the room. "I have to make a phone call, missy," stated Susan briskly. "Can you sit in here for five minutes and not wind up into any trouble?" Ashlie was taken back. She had reached for her cell phone out of habit, and then remembered that it had been confiscated by Susan. She blushed. "Um… I'll be OK." Susan looked hard at her. Ashlie again flushed to her new dark roots. Holding her short jumper down with one hand, the toes of her Mary jane shoes turned inward towards each other, she meekly corrected herself. "I'll be okay, Mrs. Johnson." "That's better," approved Susan crisply, before turning and leaving. For the next few minutes Ashlie distractedly wandered around the room. She had been in this classroom many times before, but never looking like she should join the class! Her cotton tights itched terribly, and she scratched at her thighs and around her crotch. "Naughty child!" she heard someone snap. "Stop touching yourself or you're going to get a spanking!" Susan had reappeared and Ashlie turned bright red with embarrassment at being caught in such a private moment. Before she could stop herself she mumbled apologetically, "Sorry Mrs Johnson." She was then taken by the hand and led like a naughty child to her

As she was being marched down the hall, Ashlie was very much aware that her drooping underpants were showing. She tried to take small steps, one hand holding down her short jumper. Cindy followed from behind, reflecting that now Ashlie really DID have to worry about her underwear showing! She was curious. Ever since seeing Ashlie naked, she wondered if her mother would let her try on the business suit. After all, she had more up top than did Ashlie! When they reached the office, Susan strode inside, followed by Cindy, and last, Ashlie.

Ashlie felt a stab of anger! Susan was now sitting behind HER desk! Her territory was being invaded! On the desk she saw her pants suit, blouse, grown-up undies, high heels and purse. What was going on? She was about to comment when Susan grabbed the purse and dumped out the contents. "My, my," commented Susan dryly. "Look at what we have here..." Ashlie turned bright red as Susan held up her birth control pills. "Here's something you won't be needing any longer," she scolded, throwing the pills in the trash. "Hey!” shouted Ashlie. "Those are mine!" Susan glared at the child standing before her sternly. "Little schoolgirls are not sexually active!" Before Ashlie could form a retort, Susan had confiscated her car keys and license. "But I'm going to need those!" she protested sulkily. Looking as she did, she was afraid that no one would believe that she was really an adult. Susan merely smiled indulgently before replying. "Mary, twelve-year-olds don't drive! Don't you worry, I'll see you get to where you need to go!" Ashlie was pondering these ominous words when Susan took her house keys, credit cards, and all her other identification. "You won't be needing these either, so I'll just keep them for safe-keeping." Ashlie stood there helplessly in her own office dressed in the schoolgirl clothes, and watched the trappings of her adulthood melting away. She glanced in the mirror and once again found it hard to reconcile her mental image of herself with her reflection. ‘I'm a twenty-six-year-old psychologist!’ she told herself. ‘I'm smart and attractive, my long blonde hair and tanned, flawless skin are the envy of everybody at the university! I dress with taste and style, wearing only the latest fashions. So why am I standing here in a Catholic schoolgirls uniform, with my bulky underpants showing?’ She was reminded again that her long blonde hair was gone, and in its place was a mousy brown mess in pigtails. She was now only a freckle-faced, gawky little girl with pale skin and thick glasses. Of the professional young woman who had stood so proudly in her business power suit only an hour ago, there remained not a trace. She didn't even recognise herself! Ashlie blushed as Susan held up her now empty pantyhose. "It's a good thing we changed you out of these," she chided Ashlie. "You might have ruined them!" Ashlie was suddenly reminded of the scoldings she had received as a child when she had played dress-up with her mother's things. As if listening to her thoughts, Susan added. “Really, Mary... You must try not to wear your ‘big sisters grown-up clothes any more!" She then collected the remaining garments, including her high-heeled pumps. Ashlie could only watch in stunned silence. All her possessions, all ties to her adult world had now been taken from her - and she had allowed it to happen! Cindy looked over at her and grinned, relishing the sight of the professional women -once so superior and haughty - stripped of all adult status and reduced to a the role of a helpless schoolgirl, in baggy tights with her childish thick trainers showing. After collecting all her possessions and placing them in the suitcase, Susan motioned that Ashlie should follow her. They went back out into the common room. Cindy took the suitcase from her mother and whispered something in her ear. Susan smiled broadly and merely said; "Of course, darling!"

Cindy disappeared upstairs with the suitcase. Ashlie was bothered that her possessions were no longer under her control. She flounced down huffily in a chair in the common room, heedless of the crotch display she gave. She fought with her too-short jumper, trying to pull it down more on her thighs, then gave up in frustration. Susan announced that she was going into her office and would be right back. Ashlie sulked and said nothing, trying to come to terms with her new reality. She was lost in her own thoughts for several minutes when she heard the sound of tapping high heels on the floor. Getting to her feet, she turned in her short dress and gasped! Here was Cindy, wearing HER power suit! "Well, Mary? What do you think?" she coyly asked, turning this way and that. Cindy had changed her hairstyle and was wearing make-up - her expensive designer make-up! In Ashlie's grown-up pants suit, she looked like a young woman of eighteen! Her full bust was almost overflowing from the tight push-up bra, giving her a spectacular cleavage. She was taller than Ashlie in her stockinged feet, and the heels only added to her height. Looking closely, Ashlie could also see that Cindy was even wearing her expensive pantyhose! "You little bitch!" she screamed. "You take off my clothes this instant, before you ruin them! SUSAN!" she yelled. Susan came barrelling out from her office, wondering what all the ruckus was about. "Susan!" exclaimed Ashlie. "Look what Cindy has done! She's playing dress-up with my expensive business clothes!" As she said this she stamped her feet in her little Mary janes, showing a generous amount of her tights and training pants. Cindy looked on in delight at the frustrated little girl with the babyish freckles. She sure was having a tantrum! It pleased her to no end to see the once mighty Ashlie reduced to a mousy-haired child with no adult rights! Susan swiftly stepped behind Ashlie and gave her white, bulky bootie a good hard swat. SMACK! "OW!" yelled Ashlie. "What did I tell you about calling adults by their first name, young lady?" scolded Susan sternly. "And as for Cindy and those grown-up clothes, I gave her permission! After all, you're wearing her old things! I couldn't see the harm. Not after all we've done to help you. Besides, you shouldn't have been wearing those clothes in the first place." "Yes, Mary!" chimed in Cindy. "I think you're mixed up on just who was playing dress-up!" Ashlie was taken back. Her mind kept coming back to the phrase Susan had used "those grown-up clothes…" Not "your grown-up clothes…" Weren't they still hers? She was still an adult, right? She couldn't believe that Susan was treating her this way. Her original plan had just been to work with the girls in the daycare centre for a few days. She had even been prepared to wear a modified version of their school uniform... But before she knew what was happening, she had somehow been transformed into a gawky little girl! She needed time to think this through! "Cindy," said Susan, "why don't you take Mary outside and let her cool off in the kiddy playground." Ashlie was horrified at the thought of being sent outside dressed as she was, but could see that arguing was going to get her nowhere. She allowed herself be led outside by the now smartly-dressed Cindy. Ashlie felt slightly dizzy by the sudden role reversal. She heard her own high heels tapping on the concrete - on Cindy's feet! Cindy steered her towards the kiddie playground. Half-way there, they came upon a group of older teenage boys, who were obviously looking after their younger siblings at the playground. As an attractive young women, Ashlie could always count on the attention of men. With boys it was usually no different. The would fawn all over her, eager to please! She was mortified then when they completely ignored her and focused their attention on Cindy! They crowded around the teenager, paying her compliments on how attractive she was in her stylish new outfit. ‘But it's really MY outfit,’ Ashlie wanted to scream. Her thoughts were interrupted when one of the boys said to Cindy. "Hey, who's this, your little sister? Why don't you send her back to play on the swings so we can talk..." "Yeah," said another, "we don't need this skinny little girl hanging around!" "That school uniform is something else, right guys," said a third. "Cute baby panties, though!" Through the fog of humiliation, Ashlie felt a surge of anger. It was all very clear now. The boys didn't see her as a beautiful young women with gorgeous blonde hair - because that version of herself no longer existed! In her place was a little geek of girl, a pre-pubescent child in tights with ugly brown lifeless hair. She was being dismissed and made fun of, and she wasn't going to stand for it. Not while Cindy stood there in her heels and business suit, basking in all the attention. "I'm NOT a skinny kid, young man!", Ashlie shouted, whirling toward him, oblivious of the training pants show she was putting on. "I'm an adult, and I won't be treated this way!" To emphasise her point, she stuck her tongue out at him. ‘Now why did I do that?’ Ashlie asked herself. Cindy leaned down to her and savagely grabbed her arm. "OWW!" cried Ashlie as she felt her arm being painfully twisted. "Little girls should be seen and not heard!" hissed Cindy. "And they shouldn't interrupt adults when they are talking! Why don't you go play on the kindergarten swings, little girl, before you get into real trouble!" Ashlie turned, flushed red with humiliation, and felt the hot tears forming. How could this happen? Why, it was if she and Cindy had somehow changed places! Turning away with her padded bottom once again poking out of her school uniform, Ashlie started to run back to the centre. "Be careful about your dress, little girl," called Cindy after her. "Remember, a polite young lady doesn't go running around with her panties showing!" Ashlie burst into tears, hearing her own words to Cindy earlier used back at her. She had to end this nightmare now! She ran back to the centre and down the hall to her office. ‘I'm going to find my things and get out of here,’ she thought desperately. ‘I'll have to get my clothes back from Cindy later.’ Once she was safely back in pumps and pantyhose, along with another of her stylish power suits, she could then deal with the little brat. She turned the knob of her office door. It was locked! She rattled the door in frustration and then turned and saw Cindy coming down the hallway. "I don't know what you think you're doing, Cindy..." She said. "You can enjoy your little triumph now, but when this over - I'm going to make you sorry you ever messed with me! I'm the adult here - not you - regardless of what I'm wearing..." Her words were drained of meaning however, when she again stuck her tongue out at the girl after her speech. Cindy just laughed, placed both hands on her hips, and scornfully addressed the little girl. "What YOU don't seem to realise is that this is not make-believe! The image you see in the mirror is really you, regardless of what mental image you have of yourself! I have news for you, Mary - when people look at you now, they don't see Ashlie, the sexy grown-up, with her long blonde hair and fancy clothes. They see a geeky little kid with glasses in a school uniform! You can't drive, you have no identification, no money, nothing! Do you think anybody is going to believe you're in your twenties?" Ashlie was stung by these words, hearing out loud what she been thinking for the past hour. She couldn't even get into her own office any more! Her thoughts were interrupted when they were joined by Susan. "Cindy," said Susan, "Go up and change. The mini-bus from the school is here. I told Sister Elinor that you would spend the night at the school, so ‘little Mary’ here would feel more comfortable..." Cindy nodded and sped off. Once Cindy had gone, Ashlie protested vehemently. "I'm calling this whole thing off! I'm not a little girl! I won't be treated this way! Why is my office locked? Where are my things? I just want to get OUT of here!" Susan just stolidly looked at her and smiled. "That office door is locked so that little girls like you don't get into trouble. And it’s much to late to call things off... Like it or not, Mary - you’re going to be a well-behaved little girl... Or else!" Ashlie was speechless! She was stunned that Susan would speak to her that way! She was about to give the woman a piece of her mind, but then remembered her research. ‘OK,’ she thought grimly, gritting her teeth. ‘I'll play it your way... for now!’ She remained silent, glowering as she was led by the hand to the waiting van. Outside she blushed when she saw Sister Elinor, mortified to be seen in such juvenile clothes. In vain she tried to pull her short uniform dress down, trying to keep her training pants from showing. Sister Elinor simply batted her hands away from the hem of the uniform. Ashlie was half expecting to be recognised, but the frowning Sister only said. "I'm Sister Elinor, the principal of the school where you'll be staying. I know your older sister. I don't know what foolishness you got away with at your last school - but at St. Pat's, we expect our students to be well-behaved! Do I make myself clear, little girl?" Ashlie felt her face flush. Only two hours ago she had stood in her heels at this very spot talking to this woman. Her attitude was now completely different. Of course, she wasn't viewed as an adult now - just a gawky little girl. She felt her anger rise. Keeping her emotions in check, she merely mumbled; "Yes, Sister," and boarded the small bus.

All the way to the school, Ashlie silently fumed. She sat up the back with her school dress bunched carelessly about her hips. She didn't care who saw her underpants any longer. Cindy sat up front with Sister Elinor. Ashlie couldn't believe that she had allowed herself to go along with this whole crazy plan. Now she was even going to spend the night in the Catholic school, before coming to work with the girls in the daycare centre! She was a little afraid of them seeing her like this, but knew that they would never recognise her as their counsellor. The went through the gates and were escorted into the dormitory building. They were met by Sister Mary Alleyfont. Before she knew what was happening, Ashlie was led into the large common room of the girls’ dormitory. "Look everybody, we have a new girl!" cried a girl Ashlie knew as Jane. More than once she had counselled Jane about being a bully. Jane came up to her and viciously pulled one of her pigtails. "Ow!" yelled Ashlie in pain. She whirled around to deal with Jane, but stopped short as she was forced to look up at her. Without her usual platform heels, Jane was so much taller! Sister Mary Alleyfont then came in and clapped her hands. "All right, girls, get ready for bed. Lights out in ten minutes." The girls scrambled away, and soon Ashlie found herself dressed in a baby doll nightie that barely came down to the crotch of her juvenile training pants. It seemed that no matter what she wore, her underpants were going to be on display! She was soon in bed and the overhead lights were turned out. Emotionally exhausted from the afternoon's events, Ashlie soon fell sound asleep.

Cindy took the glass of warm water and slowly dipped Ashlie's index finger into it. The fitfully sleeping girl adjusted her position, moaned softly and then went still. Suddenly, as Cindy and the other girl's looked on, a wet spot appeared on the front of Ashlie's thick bulky underpants. The girls watched as the trainers expanded due to the pee. The sleeping girl stirred and opened her eyes. "What's going on?" she cried. Then realising that she had just wet the bed, she yelled. "Cindy! This is your fault! You little bitch! I'm going to get you!" Ashlie sprang out of the bed in a rage, her loose wet training pants flopping down. The other girls laughed in delight at the sight of their former counsellor in wet trainers. Suddenly the overhead light snapped on, and Sister Mary Alleyfont dominated the room. "Sister," volunteered Cindy quickly, "Mary wet the bed!" Ashlie shot her an angry glance. Somehow Cindy and the girls had set her up! "So Mary,' said Sister Mary Alleyfont, "We can't control our bladder... Or is this just a childish bid for attention?" Before Ashlie could speak, she was grabbed by the arm and led down the hall. Her mind was a jumble, the day’s events overwhelming her. Just when she thought the worst was over, Cindy had contrived for her to wet her bed. Oh, the little brat was going to pay! The sister forced her to climb onto a low table covered with a rubber sheet. "Mary," scolded the Sister, "I think you're going to need some protection for the rest of tonight, and perhaps through tomorrow as well! We'll see if this solution will help cure your little wetting problem..." Ashlie's eyes grew wide as she saw the disposable diaper in the nun's hand. A DIAPER? surely she couldn't be serious! She had to end this now! Jumping off the table, she said desperately. "Sister, this may sound strange… But my name is not ‘Mary.‘ I'm Dr. Ashlie Farmer, the school psychologist working on a project! I'm an adult, and have a position at the university. I'm working undercover on a research project. This is all a terrible mistake!" The words poured out of her, sounding ridiculous even to her own ears. Sister Mary Alleyfont looked at her and said sternly. "Child, that's one of the wildest stories that I've ever heard! We don't abide our students telling lies at St. Patt's!" Before Ashlie could speak further, she found that her baby doll top had been whisked off and her wet panties yanked down. The Sister whirled her around, taking her across her knee! Totally naked, Ashlie began to fight for dear life, determined not to add to today's indignities with a bare-bottom spanking! At the first stinging slap, Ashlie cried out in pain. WHACK! "OW!" Despite her struggling, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Waaah! Waaaah! Waaaaaah!” Again and again, the Sister's hard hand came slamming down. Spanked like the child she now was, Ashlie could only impotently kick her legs and cry, the tears flowing freely down her face. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! “Waaaaaah!” wailed Ashlie "Naughty little girl," scolded the Sister loudly, "Wetting your bed and telling lies! We'll teach you some manners, young lady!" WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! Ashlie felt her bottom grow hotter until it felt like her rear was on fire! ’I'm being SPANKED!’ her mind screamed. ‘I'm NOT a little girl! I'm an ADULT! I don't BELONG here!’ “Waaaaah! Waaaaah! Waaaaah!!!” Then the spanking was over, and ashlie was told to lie on the table on her stomach. Her face streaked with tears and her little botty cheeks afire, Ashlie meekly did as she was told. She gasped as she felt the soothing lotion being applied to her hot tender bottom. Then there was a smell of baby powder in the air and she felt it being gently sprinkled and smoothed over her lower half. Ashlie heard the sound of tape ripping, and was told to roll over on her back. She winced at the pain in her buttocks, but complied. One spanking tonight was enough! She gasped as she saw the disposable diaper! "Please, Sister," she pleaded. "I don't need to wear diapers! I won't make any more messes, I promise!" Her words were in vain, Ashlie saw. Like or not, she was going to diapered! She was told to raise her hips. As she did so, the open diaper was slipped underneath her. She squealed when her skin came into contact with the waiting papery pad. The Sister lost no time. She taped up one side securely, then the other. "There," said the Sister in a satisfied tone. "All nice and snug... That wasn't too bad, was it?" Ashlie lay perfectly still, trying to come to terms with the fact that she was now wearing a disposable diaper! It felt like someone had strapped a pillow between her legs! Ashlie could only moan as a pair of rustling plastic panties were being drawn up her hips and around her waist. A fresh babydoll nightie top was placed over her head. Diapered and in plastic baby panties, Ashlie could only hang her head in shame. Her mind reeled over what had just been done to her. As a desirable young woman, she had never given diapers a second thought. Now she found herself helplessly taped up inside them. The plastic gripped her rear firmly, which still stung from her recent spanking. The plastic panties crinkled with her every movement, and the waistband dug into the sensitive flesh around her middle. ‘I'M WEARING DIAPERS!’ Her mind screamed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the Sister. "There's a cot in here where you'll sleep tonight! My room is right next door. I don't want any more trouble out of you tonight, little girl... Understand?" Ashlie could only submissively nod her head. Still sniffling, she waddled her way over to the cot. She was tucked in, the side rail raised and locked in place, and the light turned out. Crying silent tears, the diapered psychologist soon fell into a dreamless sleep.

Ashlie struggled uselessly in a babies’ highchair, her diapered wet bottom sore and hot inside her tight plastic panties. Her mind was numb with the humiliations she had experienced in the space of only one day. Yesterday a professional woman, today a diapered baby - smelling of lotion and powder. She had awakened in the morning only to find a fresh diaper and her school uniform awaiting her. She tried to block out the humiliation of attending a sixth-grade class with her diapers showing from underneath her short jumper. The girls at the school has teased her unmercifully. At recess, Cindy and the others had been especially cruel, making catty remarks about her diapered condition. Ashlie had humbly taken it all, afraid that any outburst would only make her situation worse. She had burned with shame and humiliation, all the while thinking that it would soon be over. After recess, she had boarded the bus with the other girls to go to the centre. She planned to end this charade just as soon as she could. She couldn't wait to get back at Cindy! However, once there she had been led to this highchair, and locked into the heavy wooden contraption as soon as she sat down! Cindy came up to her along with several other girls that she had once supervised and counselled, and they all thought of her now as just Ashlie's backward sister, Mary - an awkward little girl who couldn't even control her bladder. A spindly, ugly geek with a bad haircut. Just then Susan walked in, smiling at her charge’s infantile confinement. "You girls go back out to the common room," ordered Mrs. Johnson. "I don't want the younger children getting into trouble." Susan looked at her former colleague struggling in her diapers, locked into a highchair by a secure waist and crotch strap. "Well ‘Mary?’ she chuckled, "I hope you enjoyed your first day at school? I see you've had a little trouble controlling yourself though! This is rich! Ashlie - in a diaper and plastic panties and locked in a highchair! Oh, this is priceless!" "You BITCH!" screamed Ashlie. "You let me out of her right now! I'm calling this whole thing off! I'll sue you and..." Her protest was cut of by the sound of high heels on the hard tile floor. Ashlie's eyes widened in horror as she saw Kirsten Hightower - her rival from university - enter the room. She received another shock when she saw Dr. Baxter was with her! Ashlie’s cheeks flamed red with shame. Less than three days ago she had stood proudly in front of Dr. Baxter in her sexy stylish clothes. She had been an adult then. Now she was just a diapered child! Seeing Kirsten was even worse! She stood there in her trim skirt, arms folded over her crisp blue cotton blouse, with a bemused expression of delight on her face. Ashlie glanced down enviously at her sleek pantyhose and high heels. Being seen in diapers in a highchair by her arch rival was almost too much, and she felt the tears beginning to flow unbidden. "Dr. Baxter, Dr Hightower," said Susan, "I'm glad you could stop by. With Ashlie being called away suddenly, we've been left in a bit of a lurch. Anyway, this is Mary - Ashlie's baby sister. She's proven very difficult to handle - throwing tantrums, wetting the bed, and generally misbehaving..." "It's our pleasure," said Dr. Baxter, "Hello Mary," he greeted the pale youngster cordially. "I know your sister quite well. She works for me..." Ashlie breathed a sigh of relief. ‘At least they don't recognise me,’ she thought. However, she would have to confide in someone if she was ever going to get out of these horrible baby clothes and reclaim her adulthood. Dr. Baxter then turned to Susan. "Ms. Johnson, with Ashlie being called away so suddenly, I thought Dr. Hightower could take up some of the slack here at the centre. That is, if you’ll agree?" Ashlie's eyes grew wide at this latest humiliation. What was going on? She had to end this now! The tray to the highchair was unlocked, the rear buckle of her waist belt unfastened, and she was instructed by Susan to stand. "Dr. Baxter," said Susan, "I really appreciate this! For starters, could Dr. Hightower counsel little Mary here?" Before Ashlie could react, she was grabbed by the hand as Kirsten swiftly propelled her down the hall. "Kirsten! It's me, Ashlie!" she whispered, once out of earshot of the others. Kirsten looked down at the diapered little girl in the too-short school uniform, and laughed uproariously! "I know who you are, Ashlie! Susan called me and filled me in... I tell you, it's priceless seeing you in diapers and plastic panties! Which, by the way, I'm told you'll be wearing for quite some time!” Ashlie was too stunned to say anything. Kirsten knew who she was! It was almost worse this way, being seen as a diapered little girl by her chief rival. "I don't believe you know what MY project is for the university," said Kirsten. "Well, its simple. It's about YOU! It's about how a twenty-six-year-old psychologist with a doctorate gave up her adult status, and decided to begin life again as a ten-year-old girl! You wanted first-hand experience? Well, you've got it! How does it feel, sweetie? One thing, though - I don't think you'll be writing up your conclusions for quite some time!" Kirsten smiled as she said this last. “Oh yes,” she went on, "you're going to be a very well-behaved little girl! Nobody will ever believe that you're really an adult, no matter what you tell them. Just look in any mirror if you doubt me." Kirsten smiled triumphantly. Ashlie was stuck as a diapered child. With her out of the way, she would become the next Chairperson of the department. "Kirsten please!" begged Ashlie, her tears starting to flow. Still smiling, Kirsten corrected her firmly. "Now Mary! You must address me as ‘Dr. Hightower!’ You've been told about that more than once. Let's go into my office and have a little talk about manners..." They stopped in front of Ashlie's office! Ashlie felt the world spin. This nightmare never seemed to end! She was now in diapers and plastic panties, in the care of her rival from the university! No one believed in her real identity! And Kirsten had even taken her job as counsellor at the centre and moved into her own office! As if the humiliation of being thought of as a backward schoolgirl in diapers was not enough. Now she was about to counselled in her own office! The tables had been completely turned on Ashlie, and there seemed to be no way out! Her plan had backfired. She was no longer the beautiful and talented young woman that she'd been only yesterday. She thought back on the events of the last day and the speed at which they occurred. From the changes in wardrobe, to the haircut, to the glasses, the freckles, everything! From professional psychologist to a diapered, geeky schoolgirl in 24 hours! Ashlie began to cry and get angry at the same time. "You bitch!" she sobbed. "You can't treat me this way! I want my adulthood back! I'm leaving and you can't stop me!" Turning away from Kirsten, Ashlie ran down the hall. She emerged in the common room and twenty gaping school children all turned to see the diapered psychologist. Then they began to tease her. "Baby, Baby, stick you're head in gravy..." they all sang. "Give me back my adult clothes!" screamed Ashlie, the tears rolling down her face. She was stomping her feet and waving her arms, her diapered bottom constantly poking out of her short schoolgirl uniform. Cindy stood off to the side grinning broadly. This was the final pay-off. Ashlie had been such an aloof, proud adult. Always so prim and proper in her power suit. She was thrilled to see the once sophisticated and beautiful young woman reduced to a gawky, mousy-haired little girl in diapers and plastic panties, throwing a tantrum in front of everybody!. It was certainly a first-hand experience! Kirsten came into the room and joined Dr. Baxter, Susan, and Sister Elinor, who had just arrived from the school. The Sister's face was flushed. Strong measures were obviously needed to deal with this new spoiled child! As she advanced on her, Ashlie felt a surge of fear. She stopped her tirade and looked around for a place to run. She was spun around by Sister Elinor whose face was a mask of pure anger. Suddenly, her bladder released in fear. In the deafening silence of the room, everybody listened as the little girl noisily wet her diapers. For Ashlie, it was the final humiliation. As the world faded away, she fell to the floor on her stomach, kicking impotently and crying loudly.