Robin's first job was to make allies with knowledgeable girls that had special privileges: library volunteers, hall monitors, office helpers, etc. Granted, these girls were not the most likeable, but Robin wasn't there to be popular, he was there to infiltrate and steal for a genius mercenary. Fortunately, befriending the friendless was actually not that hard. The fact was that he made a fairly cute girl and these teens looked like a group of Full House rejects. Their frizzy hair, acne covered faces, and desperate smiles pushed away just about everyone. Everyone, that is, except Robin.

"I'm Robin." He smiled, holding out his hand to shake.

"Kelsie."

They stood in the back of the library, hidden behind rows and rows of shelves. Robin walked along with her as she moved books from her cart back onto the shelves. As soon as he'd spotted her, Robin knew that this was the girl he was looking for. A girl without a single confident bone in her body that could be trusted with a key to the library risk-free.

"Want some help?"

Kelsie stopped and peered at him through her oval shaped glasses as if stumped as to why anybody would want to help her with anything. "Why?"

Robin shrugged. "Just looks like you have a lot of books. I'm done with my homework and I really don't want to go back to my room yet."

"Oh, yeah a couple of girls in my biology class were talking about that." She mumbled. "Brianna is so mean."

Robin nodded in agreement. In the couple of days he'd been there he had already befriended the attendance collector, two hall monitors, and a secretary's assistance. Ignoring their leech-like or know-it-all personalities, Robin would soon have access to not only the main office, but the library as well. And on that note, there was that creepy janitor that had said hello to him twice in one morning…

"So why do you help out in the library?" Robin inquired as he placed another book on the shelf. A trickling warmth spread between his legs and he made a small face.

"Oh well, I just like hanging out in the library and sometimes I get a later curfew." Kelsie shrugged. "And there's this secret room in the back where I just like to do my work in peace and quiet."

"I know what you mean. Brianna is constantly talking and blasting that annoying music of hers." Robin sighed. He looked up. "Maybe we should study together. I've seen you in some of my classes."

"Um, yea, okay. Where?" The girl nodded.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. In the dorms…or here? Maybe in that place you were telling me about?" Robin shrugged. His eyes flittered up to her, worried he had been too pushy and obvious.

"Uh, sure." The girl shrugged. "I'm free at five."

Robin beamed. "Perfect." He stuck around a little longer so appear sincere before excusing himself. He would have stayed longer, but his pull-up was getting pretty uncomfortable and the last thing he needed was a leak.

Gripping his bag tightly, Robin scurried to the nearest ladies room and locked himself in a stall. He listened closely for the sound of anyone else and once he was absolutely positive that he was alone, he hiked up his skirt and yanked down his pull-up. Once he had stepped out of the wet garment, he propped it on the back of the toilet and dug through his bag for wipes and a fresh pampers. He made quick work of cleaning himself up and once he was fresh, clean, and recovered by his skirt, he stepped out of the stall and tossed his wet diaper and the soiled wipes into the trash, seeing as the "feminine hygiene" bins weren't big enough to conceal it well. Then he raced to wash his hands and covered the evidence with a pile of paper towels.

"So you said you weren't very good at math?"

Kelsie and Robin sat in the private room in the back of the library. He was disappointed to find that it simply an old storage room that had been cleared out except for a few aging beanbag chairs (from the sixties no doubt) and a table. Regardless, Robin couldn't just abandon her and sat through an hour long study session until dinner. It mostly consisted of Robin explaining algebra to Kelsie and once the meal bell rang, they both packed up their things and headed down to the dining hall where they had dinner together.

Afterwards, Robin excused himself and traveled back to his dorm for a shower before Brianna and her fan club decided to hog it for the entire night. That girl…with the stuff he had to put up with, Slade shouldn't ever scold him for not following orders ever again.

Robin stepped out of the shower and was just unfolding his night time diaper when a loud banging on the door made him jump in surprise, the white material falling to his feet. Wrapping a towel around his entire torso, he picked up the diaper and stared at the locked door.

"Hurry up! I have things to do in there!" Brianna shrieked.

Robin rolled his eyes and didn't respond to her overreacting. What did she really have to do? Peel off that Halloween mask she called a face? Glaring at the door, Robin dropped his towel and lied down on the floor, powdering and taping up his diaper securely. It was odd, but in the few weeks that Red was changing him, his technique had actually gotten a bit clumsy and awkward. He stood up and moved a little to make sure it was secure before slipping into the tacky pink pajamas that Slade had packed him. Gathering his things and skillfully wrapping his baby powder in his dirty clothes, he flipped on the bathroom fan to drown out the crinkling of his diaper. Brianna eyed him with an annoyed scowl and he held his breath until he had slipped past her and into bed.

"Could you be any slower? What could you possibly be doing in there? Waiting for your boobs to grow?" Brianna asked snarkily, eliciting a round of giggles from her friends.

Robin's jaw tightened but he remained silent. He didn't want to blow this. Instead he took a deep breath, tugged the covers over his head and closed his eyes.

However, if this didn't stop, Robin would have only two options: tell a teacher or slap a bitch. Unfortunately, he knew that hitting a girl with no strength or power over him of any kind was immoral and it would most likely go down to tattling.