Lessons with Ms. Frizzle

Today was the first day of your assistant teaching job. You were more than nervous. You were worried about your new mentor. You had heard stories of her wild field trips and you could only wonder why you had been assigned to her.
Taking in a deep breath, you knocked on the door of Ms. Frizzle’s class while trying to calm your racing heart.

"Come in!"

A sing-song voice came from inside that made you start to sweat. Were you cut out for this job?
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you stepped into the classroom with the hopes of doing well.

The sight of the brightly decorated room almost calmed the butterflies in your stomach. The theme was space from the looks of it. A big rug in the middle of the room was decorated with spots of stars and planets, plush and taking up more than half the room.
On the board were all the planets listed and even drawn in the corresponding colors. Mobiles made from what looked like styrofoam haphazardly painted hung from the ceiling almost low enough to hit the top of your head.

Turning away from all the decorations, you found the teacher rummaging through her desk with her head tucked down in search of something.

"Ms. Frizzle?"
"Just a moment. Getting everything for tomorrow's field trip!"

Her voice was a bit high pitched with a singing quality to it. Hearing it made you smile, playing with the hem of your sweater. Though the mention of a field trip did leave you almost dreading tomorrow.
Ms. Frizzle finally sat up, surprising you by wearing a headband with the planets dangling from wires all around her head!

"As you can see, we're studying all the planets for our weekly lesson. You came at the perfect time. Can you name all the planets?"

It made you want to huff when she asked that, as if you were one of her students but quickly answered her question. Ms. Frizzle's face lit up when you answered correctly, clapping her hands excitedly which made you blush. It felt nice for her to get excited over something so small like listing all the planets.

"Very good! You'll fit in wonderfully here! Now, come take a seat! I don't have a desk for you yet so I hope you don't mind the children's desk." Ms. Frizzle said with her hearty laugh, gesturing to sit down at the desks pushed together.

You felt embarrassed once more, sitting in the small chair while Ms. Frizzle stood almost towering over you. It made you feel as if you were one of her students, surprising it didn't embarrass you but made you feel warm in your chest.
You couldn't help but wish she had been your teacher when you were in school from seeing how her room was decorated and set up. It looked as if she would have been a fun teacher to have.

"Now we can go over what will be this week's work plan so you know what to expect!"

Ms. Frizzle turned to grab a bulky book covered in stickers and papers poking out from every side, careful as she opened it and hummed to herself.

"All week is about space! It'll be spectacular! We have a field trip tomorrow to introduce the kids to the wonders of space!"

You couldn't help but feel excited as she told you more of the plans of the week like the art projects she planned for Tuesday. Art was one of your passions and to know you'd be able to express yourself excited you.
Ms. Frizzle must have noticed your excitement, closing her planner with a snap and put it on the small desk you sat behind.

"It's so refreshing to see excitement like yours. I'm just as excited to have you under my care."

She put her hand on your shoulder to squeeze it gently, and felt yourself relax with her smile so bright. Her smile lines were deep with her freckles catching your eye and you had to resist to stare longer.
Suddenly something brushed against your ankles and wrapped around your leg!

You jumped up to your feet, crying out in absolute fear as a flash of green ran away from you before you could realize what it was.

That's when it happened.

It was something you had trouble with and had hoped it wouldn’t happen here.
A steady stream of warmth creeped down your leg, pooling around your feet and soaking into your shoes. The front of your pants were soaked with urine, legs shaking from the sudden cold feeling hitting you as it dried.
It was quiet as your entire body started to shake, eyes watering as Ms. Frizzle looked down at the mess you accidentally made.

"Oh my! You poor thing! Let's get you cleaned up. I'll see what I can find!"

Ms. Frizzle didn't seem fazed by your accident, hurrying to a closet and throwing the door open in search of hopefully something you could wear.
You sniffed, reaching up to wipe at your tears until you heard Ms. Frizzle exclaim, "Ah-ha!" from the closet.

"We have a washer and dryer in the basement so I can take care of your clothes."

Ms. Frizzle came back over, a gentle smile on her face that caused you to relax a little bit while she started to undo your pants!

"P-Please. I can do it!"

You didn't dare move though, watching as the redheaded teacher pulled your wet jeans down before working on your shoes.

"Step on the towel, won't you?"

Ms. Frizzle helped you out of your soaked clothes, stepping onto the towel on the floor she set up. You were shivering, trying to calm your tears as Ms. Frizzle hurried over to the class sink to grab a wash cloth.

"Time to clean up! That must have been Liz who frightened you. Poor thing," Ms. Frizzle cooed, kneeling down to start wiping at your quivering thighs.

It was embarrassing to have your mentor clean you up like this, feeling like a child as she shushed you when you tried to ask her to let you clean the rest up.

"There now. All cleaned up. Let’s dry you off and we can find something for you to wear!"

You only nodded, rubbing at your eyes that felt puffy from holding your tears back. Ms. Frizzle didn't seem to mind drying you off before helping you sit down on a clean towel on the rug.
It felt humiliating as your mentor gently patted your head as she passed back to the closet.

You wondered what she could be looking for now as you hugged your knees to cover yourself. You would have expected her to head out the door to put your soiled clothes in the washer before trying to find you something to wear.
Instead, Ms. Frizzle came back with a bundle in her arms. You tried to make out what it could be but Ms. Frizzle already stood above you with a smile that made you feel small again.

"Lay back, if you will. Let Ms. Frizzle help you."

You were unsure but so far Ms. Frizzle hadn't done anything to make you distrust her so you did as she said and relaxed. A crinkling sound made you look in between your legs and almost cried out in shock.

"Now now. It'll do until your clothes are washed. Lift up your bottom."

In Ms. Frizzle's hands was a big, puffy diaper decorated in stars and planets! It almost seemed to match her black, starry dressed today which only embarrassed you further.
A soft pat on your bottom made you whimper but you complied, getting on the ball of your heels to lift your lower half up enough for Ms. Frizzle to slide the diaper under you.

The crinkling sound made you whine, covering your face to hide the blush you didn't want Ms. Frizzle to see. The feeling of her hands fixing the diaper on you, hearing the sounds of the straps being set on the front made you peek between your fingers and almost smile to yourself. Even as embarrassed as you felt, it was a familiar feeling that left you smiling underneath your mentor who finished with a hum.

"There we are. Don't worry! You won't have to stay in that long. Now you wait here while I start on your laundry," Ms. Frizzle said with a spring in her step as she walked by.

Before she left, Ms. Frizzle knelt next to you, petting your head gently before helping you lay down on the rug against a mass of soft pillows.

"You can rest here. It's the least I can do after scaring you."

Ms. Frizzle started to pat at the diaper which relaxed you almost instantly. As embarrassing as it was, it felt comforting and warm. As if you could close your eyes and nap right on the rug.
The redheaded teacher didn't seem to be leaving as she said, instead sitting down next to you to pet your head. You couldn't help but roll onto your side to cling to her waist, sticking your thumb in your mouth which is something you did to help you relax and sleep.

Ms. Frizzled started to hum softly, patting at your puffy bottom. You felt so safe close to her even after such an embarrassing moment. You could feel sleeping starting to take over, eyes drooping until you completely relaxed.

"Sweet dreams, little one."

You could hear Ms. Frizzle whisper above you, feeling a soft press against your diaper once more to pat as if you help you fall deeper into sleep.

That day you dreamt of space, planets, stars and a big yellow bus.