Gym Class, by "Wet Bunny"

It started out to be a good day. It was my first day attending High
School. This is what everyone looks forward to during junior high.
This was the Big Time. I was running with the "big kids" now. I
stopped at my assigned hall office and picked up my first schedule.
The freshman schedules are all created by computer, out of all
standard freshman courses. Next semester I'd be picking my own
classes. .

I looked at my schedule. Pretty standard stuff, math, science,
history, and... Girls PE? Obviously the computer made some sort of
mistake. I went to see the hall director.

"Mr. Phillips? There seems to be an error on my schedule."

"Really? Freshman schedules are all created by computer. There
can't possibly be an error."

"But there is. Look here. The computer assigned me to a girl's gym
class." I said, getting a little nervous.

"I'm sure there's a logical explanation. Tell you what. Go see Mr.
Ogden. He's the head of the Phys. Ed. department. He'll straighten
this out."

I had to wait about 20 minutes to see Mr. Ogden, whose office
ajoined the boy's locker room. It seemed like an eternity, and I was
missing my first class, but this just had to get fixed.

"Mr. Ogden? Mr. Phillips said I should see you about an error on my
schedule."

Mr. Ogden was not impressed. "Error? You're a freshman yes?
Those schedules are created by computer. There can't be an error".

Where have I heard that before? "Well there is. See? The computer
scheduled me for Girl's PE."

"Hmmm... most boys wouldn't think that's a problem. Oh well... let's
see if we can get you into a more appropriate class.". He ruffled
through a stack of class rosters, and selected two. "We can put you
in during first period, Mondays and Wednesdays, or third period
Tuesdays and Fridays."

I looked at my schedule. "um... I'd have to either drop history or
science.  I've got free time during 4th period Mondays and
Tuesdays" I offered.

"Nope. Those classes are full. State rules limit the number of
students in a class. Tell you what. Go to the main office and see
Mrs. Fletcher. She's can straighten this out, even if it means making
you up a whole new schedule."

I was starting to think that I might not ever get to attend any classes,
but I went to see Mrs. Fletcher.

"Mrs. Fletcher? There's an error on my schedule. Mr. Ogden said
you could straighten it out."

"Oh yes. There's always a few people who mess up their schedules,
and I always get them straightened out. Let's see what you've done."
I handed her my schedule. "Oh, I see you're a freshman. Well, these
schedules are created by computer, so there can't possibly be an
error."

See a pattern here? "Well,  I don't know what you call it, but the
computer scheduled me in a girl's PE class."

Mrs. Fletcher seemed only slightly surprised. "Interesting. Well, let's
see what we can do." She turned to her computer terminal and
started typing. I felt confident that now that we were getting to the
nub of the matter: the computer. After 15 minutes, my hopes were
beginning to wane. After 25 minutes,  Mrs. Fletcher seemed to reach
a conclusion, and began to explain. "It seems that there is no error.
The computer is programmed to create a schedule of all the
required freshman courses, including PE. When the state board of
education assigned new maximum class sizes, the computer was
programmed to take that into account. It just so happens that this
semester, because of a combination of the class schedules, and
sizes, that there was one too few slots in the freshman's boy's PE
classes. Since PE is required, the computer assigned you to a girl's
class. Really, the computer made no error. Your schedule is
correct." She seemed rather smug, announcing that the computer
was right all along.

"So now what do I do?". This day was beginning to go downhill.

"Administratively, you have two choices. Attend the class, or skip it.
If you skip it, you won't get the PE credits, and you'll have to make
the class up, which means you won't graduate on time. I'd suggest
that you go see Miss Saunders. She's in charge of the girl's PE
department."

Fortunately, Miss Saunders' office was right at the entrance to the
girl's locker room.  I recapped the whole situation to her. "So, ah,
what do you suggest?"

"Well, this is unusual, but not unheard of. I suggest that you report
for class tomorrow at your scheduled time."

"Report, where, here?"  I really wasn't sure I liked the idea of taking a
girl's gym class, but I really had mixed emotions about using the
girl's locker room. I had a lot of friends who would just love to have
regular access to a locker room where girls undressed.

"Sure. This is where the class meets. Don't worry. I'll make sure
word gets around that you're supposed to be here. You'll receive no
special treatment. I'm teaching that class, and I'll make sure the
giggles are kept to a minimum."

That made me feel a bit better about it, the idea that everybody
would treat my being there as "normal".

I stopped back at Mrs. Fletcher's office to get a written excuse for
missing all my morning classes. I also had the foresight to have her
write a note for my parents explaining the situation. The rest of the
day passed without incident.

I reported for my gym class as scheduled, in the girl's locker room.
The rest of the class was gathering. A few of them giggled, a few
looked embarrassed, a few looked like they weren't sure what to
make of my being there. Miss Saunders came in and we all
gathered around, sitting on the benches. I took a position near the
back of the group and tried to look inconspicuous, but I knew I was
blushing beet red.

"All right, settle down. The sooner we cover the rules of this class,
the sooner we can go do something fun. Now then, the first thing is
Tommy back there. Tommy! Stand up." I hate being called that.

I reluctantly stood up, then quickly sat down. I'm not one for
appearing in front of crowds to begin with, and this crowd was not
one I was comfortable being held up in front of.

"Because of class size limitations, the only PE class the computer
could schedule him in was this one. For the purposes of this class,
he is a girl just like the rest of you." A few giggles rippled through the
group, and I felt even redder. "Enough of that! The next giggle I hear
earns a detention." That quieted down the gigglers. "In fact, if I catch
anybody treating Tommy as anything other than one of the girls gets
detention." What followed must be what they call a pregnant silence.
I could tell that a lot of the girls wanted to say something, but the
ultimatum from Miss Saunders stifled it. "Clear?" A few yes's made
it apparent that it was. I was just one of the "girls". That made me
feel a bit better about being there, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be
"one of the girls".

Miss Saunders started to pass some mimeographed papers around.
"Take one of these and pass the rest around. We have a uniform for
gym class around here, and you will all be expected to comply. The
sheet lists the store where you can get the proper uniform. Anybody
not in proper uniform will not be allowed to attend class, and will
have to make the class up after school."

Nobody likes to hang around after school, so I expected uniform
compliance to be high. I glanced at the sheet, and saw it listed the
girl's uniform. I made mental note to ask about the boy's uniform
after class. Meanwhile, Miss Saunders went on.

"Showers are mandatory after class. We don't want a bunch of
sweaty bodies roaming the school.You will have 5 minutes to
change before class, and 15 minutes to shower and change after
class. Plan your time accordingly."

This went on for about 20 minutes, covering things like lockers and
whatnot. Miss Saunders was beginning to look like a lot more of a
diciplinarian than I thought based on my impression yesterday. I
guessed she wouldn't have much trouble keeping my classmates in
line.

After the class broke up, I went to see Miss Saunders on this matter
of uniform.

"Uh, Miss Saunders? Do you have the information about the boy's
uniform?" I looked at the handout. "Obviously, I'm not expected to
wear pink shorts."

She looked at me sternly. "Why not? I said you wouldn't receive any
special treatment, and I mean it."

Glancing at the handout, "But, shouldn't I be wearing a joc.. er.
athletic supporter, or something, at least? Why should I be wearing
a bra and a..." I stumbled over what I saw listed on the sheet.

She cut me off. "So long as you're in this class, you willl meet all the
requirement of this class or you will fail the class." I knew what that
meant... no graduation. "I said NO SPECIAL TEATMENT, and that
applies to the uniform.  You will present yourself for class in the
proper attire: white shirt, pink shorts, bra, diaper, white socks, and
sneakers, and that's final. If you do not, you will not be allowed to
attend class and will either make it up after school or fail the class.
The choice is yours. Any quesstions?"

"but why diapers..."

"Look. We have rules for a reason. So long as everyone is wearing
the same thing, there's no problem. If we start makling exceptions for
one person, before long, everyone will be an exception. Besides, the
uniform helps make sure someone doesn't sneak into the wrong
locker room. You'd be surprised how many try, and think they can
get away with it, since all the classes end at the same time and it's a
pretty good rush for the locker rooms. We also can't have a bunch of
boobs bouncing around the gym. For some girls, that's not a
problem, but for some it is, so everyone wears a bra. Don't worry.
You'll get used to it, just like everyone else."

"but..."

"Now git... you'll be late for your next class."

I still wanted to plead my case, but she was right. I had about 30
seconds to get to the other side of the building, so I left, figuring I'd
still get a chance to work this out. I realized on my way out that what
I saw on the shelves in the locker room was more than just towels.

I showed up for my first "real" class,  with my pink shorts, white shirt,
bra, and jock; I was still hopeful this would work out. I figured nobody
would notice if I didn't wear the specified bra and diaper. I tried not to
notice what was going on in the locker room as I changed and then
went to join the class.

I was wrong. Miss Saunders was checking uniform compliance as
we entered the gym, and I was immediately caught. So were two of
the girls. "Since this is your first class, I'll be lienient.  You three have
5 minutes to go back in the locker room and get changed. If you're
not going to wear the proper uniform, don't come back. Go. Now.
Sally, you go with them and make sure they get dressed properly
this time. The rest of you, gather over here by the trampoline."

I returned to the locker room, not sure what I was going to do next. It
turns out that Sally had been briefed by Miss Saunders, and she
knew what I would do next, even if I didn't. The other two girls that
had been caught went to their lockers, while Sally followed me to
mine. "Miss Saunders said I should make sure you get dressed." I
noticed that she had grabbed one of the disposable diapers off the
shelf on our way into the locker room. "Now where's your bra?"

I didn't know what else to do. I opened my locker and took out the
bra I had brought to class with no intention of wearing.

"Get undressed and I'll help you get ready for class."

Still in a bit of a daze, I took my shirt off.

"The shorts too, and that thing." she said, indicating the jock that I
brought to class, determined to wear it.

I hesitated. Take my shorts off in front of a girl? While I was thinking
about this, Sally slipped the bra on me and fastened it. "Come on.
We haven't got all day."  With some help, I finished undressing. I
wasn't sure what to do next, but Sally put the diaper up against by
bottom, and standing so as to hold it against me, reached around
inbetween my legs and pulled the diaper up.  While I watched,
somewhat dumbfounded, she fastened the tapes.

"All right. Now finished getting dressed so we can get back to class."

"This is kind of weird."

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Hey, we all wear diapers." She
pulled her shorts up a bit to show the diaper between her legs. I
noticed that the stripe on the crotch of her diaper was a different
color than the one on my diaper.

"Did you..."

"Wet? Of course. You'll get to like it."

I was beginning to recover some of my composure. "I don't think so. I
have no intention of wetting myself."

"You will. Come on. Let's get to class before we end up with a
detention." On the way out of the locker room, she took my jock and
tossed it in a trash can.

"Hey!"

"You won't be needing that. It's not part of the uniform."

We went to class.

I had been having one of those days, when every class runs right up
against the next one. Gym class was no different. When I walked
(more like ran) into the locker room, Sally was there waiting for me.

"Hurry up. We've got just a few minutes to get to the gym."

"Hang on... I gotta go to the bathroom real quick."

"No time for that now." She about dragged me to my locker. Just like
last time, before I knew it, I was wearing a girl's gym uniform and
ready for class. Except, I still hadn't been to the bathroom.  I figured I
could hold on until class was over. Really, just 40 minutes and I'd
have the opportunity.

It wasn't to be. We were working on the trampolines, and after a
bouncing up and down a few minutes, I was ready to lose it. After my
turn on the trampoline, I started to head for the locker room. Miss
Saunders was always alert.

"Tommy! Where are you going?"

Did I say I hate being called that? "I have to go to the bathroom." I
said, trying not to draw too much attention.

"No you don't. Get back over here."

"But..."

"No buts. You know the rules. Attend class or make it up after
school."

I certainly didn't want to spend my afternoon at school. Neither did I
want to wet myself, even if I was wearing a diaper. I was frozen in
place when Sally came over to me and shoved me in the direction of
the trampoline. I started to move in that direction out of sheer
imparted momentum.

"She's right, you know."

"uh?"

"You don't need to go to the bathroom."

"But I really do..."

"You have to pee. You don't have to go to the bathroom. Try it. You'll
like it. Most of us do. You know I do."

With that encouragement, plus the fact that I wasn't going to get
back to the locker room for at least another 20 minutes, I did what I
needed to do. It must have been obvious to Sally, and, I though, to
everyone in the gym.

"Now isn't that better? Hey! Relax and enjoy it!" She patted my
bottom, making sure I felt the warm, wet diaper.

All I knew was that I was glad I'd be taking a shower in a few
minutes.

As the semester progressed, there were a couple more times that I
had to use my diaper. In fact, I was beginning to get the idea that
this really wasn't all that bad after all. And I could save some time. I
even started to help Sally get into her diaper before class just as she
had been diapering me.

I got a little ribbing from some of my friends about taking a girl's gym
class, but it was easy to shut them up by asking them how many
girls they had seen undress. I never mentioned the diapers to any of
my friends, and they gave no sign that they had even a clue that all
the girls (and I) wore diapers during gym class. I suspected that this
was some big secret, and I certainly wasn't going to spill the beans.

As the semester wore on, I noticed that I probably had as many
female friends as male friends. I suppose that caused a small bit of
envy on the part of my male friends, to see me sitting on the "girl's"
side of the lunchroom every day.

I'm not really sure when it started, but towards the middle of the
semester I noticed that I was using the girl's bathrooms rather than
the boy's rooms. Nobody seemed to care; I guess word had gotten
around through the locker room. I didn't realize the full impact of the
fact that, for the last several weeks, the only time I peed standing up
was when I wet myself during gym class.

I had been on a field trip last Thursday, so I missed my regular gym
class. As expected, I had to stay late today for a make-up class. I
figured this class would be just like the regular classes

My new friend Laura joined up with me as we arrived at the locker
room. "Sally asked me to fill in for her this afternoon, sort of show
you the ropes."

"I thought we were doing basketball." If I can't be helpful, I at least try
to be entertaining.

"Funny. We are. But there are a couple of things different about the
make-up classes. Really one major difference."

"No matter. Let's get on with it." I had reached a point of resignation,
or truce, about this whole thing. I figured Laura was going to help me
diaper just like Sally had been doing. I couldn't imagine what might
be so different about a make-up class. As we started to head
towards the lockers, Laura pulled me up short, indicating a shelf
that had always been empty during my regular classes..

"Here. You'll need one of these. Miss Saunders figures that most
people who miss a class are just cutting it, so when we come in for
make-up, we gotta dress up a bit. Here, this one should fit you".

What she was holding up against me to check the size is best
described as a fur leotard, fur both inside and out, and with a big
cute furry bunny tail on the backside.

"You don't expect me to..."

She must have misunderstood my misgivings. "Don't worry.
Between the fur layers is a rubber layer, and see? The leg openings
have rubber around them so they won't leak. You can wet all you
want." I must have still looked to be in shock, probably because I
was.

"Don't look so horrified! It's fake fur. There's no bunny rabbits getting
cold."

That wasn't exactly what I was in shock about.  For some reason, I
was having a major problem coming up with a mental image of
anyone, least of all me, wearing such a thing, never mine peeing in
it. With a bit of a shove from Laura, we proceeded to the lockers.

Laura made sure I got into my  "bunny suit". It felt amazingly soft,
almost like it had been treated with something.  I looked back over
my shoulder at my tail, and felt very cute, a little feminine, and
strangely aroused. I had assumed that Miss Saunders had dictated
this outfit to be humiliating, but I felt nothing of the sort. Kind of sexy,
actually, in an odd sort of way. I started to think this wasn't so bad,
that it might be neat to wiggle my tail. I began to think that the
excuse Laura gave for all this was more than a little lame. Then I
shook my head in an attempt to get back to reality. I let out a little
groan when I realized that this WAS reality. It must be; I had quit
believing in it several minutes ago and hadn't gone away.

"Pretty cool, eh?"

"That's not the word I was going to use."

"You might be surprised how many girls really like to wear these
suits."

"I think I've burned out on surprise. I thought, what else can happen
now? "Let's get to class." I didn't want to find out what happened to
those who missed a make-up class, in addition to a regular class; no
telling WHAT I might have to dress up as. "It is in the gym, isn't it?" I
was hoping she'd say no.

"Of course. let's go."

Without thinking, I wet myself on my way to the gym. When I noticed
this, I became concerned. I had wet myself in diapers many times
now, but always very deliberately. I wasn't sure I wanted to be doing
this automatically.

I had expected very few people to be here for the make-up class,
after all, who wants to stay after school? I was surprised to find
almost 20 girls in the gym.

The basket ball skirmish began. After a while, I took to the bench.
When I sat down, I noticed that the fur on my crotch was wet. Laura
was sitting next to me, and since she was supposed to be my guide,
I leaned over and said, quietly, "I think I have a leak."

"Oh, good, you're wet." Laura said, not at all quietly. "All these suits
have a little small leak right at your pee-hole. That way it's easy to
tell who's wet. See?" Great. If anybody saw me, not only would the
see me in a bunny suit, but they'd see that I wet as well. I just
wanted to crawl under the bench and hide, but I knew that would just
leave my butt, tail and all, sticking up. Maybe it wouldn't matter if I
could just hide my face.

I looked at her crotch, and she had a wet spot just like mine. I
mentally shrugged, and consoled myself with the fact that this would
be over soon. Never again would I miss a regular class. This was
the last time I'd wear a bunny suit. If I had to cut every other class, I
would not attend another one of these make-up classes. As I started
to follow the action on the basketball court, I realized that I had wet
myself again.

After class, I showered and changed back to my regular clothes. The
late bus runs are combined, so Laura and I were on the same bus.
She took a seat right next to me.

"You liked that bunny suit, didn't you?"

The question caught me off guard. "Yea... uh... No!" Quick! Come
up with a reason! "I'm , uh, glad nobody saw me."

"We all saw you."

"Yea, but you were all dressed the same as me."

"Just the same, I could tell you liked it. Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you.
You should wear a diaper after wearing one of those suits." She
pointed discreetly at my crotch. I realized, horrified, that I had wet
myself yet again. "Bunny suits are specially treated to make you wet
yourself. The same stuff is what makes the fur nice and soft and
smooth. The effect lasts a day or two."

"...uh..." I didn't know what to say.

She pulled something out of her backpack. "Here... I always grab an
extra or two, just in case I need it." She handed me a diaper, and I
quickly stuck it inbetween my books; I hoped nobody saw that. Then
we reached my stop, and I ran off the bus. In fact, I ran all the way
home.

I had hoped there would be nobody home when I got there, where I
lived with my mother and sister. I hoped I'd have a chance to change
before anybody could see me. Turns out, my older sister was there.
She was two years older than me, and even though we were now
attending the same school, we didn't see much of each other there.
Juniors just don't mingle with the lowly freshmen.

"Looks like little wet bunny forgot to wear a diaper." Heck of a way to
greet your brother. I thought I'd try and play it cool, for a change.

"I, uh, spilled my drink on the bus."

She looked at my crotch. "I don't think so. Didn't they tell you those
bunny suits make you wet yourself?" She must have known I was
attending a make up class this afternoon.

It seemed like the cool approach wasn't going to work. "Well, not
until it was too late."

"Come on. I'll help you change." Oh great. Now my sister wanted to
diaper me. She took me to her room. We had always had an
understanding that our rooms were "off limits" to each other, sort of
sovereign territory, so I guess I should have felt honored to be invited
in.  "Get undressed."

What could I do? She's my older sister, and she was in charge when
mother wasn't here. I got undressed. Just like the girls at school had
done, she placed a diaper up against my backside, then reached
between my legs and pulled it up. Seems like she spent a bit more
time adjusting it before fastening the tapes. She'd better get this
done, I thought, before I get to like it. What am I thinking??

"There you go. Now go find some dry pants. Mom and I were going
to go shopping tonight, so you can come too and we'll get you some
diapers and a bunny suit of your own. Maybe a pink one."

"But I don't want a bunny suit of my own!"

"Don't be silly. I bet you look real cute as a pink bunny."

By that time I was already running towards my own room.

Later that evening my sister and mother shoved me in the car and
we went out. I was very conscious of my diaper, having never worn
one outside the gym before. I imagined everybody was looking at
me, and the crinkling of the diaper sounded like gunshots to me. We
went to a lingere shop downtown.  I seriously considered pulling my
jacket over my head, sort of like people on the news going into the
courthouse who don't want to be seen. I figured I'd end up in the
store whether or not I made a fuss, and making a scene would just
draw attention that I didn't want. We went into the store and past the
racks of unmentionables, and continued through the store and into
the back room.

I started talking fast. "um... I'll just come back later when you're
done." I tried to head towards the door, but my mother and sister
were ready and each grabbed an arm. I stopped so short my feet
went out from under me Clearly I wasn't going to get away that way. I
tried to hide behind my mother and sister as a clerk came over.

"Can I help you?"

"We need a bunny suit for little Tommy here." Was everyone going
to call me that from now on?

"Of course. What did you have in mind? Bra and panty, leotard, or
full suit?"

I thought I might try taking charge. "Neither!"

"I think a full suit." my mother countermanded.

"No!"

"Hush.. you can always wear a leotard at school." Once again, my
concerns had been completely misunderstood.

"Gray, pink or brown?" The one I wore in gym class was gray, with a
white front and crotch. I thought that would be the lesser evil.

"Gray!"

"Pink, naturally."

"Small, medium, or large tail?"

"No tail!" I was really getting agitated by this time.

"Large."

"And fur treatment?"  I guessed that was the stuff that made the fur
soft, and made me pee.

"Nooooo!"

"Yes, heavy."

"Now we'll just get some measurements." As the clerk came
torwards me with her tape measure, I realized that I had wet my
diaper, either from being all worked up, or was it still from the bunny
suit I had worn earlier? I tried to back away but bumped into my
sister and mother, who had maneuvered around behind me. I
certainly didn't want some stranger poking around my body,
especially while I was in a wet diaper. The clerk acted like this
happened every day, and quickly measured various parts of my
anatomy.

"I'll just go and see what we have in this size."

I was praying... please don't have my size... please don't have my
size... When the clerk returned empty handed, I thought I had been
given a reprieve.

"All we have in that size has an extra large tail. Will that be ok?"

"No!"

"I didn't know they made extra large tails. That will be even better."

"The extra large tail is new." I could only groan as the clerk went off
again. I made one more try for the door, but was collared just as
quickly and securely as before. The clerk  returned with a pink
bunny suit, with a tail so big it looked like it would cover my entire
backside.

"This one should fit her fine."

"Him!"

"Hush!"

"Do you want her to try it on here?"

"No!" For once I won the shouting match. About time, since I had
been the only one doing any shouting.

Mother held the suit up against me and pronounced it the proper
size. "I think this will be fine. Now, we need some diapers for her."
Somewhere along the line something had happened to the
pronouns I was accustomed to.

I kept wondering if there was a back way out of this place. I could run
away, claim I was an orphan.  Bolivia was a long ways from South
Carolina, but I was really thinking I should go for it.  Or maybe
Canada, at least I'd speak the language. Did they extradite orphans? I
can sneak out of the house tonight and be across the state line by
morning. Yea... that's the plan.

When we got home, mother handed me "my" bunny suit and told me
to go put it on. When mother says to do something, you do it, so I
did. The suit fit me perfectly. The fur lining was so soft and thick, or
maybe it was the treatment, I wet myself almost immediately, even
before I got the zipper up the back. Then I found I could only get it
part way up. I shrugged and left my room.

My sister spotted my problem immediately. "Oh, let me help you with
that zipper. I forgot you've probably never done this by yourself." For
once, she was right. The fur of the suit snuggled up against me as
she finished closing the zipper. I tried to reach the zipper myself,
and found I couldn't. "Don't worry... we'll unzip you in time for you to
get dressed for school." Ack... that wouldn't be until morning! So
much for being across the state line by morning, unless I wanted to
do it as a bunny. Part of me wondered when rabbit season was.

Mother pulled me over to the big mirror in the living room. "Ooh.. you
look so cute. I really like that extra large tail on you." Just what I
wanted to hear.  I had to admit, though, I did feel cute, and a little
sexy, just like earlier in the gym. She looked at my sister, who felt
the fur below my tail.

"She's wet." I had been just about flooding my suit since I put it on.
My mother just smiled.

"Now go do your homework. Both of you." Mother had spoken.

The radio turned on at its usual time the next morning. I knew that in
7 minutes, the alarm would go off, but I liked a few minutes to wake
up slowly. As I rolled over on my stomach, I felt all warm and cozy,
really good, not asleep but not fully awake either. I cuddled up with
my pillow. Usually I have to pee when I wake up, but not this time.
No hurry to get up, then. I wrapped my furry arm around my pillow.
FURRY ARM?? I started to roll over on my back, and felt something
big, soft, and warm under my bottom. I was fully awake now, and
just about jumped out of bed. Warm pee ran down my legs when I
stood up. I was now wet all the way down to my toes. Then I
remembered.

Last evening, my mother and sister took me out and got me my own
bunny suit. Pink, with a tail as big as my entire bottom. I was also
soaking wet inside (?) my  suit. Oh yea... these things are
waterproof, except for a little, tiny leak  in the crotch so everyone can
tell that you're wet. The fur lining is also treated with something that
makes it real soft, and also makes you wet yourself.

I tried to reach the zipper on the back of my suit, and remembered
that I couldn't. I was stuck until somebody let me out of this suit. I left
my room and headed to breakfast.

My sister greeted me. "Here's our little wet bunny girl."

"I'm not a girl!"

"Do you know any boys that dress that way?"

"um... no... but I'm wearing this only because you made me!" I'd
been teased by my big sister before, but this was getting ridiculous.

"So you say, but I can tell you like it anyway. And you're certainly
wet."

Mother came in with breakfast. "Enough, you two. You can resume
your arguing after breakfast."

After eating, I started to head back to my room to get ready for
school, then remembered the zipper. "um, mom, uh..." oh heck, just
say it; "can you unzip me?"

"Of course." She unzipped my suit. I expected to be grossed out,
having peed in my suit all night, but the smell was actually kind of
pleasant. It was nice and warm, and a little steamy in the suit. As I
walked to my room, the fur rubbed against me, now that the suit was
loose, and I got very aroused. "Don't forget to wear a diaper!" mother
called after me. Oh, yea, how could I forget?

I took a quick shower, then located the shopping bag with the
diapers they bought for me last night.  Being embarrassed by
wearing a diaper seemed somewhat preferable to being
embarrassed by wetting my pants. Except these diapers were pink,
and a lot thicker than the ones I had worn at school. They seemed to
be exactly like baby diapers. My mother came in while I was still
considering this.

"Oh good... you found your diapers. Come lay down over here and
I'll get you diapered before you pee all over the place."

"I'm not going to pee all over the place." I said defiantly, even as I
considered that that might not be the case. I laid down on the bed
and mother proceeded to diaper me, just like she must have done
when I was a baby, applying baby powder generously.

"There you go. Now you're all set for the day."

I hadn't considered the possibility of needing a change. "Shouldn't I
change this when I get wet or something?"

"Don't be silly. That diaper should hold all you can do all day. When
you get home, your sister will change you if  you really need it."

IF I need it?? "But I'll be wet!"

"That's right."

Maybe a little logic might work. "Well, don't you change babies when
they get wet?"

"Not baby bunnies like you. Bunny babies like to be wet."

"But I'm not a bunny baby and I don't want to be wet!"

"Of course you are. Now get dressed. You'll be late for school."
Before I could argue any further, she walked out. I thought about
being late for school, or more accurately, being absent, but I had
gym class today and I didn't want another make-up class. At least I'd
have a chance to change my diaper this afternoon in the locker
room.

"I don't know if my pants will fit over this."

"You can wear a skirt if your diaper is too thick."

"I think my pants will fit."

Somewhere I remembered the effect of the bunny suit that made you
wet yourself only lasted a couple of days. Two, three days at the
most, things would get back to normal, just wearing diapers for gym
class. Yea, just a couple of days. After the last 18 hours or so,  a boy
wearing diapers to attend a girl's gym class seemed very normal.

The rest of the day went without incident, except that I kept wetting
my diaper. At least I was able to get rid of the pink diaper during gym
class.

When I got home, I thought to change into a dry diaper. I looked for
my diapers, but couldn't find the bag of diapers I had this morning. I
figured I was supposed to ask my sister to change me.

"Hey sis, can  you ,  um... " Nope. I couldn't do it. "Never mind."

"What, you need a change? Let me see." She looked at my bottom.
"Nope. You don't need a change. You're not leaking."

"But I'm...uh..." Heck, she already knows. "I'm wet." Even though
she already knew, I still felt real silly and embarrassed saying that.

"Good. Enjoy it!" It was clear she wasn't going to change me.
Apparently I was supposed to be enjoying this. I went to my room to
sulk.

I had a book report due next week, so I laid down on my bed and
started reading. After a while, absorbed in the book, I wiggled in my
diaper a little. Still reading, the back of my mind thought, hey, this
isn't bad at all. I recalled how good I felt when I woke up this morning
in my bunny suit, all warm and secure, at least until I fully woke up.  I
absent mindedly started to rub my bottom in my diaper and became
aroused. Before long the book was forgotten. I rubbed myself
against my diaper until I was ready to climax. Mother chose that
moment to call us to dinner.

After dinner, mother said "Now go get into your bunny suits." My
sister jumped up immediately and went to her room.

"Oh no!"  I declared.

"Oh yes. You sister is getting hers on, so you can wear yours too."

"Oh no I'm not."

"Well you can't stay in that diaper, you must be about to leak all over
the place."

She did have a point there. "Well, couldn't I just put on a dry
diaper?"

"Don't be ridiculous. Now go put on your bunny suit." There's that
tone of voice again, that mothers use when they're about to be
obeyed.

I went to my room and undressed. At least I could finally get out of
that wet diaper; I wasn't thinking about what I was about to put on. I
stepped into my bunny suit, which was still damp from this morning.
As I pulled it up, I felt the wet fur, first on my legs, then against my
bottom, and became totally aroused. As I finished putting it on I felt
the wet fur against my belly and chest. I felt extremely cute and sexy.
I already knew I couldn't reach the zipper on the back, so I left my
room.

My sister came out of her room and came up behind me in
the hallway. Without warning, she zipped me up and the wet fur
snuggled up against me. As I thoroughly wet myself again, I
realized that I might be wearing diapers for quite a while.