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Author's Note: This story contains a large amount of sexual and fetish content centering around mental age regression, role reversal, spanking, wetting, messing, diapers, and more. This is a darker story so keep that in mind as you near the end.

[CONTINUED FROM: Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson (Part 1) ]

Elizabeth spent the rest of the high school class she had been forced into sulking. Rachel teased her relentlessly whenever she could get a chance and, after a few warnings from Mrs. Maxwell, Elizabeth decided to stop responding and let it happen. She decided that she would save her confrontation for outside of class lest she risk more embarrassment for herself. Once class let out, Elizabeth gathered her new belongings and followed Rachel. Once the younger girl stopped to drop some things off in her locker, Elizabeth approached.

“I don’t know what you did, but you’re going to reverse it or I’m gonna--”

“You’re going to what?”, Rachel interrupted her.

As much as Elizabeth didn’t want to admit it, she knew that Rachel was in complete control of the situation. Elizabeth hadn’t yet sunk so low that she would beg, so intimidation was her only option.

“I’ll have you held back a year! I-I’ll spank you in front of the whole class again! I’ll tell the principal all about your misbehaving!”, Elizabeth responded. For the first time since Rachel first changed her life, Elizabeth felt some of her old confidence.

“Oh no! Whatever will I do? I guess I better do whatever the little brat wants. Oh wait! I have a better idea…”, Rachel said with a smirk. She snapped her fingers and Elizabeth’s clothing began to change. The lacy push-up bra that had given her a small bit of solace in her regression tightened against her chest and lost all of its padding. The supportive straps weakened and the once grown-up looking bra was replaced by a floral-print training bra. Her matching panties followed suit and lost any of their attractive appearance. The silken white lace fabric shimmered and changed into cheap cotton and elastic with a bright pink waistband that stuck out the back of Elizabeth’s skirt. Her fashionable flats expanded and changed into a pair of pink and off-white sneakers with a pair of frilled socks poking out the top. Elizabeth’s skirt changed colors from the dignified deep-blue the high-schoolers wore to the juvenile pastel pink the middle school girls were stuck with. Her long auburn hair was lifted magically in the air and tied back in a ponytail with a scrunchy. A white pullover sweater appeared on her chest and completed her new uniform, making Elizabeth look indistinguishable from all the other preteen girls in their school.

“W-What?! H-How are you doing this? R-Rachel this is too far...I-I think you should c-change me back…”, Elizabeth barely managed to get out as she looked over her new outfit.

“Oh what’s this now? The scary Ms. Turner sounds so nervous. Weren’t you going to go rat me out to the principal? That’d be pretty hard now that I’ve put you back in the sixth grade. After all, who’re they gonna believe: me, a nearly full grown young woman; or you, a little girl who just got her first training bra?”

M-My first training bra?! Oh gosh...she’s regressing me further...everyone will treat me like I’m in sixth grade...I’ve got to stop her…

“Who’s the kid?”

Elizabeth looked up from her clothes to see that Rachel had been joined by some of her high school friends, a group of guys and girls just as devious as Rachel was. The one that had spoken was Alex, a tall blonde on the football team. He looked down at Elizabeth with the rest of the group, and she couldn’t help but feel terribly small despite the difference in height being almost nonexistent.

He...He’s so...so cute...I-I...no he’s like seventeen, pull yourself together Lizzy...Lizzy? What’s going on with my brain...w-why do I feel so nervous…

Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel flustered around him. She felt her face grow warm with embarrassment as she stumbled over her words. “I-I was talking to Rachel an--”

Rachel interrupted her with a laugh. “Just some lost middle-schooler. Couldn’t find her classroom and now she’s just trying to stick around ‘cause she has a crush on you, Alex.” Rachel’s comment got a good laugh from the group and only worsened Elizabeth’s embarrassment.

No wonder Alex likes her...she gets to wear real bras...and heels...an-an...I’m just a big baby… Elizabeth thought, her frustration apparent on her face.

“T-That’s not funny! I-I don’t have a crush on him...I was just talking to you. An-an I want you to take me seriously!”

Alex and Rachel exchanged a look before Rachel grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders and spun her around. “Class is that way, little girl.” Then, Rachel grabbed Elizabeth’s underwear by the exposed waistband and yanked it up as hard as she could. Elizabeth gasped in horror as Rachel lifted her up by her panties and exposed her backside to the group of teens behind her.

Oh my gawd! Alex can see my panties! They’re so embarrassing! It’s not fair...I’m not a little girl. Elizabeth thought to herself as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She kicked her legs until Rachel let her drop. Elizabeth could hardly stand being there a moment longer, but when she couldn’t find her purse she was at a loss.

“Looking for this, Lizzy? Can’t go to class without your cute little backpack can you?”, Rachel asked.

Elizabeth looked back to see Rachel holding a pink backpack with Elizabeth’s initials printed on the front. Defeated, Elizabeth reached for it only to have it pulled away from her by Rachel. “Ah ah ah, aren’t you gonna ask politely?”

“C-can I please have my backpack back, Rachel?”, Elizabeth asked.

“Sure. Always glad to help out an upset little girl.”, Rachel teased as she handed the bag back, “Oh and cute panties by the way. Your mommy certainly knows how to dress you.”

Elizabeth took the bag and ran away from Rachel and her friends. She could still hear them laughing as she turned the corner down the hall to her next class.

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It had been over ten years since Elizabeth had last been a middle-schooler. She dreaded what the rest of the day would have in store for her as she walked through the project decorated halls of the middle school classrooms. Her only solace came to her when she saw her new teacher’s name on the door: Ms. Preston.

Julia Preston was only a few years older than Elizabeth’s actual age. She too had received a lot of flak for her inexperience and youthful appearance; but thankfully for her, Ms. Preston never had to worry about vengeful students magically regressing her. In the few years she had worked at Vitae Academy, Julia had grown use to the jealous and sometimes lustful stares she received from the staff. Unlike Elizabeth she did not relish the attention.

Ms. Preston had shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair that she usually wore down. She dressed casually, but the natural curves that gave her a more motherly appearance were still well defined in the comfortable clothing she liked to wear. Her gentle and loving appearance was matched by her kind nature. Julia had been one of the few staff that had been nice to Elizabeth from the start. It was this fact that gave Elizabeth hope when she stumbled into her class and saw Ms. Preston behind the podium.

It was sometime before Elizabeth was able to get Ms. Preston alone. An entire hour of hand-raising, student interaction, and coming up to the board to solve math problems. By the time the bell rang Elizabeth had almost forgotten her task. She had grown distracted with her new friends, the cute boy that sat across from her, and thinking about the homework assignment that she had almost walked out the door with the rest of her classmates.

Oh gosh...what’ll happen if things keep up like this? I was all set to go to P.E….it is free day after all...I could play volleyball with Michelle and Emily…wha-n-no I have to ask Ms. Preston for help! Convince...Julia that I’m a grown up.

Elizabeth mustered her courage and approached Ms. Preston’s desk. It was difficult for her to feel like an adult dressed as she was and when Julia looked up, all she could see was a preteen girl fidgeting with her skirt.

“Can I help you, Lizzy?”, Ms. Preston asked.

“T-This is gonna sound crazy, but you have to believe me Julia! I’m not a kid! I’m a teacher, not some little girl still in middle school…”, Elizabeth pleaded, “I dress myself...I’m not a dumb kid…”, she continued; then when Ms. Preston continued to look at her confused, Elizabeth dropped her backpack to the floor and began to rifle through it. “L-Look, I can prove it!”

“Alright, I’ll hear you out Lizzy; but I ask that you don’t use my first name like that. Girls your age...I mean students...should address their teacher by their last name, okay?”

Elizabeth was reluctant to use any kind of vocabulary or take part in any action that might make her feel more childish. Whatever Rachel was doing to her was far more than just changing her clothes and how people saw her. She could feel herself growing use to her new age. Elizabeth had begun to have crushes on boys in her grade, she enjoyed writing notes to her friends, and she had found herself growing jealous of the more developed looking girls in her class. Nonetheless, Elizabeth gave into Ms. Preston’s demand; if only to make things quicker.

“Here!”, Elizabeth exclaimed. She held aloft a small rectangle of laminated plastic that looked a little more worn that she remembered. Ms. Preston took the piece of plastic and examined it, “And what does this prove, Lizzy?”

Elizabeth beamed, certain that she had found a way out of Rachel’s spell. “My teacher I.D.! It’ll have my picture as a grown up and my real age to prove everything.”

Julia looked down at the I.D. It was already worn despite being mere days into the school year. Most of her students had similar looking I.D.s; the exact reason why the younger grades didn’t get one. On the front was a picture of Elizabeth framed by a pink border that was labeled clearly: Sixth Grade. Her frizzy hair had been pulled back in the same scrunchy she had on now and, to Julia, she looked like an average eleven-year-old girl; though Julia figured she could use some tips on how to look more ladylike.

“This is a student I.D. sweetheart and you look the same as you do now...well it looks like you lost the braces. I bet you’re looking forward to next semester when you can take a new picture to show off those lovely straight teeth.”

“Wha-What? That can’t be right. I got my braces off years ago...in middle school...oh no…”, Elizabeth could feel her heart quicken as she began to panic. She just knew that the longer she was under Rachel’s spell, the harder it would be to convince others (and herself) that it wasn’t reality.

“You certainly have an active imagination, Lizzy. That’s admirable, but I think you should maybe let your creativity come out more in art class than situations like this.”, Julia said.

“I am an adult! Rachel cast a spell on my an-an-”

“Rachel? Your babysitter? Did she upset you? Is this why you’re so worked up?”

My babysitter?! I’m way to old to have one...aren’t I? Well...I did babysit Rachel when she was like thirteen, but...oh of course she would!

“That proves it Ms. Preston! Rachel’s doing this to me cause I use to babysit her. Her parents had me look after her until she was like thirteen and she hated me for it!”, Elizabeth explained.

“Uh-huh...so tell me, how old are you actually?”, Ms. Preston asked.

Elizabeth smiled, certain that she was gaining traction with Julia. “I’m...I’m uh…”

No no no! How could I have forgotten what age I am? I’m a grown up! I drive! An-an I teach big kids...s-so I have to be like...oh gosh...this isn’t fair…

“You’re…?”

Panicked, Elizabeth said the first thing that came to her mind, “Eighteen!”

Yes! That’s a big enough number. I remember now, you can smoke when you’re eighteen. That’s gotta be old enough.

Ms. Preston smiled at Elizabeth, finding herself more and more amused with Elizabeth’s antics. “Eighteen, huh? That’s impressive.”, Julia said; then after seeing the clock, she continued, “Though it’s getting close to the bell. Don’t want to be late for gym do we?”

Elizabeth’s smile quickly turned to a frown as Ms. Preston handed back her I.D. and began to push her toward the door. “B-But Ms. Prestooooooooooon! You’re s’pposed to believe me!”

“I believe you’re going to be late for your next class if you don’t hurry. Why don’t you finish the rest of your story in writing, hmm? There’s a creative writing contest next month. You get a free personal pizza just for entering!”

“F-Free pizza? B-but wait Ms. Pres--”, Elizabeth’s words fell on deaf ears as her teacher gently closed the door behind her.

I can’t even remember my own age! How is anyone gonna believe me...even my own stuff says I’m just a little girl…

Elizabeth walked to the school gymnasium in a huff, more upset than she would admit. She spent the next period sulking on the bleachers, braiding her classmates hair, and jealous of the older girls practicing for cheerleading tryouts on the other side of the gym. Rachel was among them, a clear shoe-in for next year’s cheer captain.

It’s not fair! She can talk to boys...and gets to wear real bras...and her mom probably lets her wear thongs! Elizabeth thought. She had to focus on her braiding to keep herself from growing too upset. Why am I even jealous of her?! I’m a grown up. I’ve worn thongs! I can wear heels. I totally kissed a boy...I think...I’m bigger than her...she’s just making me think I’m not...I’ll show he- The sound of the bell ringing made Elizabeth lose her train of thought. Her new friends got up and ran to get their bags, leaving Elizabeth alone as Rachel approached her.

Elizabeth could feel herself growing upset as she watched Rachel approach. She knew that she was older than her, but her childish clothes and being forced to attend sixth grade was beginning to make her feel how everyone else saw her. As much as she tried to muster the courage to stand up and look down on Rachel, Elizabeth could only sulk as the high-schooler stood over her.

“Come on, twerp. Your mom wants me to make sure you get to the car on time today. Said she was very disappointed in your behavior this morning and that you could use a little tough love.”, Rachel said, a devilish grin on her face. She grabbed the confused Elizabeth by the arm and began to drag her to car line.

“M-my mom?! What’s going on?”, Elizabeth asked.

Rachel laughed as they turned a corner and a row full of children and minivans came into view. “You’re eleven, Lizzy. That means you either ride the bus or your mommy and daddy drive you home; and given how protective they are of you...well you’ll see.”

As they neared a red minivan that looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, they could see Elizabeth’s mother step out of the car and open the back passenger doors. She looked a little bit younger than Elizabeth remembered, but more or less unchanged. The same long brown hair that she always kept up in a messy bun, the same tank-top and running shorts she always wore to the gym. Only everything looked a little bit better on her slightly younger physique. Her younger sister Megan sat in the car next to her. She was a few years younger than Elizabeth’s perceived current age and had yet to hit puberty. Despite how Elizabeth had acted and had been subsequently treated, Megan was still the baby of the family. The eight-year-old girl had a fascination with ponies and spent most of her free time drawing and/or coloring them. She wore her long brunette hair down, usually held back with a hair-band, and tended to wear bright, flowy dresses. Unlike her mother, she was exactly how Elizabeth remembered her.

Rachel noticed Elizabeth’s confusion and explained, “Figured a younger mom would be a little more fitting for two daughters in elementary and middle school, hmm? I did the same to your dad too; though I imagine you’ll be too distracted by all the other new stuff in your home-life to notice.”

Before Elizabeth could ask what Rachel meant, her mother grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the side of the vehicle. Clearly upset, she began to admonish Elizabeth for her behavior, “Seriously Lizzy? Spanking a classmate. Telling everyone you’re a teacher? Stealing my clothes for your little stunt. What has gotten into you?!”

T-That still happened?! But Rachel made me younger...w-wha?!

Elizabeth quickly found herself picked up off her feet and laid across her mother’s lap. She looked around in shock as she realized that her mom was about to spank her in public. All around her was people Elizabeth knew: her sister, Megan, sat in the van next to her; Rachel stood nearby, a grin plastered to her face; faculty and students, some of them now her classmates, walked mere feet away on the sidewalk.

“N-No mom! Puh-please! It’s not my fault. R-Rachel She-”, Elizabeth cried. She kicked her legs and struggled, but her mother kept her pinned in her lap easily.

“Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her Rachel. I know it’s a lot to ask after all she’s done, but would you mind babysitting her over the weekend?”

“Her and Megan?”, Rachel asked.

“Well, even though she’s younger, Megan is in no way the handful Lizzy is. This one…”, Elizabeth’s mother paused to yank her panties down around her ankles. Elizabeth began to sob like a child as her mother exposed her rear and reddened her ass with the first of many spankings.

SMACK

“...this one here is the one that needs to be babysat. Megan just needs someone to watch after her. Much less work if you ask me. She doesn’t really ever need to be punished like Lizzy does.”

SMACK

“S-Suh-Stop! Everyone can see mom! WAHHHHHHHH!” Elizabeth burst into tears as her mother continued to spank her. Her crying only drew more attention and soon everyone nearby was aware of the preteen girl being spanked and crying like a baby in her mom’s lap.

It’s not fair! Rachel should be the one getting spanked, not me! I’ll never live this down...everyone’s gonna call me a baby! It’s not fair!

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Ah, it’s no trouble, Mrs. Turner. I’m sure she’ll behave herself a little better after today. She just needs to learn to act her age a bit more.”

Elizabeth hardly noticed when the spanking had stopped. It was only when her mother had pulled her panties back up and stood that she realized she didn’t have to cry as much anymore.

“Megan, you can sit in the front today. Lizzy needs to learn a lesson so you can have the big girl seat up front with mommy.”

“Wha-but mom! That’s not fair! I always get to sit up front.” Elizabeth could hardly care about how childish she must have sounded or how immature she looked as she stomped her foot and pouted at her mother. She absentmindedly rubbed her sore bottom as she glared at Megan and then Rachel, but was quickly pushed into a seat by her mother before she could do anything else warranting a spanking. Elizabeth yelped as her mother pressed her into the chair and secured her seat belt.

Mrs. Turner practically slammed the minivan door shut and turned to Rachel to finish their talk. Elizabeth couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she began to realize that in her mentally regressed state whatever it was would only upset her.

A few minutes of quiet before Elizabeth’s mother returned. After getting in the car, she adjusted the rear-view mirror to better see her daughter and gave her a stern look that suggested she behave herself. Elizabeth was more than happy to oblige if only to keep herself from getting into more trouble.

The car ride home was quiet. Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel upset as they neared the home she grew up in. Being driven back home in the backseat of her mom’s minivan made Elizabeth feel like a child than anything else. In fact, she could hardly imagine how anything could make her feel worse. That was until she walked into the house and was then immediately grounded by her dad. Elizabeth ran to her room crying, slammed the door behind her, and flopped down on her bed. She buried her head in her pillow, scared of what other things Rachel had changed in her life. It wasn’t until she had spent almost an hour on the bed crying that she had to get up to use the restroom.

Elizabeth groaned as she turned on the overhead light and took in the posters of boy bands that covered the wall above her bed. Her sheets were white with large pink hearts decorating them. In the center of the room was a large yellow shag rug in the shape of a sunflower. Her wardrobe was a mess. Each drawer was slightly ajar, with clothes spilled out over the side into a pile of training bras and underwear that Elizabeth was unsure if they were clean or not. Near her bed was a white desk covered in books and magazines. Front and center was a bright pink journal with a sparkly pink pen attached to the side. Curious, Elizabeth opened the book and found ‘Lizzy’s Diary’ written in bubble letters on the first page.

It was hard for Elizabeth not to cringe as she flipped through the heavily decorated pages. Stickers and pen ink covered nearly every page until about three-quarters of the way through. It was there that Elizabeth had found an entry from the day previous that had detailed an entire plan on how to trick everyone into thinking she was a teacher. It even included a drawing of Rachel bent across her knee as she spanked her.

Rachel fabricated all this?! Ugh! She deserved that spanking! How did I get found out...did mom see my diary? Wait, no...there was no plan! Rachel used magic on me...right?

Elizabeth continued to look over the page. She suddenly found it hard to believe that magic and not the failed plan she had detailed before had caused her humiliation. Elizabeth knew Rachel had done something to her, but it was becoming hard to remember any details of being grown-up.

I-I need to stop her before it’s too late...maybe I can sneak out...but what if mom and dad catch me? I don’t wanna get in trouble again…

Aggravated, Elizabeth pulled the pen off the side of the book and began to write down her feelings. As silly as it felt to be a grown woman writing in a diary, it helped calm her after her long and stressful day. It wasn’t until she covered the page front in back in bubble letters and stickers that she realized she had spent almost the whole night writing in her diary.

“Time for bed Lizzy.” Her dad had opened the door enough to poke his head in. True to her word he looked a few years younger. The first few gray hairs he had a acquired in the last few years had disappeared and he looked as fit and rugged as she remembered him from her childhood.

Without realizing, Elizabeth answered him, “Okay, dad…”

“Try and be on your best behavior tomorrow, please? I don’t want to have to send you to your room for the night again.”

Elizabeth sighed and grabbed her pajamas from the floor (though she couldn’t imagine how she knew where they were in all that mess). After a hug and a kiss from her dad, Elizabeth changed into the baggy shirt and shorts that felt terribly familiar to her. She crawled into bed and turned the light out next to her. In a matter of minutes, she had already begun to drift off. Her thoughts were filled with Rachel and how she might get back at her, though she had no idea how.

I-I’ll get her tomorrow...I won’t...just let her...turn me...into some...dumb...ki--

[CONTINUED: Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson (Part 3) ]

Description
Author's Note: This story contains a large amount of sexual and fetish content centering around mental age regression, role reversal, spanking, wetting, messing, diapers, and more. This is a darker story so keep that in mind as you near the end.

[CONTINUED FROM: Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson (Part 1) ]

Elizabeth spent the rest of the high school class she had been forced into sulking. Rachel teased her relentlessly whenever she could get a chance and, after a few warnings from Mrs. Maxwell, Elizabeth decided to stop responding and let it happen. She decided that she would save her confrontation for outside of class lest she risk more embarrassment for herself. Once class let out, Elizabeth gathered her new belongings and followed Rachel. Once the younger girl stopped to drop some things off in her locker, Elizabeth approached.

“I don’t know what you did, but you’re going to reverse it or I’m gonna--”

“You’re going to what?”, Rachel interrupted her.

As much as Elizabeth didn’t want to admit it, she knew that Rachel was in complete control of the situation. Elizabeth hadn’t yet sunk so low that she would beg, so intimidation was her only option.

“I’ll have you held back a year! I-I’ll spank you in front of the whole class again! I’ll tell the principal all about your misbehaving!”, Elizabeth responded. For the first time since Rachel first changed her life, Elizabeth felt some of her old confidence.

“Oh no! Whatever will I do? I guess I better do whatever the little brat wants. Oh wait! I have a better idea…”, Rachel said with a smirk. She snapped her fingers and Elizabeth’s clothing began to change. The lacy push-up bra that had given her a small bit of solace in her regression tightened against her chest and lost all of its padding. The supportive straps weakened and the once grown-up looking bra was replaced by a floral-print training bra. Her matching panties followed suit and lost any of their attractive appearance. The silken white lace fabric shimmered and changed into cheap cotton and elastic with a bright pink waistband that stuck out the back of Elizabeth’s skirt. Her fashionable flats expanded and changed into a pair of pink and off-white sneakers with a pair of frilled socks poking out the top. Elizabeth’s skirt changed colors from the dignified deep-blue the high-schoolers wore to the juvenile pastel pink the middle school girls were stuck with. Her long auburn hair was lifted magically in the air and tied back in a ponytail with a scrunchy. A white pullover sweater appeared on her chest and completed her new uniform, making Elizabeth look indistinguishable from all the other preteen girls in their school.

“W-What?! H-How are you doing this? R-Rachel this is too far...I-I think you should c-change me back…”, Elizabeth barely managed to get out as she looked over her new outfit.

“Oh what’s this now? The scary Ms. Turner sounds so nervous. Weren’t you going to go rat me out to the principal? That’d be pretty hard now that I’ve put you back in the sixth grade. After all, who’re they gonna believe: me, a nearly full grown young woman; or you, a little girl who just got her first training bra?”

M-My first training bra?! Oh gosh...she’s regressing me further...everyone will treat me like I’m in sixth grade...I’ve got to stop her…

“Who’s the kid?”

Elizabeth looked up from her clothes to see that Rachel had been joined by some of her high school friends, a group of guys and girls just as devious as Rachel was. The one that had spoken was Alex, a tall blonde on the football team. He looked down at Elizabeth with the rest of the group, and she couldn’t help but feel terribly small despite the difference in height being almost nonexistent.

He...He’s so...so cute...I-I...no he’s like seventeen, pull yourself together Lizzy...Lizzy? What’s going on with my brain...w-why do I feel so nervous…

Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel flustered around him. She felt her face grow warm with embarrassment as she stumbled over her words. “I-I was talking to Rachel an--”

Rachel interrupted her with a laugh. “Just some lost middle-schooler. Couldn’t find her classroom and now she’s just trying to stick around ‘cause she has a crush on you, Alex.” Rachel’s comment got a good laugh from the group and only worsened Elizabeth’s embarrassment.

No wonder Alex likes her...she gets to wear real bras...and heels...an-an...I’m just a big baby… Elizabeth thought, her frustration apparent on her face.

“T-That’s not funny! I-I don’t have a crush on him...I was just talking to you. An-an I want you to take me seriously!”

Alex and Rachel exchanged a look before Rachel grabbed Elizabeth by the shoulders and spun her around. “Class is that way, little girl.” Then, Rachel grabbed Elizabeth’s underwear by the exposed waistband and yanked it up as hard as she could. Elizabeth gasped in horror as Rachel lifted her up by her panties and exposed her backside to the group of teens behind her.

Oh my gawd! Alex can see my panties! They’re so embarrassing! It’s not fair...I’m not a little girl. Elizabeth thought to herself as tears began to stream down her cheeks. She kicked her legs until Rachel let her drop. Elizabeth could hardly stand being there a moment longer, but when she couldn’t find her purse she was at a loss.

“Looking for this, Lizzy? Can’t go to class without your cute little backpack can you?”, Rachel asked.

Elizabeth looked back to see Rachel holding a pink backpack with Elizabeth’s initials printed on the front. Defeated, Elizabeth reached for it only to have it pulled away from her by Rachel. “Ah ah ah, aren’t you gonna ask politely?”

“C-can I please have my backpack back, Rachel?”, Elizabeth asked.

“Sure. Always glad to help out an upset little girl.”, Rachel teased as she handed the bag back, “Oh and cute panties by the way. Your mommy certainly knows how to dress you.”

Elizabeth took the bag and ran away from Rachel and her friends. She could still hear them laughing as she turned the corner down the hall to her next class.

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It had been over ten years since Elizabeth had last been a middle-schooler. She dreaded what the rest of the day would have in store for her as she walked through the project decorated halls of the middle school classrooms. Her only solace came to her when she saw her new teacher’s name on the door: Ms. Preston.

Julia Preston was only a few years older than Elizabeth’s actual age. She too had received a lot of flak for her inexperience and youthful appearance; but thankfully for her, Ms. Preston never had to worry about vengeful students magically regressing her. In the few years she had worked at Vitae Academy, Julia had grown use to the jealous and sometimes lustful stares she received from the staff. Unlike Elizabeth she did not relish the attention.

Ms. Preston had shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair that she usually wore down. She dressed casually, but the natural curves that gave her a more motherly appearance were still well defined in the comfortable clothing she liked to wear. Her gentle and loving appearance was matched by her kind nature. Julia had been one of the few staff that had been nice to Elizabeth from the start. It was this fact that gave Elizabeth hope when she stumbled into her class and saw Ms. Preston behind the podium.

It was sometime before Elizabeth was able to get Ms. Preston alone. An entire hour of hand-raising, student interaction, and coming up to the board to solve math problems. By the time the bell rang Elizabeth had almost forgotten her task. She had grown distracted with her new friends, the cute boy that sat across from her, and thinking about the homework assignment that she had almost walked out the door with the rest of her classmates.

Oh gosh...what’ll happen if things keep up like this? I was all set to go to P.E….it is free day after all...I could play volleyball with Michelle and Emily…wha-n-no I have to ask Ms. Preston for help! Convince...Julia that I’m a grown up.

Elizabeth mustered her courage and approached Ms. Preston’s desk. It was difficult for her to feel like an adult dressed as she was and when Julia looked up, all she could see was a preteen girl fidgeting with her skirt.

“Can I help you, Lizzy?”, Ms. Preston asked.

“T-This is gonna sound crazy, but you have to believe me Julia! I’m not a kid! I’m a teacher, not some little girl still in middle school…”, Elizabeth pleaded, “I dress myself...I’m not a dumb kid…”, she continued; then when Ms. Preston continued to look at her confused, Elizabeth dropped her backpack to the floor and began to rifle through it. “L-Look, I can prove it!”

“Alright, I’ll hear you out Lizzy; but I ask that you don’t use my first name like that. Girls your age...I mean students...should address their teacher by their last name, okay?”

Elizabeth was reluctant to use any kind of vocabulary or take part in any action that might make her feel more childish. Whatever Rachel was doing to her was far more than just changing her clothes and how people saw her. She could feel herself growing use to her new age. Elizabeth had begun to have crushes on boys in her grade, she enjoyed writing notes to her friends, and she had found herself growing jealous of the more developed looking girls in her class. Nonetheless, Elizabeth gave into Ms. Preston’s demand; if only to make things quicker.

“Here!”, Elizabeth exclaimed. She held aloft a small rectangle of laminated plastic that looked a little more worn that she remembered. Ms. Preston took the piece of plastic and examined it, “And what does this prove, Lizzy?”

Elizabeth beamed, certain that she had found a way out of Rachel’s spell. “My teacher I.D.! It’ll have my picture as a grown up and my real age to prove everything.”

Julia looked down at the I.D. It was already worn despite being mere days into the school year. Most of her students had similar looking I.D.s; the exact reason why the younger grades didn’t get one. On the front was a picture of Elizabeth framed by a pink border that was labeled clearly: Sixth Grade. Her frizzy hair had been pulled back in the same scrunchy she had on now and, to Julia, she looked like an average eleven-year-old girl; though Julia figured she could use some tips on how to look more ladylike.

“This is a student I.D. sweetheart and you look the same as you do now...well it looks like you lost the braces. I bet you’re looking forward to next semester when you can take a new picture to show off those lovely straight teeth.”

“Wha-What? That can’t be right. I got my braces off years ago...in middle school...oh no…”, Elizabeth could feel her heart quicken as she began to panic. She just knew that the longer she was under Rachel’s spell, the harder it would be to convince others (and herself) that it wasn’t reality.

“You certainly have an active imagination, Lizzy. That’s admirable, but I think you should maybe let your creativity come out more in art class than situations like this.”, Julia said.

“I am an adult! Rachel cast a spell on my an-an-”

“Rachel? Your babysitter? Did she upset you? Is this why you’re so worked up?”

My babysitter?! I’m way to old to have one...aren’t I? Well...I did babysit Rachel when she was like thirteen, but...oh of course she would!

“That proves it Ms. Preston! Rachel’s doing this to me cause I use to babysit her. Her parents had me look after her until she was like thirteen and she hated me for it!”, Elizabeth explained.

“Uh-huh...so tell me, how old are you actually?”, Ms. Preston asked.

Elizabeth smiled, certain that she was gaining traction with Julia. “I’m...I’m uh…”

No no no! How could I have forgotten what age I am? I’m a grown up! I drive! An-an I teach big kids...s-so I have to be like...oh gosh...this isn’t fair…

“You’re…?”

Panicked, Elizabeth said the first thing that came to her mind, “Eighteen!”

Yes! That’s a big enough number. I remember now, you can smoke when you’re eighteen. That’s gotta be old enough.

Ms. Preston smiled at Elizabeth, finding herself more and more amused with Elizabeth’s antics. “Eighteen, huh? That’s impressive.”, Julia said; then after seeing the clock, she continued, “Though it’s getting close to the bell. Don’t want to be late for gym do we?”

Elizabeth’s smile quickly turned to a frown as Ms. Preston handed back her I.D. and began to push her toward the door. “B-But Ms. Prestooooooooooon! You’re s’pposed to believe me!”

“I believe you’re going to be late for your next class if you don’t hurry. Why don’t you finish the rest of your story in writing, hmm? There’s a creative writing contest next month. You get a free personal pizza just for entering!”

“F-Free pizza? B-but wait Ms. Pres--”, Elizabeth’s words fell on deaf ears as her teacher gently closed the door behind her.

I can’t even remember my own age! How is anyone gonna believe me...even my own stuff says I’m just a little girl…

Elizabeth walked to the school gymnasium in a huff, more upset than she would admit. She spent the next period sulking on the bleachers, braiding her classmates hair, and jealous of the older girls practicing for cheerleading tryouts on the other side of the gym. Rachel was among them, a clear shoe-in for next year’s cheer captain.

It’s not fair! She can talk to boys...and gets to wear real bras...and her mom probably lets her wear thongs! Elizabeth thought. She had to focus on her braiding to keep herself from growing too upset. Why am I even jealous of her?! I’m a grown up. I’ve worn thongs! I can wear heels. I totally kissed a boy...I think...I’m bigger than her...she’s just making me think I’m not...I’ll show he- The sound of the bell ringing made Elizabeth lose her train of thought. Her new friends got up and ran to get their bags, leaving Elizabeth alone as Rachel approached her.

Elizabeth could feel herself growing upset as she watched Rachel approach. She knew that she was older than her, but her childish clothes and being forced to attend sixth grade was beginning to make her feel how everyone else saw her. As much as she tried to muster the courage to stand up and look down on Rachel, Elizabeth could only sulk as the high-schooler stood over her.

“Come on, twerp. Your mom wants me to make sure you get to the car on time today. Said she was very disappointed in your behavior this morning and that you could use a little tough love.”, Rachel said, a devilish grin on her face. She grabbed the confused Elizabeth by the arm and began to drag her to car line.

“M-my mom?! What’s going on?”, Elizabeth asked.

Rachel laughed as they turned a corner and a row full of children and minivans came into view. “You’re eleven, Lizzy. That means you either ride the bus or your mommy and daddy drive you home; and given how protective they are of you...well you’ll see.”

As they neared a red minivan that looked oddly familiar to Elizabeth, they could see Elizabeth’s mother step out of the car and open the back passenger doors. She looked a little bit younger than Elizabeth remembered, but more or less unchanged. The same long brown hair that she always kept up in a messy bun, the same tank-top and running shorts she always wore to the gym. Only everything looked a little bit better on her slightly younger physique. Her younger sister Megan sat in the car next to her. She was a few years younger than Elizabeth’s perceived current age and had yet to hit puberty. Despite how Elizabeth had acted and had been subsequently treated, Megan was still the baby of the family. The eight-year-old girl had a fascination with ponies and spent most of her free time drawing and/or coloring them. She wore her long brunette hair down, usually held back with a hair-band, and tended to wear bright, flowy dresses. Unlike her mother, she was exactly how Elizabeth remembered her.

Rachel noticed Elizabeth’s confusion and explained, “Figured a younger mom would be a little more fitting for two daughters in elementary and middle school, hmm? I did the same to your dad too; though I imagine you’ll be too distracted by all the other new stuff in your home-life to notice.”

Before Elizabeth could ask what Rachel meant, her mother grabbed her by the arm and pulled her over to the side of the vehicle. Clearly upset, she began to admonish Elizabeth for her behavior, “Seriously Lizzy? Spanking a classmate. Telling everyone you’re a teacher? Stealing my clothes for your little stunt. What has gotten into you?!”

T-That still happened?! But Rachel made me younger...w-wha?!

Elizabeth quickly found herself picked up off her feet and laid across her mother’s lap. She looked around in shock as she realized that her mom was about to spank her in public. All around her was people Elizabeth knew: her sister, Megan, sat in the van next to her; Rachel stood nearby, a grin plastered to her face; faculty and students, some of them now her classmates, walked mere feet away on the sidewalk.

“N-No mom! Puh-please! It’s not my fault. R-Rachel She-”, Elizabeth cried. She kicked her legs and struggled, but her mother kept her pinned in her lap easily.

“Thank you so much for keeping an eye on her Rachel. I know it’s a lot to ask after all she’s done, but would you mind babysitting her over the weekend?”

“Her and Megan?”, Rachel asked.

“Well, even though she’s younger, Megan is in no way the handful Lizzy is. This one…”, Elizabeth’s mother paused to yank her panties down around her ankles. Elizabeth began to sob like a child as her mother exposed her rear and reddened her ass with the first of many spankings.

SMACK

“...this one here is the one that needs to be babysat. Megan just needs someone to watch after her. Much less work if you ask me. She doesn’t really ever need to be punished like Lizzy does.”

SMACK

“S-Suh-Stop! Everyone can see mom! WAHHHHHHHH!” Elizabeth burst into tears as her mother continued to spank her. Her crying only drew more attention and soon everyone nearby was aware of the preteen girl being spanked and crying like a baby in her mom’s lap.

It’s not fair! Rachel should be the one getting spanked, not me! I’ll never live this down...everyone’s gonna call me a baby! It’s not fair!

SMACK SMACK SMACK

“Ah, it’s no trouble, Mrs. Turner. I’m sure she’ll behave herself a little better after today. She just needs to learn to act her age a bit more.”

Elizabeth hardly noticed when the spanking had stopped. It was only when her mother had pulled her panties back up and stood that she realized she didn’t have to cry as much anymore.

“Megan, you can sit in the front today. Lizzy needs to learn a lesson so you can have the big girl seat up front with mommy.”

“Wha-but mom! That’s not fair! I always get to sit up front.” Elizabeth could hardly care about how childish she must have sounded or how immature she looked as she stomped her foot and pouted at her mother. She absentmindedly rubbed her sore bottom as she glared at Megan and then Rachel, but was quickly pushed into a seat by her mother before she could do anything else warranting a spanking. Elizabeth yelped as her mother pressed her into the chair and secured her seat belt.

Mrs. Turner practically slammed the minivan door shut and turned to Rachel to finish their talk. Elizabeth couldn’t make out what they were saying, but she began to realize that in her mentally regressed state whatever it was would only upset her.

A few minutes of quiet before Elizabeth’s mother returned. After getting in the car, she adjusted the rear-view mirror to better see her daughter and gave her a stern look that suggested she behave herself. Elizabeth was more than happy to oblige if only to keep herself from getting into more trouble.

The car ride home was quiet. Elizabeth couldn’t help but feel upset as they neared the home she grew up in. Being driven back home in the backseat of her mom’s minivan made Elizabeth feel like a child than anything else. In fact, she could hardly imagine how anything could make her feel worse. That was until she walked into the house and was then immediately grounded by her dad. Elizabeth ran to her room crying, slammed the door behind her, and flopped down on her bed. She buried her head in her pillow, scared of what other things Rachel had changed in her life. It wasn’t until she had spent almost an hour on the bed crying that she had to get up to use the restroom.

Elizabeth groaned as she turned on the overhead light and took in the posters of boy bands that covered the wall above her bed. Her sheets were white with large pink hearts decorating them. In the center of the room was a large yellow shag rug in the shape of a sunflower. Her wardrobe was a mess. Each drawer was slightly ajar, with clothes spilled out over the side into a pile of training bras and underwear that Elizabeth was unsure if they were clean or not. Near her bed was a white desk covered in books and magazines. Front and center was a bright pink journal with a sparkly pink pen attached to the side. Curious, Elizabeth opened the book and found ‘Lizzy’s Diary’ written in bubble letters on the first page.

It was hard for Elizabeth not to cringe as she flipped through the heavily decorated pages. Stickers and pen ink covered nearly every page until about three-quarters of the way through. It was there that Elizabeth had found an entry from the day previous that had detailed an entire plan on how to trick everyone into thinking she was a teacher. It even included a drawing of Rachel bent across her knee as she spanked her.

Rachel fabricated all this?! Ugh! She deserved that spanking! How did I get found out...did mom see my diary? Wait, no...there was no plan! Rachel used magic on me...right?

Elizabeth continued to look over the page. She suddenly found it hard to believe that magic and not the failed plan she had detailed before had caused her humiliation. Elizabeth knew Rachel had done something to her, but it was becoming hard to remember any details of being grown-up.

I-I need to stop her before it’s too late...maybe I can sneak out...but what if mom and dad catch me? I don’t wanna get in trouble again…

Aggravated, Elizabeth pulled the pen off the side of the book and began to write down her feelings. As silly as it felt to be a grown woman writing in a diary, it helped calm her after her long and stressful day. It wasn’t until she covered the page front in back in bubble letters and stickers that she realized she had spent almost the whole night writing in her diary.

“Time for bed Lizzy.” Her dad had opened the door enough to poke his head in. True to her word he looked a few years younger. The first few gray hairs he had a acquired in the last few years had disappeared and he looked as fit and rugged as she remembered him from her childhood.

Without realizing, Elizabeth answered him, “Okay, dad…”

“Try and be on your best behavior tomorrow, please? I don’t want to have to send you to your room for the night again.”

Elizabeth sighed and grabbed her pajamas from the floor (though she couldn’t imagine how she knew where they were in all that mess). After a hug and a kiss from her dad, Elizabeth changed into the baggy shirt and shorts that felt terribly familiar to her. She crawled into bed and turned the light out next to her. In a matter of minutes, she had already begun to drift off. Her thoughts were filled with Rachel and how she might get back at her, though she had no idea how.

I-I’ll get her tomorrow...I won’t...just let her...turn me...into some...dumb...ki--

[CONTINUED: Never Too Old To Be Taught A Lesson (Part 3) ]