Reyna Goes to Kindergarten

by bheat8112

Something's amiss at an elementary school. Children are disappearing, and so Artemis takes action. She turns Reyna into a kindergartner, makes Thalia her mother, and sends them in undercover. It's up to them to find out what's going on and put a stop to it. Meanwhile, Reyna struggles to adjust to her new body.

1. Chapter 1

As promised!

The one-shot in which Artemis sends Reyna undercover to kindergarten to investigate some disturbances.

PJOABDL

Did Reyna question why Artemis was sending her, amongst all the Hunters, on this little mission? Not really. She was the newest girl in the Hunt, and so she had to prove herself.

However, that sentiment was a bit ironic, given everything Reyna had already done. She'd been there during the Battle of Mt. Othrys during the Titan War, was elected praetor, ran the whole camp by herself for almost a year, dealing with the campers and Octavian, and then she'd led the legion into war against Gaea, flew across the Atlantic by herself on her faithful pegasus, ferried the Athena Parthenos across the planet with Nico and Hedge, finished that quest by single-handedly defeating the menace Orion, then led the legion into the final battle. After that, she led the legion through the early stages of the Imperial War, helped free Harpocrates and restore communication, and while she hadn't been there for the Battle of San Francisco Bay, as it had come to be called, that was because her leg had been shattered and the nature spirits had knocked her out.

All in all, Reyna had certainly proven herself to be a capable and competent warrior.

That was how Reyna needed to look at this: it wasn't that her lady Artemis doubted her and needed to prove herself, it was that she had already proven herself and Artemis decided she was the best one for this job.

"But as a kindergartner?" Reyna asked, trying to keep the uncomfortable whine out of her voice. "Why not the teacher's assistant? Or the substitute?"

Artemis's expression remained neutral, though Reyna was certain there was a little twinkle in those silver eyes. Though maybe that was just Thalia's nearby snickering that was making Reyna's mind play tricks on her.

"I suspect that the source of the disturbance is one of the children. Or at least, is disguising themselves as one of the children. Should you integrate as an adult, the culprit may become suspicious and cover their tracks. However, should you arrive as a classmate, their guard may be lowered enough that you can identify them, and neutralize them."

What was happening was that kids were disappearing from an elementary school, particularly the sixth graders, and Artemis had decided to take action. Find out what was going on, and put a stop to it. She suspected a mythical hand at word, either a rogue god or some sorcerer or monster.

Reyna nodded. "Okay. I'm ready."

Artemis waved her hand, and a silver glow enveloped Reyna. She felt tingly all over as the divine magic seeped into her and changed her form. Before the goddess and Thalia, Reyna proportions and dimensions shrunk and shrunk, until she was a five-year-old girl wearing the Hunter's garb.

Her little frame was lithe and athletic, no baby fat left on her. All her little teeth had grown in, though she was missing one of her front teeth on the bottom. Her hair had shrunk with her size, but was still in its braid over her shoulder. Her bra had vanished from her chest, which had also vanished with her child body, though her panties had shrunk to fit her much smaller hips.

"Oh my gods! You're so cute!" Thalia couldn't refrain from gushing at the sight of little Reyna.

The daughter of Bellona blushed. "I am not cute."

She blushed even harder at her high-pitched kiddy voice.

"I'm glad you think so, Thalia, because you will be Reyna's mother during this mission."

"I am!?"

"She is!?"

Thalia sounded excited, while Reyna sounded demoralized.

Artemis smirked. "Every little girl needs a mother. We can't have our budding young lady here going to kindergarten without a mommy to come pick her up, can we?"

Reyna supposed bringing up how Artemis could do that herself would be redundant, seeing as how Artemis knew very well she could do just that. Reyna looked at the grinning Thalia and sighed, resigning herself to having to pretend to be Thalia's daughter.

And yet, that really didn't seem so bad...

"Excellent," Artemis said. "Thalia, here are the school supplies you will need, your home address, and your ID."

"My ID?" Thalia accepted the little piece of plastic, and went rigid. Where Reyna had been made younger, Thalia got older, going from a fifteen-year-old girl (physically), to a woman in her mid-twenties, perfect for looking like Reyna's mother. Or adopted mother, seeing as how Thalia retained her freckles, her electric blue eyes, and her punk-styled black hair.

"Good luck, Thalia Grace, and daughter Reyna Grace."

Reyna balked at what her goddess had just said. "Reyna Grace!? Wha-?"

Artemis waved her hand and the girls disappeared from her tent.

PJOABDL

The new mother-daughter pair appeared in their new house. One-story, big yet cozy, with the living room in the middle of the house, the kitchen/dining room connected, with the master bedroom likewise connected but opposite from the kitchen, and the other bedrooms and bathroom down the length of the hall. All the furniture had a distinct outdoors theme, with antlers and carving of animals.

It smelled like pine trees in here, which made Reyna giggle and Thalia frown.

Thalia looked down her nose at the little ex-praetor. "I will bring you over me knees and give you a spanking, young lady."

Reyna quieted. "We need to establish some rules. I mean, we are on a mission."

Thalia nodded. "Okay. When in private, we're sisters in the Hunt, friends and equals. Out in public, we're mother and daughter, meaning you act like a rambunctious little brat, and I will reign you in. With a belt if I have to."

"Thalia."

"Relax," the elder Hunter said with a grin. "Let's go get some practice in. We need to get your school supplies, and this list here says there's a dress code for the school, so we'll need to get the right clothes. Collared shirts, navy or khaki pants/shorts/skirts/dresses-those last two only for girls-and some casual day clothes for you too, and some pajamas. So let's go!"

Reyna yelped when Thalia effortlessly scooped her up and placed her on her hip, holding her just a mother did with her little girl. Reyna blushed a little bit, but didn't protest being carried. It was kind of nice, really...

"Nice car," Thalia said appreciatively.

In the driveway of their new home was a sleek, shiny, black Cadillac Escalade. She produced the key from her pocket and unlocked it, the passenger door sliding open to reveal a booster seat.

"You are just five," Thalia said with a grin at Reyna's grumbling. "State law dictates that a person your height and weight needs to be sitting in a booster seat."

"I'm a Hunter of Artemis, and immortal outside of battle. I don't need a booster seat."

"Meh, Lady Artemis gave us this car, with that booster, so you're going to use it. You don't want to disrespect our goddess, do you?"

Reyna rode in her booster seat to the nearest Walmart.

It was busy, as it was Saturday afternoon and the townsfolk were getting their shopping done for the weekend. Thalia found a parking spot and helped Reyna out of her booster seat.

"I can walk," Reyna insisted when Thalia made to carry her.

"Okay. Suit yourself. Do you wanna ride in the buggy?"

"...no," Reyna said after a moment of hesitation.

She had never gotten the chance to ride in the buggy growing up with her manic father. It sure did look fun...

They went inside the store and Thalia got a buggy. "Hold on right here, sweetie."

Reyna glowered as Thalia made her hold onto the buggy. As if she'd go running off like some irresponsible child. This was all just an act; Thalia didn't need to be so motherly-not that Reyna enjoyed it or anything. It was just annoying.

Their first stop was the school supply aisle, as that was the easiest. Thalia got the standard things, like pencils, erasers, glue sticks, markers, a spiral, some folders, scissors, etc., and then they went to the girl's clothing.

"Oh, perfect!" Thalia said, looking at the uniform racks.

Among those collared shirts were several purple ones. Reyna eyed those as well, attracted to the purple. Thalia matched the size on the polo's tags to the tag on Reyna's shrunk Hunter shirt, and put five of them in the buggy. Moving over to the bottoms, Thalia got three khaki shorts, pants, and skirts, three navy shorts, pants and skirts, and two of the navy dresses and two of the khaki dresses.

Jumper in style, all four with pleated skirts.

Pajamas and day clothes had a limited selection on account of the fact that this time, the only clothes Walmart had in Reyna's size were all Disney Princess themed. Thalia loaded up on t-shirts, shorts, skirts, jeans, and more dresses.

"Isn't this too much?" Reyna asked as she stared uncertainly at the growing pile of laundry. "I mean, this should only take, like, a week. Maybe two. It shouldn't take that long to find out what's behind the disappearances and put a stop to it. You're loading up like we're going to spend the entire semester on this mission."

"And we might just do that," Thalia shrugged. "You never know. Besides, you're a Hunter. You know how much better it is to over prepare than under."

Reyna couldn't argue that. The Hunters always loaded up before a hunt, bringing with them excess gear and supplies to account for any situation. Though it helped when they could magically store things, which eliminated weight and bulk.

After outfits, Thalia went over to the underwear aisle, making Reyna swallow.

"Okay. Pick your panties." Thalia grinned.

"Can't you just pick? I mean, you picked everything else for me."

"Yes, that's because I'm your mother now, and I need to teach you how to coordinate the clothes that people see. Your underwear, on the other hand, is all on you, since nobody should ever be seeing your underwear besides you and me."

"Why are you going to see my underwear?" Reyna asked with a furious blush.

"Because I'm your mother now," Thalia repeated, slower this time. "And you are five. I will be the one doing your laundry, which means I will be washing all your dirty undies, putting away all your clean undies, and if you have an accident, I will be the one that has to clean you up."

"I am not going to have an accident!" Reyna insisted. "And just because I'm five doesn't mean I can't do my own laundry."

"Okay, short stack." Thalia reached out pointed at the rows of underwear. "Do you want the My Little Pony ones, the Scooby Doo ones, the Spirit ones, the Disney Princess, the Frozen, the Moana, or the-ooooh! The Elena of Avalor panties, perfect!"

Reyna crossed her arms. "So because I'm from Puerto Rico, and Hispanic, the Elena panties are the ones that perfect for me?"

"No, it's because you and I binge-watched the whole first season last week."

Reyna shifted in remembrance. That had been a good day, spending it all with Thalia, watching the children's show, laughing and giggling over it.

There were seven pairs in the package of underwear, and Thalia grabbed two of them for a total of fourteen panties, more than enough for Reyna's daily activities. Thalia also went ahead and grabbed a value pack of ten pairs of white, no-show socks.

"Do you think we need get you some pull-ups?" Thalia asked in off-handed manner.

Reyna squeaked and her face glowed a bright red. "Wha-!? Huh!? Why would-how do you-why would I-pull-ups?"

Thalia laughed. "My goodness! What was all that? I just asked if you needed some pull-ups, no reason to get that excited."

"But I don't need pull-ups! I'm a big girl!"

"Well, during the day, you don't need pull-ups, but what about at night? You're body's different now, Reyna. You might have accidents while you sleep."

"I do not wet the bed! I won't wet the bed!"

"Good. I hope not, anyway, because if you do wet the bed, after I suggested we get pull-ups as a precaution, I am going to spank you."

"I'll take that bet," Reyna huffed.

On their way back through the store to the front, Reyna felt a sudden pressure in her lower tummy, one so big it made her stop.

"What's wrong sweetie?" Thalia asked. "Need to potty?"

Reyna just nodded, deicing not to waste her energy on Thalia's terminology.

The daughter of Zeus rolled back in the opposite direction to the back of the store where the restrooms were, Reyna learning the hard way that her five-year-old body did not have the same strength as her seventeen-year-old body. It honestly well and truly felt like she was going to burst here in the middle of the store, flooding and filling her pants.

Thalia got to the restrooms, and though there was a sign that said no merchandise allowed, Thalia ignored it. She also went into the family restroom which had a door that locked. Inside, the toilet at least appeared clean, but that didn't stop Thalia from setting down one of the paper protectors.

"Thalia, we're immortal," Reyna whined as she squirmed and shifted, trying to hold it. "We can't die from infections!"

"What kind of mother would I be if I let my little angel sit where someone else's nasty butt has been?"

"What kind of mother wastes time with stupid things like that when her little angel is about to explode into her pants?"

Thalia rolled her eyes. She reached forward to undo Reyna's jeans, but she backed away.

"I can do that myself," she asserted.

"Go for it."

And Reyna went for it. Straining, trying to keep her pants clean and dry, she fiddled with the button on her jeans, but it quickly became apparent that her little fingers weren't as nimble as her teenage ones. Reyna started grunting and groaning as she desperately tried to get her button undone. Angry, frustrated tears came to her eyes, until she finally had something a meltdown where she just threw her hands up with a frustrated shout, those angry tears spilling down her cheeks.

Thalia intervened, deftly unbuttoning Reyna's pants, undoing her zipper, yanking them down, then her underwear. Thalia picked Reyna up by her armpits and set her on the toilet. Not a second too late, as Reyna's butt barely hit the paper shield before her butthole exploded with a loud fart that echoed through the bathroom, followed by a big splash, followed by a waterfall.

Thalia couldn't help but giggle at it all. The sound, the stench, little Reyna sitting there with her little legs dangling a foot from the floor, her jeans and panties bunched around her ankles. Speaking of panties, Reyna had been wearing a thong before he transformation, and it had shrunk with her. The sight of a thong sized for a five-year-old was both weird and humorous to Thalia.

"Who knew my little angel could make something so stinky?" Thalia teased.

Reyna blushed. The stink of her poop wafting out of the bowl below her was indeed strong.

When she finished, Thalia asked if Reyna needed help wiping, but Reyna obviously refused. She hopped from the potty and started fiddling with the Walmart standard issue toilet paper, yanking huge swaths of the white butt napkins out before tearing the length, folding it all up into a thick square that was guaranteed to not rip. Reyna dragged it between her little legs, going from her front and up her crack as was necessary. She tossed the dirty paper into the toilet, and repeated the process several times before she impatient and fed with the little streaks that just wouldn't stop appearing on the paper, and she just gave up.

She yanked her little thong back into place, then her jeans, once more struggling with the button until Thalia helped do it for her again.

Reyna flushed and was grateful that her mess actually vanished down the U-bend instead of getting clogged. She washed her hands, making Thalia nod.

"Good girl! Gold star on your potty chart today."

"But I'm already potty trained!"

"Exactly."

They exited the restroom and went up to the register. Thalia checked out using a silver credit card. They went back home and got Reyna's clothes going through the wash, and eventually into her closet and dresser. Luckily, money had not been wasted, as where Reyna had been (strangely enough) supplied with toys and bedding, she had not been provided clothes. Artemis must've been playing a joke on them or something.

Thalia ordered pizza for dinner, and booted up Disney+ on the TV in the living room. She scrolled through until she got to the Elena show, and hit play, starting from the episode they had been on the last time they watched the show together. It was around this time that Reyna started to try discreetly scratching at her butt, a newfound itch having flared up.

Thalia pretended not to notice, but she had a good idea as to what was going on.

The pizza arrived and the girls chowed down. At nine o'clock, Thalia declared bedtime.

"No lip, young lady. You're a growing five-year-old now, and tomorrow's your first day of kindergarten. You need to be well rested to meet your new classmates. And to deal with whatever is going on inside that school."

Reyna wanted to argue, but a stern look from Thalia made her change her mind.

Thalia stood over Reyna as she had to stand on a stool in order to see herself in the mirror so she could brush her teeth, and the whole time, Reyna was shifting and fidgeting, her hand strafing over her itchy butt. She also had a pretty good idea of why her butt was so itchy, and she really didn't want Thalia to investigate.

"Are you going to the movies?" Thalia asked.

Reyna paled. She hadn't been discreet enough. "No..."

"Then why do you keep picking your seat? Is there something I need to look at?"

"No..."

"Reyna."

"Maybe..."

"When you were wiping earlier, did you wipe it all? Was the potty paper clean before you pulled your undies back up, or was there still a little bit of poop?"

Reyna hesitated in answering.

Thalis shrugged and stepped forward. She stuck two fingers down the back of Reyna's pants, tugged them out, and lifted the bottom of her shirt for a clear view down into the seat of Reyna's underwear. Sure enough, the bend of that thong was all browned.

"You did not wipe yourself all the way clean," Thalia announced, letting Reyna's waistbands snap back into place. Thalia gave Reyna a sharp smack on her bottom, making her yelp. "You do not stop wiping until you get all the poop. That's how you end up with a rash and an itchy butt. Do you understand me, young lady?"

"Yes, Mommy," Reyna instantly said, then she blinked.

Where had that come from so suddenly? Even Thalia looked a little surprised that Reyna had just called her 'mommy.'

"Er, right. Finish with your teeth and let's get you cleaned up properly this time."

Reyna finished brushing her little teeth, and Thalia asked, "How about we sit on the potty one more time, yeah? Get anything else out of your system."

Reyna nodded. This time she was determined to undo the button of her jeans by herself. The was former praetor of the Twelfth Legion and a Hunter of Artemis for gods' sakes! Even as a five-year-old, she had to be able to successfully take her jeans on and off. And this time, she did. Reyna beamed brighter than the Sun, full of pride in her accomplishment. Then she blushed.

She, a teenage girl with superpowers, proud of herself for unbuttoning her jeans without help.

Thalia's enthusiastic clapping didn't help.

Reyna took her sneakers off, then she stepped out of her jeans and dirty thong, and occupied the throne for a few minutes, only a little dribble of pee coming out of her. Thalia wiped her this time, using a wet wipe to go between Reyna's cheeks to wipe away the leftover poop from earlier, flushed, washed her hands, and followed Thalia to her bedroom, where Thalia got out a pair of Elena panties to wear for the night, and one of the pajama gowns she'd bought earlier today.

Thalia got down on a knee and held the panties open. She winked at the halfway naked Reyna. The daughter of Bellona rolled her eyes, but complied. She settled her hands on Thalia's shoulders for balance, put one foot in, then the other foot, and Thalia pulled Reyna's panties up into place. She helped Reyna take her shirt off, and the little girl poked demurely at her flat chest.

"Don't worry, they'll grow in one of these days," Thalia joked.

Reyna stuck her tongue out at her mommy.

Thalia fit the gown over Reyna's head, pulled back her covers, tucked her in, and gave her a kiss goodnight.

Reyna sighed as Thalia shut her door, leaving her in darkness. She didn't need a nightlight because she was still a big girl, and the dark didn't scare her.

Boy, this whole little girl thing was going to take some getting used to. Perfect motivation for taking care of business and getting this mission finished. The lives of several twelve-year-old sixth graders were in danger; they were missing, and who knows what was happening to them.

It was on Reyna's shoulders to fix this.

PJOABDL

Come morning, Reyna woke to a cold feeling beneath her, coupled with a strong, sour smell that she was quite familiar with, living with wolves and tracking animals by their waste.

Reyna threw her covers off and stifled a shocked and horrified scream. There was a huge dark stain covering the whole area of her bed around her butt, with the inside of her sheet stained as well. Her underwear was cool and clammy, clinging to her skin, as was the back of her nightgown all the way up where her ribcage began.

It had really happened.

She wet the bed last night.

Reyna's enhanced ears heard footsteps across the carpet outside, and she made the rush decision to hide back under her covers and just hope Thalia didn't smell Reyna's sour tinkle stench.

The door gently opened, Thalia taking care like a proper mother to not just barge through the door and violently wake her daughter. Thalia paused in the doorway, and Reyna heard her sniff the air.

"So. Do I need to come over there and take your blankets off, or are you going to tell me the truth like a good girl?"

"It's not like I wet myself on purpose," Reyna retorted, ending the charade before it could really begin.

She moved her covers aside to expose the large urine spot, and slid out of bed, her gown clinging to her.

"I know you didn't do it on purpose. That's why they're called accidents. This is also why I suggested we get some pull-ups."

Reyn squirmed at the mention of the training diapers.

"You don't know your body anymore, Reyna," Thalia said. "This isn't an illusion or a trick of the Mist, okay? Lady Artemis well and truly transformed you into a little girl, just like she well and truly turned that boy into a jackelope three months ago. You don't know yourself anymore. Just yesterday, you barely held your poop in to make it to the bathroom, you couldn't get your jeans undone, and that was so stressful to your little body that you started crying out of frustration. Not to mention how you lost patience with wiping your own ass, which is how you ended up with what basically amounts to a diaper rash. Your muscles aren't as strong as they used to be, and neither in your emotional constitution. Now, go take a shower while I get started on cleaning this up."

After that totally demoralizing speech about her newfound lack of strength and control, Reyna dragged her feet across her room, her head hung low. She couldn't believe this. Her, the praetor of the legion, Orion-slayer, and so many other badass titles...had just wet the bed.

When Reyna got passed Thalia, Thalia bent down and hugged Reyna.

"It's alright, though. We're going to figure this out and save those kids, got it?"

Reyna nodded.

Thalia kissed the top of her head. "That's my girl. On you go, now. You smell like pee."

"I can't imagine why."

"None of the sass, young lady, unless you want me to schedule you an appointment with Mr. Belt and Mrs. Paddle."

Reyna scampered to the shower, stripped of her wet clothes and left them in the sink after turning the water on so it could get hot, and then bathed, washing the night's pee off her little body. She eventually made it back to her room to find the covers and fitted sheet were gone, and sprinkled all over the pee spot was baking soda solution, no doubt to pull the urine out of the material and clear out the smell.

Thalia had laid out Reyna's clothes for the day further down her bed. A clean pair of her new Elena panties-today's pair were white with orange waist and leg holes, with a little portrait of Elena striking a pose on the front, below the bellybutton-a pair of the white socks, one of the purple polos, and one of the khaki jumpers. Reyna frowned a little bit at the dress.

She knew why Thalia had laid it out for her: it didn't have any buttons that she needed to fiddle with when she needed to go potty.

But neither did the skirts. The skirts all just had cinches along the inner waistband to tighten them up...cinches that had buttons.

Good gods, Reyna really needed to get her coordination back with her tiny five-year-old fingers. Not being able to unbutton her pants was just humiliating...so was wetting her bed at her age...technically her age. She was supposed to be seventeen, after all.

Reyna put her clothes one for the day, finding her little brief-style undies to have a strange feel to them after wearing thongs for the majority of the past four years. She went to the kitchen to find that Thalia had already made a breakfast of some Eggo waffles, a sliced apple, and some apple juice. Reyna also found that her lunch had been packed for her, and so had her backpack for the day.

Elena of Avalor themed, of course.

Reyna eyed her bag, thinking it looked a little too puffy for schools supplies. She grabbed it and opened the biggest pouch, and she blinked. "Um, why is there a whole outfit stuffed in here?"

Another polo, the other khaki dress, socks, and even a change of underwear.

"In case you have an accident, for one, and I read up on the school's policy: kids in second grade and lower are required to bring changes of clothes with them. Which ties back to the first point. In case they have an accident."

Reyna really hated how she couldn't argue that she wasn't going to have an accident given that she'd already wet her bed. She couldn't be sure she wouldn't have a daytime accident, too, given her weakened state of muscular control.

Reyna ate her breakfast and managed to not dirty her face. She brushed her teeth, sat on the potty for a few minutes to see if anything would come out, and nothing did, and so she and Thalia were off to drop Reyna at her new school so she could begin her mission in earnest.

Now, this was not the first day of school. It was actually in the later days of September, the semester well underway at this point. The story was that Reyna was transferring per the job of her mother Thalia.

Criswell Elementary was the name of the school, and it hosted grades K-6th. Obviously, it was under fire for the disappearances of its sixth graders, but since the disappearances weren't taking place on campus, they hadn't closed yet. As for why Reyna was a kindergartner as opposed to a sixth grader, well...

"Good morning, class!" Reyna's new teacher, Ms. Sherman, said.

"Good morning, Ms. Sherman!" about two dozen little disjointed and inharmonious voices responded in a broken chorus.

"We have a new student today. This is Reyna."

"Hi, Reyna!" shouted the class.

Reyna waved at her new classmates. "Hello."

"There's an open seat over there, sweetie."

Reyna went to occupy it, and the little girl to her left leaned over and whispered.

"I'm Abbey. You're going to love it here."

"I think I will, too," Reyna said with a smile.

Well, hopefully not. Hopefully this wouldn't take any more than a week and then she'd be back to hunting big game and monsters.

"Today, you'll be getting your Buddies!" Ms. Sherman announced to the excitement of the class. Looking directly at Reyna, the teacher said, "Here at our school, we have a buddy program between our kindergarten class and our sixth-grade class."

Reyna's heart skipped a beat in excitement. That made things easier. She smiled at the teacher. "Cool!"

"However, that won't be happening until after naptime, so let's get started with today's work."

Reyna couldn't really say what she expected from a kindergarten curriculum, but identifying colors and shapes, animals, parts of animals-like tail, nose, paw-adding numbers that went no higher than 26, writing out the alphabet, and then having imaginative playtime, were not what she expected. It seemed a little too dumbed down, but it wasn't like she had any experience with kindergarten.

She'd grown up in a house with an insane ghost for a father.

She and Abby got along great. Well, as great as a seventeen-year-old demigoddess hero and true five-year-old little girl could. It was really hard for Reyna to keep entertaining the child for such a prolonged period of time, her more mature mind putting her way too far ahead of Abby.

At 10:00 AM, Ms. Sherman declared it was potty time, and lined the class single-file at the door in alphabetical order, with Reyna at the fifth spot due to her "last name" Grace. The techer led the class down the hall and around a corner to the restrooms, where the lined the girls up by the girls' restrooms, and did the same with the boys. Letting only three go in at a time, Ms. Sherman split herself between the two, making rounds from one restroom to the other, making sure the little five-year-olds didn't need help with anything, weren't making any messes, and were exercising proper hygiene.

For Reyna, being the fifth child in the overall line, but the second child in the girl's line, meant she got to go do her business first. The school potty was much smaller than the one in Walmart because it was tailormade for the body proportions of small children. Even so, her feet still dangled off the ground. A little girl occupied the stall on Reyna's left, and Abby occupied the stall to Reyna's right. There was a fourth stall further down, the big, wide open one, but with only three girls at a time in here, it was unoccupied.

Reyna sat on the potty, peeing and pooping like a big girl with her dress hiked up around her and her underwear bunched around her ankles. It was a really weird thing to Reyna as she sat there and got to listen to the sounds of the other girls' potties as they also dirtied the water with their waste. Abbey got done first, and when she hopped down from her potty, Reyna was able to the see the bottom of her legs through the gaps in the stall and the floor.

She gasped, because bunched around Abby's ankles wasn't a pair of panties, but a pink-and-white, Dora the Explorer-themed, Pampers Easy-Up training diaper. Yes, Reyna knew the difference between a Pampers pull-up and a Huggies pull-up.

Reyna was confused. Abby was five like she was, so why was she wearing a pull-up during the day? Was she not fully potty trained? Did she just not like big girl underwear? And why Pampers? And...did she have changes in her backpack?

Reyna bit her lip. Was she really thinking about stealing her new friend's diapers?

The daughter of the mighty Roman war goddess shook her head. She needed to focus. She was on a mission. She was here to get to the bottom of why kids were going missing from the school, not indulge in her...secret thing.

Reyna hopped off the potty, wiped, flushed, and washed her hands, joining the bubbly Abby back in the hall where they sat against the far wall as they waited for the rest of the class to finish going potty. Reyna didn't say anything about Abby's Pampers, and the girl either didn't care at all that Reyna had seen her, didn't know Reyna had seen her, or, like a typical child, just didn't care at all if anyone saw her in her underwear, even if her underpants were basically a diaper.

Potty time soon concluded, the class filed back to the room, and then it was lunchtime at 10:50. Reyna sat with Abby and let the girl talk the whole time, offering the occasional nod and an mm-hm here and there. After lunch ended at 11:25, the kindergarten was filed into an adjacent room to watch an episode of Arthur, and then when the episode ended, it was naptime.

It must've been her little body, but Reyna was tired after the day's activities, and welcomed the chance for a nap.

Ms. Sherman pulled out numerous vinyl-covered mats-not at all luxuirous, but they were comfy enough-and Reyna noticed how about a third of the class was escorted out by another member of the faculty, their backpacks in hand. Ms. Sherman came up to Reyna and gently lead her aside.

"Sweetie, do you wear a pull-up when you sleep? It's naptime, and we don't want you having an accident and getting your pretty dress all dirty."

Reyna froze. Oh, gods, how did she answer this? She'd wet last night, but that was a whole night of sleep, and this was just a nap. Surely the differences in time would mean her body wouldn't release, right? And who was to say she was a true bedwetter; last night could've just been a fluke, a one-time thing, her body just getting adjusted to its new form. No, Reyna wasn't a bedwetter. It had just been a single accident.

Reyna shook her head. "No, ma'am. I'm a big girl."

"Well, even big girls can have accidents, sweetie, but if you're sure then go ahead and get some sleep sweetie."

Reyna nodded, confidant in her toileting prowess. The other kids soon returned, but nothing was different about their outer appearance. They were obviously the bedwetters of the class and had gone to change into their pull-ups for naptime. With everyone now present, the teacher dimmed the light and started playing soft, lulling music.

Reyna let it wash over her, and soon she was fast asleep.

She dreamed of swimming, strangely enough. Even stranger, she dreamed she was swimming against Percy of all people, and Jason, and Octavian was there for some reason, and so was Annabeth, Piper, and Thalia. Huh, even in her subconscious, Reyna recognized these people as those she'd had romantic feelings for, however small. As she swam, she noted how the water was pleasantly warm around her. She swam and swam, somehow outpacing the son of Poseidon in his own element, and when she neared the finish line of the pool, the world seemingly started to shake, and the warm water started to drain, turning into a whirlpool.

Reyna got sucked down into the vortex, down into the darkness, and that's when her eyes popped open. Ms. Sherman had been shaking her, and now she was awake.

"Oh, sweetie," she said sympathetically. "You did need a pull-up."

Reyna popped straight to her feet and gasped. It was true. She'd peed all over the place while she napped. The vinyl mat hadn't absorbed a thing, but her clothes had. Due to how she'd been sleeping, her pee had spread across the whole bottom of the back of her dress, and then up the back of her dress all the way to her shoulder blades, soaking her shir in the process. The vinyl had repelled most of her pee, and her clothes had only been able to absorb so much, and so what was left had pooled on the mat and leaked over the sides and into the carpet.

Maybe it was the humiliation of wetting her pants at school as a teenager, or maybe it was her new emotional constitution as a little girl, but Reyna burst into tears, prompting Ms. Sherman to wrap her in a loose hug, placing her arms around Reyna's neck so she didn't get pee on herself.

"Shh, shh. It's okay. It's just an accident. Let's go get your bag and get you to the nurse, okay? We'll get you all cleaned up and back in dry clothes in no time."

Reyna sniffled and nodded. The teacher went over to the hooks on the wall and got Reyna's Elena backpack, then she escorted her out of the quiet kindergarten room and to the front office where the clinic was. The office admins were all women, and the sight of the sniffling Reyna and her kindergartner teacher with her backpack immediately drew their attention, and their gazes became sympathetic when they saw Reyna's backside and the huge, darkened stain across the whole rear of her dress.

The sour urine smell didn't help.

Ms. Sherman rounded the corner of the office, and the clinic was down the short hall on the right. The door was open, but she knocked on the frame to get the nurse's attention.

"Oh, dear," Ms. Thompson said, putting two and two together. "Accident?"

"Unfortunately."

Ms. Serman gently turned Reyna around to expose the pee-stained back of her dress.

"Just pee? Or did she poop?"

"Just pee," Ms. Sherman answered.

Reyna was getting a little incensed as the adults talked about her like she wasn't standing right there in wet clothes.

"Okay. I'll take it from here. Thank you, Ms. Sherman."

"Mm-hm. Reyna, be good for Ms. Thompson, okay? She'll get you all cleaned up in no time."

Reyna nodded, and her teacher left her in the care of the nurse.

"Come on, sweetie," she said.

Reyna followed her deeper into the clinic, through a door at the back of the office space with the cabinets and beds to a bathroom area that has a toilet within a stall, a sink with a cabinet beneath it and a mirror above it, a tall shelf lined with all sizes of shirts and pants, and a shower area with a curtain.

The nurse got the shower going and closed the curtain so water didn't spray everywhere. She went to the sink, and Reyna's eye got critical. She might've been distraught about her second sleeping accident, but she had enough presence of mind to remember she was still on a mission to save the lives of several kids. When the nurse got down on a knee and opened the cabinet, she opened the door and positioned her body in such a way that Reyna wasn't able to see inside the cabinet. You could've chalked that up to that was simply how the nurse opened the door, except for the fact that Reyna suddenly felt a tinge of magic in the air when the door opened that hadn't been there before.

She needed to investigate that cabinet when she got the chance.

The nurse came out of there wearing some blue gloves. "Okay, sweetie. Let's get you out of those wet clothes. Or can you do it yourself?"

"I can manage," Reyna said quickly.

A) she wasn't so helpless as to be unable to undress herself, B) she didn't want this woman whom she barely knew to see her naked, and C), as it now stood, Reyna did not trust the nurse. Due to the magic that had surrounded the cabinet when the door opened, and the fact that the magic was gone, Ms. Thompson was now the No.1 Suspect.

Ms. Thompson. "Okay. Got your clean clothes in your bag?"

Reyna nodded.

"Alright then. I'll go get a sack for your clothes. Shower for as long as you feel like, sweetie. When you're done, dry off, get dressed, and go back to class. Okay?"

"Okay."

"See? You are a big girl since you can do all that yourself! Don't let this little accident get you down. Just be sure to bring a pull-up with you tomorrow for naptime, hm?"

Reyna's heart jumped in her chest at the thought of actually wearing a pull-up tomorrow. Tonight, even. "Y-Yes, ma'am."

Ms. Thompson left Reyna to her own devices. The little Huntress stripped, found the soap and the towels, set the towel outside the shower, got in, washed herself clean of all her pee, and shut the shower off at the same time the nurse returned with that bag. Apparently, instead of washing her wet clothes for her, they were just going to send them home with her, stinking up her personal atmosphere with the sour tinkle smell.

"Oh, done already? Are you sure you washed yourself good?"

Reyna was slightly annoyed with all the patronizing adults in her new life. Were today's five-year-old's really so incapable as to be doubted whether they could bathe properly?

Well, just yesterday she had proven she was a five-year-old girl that couldn't wipe her butt properly, since she'd given up without wiping all her poop away and ended up with an itchy crack and a rash.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm sure."

"Okay, sweetie. I'm setting the bag right here. You see?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Okay."

The nurse left.

Reyna finished drying off and got her backpack, pulling out her spare clothes. She couldn't believe she actually had to do this, especially for the reason she had to. If she had been pushed into the mud at recess or something, that was one thing. But actually wetting herself?

And then there was what the nurse had asked: did she poop.

Lady, I can snap you in half, Reyna vindictively thought to herself as she got dressed, I'm the reason you're even alive right now.

Which was true. Reyna's role in the wars had contributed strongly to the favorable outcomes.

Of course someone like her would not have pooped herself. Reyna would never poop herself. That was too low. Way too low.

Reyna shook her head. She needed to focus. She got dressed in her spare panties and school clothes, and then went straight over to the sink counter. She reached for the doors to open them, but then jumped away as if burned when she heard the sound of rapid footsteps outside. The door was thrown open to reveal the nurse, a severe expression on her face.

Reyna looked up from where she was standing, folding her soaked clothes to put them away. "I'm okay," she asked in a confused voice.

"Good. Just checking in on you."

The nurse left.

Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with that one.

Reyna returned to class after stuffing her wet clothes down inside her backpack, and not a moment too soon because the sixth graders were all here now. Reyna noted how humongous they all were compared to her current size. When she had been the praetor, she had been the one to oversee the admission of all new recruits into the legion. The average age had been twelve, of course, and they had all seemed so small then. Now the twelve-year-olds towered over Reyna, seeming like giants to her.

And she would know, she strangled one to death.

"Just in time, Reyna," Ms. Sherman smiled. "I was just about to tell everyone who their Buddies are."

Reyna nodded and went to her chair by Abby.

"Did you have an accident?" she asked without an ounce of tact. "It's okay. I had an accident too, but I was wearing my sleepy undies. Why didn't you wear your sleepy undies?"

"I...forgot them at home."

"Oh. I have more sleepy undies. You can have one of mine if you forget next time."

"Okay. Thanks."

Her sleepy undies, huh? During the day? Reyna supposed the little girl either thought ahead and went ahead and wore her pull-up all day to avoid having to go change in the bathroom...wait. She said she had an accident, but if she was wearing her pull-up already to avoid changing in the bathroom, was she still wearing her wet pull-up, or did she go change her wet pull-up for a new one? Or for panties? And wouldn't changing in the bathroom after her accident just undermine changing prior to naptime, or did young Abby even consider that?

Reyna shook her head. She was overanalyzing this.

She tuned back in just in time to hear her name.

"Reyna Grace. Your Buddy is Syndey Frye."

Sydney identified herself by waving exuberantly at Reyna. Reyna hesitantly waved back, feeling a pit in her stomach. A girl was her Buddy. An older girl. With this little arrangement, the school was basically setting the little kids up with big siblings, which meant Syndey was going to be like Reyna's big sister.

Reyna had a big sister already, and their relationship had become a little strained since the Imperial War with the emperors. Hylla wasn't happy with Reyna's decision to be a Hunter.

The class was assigned their Buddies, and then they all broke into their pairs to get to know each other.

"Hi, Reyna! I'm Sydney. We're going to be great friends!"

"Yeah!"

They had a Q&A session for about fifteen minutes, going back and forth with simple questions like age, birthday, any pets, any siblings, what they wanted to be when they grew up, etc. Finally, Syndey asked a fun question.

"What's a secret you haven't told anyone here?"

Reyna smiled. "I'm actually seventeen-years-old, but the goddess I worship and go hunting with turned me into a little girl."

"Wow, really? Why would she do that?" Sydney asked, thinking she was indulging the little girl's imagination.

Reyna's smile got a bit wider. "I stuck her hand in warm water when she was sleeping and made her wet the bed."

"That was mean," Sydney giggled. "Goddesses pee?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's fascinating. My secret is that sometime I pee when I sleep, too."

Reyna's eyed widened. "You're a bedwetter?" she asked under her breath.

"Yep," Syndney said casually. "Have been all my life."

"Oh. I wet my bed too."

Sydney got excited about this, that her little Buddy had the same nighttime issue that she did. "Really? Do you wear Goodnites or Underjams? Er, you're still kind of small-do you wear Huggies Pull-Ups, or Pampers Easy-Ups? Or one of the store-brand things like Parent's Choice or Up & Up? Or do you wear a diaper at night instead of a pull-up?"

Reyna was left trying to catch up to all of that, her mind blown by Sydney's seeming encyclopedic knowledge of diaper brands and bedwetting underwear.

"Um...Goodnites," Reyna decided. Well, it looked like she was steamrolling straight for the night pants, and at the store yesterday, she had seen that the S/M Goodnites boasted designs of Elena of Avalor, so it wasn't too much of a lie to say she wore Goodnites. Or at least, was soon going to. "They have Elena of Avalor on them."

"Oh, those are so cute! I wish they would take the Ariel designs on their extra small size, and put it on the large/extra large size that I wear. The butterflies and the owl with the flowers are cool and all, but Ariel is so much cuter. I wish Goodnites did like, a custom order thing, you know? Like, any size Goodnite, with any design you want on them."

Reyna blinked. Never had she met anyone so enthusiastic about her nighttime underwear.

"Yeah," the Huntress said.

"Cool. Anyway, let's do this little activity now."

It was a worksheet with stuff on it that was more advanced than the kindergarten stuff they'd done today, but so far out of their grasp. The idea was for the Buddies to bond by way of the older kids teaching the younger ones a new thing. Reyna and Sydney's activity were times tables, multiplications of twos.

Reyna just sat there and tried to pay attention as Sydney explained the concept of multiplication, but it was hard, both because she already knew how to multiply, and because of her demigod ADHD. That hypercognitive brain of hers was processing a ton of information really fast. It was because of this, that she noticed this particular interaction.

Abby and her Buddy, Lexi, were doing their thing together, when they were interrupted by one of the older boys, Brent. He was being obnoxious, along with his kindergartner, Cameron. From what Reyna was seeing, Brent had a crush on Lexi and thought that his little display would be the ticket to getting her to go on a date with him. Reyna thought it was a good thing Artemis wasn't here, or else she'd turn the little brat into a jackelope and let him run free for a few days before turning him after he learned his lesson.

Assuming he wasn't eaten by a falcon.

Reyna was about to dismiss the minor ruckus, but then she saw Abby and Lexi lean close to each other, Lexi putting her hand up to shield Abby's face, blocking the sight of her lips and blocking out noise. Then they traded, Lexi whispering into Abby's ear, while Abby held her hand up. They broke apart.

"You may," Lexi said.

Abby looked angrily at Brent and Cameron. "Go poop in your pants, you stinky boys!"

Reyna cocked a brow, and then both brows raised in surprise when the boys went rigid, walked some distance away, and bent their knees in a little squat. To Reyna's endless shock, downward-sagging bulges appeared in the seats of the boys' shorts as they actually well and truly pooped themselves in the middle of class.

Someone pointed and shouted that out, and endless laughing ensued. The boys' facing turned scarlet, and they went running from the class, Ms. Sherman and the sixth-grade teacher going after them.

"Good job," Lexi said proudly to the beaming Abby.

PJOABDL

Thalia picked Reyna up later in the day when school ended. The line of cars was huge as seemingly every other parent in town came to pick their kids up. Didn't anyone ride the bus anymore?

"Hey, kiddo," Thalia smiled from the front as Reyna situated herself in her car seat. "Got something for you today."

She reached over into the passenger seat and tossed whatever it was over shoulder to Reyna. She got the item, and her heart danced a little. A pack of S/M Goodnites with Elena on the front.

"You'll be wearing one of those tonight when you go to bed, and I'll pack one in your bag tomorrow for naptime. The school called and told me you had an accident, which makes the second time you wet yourself while sleeping. You're a bedwetter, so you're going to wear bedwetting underwear, got it."

"That's great and all," Reyna said dismissively. "Look, this is what happened today."

Reyna told Thalia about the cabinet in the clinic bathroom and how the nurse had come running when Reyna had been about to open it, and about the exchange between Lexi and Abby that led to the boys pooping themselves.

Thalia listened with rapt attention, hanging on to every detail. "Okay. We've got our first lead."

"Yeah, we need to get into that cabinet, and do some research into who Lexi and the nurse are."

Thalia nodded. "Sounds good to me. I did some research of my own today into the missing kids, and here's what I noticed: ten kids have gone missing so far, five boys and five girls, in the pattern of a boy then a girl. There's also another pattern: the disappearances coincide with the months of the year. The first boy that went missing was born in January, and the first girl was born in February, the second boy in March, the second girl in April-so on and so forth. Think that Brent kid was born in November?"

"If he was, then I'm almost certain that Lexi is a witch, the nurse is her helper, the bathroom cabinet is a storage space for the kidnapped kids, and that Abby is Lexi's apprentice."

Thalia nodded. "We need to observe more. We can't make a move until we're certain, or things could get messy. No pun intended."

Reyna stuck her tongue out at her friend, who was now her official mother.

PJOABDL

Through some illegal computer work, Thalia broke into the school's database and pulled up Brent's record, confirming he was born in November, which meant that based on the pattern, the next potential victim was going to be a girl born in December. However, this theory did hinge on Brent having actually been bewitched by Abby with Lexi's instruction, and actually went missing. If he showed up tomorrow, then things became a little bit different.

More however, since Thalia had access to the school's entire database, that included the accident reports. Not accidents as in injuries, like falling off the playground or a bloody nose after getting nailed in the face during dodgeball, though Thalia had those records too, but accidents as in waste. The most recent records were obviously of the bedwetters today that needed changing after naptime, Reyna peeing herself during naptime, and Brent and Cameron messing in their underwear.

It all came down to tomorrow what further action the Hunters would take.

As for the night, Thalia and Reyna cooked their own chicken. Thalia had bought some raw tenders from the store and some frying mix, and she and Reyna made a big mess together as they rolled the chicken in the mix to get it all covered before putting the dead meat into the grease, where it sizzled and popped as it cooked. It was delicious and they loved it.

Reyna put her Goodnite on before bed, and when she woke up the following morning, she found her pajamas and bed to be dry, and her underwear was so soaked she was surprised there hadn't been a leak. She tossed her wet diaper into the trashcan in the bathroom before she showered to clean her crotch after it had spent all night marinating in urine, and when got out and returned to her room, finding her clothes laid out for the day, she paused.

Thalia had left out a pair of panties, and Reyna recalled how at naptime, the kids went to change their underwear for their pull-ups, and she recalled how Abby had been wearing her pull-up all day to avoid having to go change with the others, and presumably didn't change for the whole rest of the day after wetting herself. Anyway, the thing going through Reyna's mind right now was...wear the Goodnite.

Would Thalia notice it, though? Today's outfit was the purple polo and a skirt, well skort, since the garment had the little shorts built into it. There shouldn't have been too much crinkle, and there certainly wasn't any bulk. The Goodnites were rather thin. What would Thalia say if she did notice, though?

And why was Reyna so apprehensive about Thalia's opinion on the subject?

After some more deliberation, Reyna decided to wear her panties today, and leave her Goodnite in her bag for naptime.

Later in the day it was confirmed: Brent had gone missing.

PJOABDL

Well, this was supposed to have been a one-shot, but then I started writing and writing, and writing some more, building a world, creating some characters, and here we are.

9500 words later. Assuming you read all that.

The next part will be the conclusion of this story. Hope you like it