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The next morning, Isabelle showered,pulled on a pair of white panties with little yellow ducks and pink bunnies. She pulled on a tank top and did her hair and make-up before taking a few selfies in the full length mirror of her sorority house bedroom's full lenght mirror and posting them. She then put on some sandals, grabbed her backpack, and headed downstairs.

Downstairs, she ran into Allie Moore, one of her sorority sisters. "Are you wearing diapers under your shorts? It's pretty obvious."

"Oh my god, don't be a jealous bitch, Allie." Isabelle walked outside and saw the former pledge Chastity on the sidewalk.

"What do you want?"

"Oh, nothing. Nice shorts," said Chasity. "You look super sexy in them." Chastity tried not to laugh as she it was obvious there were diapers bunched up under the shorts.

"Get lost, lezbo." Isabelle turned and walked off.

Chastity could see the waistband of the diaper sticking up slightly over the waistband of the shorts. She quickly took a video.

As Isabelle walked, she checked her social media. Again people were making rude comments about her sexy panties being diapers. She was furious and told her followers commenting to fuck off.

She made it to class and took a seat in the front row as normal. It was psychology 409.

The professor came in. "So, who read the chapter on the the Gestalt group?"

Isabelle raised her hand.

"Yes?"

"I did, and I enjoy large bumpy fruits up my rectum." As soon a she said it, Isabelle could not believe it. She blushed. "Um, sorry."

"Well, we will talk about Freud later."

"So, sum up the theory."

Isabelle's hand shot up again.

"Yes?"

"Gestalt psychologists believed, instead, that the most fruitful way to view psychological phenomena is as organized, structured wholes. They argued that the psychological whole has priority and that the parts are defined by the structure of the whole, and I once had a whole rugby team gang bang me on New Years Eve." Again, Isabelle blushed. She sank into her seat.

"I thin kthat will be enough of that immature shenanigans."

"Sorry, sir," said Isabelle meekly.