Renee, at this point, had moderate control over her bladder and bowel muscles. She was able to walk to the bathroom when she felt the need to pee or poop, except for one wet accident that she’d had on Wednesday morning before class, she had made great progress. She still wore diapers at night, and found that she was still an active bedwetter, but during the day, she wore a disposable pull-on style undergarment that was thinner than a diaper, but still effective at keeping her pants dry and mess free. A safety net for Renee Dupree, the newest member of the continence club.

She woke up wet on Christmas morning, but she had been just barely been able to make it to the toilet to poop. The ability to control her own body again was the best Christmas present she had ever received. After taking her morning shower, she slipped into some new disposable panties, and decided on some faded blue jeans as the day’s adornment. She could still feel the difference between regular panties and the disposable panties she was wearing now. There was still a slight feeling of bulk between her legs, but for the most part, she usually couldn’t even tell she was wearing them unless she had some sort of accident. She chose to wear a woven pullover sweater to ward off the chill in the large mansion. Slipping on her pair of white sneakers, she left her room and headed for the playroom. The crinkle of the disposable panties was a lot quieter than diapers, and she hardly made a sound as she left.

Since it was Christmas day, just like last year when she was still just as diapered as a one year old infant, Warren academy was hosting its yearly Christmas party, and the playroom was where everything had been set up. It was early, the party didn’t actually start for another three hours, but already there were girls crowded in the large recreation room that was luckily enough to fit every student and employee there. Most of the girls in attendance were still in diapers, she could see the thick bulges underneath their clothing. She felt a sort of sympathy for them, not long ago, she was in the same boat. Sniffing, her nose detected the subtle odor of poop. One, or most likely more of the girls had had a messy accident. Renee decided that it would be best if she watch her intake of food and drink at the party. She had regained a good amount of control, but she didn’t want to temp fate with a flood of fruit punch and party food.

She found Rachel, who had just started the graduating course herself, but was still in diapers for the time being. They sat and watched tv while they waited, drinking fruit punch from handled cups with slotted mouthpieces, the kind made for toddlers, but larger just like every other piece of big baby equipment in the school. Renee had been very aware of how much she had been drinking, and as soon as she felt the slightest pressure in her bladder, she excused herself and made her way to the toilets to pee.

Even this late into her graduation potty training, it was a constant struggle to keep her pants dry. If her bladder was full, it was easy to make a slip in concentration and start wetting. For the past two years, her mind had been conditioned to accept that she had no bladder control, and learned subconscious habits like that were the hardest ones to un-learn. It had happened to her last week before school, and she flooded her disposable panties before she was able to get a good hold on the flow, and dam it shut. She hadn’t leaked into her pants, but she came very close. She was unable to lend such concentration while she was asleep, which was why she would still be wearing diapers to bed for quite a while. The process of learning for young adults didn’t come as smoothly as it did for two year old children, and the second time being potty trained in Renee’s life would most likely take twice as long as the first.

Renee made it this time though. ‘Like a big girl,’ she thought. She felt like the kid in the pull-ups ads. And though she was proud of her accomplishments, part of her wanted to go to the changing rooms and be diapered again. She could if she wanted to, it was allowed, and even sometimes enforced onto girls who were failing their potty training. Some of the girls still wore diapers because they wanted to. If she took a nap later, she would wear one. Pulling her pants back up over her crinkly, pink disposable panties, she made her way back to the playroom.

The party went on for most of the day, and Renee had to excuse herself numerous times to relieve herself. She had the slight urge to poop, but it wasn’t strong, and she decided that it could wait til later. If the pressure started to build, she would head back to the bathroom. It was a small accomplishment in itself, but she was proud of herself for keeping her pants dry all day. She decided to reward herself by letting loose for a few hours. As soon as the party was over, she would head straight for the changing room, get diapered up, and take a small nap.

Renee spent another hour of chatting and getting to know some of the newer girls, especially the shy ones who seemed to still be hiding in a protective shell. She was talking to one particular group of girls, when one of them suddenly had a very audible messy accident. Renee tried to reassure the girl that everything was ok, and that nobody was laughing at her. To prove her point, she bent slightly at the waist and pushed out a firm load into her disposable panties. This didn’t count as an accident to Renee, since she pooped in her pants on purpose. "See?" she said, "everybody here does it. It’s no big deal." This made the girl feel better, and Renee helped her dry her tears. Renee had not expected to do what she did, but she was glad she did it anyway, it was a simple matter to go get cleaned up and changed. She reminded herself that she did that on purpose, and it was not an accident, though that’s what she would tell the nurse if she was asked.

She found Rachel, and said goodbye for the day. They hugged, and Renee walked to the changing rooms with a newly formed hot mound of poop clinging to her bottom. It made her think of being in diapers again. She relaxed her bladder, and let it have free reign. She only wet a little, but it was enough to make a saucer sized wet patch just under the plastic of her disposable panties. For some odd reason, Renee had been hoping for an all-out leak. ‘Oops,’ she thought ‘I didn’t quite make it to the bathroom in time.’

When she got to the changing room it was pretty much empty, most of the girls were still at the party, and she didn’t have to wait to get changed. The nurse cleaned her up quickly and was about to put another pair of disposable panties on her, but Renee asked to be diapered instead. She was about to take a nap, she explained to the nurse, and she still wet the bed. The nurse just nodded and pulled a diaper out from under the changing table. She diapered Renee with equal quickness, and she hopped off the changing table to put her pants back on. With the familiar, comfortable bulk between her legs, she waddled out of the changing room and headed back to her room.

She no longer slept in the crib that she slept in for two years, she now had her own bed in a room with two other girls who were also in potty training. She liked them both well enough, but she wanted to room with Rachel instead.

She stripped down to nothing but her diaper and a t-shirt, then grasped the book that she had been reading off the bedside table. Climbing under the thick blankets, Renee curled up in the warmth and began reading her book. She didn’t make it very far. Just before she finished a whole chapter, Renee drifted off to sleep, and dozed lightly for the next two and a half hours. She was awoken when both of her roommates came back and started chattering quietly.

They had both just gotten back from getting their diapers changed. Neither one of them were coming along as well as the average student in their potty training, and both still had regular wet and messy accidents throughout the day or night. Renee had counted four that week alone, two for each roommate, and those were only the ones that she herself had witnessed. She was sure each girl had had more. She noticed that her own diaper had become wet while she slept, and decided not to judge them too harshly.

The three girls chatted for a while, until Renee became uncomfortable in her wet diaper that she had allowed to become even wetter after she was awake. She excused herself, and walked back to the changing room. After she was in a dry diaper again, she considered eating dinner, but she remembered that she had been snacking all day, and didn’t really need the extra calories. She had gained ten pounds since she was sentenced to the academy, and she felt like a chubby little toddler girl. Taking a detour, she made her way to the playroom, maybe Rachel would be there and they could play a board game until bedtime or something.

She did find her friend there, and found that Rachel had also gone back to diapers for the evening. They both noticed what each other was wearing, and both admitted through giggles that they were wearing them because they wanted to, not because they needed them. They played a few of the board games provided for them, things like candy land and sesame street games. Not very challenging or thought provoking, but it passed the time all the same, which was the only thing they could do at the moment.

Renee remained mindful of her bladder control as she played with Rachel. She made use of her diapers, but only when she decided to. The ability to do so again lifted her spirits, and she spent the evening in a jovial mood. She found that she was hungry again, but decided that a bottle of milk would do just fine. She was no longer required to drink from them, but she did so anyway, once again feeling the desire to be a baby. After Renee finished her bottle, both she and Rachel went and got their diapers changed together.

They went back to the playroom for the rest of the evening to watch tv, a movie specifically, The Rugrats in Paris. Just like the games she and Rachel had been playing, Renee found it to be simple and childish, but she watched it nonetheless. The book she had been reading had become boring, and she had no desire to go back to her room right now. She got up once to get another bottle from the school guard sitting in the doorway, and wet her diaper on the way back.

Renee dozed off somewhere along in the cartoon movie, she wasn’t sure when exactly, but when she woke up, her diaper was wetter than it had been before she fell asleep. She could feel the familiar warm, damp pastiness between her legs, and it filled her with a sense of contentment. In a way, she was a little sad that she was leaving the academy soon. It had changed her life, mostly for the worse, the academy had been a punishment, but it had also taught her to look at life from a different perspective. Being dependent on others to get through ones day had a changing effect on a person, and it had changed Renee’s life just as easily. One thing was for sure, she would never end up in a correctional facility ever again. That, she was sure of.

Yawning, she hugged Rachel goodnight. The movie was almost over, and was predictable enough to skip the last ten minutes. She went to the changing room to get changed into a dry diaper, then headed to her room dressed for bed in a pink footed sleeper. She was no longer required to wear those either, but it was one more thing that she was unwilling to give up. She accepted another bottle of milk from the guard at the changing room doorway - one for the road.

Her roommates were already asleep, so she slipped quietly into bed. Doing her best to keep the crinkling from her diaper to a minimum, she pulled the blankets up to her chin. Popping the nipple of her bottle between her lips, she stretched out under the blankets and let her thoughts roam.

She thought about freedom, and all the little things that she had lost and would soon have again. She thought of how good it would be to smoke a cigarette again, or a joint. She wanted to Drive a car, and watch an R rated movie for the first time in two years. She wanted to walk on the beach, talk on the phone, eat in a restaurant, and most of all, she wanted to see her friends and family again. She felt the unfamiliar feeling of pressure in her bladder, but she decided to wait a little while before letting it out just because she could.

lying there listening to the wind whistling though the trees beyond the locked window, Renee’s thought’s soon wandered off, and she slipped into that zone between wake and sleep that she would not remember the next day. With her awareness now in the land of dreams, her bladder soon detected the slip in concentration, and took the chance to dribble its contents into the awaiting absorbency of her diaper.

Renee’s incarceration within Warren academy for girls was almost over, but she had no intention of leaving behind her re-awakened baby side. It was something that she had grown to enjoy greatly, and she would continue to be a big baby when nobody was watching.