Teaching Tara (An Age Play Story) by Devon Shire

bottom. Instead, she stood in the middle of her dorm room, naked except for her diaper.
    Finally, frustration took over, so she threw herself against the bed. “Damn it,” she growled to no one in particular. Through her first class, Tara had assumed she would be able to get it off. But now, locked into this thing, the frustration boiled back up and made it hard to think.
    She could try to enjoy herself? Tara didn’t know how, not when she felt like a baby girl. The thought dragged something else out. If she were really honest with herself, she didn’t like being alone. She wanted to see her teacher again. Even if she felt frustrated and humiliated with him, some part of her enjoyed…
    Enjoyed what? Tara paused for a moment, rolled onto her back and stared up at her dorm room ceiling. She reached down and touched the plastic panties. She felt so silly, dressed like this. At the same time, some part of it almost felt right.
    She thought about it for a long time and wondered how bad this really was. After a while though, she just started thinking of her teacher. He was so smart and so hot and she wanted to please him, no matter what it took. So she spent a lot of time bouncing between frustration and desire, not sure what she should feel about the man who humiliated, the same one who also took care of her and gave Tara this second chance.
    She curled up and tried to figure out exactly what she wanted. She rested and waited for some solution to pop into her head for a good forty-five minutes before she perked back up. She had to go out there again.
    Right as she sat up, the door opened and Jessie strolled in. She was saying something, but her voice cut out the second she spotted Tara. Tara had snatched up her blankets and covered her chest, but that left her diaper obvious and exposed. After all, the plastic cover didn’t really hide anything, and even if it did, the plastic ruffles around her waist stuck out, obvious and easy to see.
    Jessie blinked a couple times, but other than that, they both remained frozen. Tara struggled to think of something to do or say. She couldn’t just act normal, could she? But before any decision solidified in her brain, her friend reacted first.
    “Tara, what are you wearing?”
    She swallowed, wishing she could lie, but nothing believable came to mind. If anything, Tara’s lack of an answer made it obvious.
    Jessie closed the door behind her and took a couple steps across the room. Through each second, Tara felt a little more color leave her cheeks. No one was supposed to see her like this!
    “Are you wearing a diaper?” The last word sounded awkward, as though Jessie couldn’t quite make her mouth form the right words.
    “My teacher made me.”
    “Really?” Jessie sat down on Tara’s bed with her. She kept her knees beneath her which gave her a few inches over Tara. “Why’s that?”
    “He said I was acting like a baby, so he might as well treat me like one.”
    “And you have to do what he says because you signed his contract,” said Jessie, though it didn’t come out like a question.
    “Yes.”
    “Huh.”
    “What?” Tara asked, not sure how defensive she could feel with her friend there. Jessie had always been nice. They had been roommates for a couple months, after all. They had both seen one another embarrassed, though Tara had to admit this was the worst.
    “Maybe he’s right?”
    “You can’t be serious!” Tara would have jumped up and almost did, but she managed to stop herself because she didn’t want to give Jessie a better view of what had happened to her.
    “No, seriously, sometimes you act kind of immature. Maybe this will teach you a lesson.”
    “You’re kidding.” This time Tara really did jump up. She didn’t care how Jessie could see her diaper full on now. She must have looked absurd, but she had to get dressed again. She had class, then she had to meet James for more tutoring.
    Tara grabbed up her discarded uniform. She pulled on her socks