"Loss of Privileges"
By Dark Oni
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Margaret Thomas wore a grim expression as she unlocked the upper doors of her kitchen cabinet. She knew she'd sworn off this stuff until her daughter was older but she'd simply had enough.
As she opened the shelves to the light she grinded over her anger in her mind. It was still infuriating to her that she, a thirty year old woman with three years of substituting experience couldn't get a teaching job while girls just out of college were hired because they were cheaper.
Now she was a teacher's aid to her daughter's first grade teacher, Miss Allen, one of those inexperienced 'girls'. It hadn't been her original goal of course. However, upon helping one day with a party Mary had been disgusted with the teacher's lack of control and disregard for her students. She'd volunteered to be an aid on the spot, if only to make sure her daughter got through things okay.
Little Mary was small for her age and terribly shy. Margaret knew from experience that children like that could easily get picked on. Children could be cruel. She'd never expected the teasing to come from Mary's teacher.
Poor Mary had been wetting the bed lately but the doctor had assured Margaret that the problem wouldn't occur during the day. He'd been wrong. Even so, it was only a little accident. Miss Allen really shouldn’t have made a big deal out of it. Instead the teacher had called her a baby in front of the entire class, even going so far as putting a bonnet on the child's head.
Margaret raged again at the memory of walking into the classroom and seeing her daughter in tears as the rest of the class laughed at her. She'd immediately taken Mary home. She'd wanted to do something else but had thought better of it. There were other ways to make things right.
Margaret methodically pushed through the bottles in her cabinet, trying to find the appropriate ones. The role of a renegade mage was something she'd thought was behind her for now. She had a daughter to raise and being hunted by the council wasn't a good way to go about it. What she had forgotten was she also had a daughter to protect.
"Mommy. I don't wanna go back to school." Mary whined from behind her.
Hearing her daughter in that tone made Margaret 's heart ache. Turning her head she said, "I know sweetheart. Don't worry, mommy will make things better. I promise you'll have fun at school tomorrow. Now finish your ice cream honey."
"Okay mommy." Mary said, still sounding depressed.
Margaret felt for her daughter and she meant to do something about it. Her eyes lit up as she found the bottles she'd been looking for.
Gazing upon the liquids she grinned and whispered, "Yes honey, I promise you'll have a lot of fun at school tomorrow."
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Rebecca Allen hurried from her car, heels clicking against the pavement. She was a bit late but knew the teaching assistant would take care of opening the classroom as usual.
She laughed a bit at that after what had happened the day before. Miss Thomas had called from home to tell the secretary that she had taken Mary out early because she was sick and that the both of them would be in today.
Rebecca had been a little worried that Margaret would make a big deal out of the punishment she'd chosen for Mary. She was happy it had blown over. She didn't need more complications at work. She hated her job enough as it was.
When she'd marked down grade school on her application she'd thought the worse she'd get was third or fourth grade. It was bad enough she had to baby-sit a bunch of brats; she didn't have to change them too. Besides, a little embarrassment never hurt anyone. Maybe next time Mary would ask to go to the bathroom.
Rebecca entered the classroom and nodded curtly to Miss Thomas. She could see the older woman had on a conservative pair of tan pants, black flats and a white blouse. She grinned a bit at that since it was in such contrast to the tight jeans, white heels and snug white top that she wore.
"Maybe if she showed a little more she might actually get a teaching job." Rebecca thought snidely. Even Margaret 's brown hair was cut short and conservative while Rebecca's blonde hair hung long down her back.
Taking the seat behind her desk Miss Allen said crisply, "Good morning class." At that her students quieted down a bit and Rebecca made her first announcement of the day.
"Before we get started class I have something to tell you. Given what happened yesterday there will be a new policy."
Miss Allen then paused and stared straight at little Mary. The girl wore a pair of green overalls and pink shirt and her dark hair was tied up in two little pigtails.
Continuing she said, "Anyone who fails to use the potty when they need to will lose certain privileges. You might find your playtime shortened or even receive extra work." Giggling could be heard as the children understood what Miss Allen was talking about. Only Mary looked scared though as she lowered her head.
"Which privileges are lost will be determined by the adult in charge, either me or Miss Thomas." Looking at her teacher's aid Rebecca tried to spot some kind of reaction from the woman. She'd expected anger but instead got a strange smile.
A little disappointed Rebecca took a gulp of her morning coffee. She then started on the day's first lesson.
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A half hour later Rebecca began to feel strange. She didn't really feel sick, just odd. She paused to take a deep breath. Closing her eyes she heard one of the children yell, "Look! She's having an accident." The class then erupted into a mass of laughter and hushed comments.
Rebecca angrily opened her eyes. "Not again." she thought.
"Alright. Who was it? Who can't hold it in this time?" Miss Allen asked.
One of the students in the front row, a boy named Danny, pointed at her and through a choking laugh said, "You did Miss Allen. You had an accident."
"Very funny Daniel." Rebecca said but then stopped. She felt ... wet.
Looking down at herself Rebecca saw a gigantic dark spot in her jeans that went all the way down to her knees. She HAD wet herself and she hadn't even felt it! She could feel it now though, warm and wet and dripping all over her.
"Wha...what the....?" she began to ask but was interrupted by Miss Thomas.
"Rebecca, what did you do?" she said sternly, a smile in her voice.
"Huh? Margaret? My coffee! You put something into my coffee didn't you?" Rebecca realized.
"I don't know what you're talking about Rebecca. All I see is a little girl who can't control herself. It seems you'll be losing some privileges today. First, you're no longer the teacher." Margaret said gleefully.
"You're nuts, you know that? Making me wet myself just to get some kind of sick revenge for your daughter. This is your last day at this school." Rebecca said.
Miss Allen then pushed the button on the intercom. All the while Margaret watched her calmly. What she'd put into the teacher's coffee would do much more then just make her wet herself.
"Office here." the intercom spoke. Smiling at Margaret Miss Allen opened her mouth and said, "Yeth, helwo?"
The class laughed again. Miss Allen's voice had taken on an impossibly high pitch, making her sound just like a little girl.
"Who is this?" the office asked.
Rebecca's eyes opened wide in horror. What was wrong with her? Why was she talking like this? Desperately she tried to continue. "Dis is Miss Alwen. I need hewlp here."
Margaret raised her voice over the laughter of the class. "I'm sorry Nancy, little Becky here pushed the intercom button before I could stop her."
"Nooooo. I'm Miss Alwen! I'm Miss Alwen!" Rebecca shouted.
Ignoring her the intercom continued, "Miss Thomas, where is Miss Allen?"
"She had to step out for a minute. Everything's fine down here."
"Okay then." the voice finished then clicked off.
"Nooooo." Rebecca yelled again, her voice still high. She didn't notice Margaret walk behind her until the teacher's aid swatted her hard on the behind.
"Don't even think of pushing that button again young lady! That is for the use of adults only." she admonished her.
Rebecca spun around to face Margaret and immediately wondered if the woman had gotten taller as she looked straight into her eyes. "I yam an aduwlt. What did you do to me?!"
"Something you richly deserve. Now Becky dear, let's get you out of those wet clothes."
A panicking Rebecca began to run. After a couple of steps however she lost her balance in heels that suddenly felt too big and nailed the floor with a great amount of force. The laughter in the classroom rose to a new height.
Rebecca felt the pain rip through her when she impacted and by the time she rolled herself into a seated position she began to cry. She didn't understand what was wrong with her. Why was she crying over a little fall?
As the tears rolled down her cheeks Rebecca noticed that she'd lost her heels in the fall. She was now sitting on the floor with her bare feet pointed towards the class as she sat on her wet bottom crying her eyes out.
"See Becky, that's what happens when little girls wear grown up shoes. They fall and go boom like you did." Margaret said in a sweet and cheery voice.
"B-but I'm not a wittle girl." Rebecca sniffed.
"All in good time." Margaret said, and kneeled down to place a compact mirror in front of Rebecca's face.
The teacher's face took on a horrified expression as she saw herself. She no longer looked twenty-five. Her face had thinned, her cheekbones had receded and her nose was turning upward. She was a teenager again.
"Th-this can't be hawpening!" she squealed, her voice still that of a child's.
"Oh, but it is dear. That's what happens when adults act like children." Margaret said happily.
This all was simply too much for Rebecca to take and she began to cry hysterically which upset her even more because she couldn't seem to control her feelings at all. It was as if years of emotional control had simply been stripped away. The laughter of her students didn't help either. She was their teacher and now they were making fun of her and she couldn't stop them.
"Ahh-haaa-wahhhhh! Make it stop. Make it sto-ha-ha-hop!" she cried as embarrassment flooded her. She then kicked her bare heels against the floor slightly as her hands balled into fists at her shoulders. She may have looked like a teen at this moment but she was throwing a tantrum like a toddler.
Margaret watched in earnest as Miss Allen bawled and shrank. Her prominent breasts deflated as she lost years causing her sleeveless top to hang on her chest as the straps of her useless bra became visible. Her now baggy jeans began to engulf her as well as her diminishing feet seemed to be pulled back into them.
The crying teen quickly became a crying child, her shrinking becoming more prominent as she passed below puberty. She was soon swimming in her clothes.
"Oh my, looks like those 'big girl' clothes are too much for you honey. Let me help." Margaret said with syrupy sarcasm. With little effort she was able to pull Miss Allen's top off of her. The crying child's bra now hung uselessly on her shoulders.
"Look Becky!" Margaret said sternly. "You made the bottoms of your top all yellow. Naughty girl!" More squeals of laughter came from the class.
Becky was barely able to see the stained shirt through her tear filled eyes. "I-I'm sowwy!" she squeaked. She felt terrible about displeasing Miss Thomas. She felt so stupid and bad for peeing herself. She also felt self-conscious about her bared chest and crossed her arms meekly over it.
Margaret saw the child-teacher's face turn crimson as her features became more cherub-like. By the time she was six again her face was the picture of chubby innocence.
Little Miss Allen's legs were still in her jeans but the lumps that pinpointed the location of her feet were now above the knees of the garment. The material below that point laid flat against the floor.
Margaret stepped on the jeans, one of her feet per pant leg. Bending over she placed her arms under Becky's shoulders and lifted her from the carpet.
Becky's bare feet dangled far from the floor as Miss Thomas held the wet girl away from her. Becky's wet panties were huge on her but the dampness caused them to cling to her skin. They had been very nice French cut lace panties but now were yellow instead of white.
"Becky! You smell terrible! How much pee was in you?" Margaret mocked, grinning at the continued laughter from the students.
Little Becky was mortified. She could feel the cool air hitting her wet panties as her legs dangled off the floor. She felt helpless and ashamed at the same time. Deep down she knew she was still the teacher but now didn't feel very deserving of the title.
Standing Becky on the floor Margaret looked down on her former boss. The child looked miserable. Her arms were crossed over a flat chest and her wet panties sagged on her waist. The girl hadn't noticed yet but her underwear was no longer doing its job and her bare privates could clearly be seen.
Walking up to the child Miss Thomas spoke to the class. "You see children, what Miss Allen said holds true, even for her. She didn't use the potty when she had to and she has now lost the privilege of being the teacher and of being an adult."
With that Margaret reached down and pulled Becky's panties to her ankles. The girl squealed and quickly reached down to pull them up, receiving a smack on her bare bottom for her troubles.
"No Becky! You've ruined you clothes and now I have to get you out of them." Margaret chastised as the child rubbed her sore backside.
Fresh tears came to Becky as she whined, "B-but Miss Thomas. I'm naked. They can see everything." She was extremely self-conscious about her nakedness, especially now that she had nothing to hide. The room seemed huge to her now as well and the other children were as big or bigger than her. She was very uncomfortable.
"You're a child now Becky as are they. It doesn't matter." Margaret stated flatly as she removed the child's bra leaving Becky completely bare. The girl still tried to cover herself, an arm over her pink nipples and a hand over her privates as the other children continued to laugh at her.
"There, you looked silly in those grown up clothes anyway. I brought an outfit that will be perfect for you now." Margaret remarked.
As Margaret walked to the back room she realized that she was really beginning to enjoy this. Never in a million years would she treat a real child in any way similar to this but Miss Allen deserved it. She deserved to know how poor Mary had felt when she'd been called a baby in front of her classmates and had a bonnet placed on her head.
The potions Margaret had slipped into Miss Allen's coffee were rather varied. One of course had caused her to regress but Margaret had magically controlled it so it would stop at just the right age. That was also why she'd been able to regress Rebecca's vocal cords at just the right time. The lisp had been a bonus.
She'd allowed the side effect of emotional regression to remain, knowing how effective it would be. Another potion had caused Miss Allen to wet herself and Margaret could make it happen again if she wanted to. Yet another ensured that Becky's fear and embarrassment would run rampant in her mind while the last made her meek as a kitten. So meek in fact that even as she shivered in front of the class in embarrassment Becky didn't dare move in fear that Miss Thomas would get upset at her.
The teacher's aid returned with a gym bag and knelt in front of the frightened child.
Lifting Becky's legs one by one she removed the wet panties and placed them in a plastic bag. She then took a towel and wiped the lower half of Becky's body. As Margaret took the towel back Becky tried to hold onto it, receiving a sharp slap to her hands.
"No Becky. That's dirty. I know how much you like being dirty but I have something else for you." More laughter ensued.
Becky hated being left bare in front of the room but she felt even worse when she saw what Miss Thomas pulled out of the bag next. It was a white pair of padded training panties that had a large cartoon kitten emblazoned on the front.
She couldn't believe Miss Thomas was going to put those on her. She was an adult. She wanted her nice silk panties not something a toddler would wear. She'd even take a pair of cotton girl's panties over the training ones.
"M-Miss Thomas? D-don't you have some normal panties?" Becky whined.
"Of course I do. But they're not for little girls who wet themselves. These will protect you in case you have another accident sweetie." Margaret commented.
"B-but, I don't wanna...." Becky's voice caught in her throat as Miss Thomas pulled a pair of disposable diapers from the bag.
"Well, if you insist, I suppose I could put you in diapers." Margaret smirked.
"No." Becky said meekly. "I'll take the training pants."
Miss Thomas swiftly pulled the training panties onto Becky. The girl felt very strange in them and very embarrassed. Standing in front of the class in only those panties Becky felt closer to two than six. To relieve the shame she absently put her thumb in her mouth.
"Look, the baby's sucking her thumb!" a voice shouted gleefully, causing more giggling.
Becky felt even worse but knew the damage was done. Instead of pulling the thumb from her mouth she sucked on it harder.
Margaret smiled and proceeded to tie Becky's blonde hair into two pigtails using pink ribbons. Ruffled white ankle socks were pulled onto her little feet followed by black Mary Jane shoes. As Becky stood there still sucking her thumb Margaret had to admit that the little girl was adorable now.
"Okay baby Becky, get your thumb out for a moment, I need to put your dress on. I promise you can enjoy your thumb as much as you want later."
Becky blushed again and took her thumb out as more students laughed at her. Miss Thomas then pulled a frilly pink party dress out of the bag. It too had kittens on it.
Becky didn't fight as the dress was pulled over her head and her arms went through the sleeves. She was now completely dressed as a little girl. She watched Miss Thomas place all of her adult trappings in the plastic bag. Seeing her jeans, top, bra and heels disappear into the bag Becky wondered if she'd ever wear them again.
"Now Becky, please take your seat in the back next to Mary."
Becky solemnly trudged past the desks and smiling faces of her former students, all of who looked huge to her now. When she finally sat next to Mary she was shocked to find that the smallest girl in the class was actually a little bigger than her now.
Mary, for her part, was thrilled at what had happened. To a certain extent she was happy that her mommy had taken down Miss Allen but she was even more enthused by the fact that little Becky was taking the abuse of the other students now. The way Mary figured it that meant less for her.
"Alright class, it would seem we have a new student, Becky Allen. Please be nice to her, she has a wetting problem after all."
"And she might get you wet!" a voice called out.
"Now class, be nice. Little Becky can't help it if she's a big baby." Margaret poured on. She could see fresh tears forming on little Miss Allen's face as the conversation ran its course. Margaret wondered how long the girl would last.
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Continued in part 2