>Be Femnon
>Be current year
>Don't know how it passed but it did.
>The definition of Nubaby was expanded because of dumb equality precedence.
>My grade will be the first generation of girls also judged on PID!
>Being treated equal to a nubaby!
>Well…only if you don't have the cup size of a real woman.
>I've been 'lithe' my whole life and was really looking forward to a real man picking me up to rail me against a wall.
>But my A cups….
>Its not fair or equal!
>Be PID.
>See the boys line up all nervous, at least they still go first.
>Talk with my girlfriends in the bleachers.
"Its not fair!" I complain
"Well…it saves the real men for the real women, who don't stuff like that bitch Stacy."
"Inorite? The skank probably tried blowing the principle to get out of 'Puberty Inspection Day'."
>Can't laugh in delight at the dumb nubabies that once thought they were real men.
>There are traditions! What happened to respecting history!?
>The boys are finished, only 15 nubabies are crying and trying to hide in the play-fenced section of the gym they have to wait in for their re-orientation.
>Whistle sounds.
>Coach Munch calls our attention and has us line up.
"I'm as disappointed by this chauvinistic practice as the rest of you, but as the law requires…you will get your name called, the real men that passed have volunteered to record the findings and diaper you accordingly. You will take your top fully off, the Nurse will measure your cup size with calipers. I think everyone here knows the cut-off."
>Wait in line, arms crossed to hide my shame.
"Femnon, station 6."
>Shit on a shingle, its Tucker recording and Samuel diapering.
>Why couldn't it be other way around, Sam has always been a creep.
>At least there is an adult to keep him in line.
>Fucking hell, she's flat too. Old hag would have been a nubaby if they inspected girls back in her day.
>Insult to injury.
>Instructed to take top and bra off.
>Hold my hands behind my back to 'cleanly present'
>Calipers must have been stored in a damn cooler before getting used.
>Nips are hard as diamonds. Sam is leering. Ugh fucking Sam.
"A range. Pants dear, lay on the mat."
>Only wearing my shoes at this point.
>Knew this was going to be outcome, just have to face this with more maturity and dignity than the pathetic nubabies.
>Sam is taking his time rubbing powder on.
"Miss!?" I object to the Nurse.
"Don't be fussy or you'll get the paci-gag."
>Fucking helpful.
>Sam gets the hint though and tapes me up.
>Don't get clothes back, nubabies can't cover their diapers, and it was just proved that *I* don't have anything sexy to cover.
>Have to sit with those pathetic nubabies for re-orientation now.
>Dawn's on me as I walk over in only a diaper and my flats that nubaby means *me* now too.
>Try not to cry.
>Fail.
>Silently weep.




>Be femanon
>Sitting on the bleachers surrounded by other students, the sounds of joyful conversation fill the gym.
>It’s PID
>We see one of the tent’s privacy curtains begin to move.
>Everyone goes silent, eager to find out if we have a new nubaby.
>A short unassuming, glassed wearing boy nervously exits the tent, wearing nothing by a childish tee shirt and a blue, baby print diaper.
>Everyone erupts into laughter, everyone  that is, except for me.
>The girl in front of me dressed in her cheerleader’s outfit turns around, whipping the tears of laughter from her eyes.
“I always knew he wouldn’t make it!” She says with a beaming smile.
>I nervously play with my tee-shirt, hoping that this day would just be over already.
“Hey what’s wrong, you worried? There’s nothing for you to worry about, you’ll clearly make the cut! I mean come on, we’ve known each other since kindergarten!”
>I chuckle nervously. I’ve hidden it well, none of the other girls expect.
>A few more boys exit the tents, all of them puffing out their chests, looking proud.
>The crowd is almost disappointed.
>A long black haired lady wearing a lab coat comes out of one of the tents holding a clipboard. She adjusts her glasses and begins to speak.
“That’s it for the boys, could the girls of class 2-A please line up for inspection.”
>We start to move, most of the girls chatting away as if it was nothing out the ordinary.
>The jock sitting next to the cheerleader girl stands up and starts to leave.
“Alright babe, I know for sure you’ll be fine so I’ll meet later. Maybe then I can give you some of my “remarkably above average size” that shocked the nurse so much!”
>He leaves laughing with a few of his friends in tow.
>Stacy tugs at my hand.
“Come on!” She insists.
>We line up. My heart sinks further and further as time passes and the line gets shorter.
>Until, finally, I’m up next.
>The black haired lady from earlier comes up to and tells me to follow her into one of the available rooms.
>She tells me to sit on the bed and remove my shirt. It’s not even a comfortable bed, just an average school sick bay bed.
>I can feel my hands tremble as I unbutton my shirt. The woman closes the curtain behind us and pulls her clipboard out from under her arm.
>I can’t help but notice how well-endowed she is as she writes down notes on it.
>I’ve taken my shirt off by the time she’s finished. She looks over at me.
“Bra too hun’.”
>I fumble with the clasp on the back of my bra, my hands to shaky to get a good grip.
“Performance anxiety, dear? You’re not the first. Let me give you a hand.”
>She pushes my torso to the side and reaches for the clip.
“You don’t have anything to worry about, you’re clearly big eno-“
>My now unhooked bra drops down my arms taking a handful of tissues with it.
“Oh.”
>She glances down at my breasts, or should I say, lack of, and then back up at my face. I turn my head away to try and hide my now reddening face from her judgemental gaze.
>She quickly jots something down on her clipboard before reaching for a tape measure.
“Arms up.” She says coldly.
“I’m sorry.” I whisper as I raise my arms, feeling my lower lip tremble. “I wasn’t trying to trick anyone I just…”
>I trail of as she glares back at me.
>She wraps the cold tape measure around my chest for a moment before she checks it and removes it just as quickly as she had put it there.
>She places the tape measure back and notes another thing down.
“D-did I make it? Am I big enough?”
>I try to convince myself that I’ve passed but I know, I’ve known for a long time.
>She looks back at me, almost sneering as she turns her nose up at me.
“No dear.”
>My heart skips a beat. I feel the room go cold.
“A-cups are not ‘big enough’”.

>She places the clipboard down on one of the counters and opens a box placed nearby.
>I cross my arms across my chest, almost as if to hide my shame.
“No, I mean come on- I, I can just keep pretending right? No-one has to know? Can’t you just-“
>She cuts me off with a stern “No.”
>I stand up from the bed.
“No- no, please!”
>My home body is trembling, the lump in my throat making it hard to say anything at all.
>The lady stands in from of me holding ‘it’.
>My whole body goes cold when I see it, the soft white adult diaper she’s holding.
>I grab at her lab coat, pulling on it like a child trying to get their parents attention.
“No, please, please, please…”
“Please lay down on the bed little one.”
>She starts to lay the diaper out on the bed.
“No, no! I won’t!” I stammer as the tears start to well up.
>She places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me down onto the bed with a strength I didn’t expect she had.
>In one quick motion she pulls my socks and shoes off, my pants and panties were next.
>I push back at her, trying to get her off me.
“NO!” I scream.
>Everyone outside definitely heard that but at this point I don’t care, my mind was only on one thing.
“I’m NOT a baby!”
>The tears probably aren’t helping my case.
>A tall, plainly dressed bearded man enters the room. I’d seen him before; he is one of the teachers that handles the nubabies.
“Sounds like you need some help.” He says jovially.
“Yes, please, they’ve got it all wrong! I’m not flat! Please!” I stammer while flailing on the edge of the bed, trying to resist being pushed down.
>He gives a deep belly laugh and walks over to us.
>He grabs my thin legs and pulls them over the diaper.
“No! NO! NO!!” I start flailing around, desperate to do anything to get free from the grasp of the two adults.
>This can’t be happening. I’m a big girl.
“Hold onto her for a moment please.” She lady says as she leaves the bedside.
>I can feel the snot flowing from my nose and my eyes stinging from crying. I must have looked pathetic, flailing around naked on the bed but I didn’t care, I only wanted it to stop.
“Come-on love.” The man says almost reassuringly as he holds my flailing from down. “You want to be a big girl don’t you?”
>He holds both my arms and legs with only a single hand each but even then I couldn’t free myself.
>He was a big muscly guy after all, just like my dad.
>The lady returned back and gestured to the man. He lifted my legs up in a single motion.
>I felt something plastic-y slide underneath my butt. My legs were then lowered back down onto it.
>The black haired lady then grabs a bottle and liberally applies powder to my crotch.
>I crane my neck forward to try and see more of what’s happening to me but the man’s body blocked most of my view as he held me down.
>I hear crinkling as the diaper wraps around my shaking body and ripping as the tape is applied.
>I close my eyes and try to pretend that this isn’t happening. I feel the pressure on my arms and legs release.
“There we go little one” The man happily remarks “All done, not so bad was it?”
>I open my eyes and look down. In the place where my panties should be is the brightest pink diaper I’ve ever seen. Covered in cartoon print and at least one size too big so that it looks like I’m swimming in it.

>The man grabs a tissue and wipes my face.
“There we go, how’s that?” He smiles at me reassuringly.
>I can’t even respond.
“It’s cute, isn’t it?” The woman remarks “If you had acted more grown up, you would have gotten the standard one but instead you get the princess diaper.”
“Some little ones are fussier than others; you have to just give them time and they’ll come around.”
>The man lifts me up and holds me against his chest. He continues talking to me in his deep baritone voice as if to sooth me but I just sob quietly with my face pressed into his shirt.
“There, there.” He softly rubs my back.
>We continue like this for a while before I settle down and he puts me back down onto my feet.
>I give another sob as I look down and see the diaper again.
“Alright all done.” The woman says as she leans down slightly and grabs my hand.
>She pulls on my hand and I’m too emotionally exhausted to resist. I tug on the diaper to keep it from falling down.
>Before I even notice, we’ve exited the tent and I’m standing in front of Stacy.
>I look up at her, she’s smirking sadistically.
“On wow, I knew all of that yelling was you” She looks at my chest. “Mosquito bites after all, I always knew you were a faker.”
>She covers her mouth slightly with one hand and chuckles; I can hear other students in the background laughing along.
“We’re going to have so much fun with you”.
>I feel my face flush red as I feel all of the eyes staring at my body that would be naked if not for the fluffy, childish diaper. My eyes still red and stinging from crying.
“Enjoy your new life!” She shouts back at me as she and a few of her friends walk off with the occasional backwards look laughing each time they do.
>The man holds out his hand to me.
“Don’t mind them” He says, “Seems I’m your new daddy.”
>I wipe my nose and then sniff before glaring at him.
“Or just Dad, Dad is fine too.”
>He leads me to a makeshift playpen with large foam jigsaw pieces as its base and sweeps me of my feet to put me in.
“Now just stay here, your parents will be here to pick you up soon. And then tomorrow, you’ll get to meet your second mummy, won’t that be nice?”
>The railing shakes slightly as I lean back on it, still in shock as to what’s happen. It doesn’t even feel real yet.
>One of the other nubabies comes over to be, it’s the boy that everyone was laughing at earlier.
“It’s not so bad, really, they said we don’t have to take normal cases anymore so there’s that.”
>I look at him, defeated.
>He nudges his glasses with his finger and sits beside me.
“And I mean, diapers aren’t so bad, right? It’s like having a cushion to sit on wherever you go.”
>I look around; there are a few girls and a few boys, none of them wearing a brightly coloured baby diaper like me.
>I place my hand on my diaper, it crinkles under my touch. The cartoon unicorns on it seem to almost mock me for having a flat chest.
>We sit in sentence for the rest of the time. In the end, only one girl failed after me, making a total of 7 boys and 4 girls.
>When my parents arrive, they coo words of comfort to me as I sit there depressed. During the ride home I sit in the back silently as I listen to my parents talk about how it’s all okay, that’s they’re not angry and that they will be able to buy the things that we’re going to need for my new life.
>I scratch my face idly as I stare out the car window, still feeling the wet spots from where I was crying earlier. Before I’d even realised it, I’d drifted off.