"Is that Camilla?" another boy asked, pulling out his phone. "What the hell is she wearing?"

The humiliation was overwhelming. I tried to move quickly toward the school doors, but the crinkling sound of the diaper followed me with every step. Laughter and whispers surrounded me as more students noticed, their phones coming out to record the spectacle.

By the time I made it to my first class, I was trembling with embarrassment. The teacher, Mrs. Carson, glanced up from her desk, her expression a mix of confusion and amusement.

"Camilla..." she began, clearly unsure of how to address the situation. "Would you care to explain this... attire?"

I wanted to scream, to run out of the room and never come back, but the pacifier in my mouth left me no choice but to stand there in silence, my face burning as my classmates erupted into laughter.

"Quiet down, everyone," Mrs. Carson said, though her own smirk was hard to miss. "Take your seat, Camilla. We'll discuss this after class."

I shuffled to the back of the room, every step punctuated by the humiliating crinkle of my diaper. The whispers and snickers didn't stop, and I could feel the heat of everyone's eyes on me.

By lunchtime, the teasing had reached unbearable levels. Students pointed and laughed as I passed, their taunts relentless.

"Nice diaper, baby!" one boy called out, earning a round of laughter from his friends.

I tried to ignore them, focusing on getting through the day, but it was impossible. The constant ridicule, the humiliating outfit-it was all too much.

Things came to a head during math class. Frustrated and overwhelmed, I slammed my hands on the desk.

"Shut up!" I yelled, the pacifier finally dropping from my mouth as I snapped at the boy who had been teasing me all period.

The room fell silent, everyone staring at me in shock.

"Camilla!" Mrs. Carson said sharply, standing up from her desk. "That is completely unacceptable behaviour!"

I froze, realizing too late that I'd only made things worse for myself.

"Since you clearly can't control yourself," Mrs. Carson continued, her tone icy, "I think it's time for some consequences."

She walked over to her desk and pulled out the diaper bag my dad had dropped off earlier. My stomach dropped as she held it up for the class to see.

"You've brought this on yourself, Camilla," she said, her voice cold and matter-of-fact. "Come to the front of the room."

"No," I whispered, shaking my head.

"Now," she said firmly, leaving no room for argument.

Humiliated beyond belief, I slowly got up and walked to the front of the class, the diaper crinkling loudly with every step. My classmates were barely containing their laughter, their phones already out to record the spectacle.

Mrs. Carson pulled a mat from the corner of the room and laid it out on the floor.

"Lay down," she instructed, her voice leaving no room for protest.

I stared at her in horror, shaking my head.

"Do it," she said sternly.

With no other choice, I lowered myself onto the mat, my face burning as the laughter around me grew louder. Mrs. Carson opened the diaper bag and pulled out a fresh diaper, holding it up for the entire class to see.

"This should serve as a reminder to all of you," she said, her tone cold, "that inappropriate behaviour will not be tolerated in this classroom."

As she knelt down beside me, the crinkling of the diaper bag being opened seemed deafening against the classroom's backdrop of muffled giggles and whispers. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat a painful reminder that I was utterly powerless to stop what was happening.

Mrs. Carson worked methodically, as if this were just another mundane task in her day. She untaped the sides of my diaper, the sound of the adhesive tearing away like a sharp dagger to my dignity. The cool air hit my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut, my body stiff with mortification.

The laughter from the class grew louder as she reached for wipes, the rustling of the plastic package adding another layer of humiliation. The scent of baby powder wafted into the air as she worked with a brisk efficiency, her expression calm and detached.

"Hold still, Camilla," she said coolly as if I had any intention of moving. My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to block out the sounds and sensations around me. The soft crinkle of the fresh diaper being unfolded made my stomach churn.

The chatter in the classroom became more distinct now, snippets of cruel remarks cutting through the haze of my shame.

"Look at her face! She's so red!"

"I can't believe this is actually happening."

Tears stung my eyes, threatening to spill over as Mrs. Carson slid the new diaper under me. She sprinkled the baby powder liberally, the light, floral scent clinging to the air and serving as a stark reminder of just how infantilized I'd become.

"There we go," she said, her tone almost cheerful as she taped up the fresh diaper snugly. The adhesive strips sealed with an audible snap, and I felt like the sound would haunt me forever.

Mrs. Carson stood up, dusting off her hands like she'd just completed a job well done. "All finished," she said, turning to the class. "Now, Camilla, you can go back to your seat and think about your behaviour."

The room erupted into laughter and applause, the students cheering as if they'd just witnessed the most entertaining spectacle of their lives. My legs felt like jelly as I struggled to stand, the thick diaper making every movement awkward and clumsy.

As I shuffled back to my seat, the teasing reached a fever pitch.

"Nice diaper, baby!"

"Think she needs another change already?"

"Hey, Camilla, do you want a bottle with that?"

I sank into my chair, my face burning as I buried it in my hands. The sound of laughter and ridicule surrounded me, echoing in my ears like a cruel symphony. I had never felt so humiliated, so utterly defeated, in my entire life.

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