She was wearing black tights, a short black skirt, a black and white Guinness top and her hair was in bunches. Her makeup had been done to make her look like a cat with the tip of her nose black and whiskers painted along her cheeks. Around her wrist was a piece of dark green cloth that Rogue liked to wear. Untying it a small piece of paper landed at Madelyn’s feet.
Picking it up Madelyn saw that it read: “Got you.”
Rogue
“No problem.” Madelyn declared to herself in the mirror. “Ill just get my clothes from Rogue’s room then get a lift to school with Logan.” She said turning to her makeup on top of the dresser for a removal wipe. She unfortunately didn’t see that her skirt was tucked into the top of her tights and that her ass was clearly visible to all.
Now fresh-faced Madelyn started for Rogue’s room before realising she forgotten to check to see if she still had her sweat pants hanging in her closet. She could have saved herself the trip because deep down the logical part of her brain was screaming ‘NO!’ despite the idiot’s optimism she felt. She moved past some the other students who were just waking up on another lazy Saturday morning and Bobby Drake, Iceman, whistled at her behind as she moved past.
Blushing uncontrollably but glad she had removed her diaper Madelyn sorted her skirt as she moved into Rogue’s corridor.
Madelyn didn’t even bother to open the door the just walked to the oak barrier and began to phase through. Pushing her hand against the wood she felt a slight resistance, as she always did at first, then the microns at the tips of her nails pushed through the wood then her nails then her fingers then her hands and then she was through.
And falling.
Rogue was nobody’s fool and she had proved it by leaving a trip wire about fifteen centimetres in front of the closed door. Anybody opening the door would have pulled down the trip wire but to Madelyn it was as if there was no door and because she was concentrating on moving her body out of the oak she had tripped over the electrical flex.
A Post-It Note stuck on the foot of Rogue’s bed just at Madelyn’s eye level told her. “Babies can’t walk so you must be a baby to read this. How wet is diaper?”
Madelyn stood up and brushed herself down. Her clothes weren’t lying anywhere obvious and after a quick check Rogue’s cupboards were bare. Madelyn was stuck in these clothes.
“I could try and borrow somebody else’s.” Madelyn said to herself.
“Madelyn.” She could hear the Professor’s voice. “Hurry up or you will be late for class.”
Sighing Madelyn moved back to her room to get her bag.
“A new look kid?” Logan growled as Madelyn hopped onto the back of his motorbike.
“An unfunny joke of Rogue’s.” Madelyn said as they roared off towards the school.
As Logan pulled into the school car park Madelyn drew a few envious looks, she didn’t notice that she also drew a few looks herself. Her new look certainly finding favour with the males that saw her. She saw Rogue standing at the door to the school waiting for her. Rogue was talking animatedly with Gabriel.
“So she is trying to get him as well.” Madelyn mused.
“You talking to me kid?” Logan asked not quite hearing properly.
“No just thinking out loud. Thank you Logan.” Madelyn chirped as he turned the motorcycle around and headed into town. Now Madelyn just had to figure out how to get Rogue back.
The bell rang and Gabriel moved inside, Rogue stood waiting for Madelyn who tried to move past her.
“That’s very brave of you sweetness.” Rogue whispered millimetres from her ear. “No diaper on. Unfortunately if you don’t have one on by the end of the first class I will be forced to have to put one on you in the corridor.”
Madelyn turned to her shocked. “You wouldn’t.”
“Just try me kitten.”
Madelyn moved off to Maths whilst Rogue strutted across to English.