Literature
Playtime
After the administrator finished her lengthy speech, the boys were ushered out of the auditorium. Audible groans and murmurs blanketed the air as they collectively grumbled about their fate. They’d all been regulated to the role of toddlers and infants, and there was nothing anyone could do. They weren’t even allowed to remove their pacifiers. Once they were relocated into the hallway they were then divided into smaller groups. Each group was headed by a teacher. With so many young men to sort out, the process took nearly an hour. John waited, still stewing in anger over the ruination of his life. In fact, he was so distracted he’d almost missed his name being called. Luckily for John he was assigned to a class with the boys from earlier. “Hello, boys I am Miss Plum, and I will be your teacher. We are heading to class, so if you went potty in your diaper let me know now.” Her sugary sweet tone failed to illicit anything more than embarrassed glances from the men. Well, almost all