Angela Kim had been teaching science at Ponce de Leon High for the past 8 years and had a reputation as one of the toughest teachers in the school. It was well know that she actually enjoyed sitting detention and around test time, no one made life rougher on her students than 'Killer Kim'. A 32-year old Korean American, Ms. Kim as everyone called her (even her fellow teachers), stood 5'6', usually wore her mid-length dark brown hair in a bun over her attractive face and had a slimmish figure that at least some of the boys in her classes had noticed, when they got past her disciplinarian personality, her glasses and her lab coat that hid it.

'Today's lesson is on absorption, 'Ms. Kim told her first period class, as she pulled out a package of baby diapers to hand out to the class to demonstrate during the lab session.

Seeing her finish the coffee that he had made her during detention earlier that morning, Mark Thompson, one of the class's perennial troublemakers, pulled a large box of Adult-Sized Depend diapers out of his bag and piped in with a snickering, 'I brought my own, 'which raised a few chuckles from the class.

'I've brought enough for everyone, so that won't be necessary, 'shot back Ms. Kim with an icy stare. Mark met her gaze and just as quickly shot back, 'Don't worry, you'll thank me later.'

Smart ass, thought Ms. Kim to herself, we'll see who's so smart when I give you your third detention this month, as she took her place at the head of the class.

'Now then class, let's begin. As you can see here from my example, the water is drawn up into the diaper via, ohhh'. Just at that moment, Ms. Kim's vision faded out and things got blurry to her. When she regained her composure and reopened her eyes, most things (like her class) came back into focus, but she didn't feel quite right and was met with shock when she went to look at her lecture notes. While she could make out most of the small words, the larger words were suddenly beyond her. Trying to continue on despite this, a slowly reddening Ms. Kim continued 'via the cap, uh, cap, uh, itty bitty tubes'she got out triumphantly.

'Are you sure about that "I mean if we write 'itty bitty tubes'on the midterm, we'll get points for that? 'shot Jenny Hernandez, the class geek.

'Uh, yes, yes, you will' replied a still shaken Ms. Kim, nodding her head vigorously, as if by doing so, it will make her answer correct. 'I sorry, I need to sit down. I not feeling so good 'she made out, immediately noticing her sudden lapse of diction and turning even redder.

'Time for these yet?', smiled Mark, walking to the front of the class with his box of Depends.

Angela knew she wanted to say, 'I'm a grown woman, I don't need diapers. 'What came out instead was 'I a big girl, I no need di-dees.'

'Correction, you were a big girl "do big girls do that?' Mark asked pointing at Ms. Kim's crotch, where a slow dark stain began to spread from between her legs.

Now completely in shock, Ms. Kim began to try to get up out of her seat, only unable to get her legs to support her, plopping her back down into her wet, warm seat, which caused her to start whimpering audibly as a disbelieving group of 17 year olds began to gather around her. This only increased her anxiety, as all of these young faces that only yesterday she'd loved to torture were now closing in to get a look at her in her newly soiled pants. Her youthening mind began to drift back to the old days, searching out a way to make things better. Slowly her mind (and the youth elixir Mark had slipped into that morning's coffee) began to work its way around to a solution. Who always solved Ms. Kim's problems when she was feeling insecure and scared?

'I, I, I want my Mommy!' yelled Ms. Kim to the approaching students, some of whom were now doubled over in laughter. She repeated this a few times, until her still regressing mind and the speech abilities that went with it were soon only able to get out a steady supply of 'Ma, ma!, Ma, ma!''s. While Ms. Kim's mother, a 58 year old store owner in LA, wanted grandchildren, I'm not sure what she would have made of her daughter's descent back into infancy.

'See, I told you it's a good thing I brought you your Depends, chuckled Mark, pulling one out of the box. 'Now someone help me get our darling Ms. Kim into something more appropriate to her new, how shall we say, 'situation.''

A couple of the boys cleared off the lab table and helped Mark bring a still incredulous Ms. Kim to the table, plopping her gently on her back. By this time, Ms. Kim's 'Ma, Ma's'had died down, as the adult still inside her realized that Mommy wasn't coming. Instead in between her desk and the table Ms. Kim rediscovered her old best friend, Mr. Thumb, and by the time she was put down, her thumb was planted firmly in her mouth and she was sucking it like a champ. Mark removed her went pants and underpants and, after wiping her down and applying some powder he had also brought, put a large white diaper on Ms. Kim, much to the class's amusement.

'What's still not right with this picture?' continued Mark, looking at the class's one-time teacher, now clad in a diaper, blouse and lab coat, sitting on her back on the table, her face flecked with tears and her thumb firmly in her mouth. 'Babies don't wear big girl clothes, now do they?'

This caused what was left of Ms. Kim's adult dignity to leave her. She pulled her thumb out of her mouth and began to cry as Mark first removed her lab coat, and then remove d her blouse, making a big striptease production out of it, doing it one button at a time until she was left in a diaper and her bra. Continuing his striptease, Mark made a huge production out of removing first one shoulder strap and then the other, exposing Ms. Kim's pert little breasts to stick out for all the world (and her class) to see.

'Now don't worry, uncle Markie can give as well as take, sweetie-pie' he said, as he pulled a baby bonnet, rattle and formula bottle out of this knapsack, giving them to Ms. Kim and finishing by plopping a binkie into Ms. Kim's still sobbing mouth.

'There, there, much better now, don't you think?' he finished to the class's roars of laughter. 'Why don't you take a look?' he said to Ms. Kim, recognizing a glimmer of the adult that had started the class in her eyes as he put a small lab mirror in front of her.

What Ms. Kim saw staring back at her was not the 'Killer Kim', prim proper, serious disciplinarian that had started this morning's class as the terror of PDL High, but a scared and frightened little baby girl, tears in her eyes, a diaper on her still soggy bottom, a pacifier in her mouth that she couldn't stop sucking for the life of her and who wanted her Mommy more than anything else in the world. Ms. Kim broke into a wail that redounded through the corridors of PDL High, a wail that soon would have company.



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