I welled with sympathy for the poor sweet girl. I had forgotton how stupid and cruel kids could be.
"What bastards" I said under my breath.
I descreetly conspired to spy on the next table just behind where Arnett and Rose sat, watching for who the likely tormentor was. It was group of all boys and they each wore mischief grins. One caught notice of me, but rather than pipe down as I scowled at him disapprovingly he gave me a flirtious look.
I embrassedly drew my gase away and decided to concentrate on what was going on at the blackboard.

"Dick." I muttered again quietly, feeling utterly undermined. Socail situations seemed alot more complicated when you were a girl.

Madeline figured that since class was starting it was probably best to stop whispering. The teacher was oblivious, but pushing it was not a good plan. So she instead wrote on a piece of paper "I know how you feel, but be careful not to provoke anyone. It can get ugly if you do, and I hate to remind you, but your not in a position to safely play rabble rouser."

Then Madeline started taking notes again. Seh really hoped that lots of the sceintific terms were the same in English and French, cause honsetly she had no idea. That was one of the hard parts about learning a new langauge, the sheer amount of vocab you needed to know. Madeline new allot, but here she was getting a reminder of a large chunk that was missing. She noted that to Jo at teh top of the page "I don't know what most science terms are in English, maybe they're the same, I don't know, so you'll have to just make do. "

I complied to Madeline's request, she was quite right, I did need to be careful, it was difficult not to imagine that aside from her duties the headmistress might well have been waiting in the lab earlier just to see for herself if I was late or not.

As the lesson commenced myself and Madeline discovered alot of scientific terms were indeed the same in English and French and thankfully I'd already learnt most of the things being mentioned that made life easier. Somethings were in just French though and it was very difficult for Madeline to try an explain. Although she seemed to prefer trying tp explain things through words, I would have found it easier and suggested, diagrams. In the hope I would recognise the diagrams from science lessons years ago and be able to fill in the blanks from memory.
It was quite an interesting lesson because we were sort of teaching and learning from each other. I think we both felt it was a draining and frustrating effort though.

Towards the end of the lesson I recognised the sensations that I was peeing, if it had just started or had been happening a while I had no idea but I instantly shot up my hand in alarm and asked to be excused. Careful to try and modulate my voice so I didn't sound panicky like I was actually feeling.

Diagraming was not one of Madeline talents, she found, doing it slowed her down immensely. Fortunatly the material wasn't paticularly hard for her, although she had no idea if her drawings were of any good to Jo, or if they were just chicken scratches.

When Jo suddenly asked to be excuse she gave a small start. Both Arnett and Rose remained calm, but glanced at Jo worredly. They were all thinking the same thing.

The science teacher turned, looked at Jo, noticing her for the first time, and nodded, making a dismissive gesture with his hand, before returning to his own world.

I didn't waste any time and hurried out of the classroom as quickly as I could walk. I would have ran down the corridoor if I hadn't been warned against that by the headmistress that morning, so I again it was a brisk walk, acutely away of the continuing dampness spreading between my legs.

I made it to the private restroom and locked the door behind me, lifting my skirt to inspect the damage.
No leaks as far as the still dry panties I pulled down my legs were to go by. I squirmed as I did so, I was urinating heavier now, I could feel the warm wetness spreading up the front and back of my pull up. An anxious sweat was building on my brow as I worked to menourve myself over the toilet bowel and pull down my pull up.

I stared into the yellow stained padding pulled down between my spread claves and I cried for a minitue while my bladder voided over the toilet.

Robotically I cleaned up, but I didn't bother with oil and power this time. I'd used up my last pull-up, no way I was going to wear the droopy puffy thing, it would be cold and clamy.
So I tore the sides and sealed it away with the used wipes in a plastic bag, hidding it all away in my satchel.

I had imagined that the feel of just cotton panties against my body again would be a joy but it left me feeling paranoid, they seemed dreadfully thin.
I washed my hands and headed back to class.
I didn't feel safe at all. Hopefully I'd expelled all the fluids my body had to offer for the time being.
Tommorrow I'd have to bring more pull-ups.

Madeline was running several scenarios in her head. Did Jo have a pull-up left, or was that all of them. She was reminded of when Arnett had gotten her to watch Dirty Harry. Did she feel lucky? No, no she did not.

Rose and Arnett, not aware of the quite possible pull-up shortage, were focused on the lesson. Madeline tried taking more notes and drawing a useful diagram for Jo, to keep her mind off it. She wondered if Jo would return in a wet pull-up. She hoped not, that would be a one way ticket to a rash, but Jo hadn't always shown good common sense before now.

She really hoped the girl wasn't to distraught. Jo's wetting were a major source of stress for the poor girl, and after everything else that happened today, it might be to much for her.

Madeline shook her head, no point in worrying, deal with what came.

I tried to look on thr brightside, at least I'd made it back to class without bumping into the headmistress again, I think that would have been all too much for me.

I sat now neatly beside Madeline again, notcing with a grimance that the chairs felt alot harder when I wasn't wearing padding, I wondered how everyone else could but up with it all day. Then again everyone else hadn't had their bum massaged with baby oil consistantly so it was super soft.

'Your diagram looks alot neater.' I commented on a note, it was nice she had spent some time on it for me. Then after consulting the notes I needed to catch up on, I scribbled another note quickly asking if one of her French words was similar to an English word I was sure we both knew.

I didn't let on about the pull-up situation. I didn't want to worry her.

Then finally the day drew to a close. Teh science teacher considered giving a homework assignment, realized that would require him to collect and grade it, and thus simply sent them home. As usual the students went for the doors with the calm, dignity and organization of a stamped of buffalo.

Madeline waited a bit, and then lead her friends out into the hall. Rose and Arnett said their goodbyes and headed for home. Madeline paused a moment then said "Jo, I'm sorry, but I need to run for just a second. Be back soon. Just go to Colettes room."

After that she left, heading towards the first years classroom. The school was rapidly becoming empty as only a school can, but three girls approached Jo. One was a blond, with a pretty, if cruel face, the other two had black hair, and faces that were pretty, and devoid of itellegence. The blond lead the trio up to Jo. "So you're the English girl."

I was considering the most tactiful way to answer that question, it took a fair bit of resistance not to answer an ironic 'No' in English, for the girls giving me an uncomfortable vibe that suggested they were trouble.
Then again I knew for a fact I'd been really tense and paranoid all throughout the day, I decided to offer them the benefit of the doubt.

"Yes. My name is Jo. And yours?"

(If this next one bothers you, I can change it to somthing else)

"Mara, Sara, and I'm Kara-Sue." The blond girl gestured to each of her friends, then herself. "Not really here to talk English girl. Heard you were to good to learn the langauge before coming here anyway. But Mara here says you're just a diaper wearing baby under that arrogant english princess shell. I want to find out."

Then the two black haired girls each seized one of Jo's arms, shoving her against the wall. One put a hand over her mouth, and the other lifted her skirt. Using her own leg to pin Jo's, Kara-Sue yanked down the girls paties. "Mara you idiot, there are no diapers here. What is wrong with you?"

The one on the left, Mara, blushed and stuttered. "But I saw her wet herself, I was at Inez's, I saw her and I hid in the back row. And then I saw Madeline later go to Colette's house with a big bag, like the one that held all your diapers way back when you wet the bed."

Kara-Sue slapped her lacky. "I told you never to mention that. It was ten years ago. Lets get out of here, you idiot." She looked back at Jo for a second. "Don't say anything, baby panties, or else. " and then she and her two stooges released the girl and vacated the building.

Madeline returned. "Sorry I'm late Jo, there's an activity tommorow during the morning class I have to help out with. I was just getting the details. They want me to help act out a story for the little ones, you see... Jo, why are your panties around your ankles, and for that matter, where's your pull-up?"