Diaper U

Chapter 4

Daniel had a moment to stagger and gape at the room around him, following the chaos of his little display.

Everyone had seen him lose control of the power, and even now papers were fluttering down from the ceiling of the testing chamber. More to the point, everyone had seen his underpants.

It barely even registered that the mess was being cleaned up, he was focused on deciding how to respond to his exposure. By the entrance, Professor Blackburn had out a wand and was guiding all the papers back into stacks, but he had to choose then and there: Try and gaslight the room into thinking they hadn't just seen what they thought they saw up his skirt, or come clean.

He wasn't that good of a liar.

When he stood, he found himself looking up into the eyes of one particularly angry Rachel Haligtree. Speaking with slow, punctuated emphasis, she snapped, "What. The hell. Was that?"

"Fine," he said, dusting himself off, glancing back at the boulder behind him. His testing was over. He'd be in or he wouldn't be. "You caught me. I'm a guy."

She blinked. "You're–excuse me?"

Hesitating, Daniel said, "Well, you saw my...er..."

"I'm not talking about your junk, I'm talking about this!" She waved a hand at the chamber, at the other people. "You disrupted the entire test, and–you're a guy?"

"Well–" he started.

Fortunately, or perhaps not, Velma Blackburn stepped in, looking down at him through horn-rimmed glasses. "Perhaps a bit more control would have been advisable," she conceded, "But this young lady didn't break the rules–our training wards failed, that isn't her doing."

Fuming, Rachel said, "Okay, but he just said that he is a man."

Velma blinked. "He..."

"Yeah," Rachel confirmed. "He."

"Well," Daniel said. "You can run my numbers instantly, right? Did he pass?"

"Danielle," Velma began. "Er–"

"Daniel," he corrected.

"Daniel, this is a school for witches. Not warlocks. What are you doing here?" Velma arched an eyebrow at him–perplexed, not upset.

"I needed a little education in control before any warlock school would let me in," Daniel admitted. It was embarrassing, sure, but who cared? He was in, or he wasn't; if his stunt had failed, he wouldn't be able to pull it again somewhere else. "Did. I. Pass?"

"I suppose, but–"

"Great," Daniel said, smoothing out his dress, already planning to go wipe off the makeup so he'd look his boy-self again. "Awesome. I'll look forward to studying under you, Professor Blackstone."

"Ahem," Velma said, simply. "Perhaps this needs judgment from the Dean."

"Allow me, ma'am," Rachel replied.

In an instant, her own wand was out, a colorful rod with a long piece of lace ribbon on one end and gemstones along the other. With a flick, Daniel shot up into the air, hoisted by levitation magic with infinitely more refinement and control than his own.

Only, she hadn't cast it on him. Rachel's spell seized the back of his tighty-whities, pulling him in the air with a particularly intense wedgie.

He winced and his legs flailed, kicking to try and push off the floor and release some of the weight. "HEY!"

"I've got him," Rachel said. "Don't worry about this, you can focus on the testing, ma'am." With one more flick, she lifted him up some ten feet so that he dangled above everyone's heads, underwear straining to support the whole weight of his body.