Side door

Meanwhile, on the 1st floor...

While a girl named Riley was upstairs trying to escape from the crinkly landscape of a post "family feud of the gods" a young man was sitting at a desk thinking.

Paul was a young teacher just out of college and this highschool had been his first teaching position. He had been given a tiny office by a forgotten side door near the football field - at least it had a nice big window - and Paul had spent the first couple of months establishing his "home base" and expanding his knowledge of the school. Talking to people and managing his few responsibilities was great, but Paul really wished that he could gain some experience outside of his restrictive position.

When a strange woman had appeared amidst a puff of pink mist, Paul had discreetly shaded his office window and observed her exchange with one of the students through his cracked door. After the woman had disappeared, Paul had grabbed his notebook and pen and followed the student. Over the course of the next few hours, Paul had witnessed the spread of a "family curse" (dictated by the strange woman and somehow made aggressive by the limits set by her father) which had changed all of the students and faculty into diaper-wearing sex bots. At first, Paul followed and watched out of fascination - he got to see all the different positions in the school and this was definitely outside of his limited experience. Little by little though, Paul began to see that the appropriation of the first student, the transformation of the school, and the following chaos were only the language through which the strange woman expressed the confusion of a lost girl living under tight control in a world which she felt was too big.

Now, back in his tiny office, Paul sat reading his notes and remembering everything that had happened during the transformation of the school. Paul could leave any time he wanted - the sun had gone down an hour ago and the back door opened right behind some bushes by the football field. He had stayed because, having decided that the chaos had been the language of a girl trying to escape, Paul was certain that he would be needed.

Just as Paul was about to give up and stealthily head for home, he heard a soft sound from his window. He looked up and saw a rope dangling past his window and, slowly, there followed a pair of women's sneakers and, eventually, a female highschool student. Paul and the student locked eyes for a moment and then each hastily scanned the other's pants for signs of a diaper. After confirming that the girl was not cursed, Paul opened the window softly and asked the first thing that came to mind.

"What are you doing?"

The cautious girl smiled at Paul's naivety - momentarily forgetting the seriousness of the situation - and said:

"My name's Riley and I'm trying to escape from this place and its army of sex-driven babies... want to come?"

"This may sound ridiculous, but I've been expecting you for a few hours... Yes, let's get out of here, Riley. I don't think that there is anything left for us to do."

Riley smiled and held out her hand for Paul. He looked at her hand, met her eye, and shook his head.

"You may be comfortable jumping out of windows, but I'm going to use the door."

Riley let out a soft laugh - her first bit of relief in hours - as Paul joined her and took both of her hands. Paul softly closed the forgotten side door behind them and the two set off across the football field into the night.