Becky’s Turn

Rebecca felt her stomach churn as Ava plopped back down onto the rug, her confident performance leaving the room buzzing with giggles and murmurs. Her face burned when she realized Mr. Teacher’s gaze was scanning the group, clearly waiting for the next volunteer.

Before she could think better of it, Rebecca raised a trembling hand. “I… I’ll go,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

The room quieted, and Mr. Teacher’s kind smile grew even wider. “Ah, very good, Becky,” he said warmly, motioning for her to stand.

Rebecca flinched at the name. “It’s Rebecca,” she murmured as she slowly got to her feet, her legs feeling shaky beneath her.

Mr. Teacher tilted his head slightly, his expression soft but firm. “Oh, no, sweetheart,” he said gently. “You’re Becky now. Becky suits a little girl like you perfectly, doesn’t it?”

Rebecca’s cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red, and she nodded reluctantly, her heart pounding in her chest. “Yes, Mr. Teacher,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said approvingly. “Now, Becky, remember to talk like the little girl you are. Let’s hear your introduction in proper baby talk.”

Rebecca froze for a moment, feeling every eye in the room on her. Her hands twisted nervously in front of her, the soft crinkling of her diaper only adding to her embarrassment. She took a deep breath and tried to find the words.

“H-Hi,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “I’m B-Becky…” She faltered, glancing at Mr. Teacher, whose raised eyebrows urged her to try harder. Her cheeks burned as she **** herself to speak again, this time higher-pitched and slower. “H-Hewwo… I’m Becky…”

“That’s much better,” Mr. Teacher said encouragingly. “Keep going, sweetheart.”

Rebecca swallowed hard, feeling like she was about to melt into the floor. “My fav’rite aminal… is a kitty,” she mumbled, the childish words feeling foreign on her tongue. “Because… because they’re soft… an’ cuddly…”

The caregivers clapped softly, offering gentle encouragement, but Rebecca still felt her embarrassment bubbling over. “I’m, um… twenty-three,” she added quickly, hoping to move past the introduction as fast as possible.

“And what about your diaper, Becky?” Mr. Teacher prompted, his tone kind but expectant.

Rebecca hesitated, her hands fidgeting nervously. Slowly, she reached down and gave her diaper a small, hesitant pat. The crinkling sound was loud in the quiet room, and her blush deepened as she felt the warm, slightly squishy padding beneath her fingers.

“It’s, um…” she started, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Baby talk, Becky,” Mr. Teacher reminded her gently, his patient smile unwavering.

Rebecca’s voice caught in her throat, but she **** herself to continue. “It’s… comfy,” she said softly, stumbling over the words. “An’… squishy… an’ better… better than panties ‘cause I don’t hafta worry…”

“Good girl,” Mr. Teacher said warmly, his praise sending a confusing mix of relief and embarrassment washing over her. “And now, Becky, can you tell us what you’ve done in your diaper?”

Rebecca froze, the question making her blush so deeply she thought her face might burst into flames. Her voice trembled as she finally squeaked out the answer. “I… I went pee-pees…”

The room filled with a mixture of soft giggles and murmurs of approval. Mr. Teacher beamed at her, his smile full of pride. “Very good, Becky,” he said, clapping his hands lightly. “That’s exactly what I was hoping to hear. You’re doing wonderfully.”

Rebecca nodded quickly, her eyes fixed on the floor as she shuffled back to her spot on the rug. Her heart was pounding, but a small part of her couldn’t help but feel a flicker of pride at Mr. Teacher’s praise.

As she sat down, her warm diaper squishing beneath her, she couldn’t meet Ava’s amused gaze. “Told ya it wasn’t so bad,” Ava whispered, her voice filled with teasing cheer.

Rebecca ducked her head, her cheeks still blazing as Mr. Teacher turned back to the group. “Alright, who’s next?” he asked, his warm gaze sweeping the room again.