The Worst

Aria picked at the splintering wood on the edge of her desk. To her right, Sonata kicked her legs as she hummed happily; her math textbook was filling up with childish doodles. To her left, Adagio glared angrily at the clock; her efforts failed to move time along.

Vice Principal Luna sat at the front of the classroom, looking as bored as Aria felt. Detention was an awful time for both parties involved. Why their sentence couldn’t be commuted she would never understand. It wasn’t like they were going to be able to end the world anytime soon or something.

Try as she might, Aria could resist a glance at the clock herself. Four-thirty. They still had half an hour before they could leave. A groan escaped her lips before she could think to stop herself.

Vice Principal Luna looked up. “Something you’d like to say, Aria?”

“No, Ma’am,” came a grumbly response. Aria wasn’t keen on staying for an extra hour. Again.

“Hmph.” Luna let it slide, return to her own method of counting the seconds away.

Aria shifted in her seat, wincing at the crinkling sounds it drew. Her diaper was bad enough, but the plastic pants locked around it only amplified the problem. She seethed quietly. Even after calling a truce with Adagio, she was still being forced to wear this stupid thing. Granted, Adagio hadn’t said anything during their change in the bathroom, but Sonata had been all too eager to lock her up in it again.

She was having way too much fun with the whole “diapers” thing now that Aria thought about it. All the stuff she’d decorated the house with was just insane. Not un-Sonata-like, or anything, but still insane. And the fact that’s she’d brought three of everything to boot! Did she actually expect Adagio and Aria to stoop down to her level?

Aria growled in the back of her throat, ripping a loose piece of wood out of the desk. She flicked it to the floor and went back to picking at a different spinter. Her butt sank slowly in her diaper, the padding admittedly a little better than sitting on the hard chairs alone, but that still didn’t mean Aria liked them.

Raising her rear she found a new angle to sit in. A hopefully less poofy one. But her plastic pants crinkled noisily as she did, alerting the Vice Principal this time. Luna looked up, Aria blushed and looked down.

Curse these stupid things! She clenched her fist. At this rate someone at school was going to discover she had to wear diapers! At least without the plastic pants she could keep the noise to a minimum and hide whenever she had an accident. But with them the tell-tale crinkling noise was doubled, if not tripled. She couldn’t even sit down without making noise.

That’s it, I’m getting out of these stupid things. Aria decided. She’d tried her best all throughout Sunday, but there was no overcoming that cursed lock. And while she could have cut it up, she had a feeling that would only make Adagio pissed. Especially now, with their tenuous agreement in place, that would be a bad call.

But that didn’t mean Aria was through. If she could just get the lock off she’d be free to take off the plastic pants whenever she wanted, and that should be easy.

Aria turned to Sonata. Specifically, Sonata’s skirt. And even more specifically, the pocket of Sonata’s skirt. After Aria’s change earlier today, she’d watched that moron slip the key to her salvation into that pocket. While she hadn’t been able to do anything during the day since they didn’t share any classes, they were right next to each other now.

She cracked her knuckles and stretched out her fingers. One at a time Aria made sure the digits of her right hand were nice and lumbar. She’d had plenty of experiences with pickpocketing these past few centuries. It had been a fun hobby that, with the help of a little magical hypnosis, she’d never been in danger of being caught doing. And while she didn’t have the safety net of her amulet anymore, Aria still had decades and decades of practice when it came to pinching.

A key in a pocket right next to her? That was nothing. Aria had once pilfered a two pound bejeweled necklace from a duchess while she’d been wearing it.

I can do this! She said. Shaking out her wrist, Aria took a breath and let her hand go steady.

Sonata wasn’t paying attention. She just focused on the cartoonish chicken she was doodling into her desk. With her attention on big, poofy feathers, she surely wouldn’t notice a disappearing key.

Aria leaned over, slowly. She couldn’t alert Sonata, but Vice Principal Luna was also someone to be wary off. Thankfully her nose was buried in some paperwork right now.

Her hand reached out, approaching her mark. Aria feigned like she was stretching her neck. A bad performance, but it would do so long as she remained in Sonata’s peripheral vision.

Finally, her fingers reached the pocket. Slowly… carefully… delicately… And they were in!

Sonata was none the wiser, adding big action lines to her chicken drawing. Aria let her fingers slip deeper into her pocket until they poked at something small and metallic. The key!

Aria wanted to cheer, but the job wasn’t done yet. She pinched the head of the key between her index and middle finger, before slinking free of Sonata’s skirt.

“Hmph,” Aria smirked. Easy peasy.

But her hand had only barely pulled away before she learned she’d spoken too soon. Sonata’s hand leapt out and clasped Aria’s, making the girl flinch.

“Wha— Hey!” Aria whispered hissed. She looked up, catching Sonata’s disapproving glare. Undeterred, Aria tried to yank her hand back. “Let go!”

“No!” Sonata whispered. She tugged Aria’s arm back, almost dragging the girl out of her chair. Her plastic pants crinkled noisily.

“Sonata!” Aria whispered through clenched teeth. “Give. It. To. Me!”

“Let go!” Sonata suddenly yelled. Vice Principal Luna jolt to attention.

Aria winced. It was over. But maybe she could still secure the key. No, she was going to secure it. This would not be in vain!

“What’s going on here?” Vice Principal Luna sighed. Good, she didn’t want to deal with this. Aria saw her chance and took it.

“Nothing!” She yelled, jumping to her feet. She tried to yank her hand free again. “Sonata just won’t let go!”

“Aria stole my key!” Sonata whined, on her feet. Her other hand reached for it, but Aria tucked the key away in a clenched fist.

“Alright, enough.” Luna was standing now too. Even Adagio had turned to look at them.

“The heck are you guys doing?” she whispered.

Ignoring both of them, Aria tried to push Sonata back down. Sonata yelped, and used her free hand to try and pry open Aria’s locked fingers.

“Give it!”

“No!”

“Meanie!”

“Idiot!”

“I said enough!” Luna stalked over to the two girls, their spat spiraling into a full on fight. Aria gave up trying to push Sonata away, instead grabbing her ponytail and pulling. Hard.

“Ah!” Sonata flailed, but couldn’t get away from Aria’s iron grip. She hadn’t made any progress with the key either, but was too stupid to abandon her cause. But she got lucky when Vice Principal Luna stepped in.

“This is not acceptable behavior!” the woman shouted, putting her arms between the two. When she went to push them apart, Aria was caught off guard. She tried to twist away, but backed up into her chair and lost her balance. Sonata saw the opportunity and pushed her over.

“AH!” Aria tumbled. Falling over her chair she flopped down on the other side. Her fist opened and the key went flying. But worst of all, Aria’s legs ended up in the air and her skirt spilled downward. “Oof!”

When she landed, Aria didn’t think about her exposed rear. She was more concerned with the bump on her head more than anything. But it didn’t take long to realize her purple plastic pants and enormous fluffy diaper were currently mooning the Vice Principal. It was Sonata’s gasp that confirmed it, forcing Aria to look back.

Vice Principal Luna was stiff, arms still outreached. Her eyes were pointed downward at Aria’s exposed diaper, pupils shrunken with confusion.

“Uh…” she managed, mouth almost curling into a humored grin before she gained control of it.

Aria’s face went red, the embarrassment so great she didn’t even rush to cover herself right away.

Silence fell over the room, as neither Luna, Aria, or Sonata moved or spoke. Aria’s giant diaper grew even larger as a presence, taking up so much space in everyone’s mind that there wasn’t room for anything else.

Finally, Adagio snapped Aria from her trance. Not with assistance, but with a groan. Aria looked up at her, pulling her skirt over her pampers at last.

“You morons,” Adagio groaned.