This chapter was supposed to take place a little after the girls returned from their trip. In the story itself Rachel briefly mentions going back to school, this was going to be the payoff to that comment. Ultimately though it kind of was a one shot chapter that didn’t add anything. Also Rachel deliberately sabotaging Fara’s schooling just to get her to stay home seemed weirdly petty for her. So I cut it to keep things moving.

Fara held her head down and stole glances around her as she made her way to her class. She had been dropped off earlier by Rachel who insisted on picking her outfit out for the day, and her outfit was the current source of her anxiety. On the surface it was modest and normal. It was a dark blue blouse top and a black mini skirt, it was what was underneath the mini skirt that was worrying. A diaper. A diaper dotted with fade when wet flowers, a pink trim, and with a ridiculously cartoony landing zone featuring a cat running through a flower field. It was something she was accustomed to wearing lately, even accustomed to wearing outside. But here on campus, around people she knew, with a skirt that threatened peeks at the diaper with just regular walking. Suddenly none of what she had been through mattered anymore and she was just as anxious about wearing a diaper out in public as she was when she first wore a pull up at Rachel’s house.

Fara was pretty confident that when she did wet her diaper, and it would be a when not an if, the extra sag in the diaper would have extended it beyond the length of the skirt even when standing still. It was a ticking time bomb that would remove the one thin covering she had. And Rachel made it clear that she was required to use her diaper, even if she was able to make it to a bathroom. She shuddered to think about what would happen if she had to mess. Having people see her in a wet diaper was an awful thought, but at least wetting could be subtle. The thought of having to stop what she was doing and mess her diaper, with the results being obviously visible to everyone around her. This was going to be a long day.

Fara struggled to remember the point of all this. Rachel told her earlier that if Fara wanted to be her baby girl then she would have to get used to the idea that everyone would know she’s in diapers and would know that she uses them. That was the surface explanation of why Rachel sent her off to school in such a revealing outfit. This filled Fara with dread even more. Eventually everyone would know she was in a diaper, and Rachel picked out a diaper that was both childish and one that was fairly obvious to tell when it was wet. She would wet her diaper, everyone would see and they would know. This was an exercise to let Rachel know that Fara could deal with people knowing that.

Of course Rachel had an ulterior motive. In reality she didn’t really want Fara to continue her higher education, despite how easily she could pay for it. Fara was to be her baby. She was to stay by her mommy or her pet baby sitter at all times. Rachel would continue to go to school, but she had maids prepared to take care of her pet and baby while she was away. Fara and Sarah didn’t need to be educated, their job was to be cute for their mommy. Sarah was already willing to give up on her education, but Fara needed to be convinced. A few days of misery, stuck on campus in a messy diaper would have Fara begging to stay home instead.

Fara blushed as she sat down for her fist class. When she opened the door to the building the gust of wind lifted her skirt the tiny amount it needed to flash her diaper to the small group around, and from the way they all looked at Fara she could tell they saw the diaper. As she looked down at her chair she discovered that no matter how she sat she could not get the skirt to cover the diaper. Anyone sitting below her could look up and tell that she was wearing a diaper, her vain attempts to hide it made it even more obvious that indeed that’s what she was wearing.

To her classmates credit most of them didn’t really care. This wasn’t high school anymore, everyone was too busy with their tests and mounting debt to really concern themselves with bullying someone who, as far as they knew, had a medical condition. Everyone that knew Fara enough to know she didn’t need diapers went on the trip with her and saw her be put into diapers for the whole thing. Fara had other acquaintances, but none of them could say for sure that Fara didn’t wear diapers before. Despite not having any ill intentions though, they couldn’t help but stare, and talk amongst themselves to make sure that they did indeed see a girl in a large baby diaper. This in and of itself wasn’t as strange as it once was. Little Land brought the idea of girls in diapers into the mainstream, and this wasn’t even the first time thanks to a brief concert series in the early 2000’s. Even for medical reasons it wasn’t unusual to find adult sized diapers in colorful prints at the local store, though they wouldn’t have the quality of similar ones you would find online or be quite as cute as what Fara had on. All of this lead to a very muted reaction from the general student populous.

None of this mattered to Fara though. As far as she was concerned everyone was pointing and laughing at her. Renewed anxiety about being out in public in her baby diapers welled up inside her making her oblivious to the reality. She had a hard time focusing on the lecture, thinking only about how everyone around her, even the professor, could see her diaper, and would see it be wet shortly as she doubted she could get through the class without having an accident. To her credit she was right. Everyone could see, especially the professor. He even noticed the diaper change to a notable yellow shade when he looked away for a second.

Eventually the class ended and as Fara stood up she could tell that she had wet her diaper at some point during the lecture, and of course with the extra weight it now peeked under her skirt visible to everyone that looked at her . Fara hid her face and hurried out of the room, which only served to draw more attention to her and her obvious wet diaper. Everyone could tell and Fara was hyper aware of every person that stole a double take her way or mentioned to their friend exactly what they saw. Fara couldn’t do anything. She still had two more classes to go, and she wasn’t allowed to change her own diaper. Her best hope was to run into Sarah and she could change her, but she knew better than to expect a diaper change after just wetting it once. She just sighed and left the building.

Seeing that there was nothing she could do anymore, she felt oddly at peace with the fact that everyone knew she was in a wet diaper. There was a release of anxiety knowing that there was nothing she could do any more. She thought that maybe this is what Rachel wanted her to learn with this exercise, to learn the gentle release of just letting everyone around her know that she was a baby, that she didn’t have to hide it since everyone already knew.

“Hey Fara,” Patty’s voice cut through the crowd and startled Fara even from a fair distance away. Fara waved as her friend approached her. She didn’t really appreciate the extra attention the interaction brought to her, but she had grown used to the stares. “Finally back in class huh?” Patty asked as the two began walking the same direction.

“Yeah I thought I could use a little more time off,” Fara lied. Really it was Rachel’s idea for her to take an extra two days off but she didn’t feel like that needed to be mentioned.

“I hear ya,” Patty sighed. “The first thing I need from a vacation is another vacation.” Fara giggled. “But I’m glad you’re back I’ve missed seeing you.”

“Aww thanks Patty,” Fara smiled. The distraction from the stares of people around her was nice but of course wouldn’t last.

“So someone dressed pretty bravely today,” Patty broached the subject cautiously.

“Oh yeah, that was Mommy’s idea.”

“Oh so the fact that your diaper is showing is on purpose?”

“Yeah,” Fara blushed. “Mommy says that if I’m going to be her baby then I have to get used to other people knowing that I wear and use diapers. So she sent me here in something designed to fail essentially.”

“Oh I see,” Patty thought. “It’s like a test of devotion. She takes her role very seriously it seems.”

“Yeah she is umm,” Rachel struggled for the right word. “Persistent.”

“Well you seem to be adjusting to it well.”

“Not really,” Fara grimaced.

“What do you mean?” Patty questioned. “I mean you’re hear now, soggy diaper showing for everyone to see. I don’t think most people would go that far. Not to mention the things we all saw while we were on vacation. The stuff you did in front of your closest friends.”

“Ok ok,” Fara stopped Patty before she died from blushing and before Patty got carried away and spilled the beans to the whole campus. “Thanks I guess. You seem to know a bunch about this stuff.”

“Alternative lifestyles always fascinated me. Though I don’t think I could do it myself,” Patty pondered. “You’re the first little I’ve seen though, at least I think. Hard to tell if someone genuinely is one or if they are just hopping on the little land trend.”

“Well I guess I’m the real deal.”

“Oh for sure. None of those posers would mess themselves on a public street like you did.”

“Patty!” Fara whined. A few people did a double take at Patty’s comment and Fara’s visible and wet diaper didn’t help matters.

“Oh sorry. I can be kind loud huh?” Patty asked herself with a giggle. Fara and Patty had made their way over to a large shade tree by the student union and set their stuff down underneath it. “So what are ya gonna do for changes?” Patty rummaged through her backpack for a snack. “I don’t think you can make through the whole day in one diaper.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Fara said snidely. Though the soggy diaper between her legs didn’t leave her much room to protest the statement. “I’m not allowed to change myself. I’ll have to find Sarah or Rachel if I want a change, and they probably won’t give me one until I’m ready.”

“Or in other words until you’ve been flashing your soggy diaper around for half the day.”

“Yeah basically,” Fara sighed.

“Well I think you’re doing a good job. I’m sure your mommy will love how good you’re being.”

“She better,” Patty and Fara giggled, but Fara suddenly stopped.

“Oh no already?” Fara groaned.

“You ok?” Patty was concerned.

“Yeah I just … need to … you know.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. I support your lifestyle Fara it won’t bother me.” Fara groaned. It was no use fighting it, her control was pretty flimsy. Fara couldn’t hold out for long, and squatted down in front of Patty and in front of her and everyone else on campus she grunted and messed her diaper. It had become a quick and easy action for her so she was done in a flash, but several onlookers couldn’t help but see and it was fairly obvious what she was doing.

This act it seemed finally broke through the disinterest of some, as they audibly laughed and made comments calling Fara a baby as they made their way to wherever they were going. Fara blushed again and held herself, embarrassed at what she just did. The fresh mess pressing against her bottom reminded her that the people laughing at her were right. She was a baby, and now everyone knew. Just like Rachel intended.

“You all done?” Patty asked happily.

“Yeah,” Fara was quiet.

“Aww don’t be shy it’s ok. If your mommy were here I’m sure she would call you a good girl.” Fara took a little breath in. Even coming from Patty “good girl” was beginning to have a powerful effect on her.

“Th-thanks,” Fara stammered.

“You are kinda cute. I can sorta see what Rachel gets out of it. I’m just glad I don’t have to do the cleanup.”

“Yeah me too.”

“Well you’re the one sitting around in a mess for her. If anything I’d say you’re entitled to get cleaned up by her.” Even in her current situation that comment made Fara giggle. “Why don’t I call Sarah? I’m sure this counts as being ready for a change.” Fara stood and waited as Patty sent Sarah a text, and after a minute of comfortable silence Sarah emerged from the student union.

“Hi Patty and hi Stinky,” Sarah teased. Fara blushed. “Come on we need to get you cleaned up and changed. Thanks for watching her Patty.”

“Any time,” Patty smiled.

“Say thank you baby,” Sarah scolded Fara.

“Thank you Patty,” Fara spoke in her definitely little voice.

“Oh you’re welcome little one,” Patty gave a big smile as Sarah led Fara by the hand into the student union. This time both the sight and smell attracted the attention of passerbys, but Fara was in a bit of a daze and didn’t notice. Thankfully there was a family restroom just inside, rarely used by the student body so it was expectedly empty. Sarah sighed and patted the changing table inside the bathroom and rummaged in her backpack for the new diaper while Fara hopped up.

“Ok lets get you clean,” Sarah steeled herself as she opened the diaper and got to work. Cleaning a messy Fara wasn’t something she enjoyed doing, but her Mistress had instructed her to change the baby when she needed it so she would obey. Fara calmly laid back on the table as she was changed, vaguely wishing she had her paci with her. Before long the old diaper was removed, and Fara was cleaned up. “Ok raise up,” Sarah said more cheerfully. Fara obediently lifted her butt and Sarah slid the new diaper underneath her. “There we go,” Sarah sighed in relief as she applied powder. This part was much easier than what came before, she actually somewhat enjoyed it. With the powder applied she taped the diaper on and helped Fara up. “There we go all fresh and changed.”

“Thank you Sarah,” Fara said meekly.

“You’re welcome sweetie,” Fara helped smooth out Fara’s mini skirt and once again it precariously covered the diaper. “I spoke with Mistress earlier and while she’s disappointed you won’t be sitting through your next class soggy she is overjoyed that you made a mess in front of everyone.”

“Well I aim to please,” despite her sarcasm Fara couldn’t help but become flush with happy thoughts at her mommy’s approval. Fara and Sarah walked out of the student union and to the next class that they shared. As the passed Patty still standing by the tree she gave a knowing smile and wave and Fara meekly waved back.