White Tights Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven

When she was fully clothed again, Chloe returned to her seat, her face burning with shame. Mr Thomas looked incredibly flustered, but somehow managed to compose himself somewhat, and carry on with some semblance of a lesson. Very few of the girls were paying attention though, as most of them were talking about what they had just witnessed. Chloe wasn’t at all surprised that even Sophie couldn’t just ignore what she had seen.

‘Are you going to tell Ryan that his little shaving idea wasn’t one of his best?’ Sophie asked.

‘No. If I tell him that he’s going to want to know why, and there’s no way I’m telling him what’s happened this morning,’ said Chloe.

‘He’ll find out sooner or later Chloe.’

‘I don’t see why he would.’

‘Are you going to tell him you’ve made some sort of abstinence pledge or something? Because I don’t think that boy can be in your company for more than a few minutes without trying to get in your knickers. All it would take is cheeky pinch to the bum, and you’re rumbled.’

‘I’m not going to be wearing nappies outside of school though am I? My dad would never agree to it. All I need to do is make sure he doesn’t try to cop a feel when I’m in uniform and he doesn’t have to be any the wiser,’ Chloe said confidently.

‘What about if he sees the white tights?’ asked Sophie.

‘He doesn’t know what they mean does he? It’s not exactly a policy that the school shouts about. Only the girls at this school, and their parents I suppose, know that it means I’ve got a nappy on.’ Chloe couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad thing that she was getting more used to talking about her nappies.

‘Even if he doesn’t know about your, uh, special underwear, won’t he think the tights are a bit little-girly?’ asked Sophie.

‘Soph, this is the same Ryan who thinks I look cute with a hairless fanny, and likes me to wear knickers that I should have thrown out years ago. He’ll probably just be turned on.’

‘Yeah, I think the whole school knows about your poor choice of knickers for today. I mean really, Spongebob? Still, if he likes your baby fanny, your baby knickers and your baby tights, maybe he’ll like your baby nappy too?’ Sophie suggested in a tone that was not unkind.

Chloe knew that Sophie didn’t mean any harm by referring to all her ‘baby’ things, but it made her suddenly feel very self-conscious.

When the bell went for lunch, Chloe stuck with Sophie, the only person who had shown any real sympathy all day, apart from her sister. Nobody else seemed to want to sit at their table, but plenty were happy to comment as they walked by. Chloe did her best to filter out the taunts, but she couldn’t help listening.

‘You’ve barely touched your food,’ Sophie observed.

‘It’s just, you know, if it goes in, it’ll come out again won’t it?’

‘That is how digestion works, silly. But it won’t happen right away. By the time that food is ready to come out, you’ll be home, sat on the toilet with your regular knickers round your ankles. Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to go now, do? Number two I mean?’

‘No, not really. I suppose I could eat. Drinking’s a different story though.’

‘Chloe, you have to eat and drink. You’ll make yourself ill if you don’t,’ Chloe said sternly.

‘But I’ll wet myself if I do,’ Chloe said forlornly.

‘Look, Chloe, I’ll level with you. Whatever you do, no matter how much you try to avoid it, you will pee in your nappy at school. You’ll get no help from the teachers, and Sarah and the other prefects have got it in for you, so it’s gonna happen. Yes, it might be embarrassing getting your nappy changed in front of everybody, but you can’t change that. But people will lose interest. It will just be one of those things that people get tired of. Do you remember when Katy Flynn had to wear the white tights in year ten?’

‘Yeah.’

‘And she had one hell of a stomach bug. She didn’t just wet her nappies, she was crapping in them, and regularly.’

‘And everybody had a good laugh at her expense when she had to have her nappy changed, just like they have with me,’ Chloe muttered.

‘Yeah, at first they did. At first. Then it stopped being interesting. The last couple of days she stunk to high hell because nobody would even agree to change her. Nobody wanted to wipe her shitty arse. It’ll be the same with you. As long as things stay on the same level they’re at now, people will stop caring. Just keep your head down, try not to get in any trouble, accept that you’ll wet yourself sometimes and make sure you don’t need to take a dump while you’re in school. You’ll be fine.’

Chloe understood what her friend was saying, but she didn’t completely believe it. What if she got in trouble again? What if, one day, she couldn’t hold on until she got home so she did crap herself? She was being punished for a long time, and had to admit it was a possibility, as much as she might not want to.

Mia approached the table and sat down next to Chloe.

‘Mia, since when did you come and sit with me at lunch?’ Chloe asked.

‘Well it’s not like you’re so popular right now that there’s no room for me is it?’

‘I suppose not,’ Chloe conceded.

‘Anyway, I need to talk to you. Mum’s been on the phone to me, and she’s pissed. Apparently she’s been trying to call you, and you haven’t been picking up.’

‘I haven’t heard my phone ring. Let me check it.’

Chloe rummaged through her bag, looking for her phone, but it was nowhere to be found.

‘As if the day wasn’t bad enough, I think somebody’s nicked my phone,’ moaned Chloe.

‘Well anyway, the head has been in touch, about you know, your punishment. They’ve suggested that it carries on at home as well,’ Mia explained.

‘And I suppose your mum thinks it’s a good idea? A chance to get back at me for the times that dad wouldn’t let her spank me?’ asked Chloe.

‘Yeah. She thinks it’s a good idea. You know I would’ve argued your case if I thought it would make any difference, but I’d just get in trouble myself.’

‘That’s okay Mia. My dad won’t go along with it anyway.’

‘That’s just it,’ Mia said apologetically, ‘your dad has been called away on business. He won’t be home for at least a week.’

All the colour drained from Chloe’s face. Her hands and feet suddenly felt numb, and her throat was dry.

‘Are you telling me that I’ve got to wear nappies all the time?’ she asked Mia.

‘It’s worse than that. She told me that her days of changing nappies are long behind her.’

‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ asked Chloe.

‘She wants me to be in charge of changing you,’ Mia said.

‘You? You? But you’re younger than me. You can’t change me!’

‘You always have to bring my age into it don’t you?’ said Mia, raising her voice in anger, ‘You’re barely any older than I am! For what it’s worth I’m not particularly looking forward to wiping your smelly arse anyway!’ Mia carried on, at a full blown shout now that was drawing the attention of the other girls. ‘If you’re so worried about having your nappies changed by your little sister, perhaps you shouldn’t have pissed your knickers in the first place!’ With that, Mia stormed off, while many of the other girls applauded her.

‘I think you might have pissed her off,’ said Sophie.