Free Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) by Devon Shire Page B

she went inside, the teacher was already talking. Fortunately, this hall held more than a hundred students, so people coming in late wasn’t too obvious. Unfortunate for Tara though, she scanned the back rows and immediately saw that there weren’t any free seats. She had to go all the way down to the third row.
    When she ran, she had been able to forget about her diaper. Now though, with a hundred eyes on her, Tara started to move again. She hoped and prayed no one could see the flattened outline of her diapered butt against the edge of her dress. She was dressed like a schoolgirl. That would have been enough to draw lots of guys’ eyes to her body.
    Nibbling her lower lip, nervous, Tara made it down to an empty seat and plopped down. She pulled the desk tabletop up and started to get some paper ready for notes.
    As the professor talked and went through one PowerPoint slide after another, Tara tried to pay attention. But as her heart slowed down and she caught her breath, she started to let last night and this morning sink in. She had been diapered. Worse, she wet herself. Tara couldn’t believe it, so she tried to concentrate.
    She mostly failed.
     
    Tara finished her class but made sure to wait for everyone else to leave first. Then she remembered the next class’s students started to show up early. Those students wanted good seats, way in the back where their teacher wouldn’t notice.
    With a long and slow breath, Tara got up and kept her face down. Each time she heard someone smirk or giggle, she couldn’t help but think it might be because of her. She moved and heard the sound of the plastic diaper. It crinkled and crunched with each step.
    Who noticed? Could anyone tell? Did they know what she wore? If they figured it out, what would they think? Then she remembered how everyone had a camera phone. Anyone could click a picture of her diapered butt, and the image would be out there forever.
    Tara made it out into the hall. Someone bumped into her, so she spun around and opened her mouth. The guy said, “Excuse me.” Then he wandered off, though she couldn’t help but spot the smirk on his face.
    Plenty of guys and girls glanced in her direction. Even if they couldn’t tell she had a diaper on, they must have liked seeing the college girl dressed in her plaid skirt with the white, knee-high socks. She must have looked adorable.
    Tara made her way across campus and to her dorm room. She had a little bit of time, and maybe she could figure out what to do about the diaper. If nothing else, Tara could take it off for a little while. James didn’t need to know she hadn’t worn it all day.
    Inside the dorm hall, Tara rushed back to her room, slipped inside, and shut the door behind her. The second she heard the knob click shut, Tara sighed with relief. She didn’t have another class for about an hour, then after that, she had to go see James again.
    Still, she could do a lot of relaxing in an hour. And if she really enjoyed it, Tara could always hang out here a bit longer. She had done reasonably well in her other classes. A day off wouldn’t kill her, she thought with a grin.
    With thoughts of getting to be a big girl again, for a little while anyway, Tara pulled off her dress and dropped it to the floor. Then she kicked off her leather Mary Jane style shoes and yanked off the socks. Then, all she had to take off was the diaper.
    Tara looped her fingers into the waistband and tugged without looking down. She didn’t want to even see the symbol of infantile humiliation. She wanted to be an adult and toss the diaper into the corner and ignore it. But when she tried to pull the diaper down, she felt the cover.
    The cover…the locking plastic panties he had forced her to wear. Tara swallowed and tried to wiggle or shimmy out. If she stayed calm, then she figured she could get out. But as hard as she tried, it didn’t matter. The locking waistband remained tight and wouldn’t yield.
    She didn’t have on a top or