"Okay. If it's tradition." you reason "I guess no one can laugh at me if they are diapered too."
"Good girl." Queen Charlotte praises you as takes out a dispoeable diaper and a bottle of baby powder. "We'll turn you into a princess yet."
"Hey." you say. "I can do that myself."
"Not any more." she explains. "It's the tradition. Children rely on their parents to dress and undress them."
She removes your clothes. You try do cover your crotch and breasts with your hands.
"You'll have to get over that." she says, commenting on your self-consciousness. "I'll be wiping your bottom for a few years." She unfolds the diaper. "Now lay down on the bed."
You lay down and she slides the diaper under your bottom. After covering your bottom and other parts with powder she pulls the front of the diaper up tight between your legs and fastens the tapes. Finally she runs a finger around the inside of each leg hole. "To make sure the leak guards are in the right place." she explains.
She helps you up. You shift your weight form foot to foot, feeling the padding of the diaper against your bottom and between your legs. You realise that it's going to be a long time before you wear normal panties again.
Queen Charlotte finds you a baby-blue bra to match the dress fastens it on you before pulling the dress on over your head. "Sit down." She directs you, retrieving a pair of shiny black flat shoes from the wardrobe. She slides your feet into them, then fastens the buckle.
"I'll send the stylist in soon to fix your hair." she informs you, leaving.
You examine your reflection in the full-length mirror. You look rather immature. The dress is a very childish design and the shoes are exactly like a little girl would wear. You guess it makes sense. The thick padding around your bottom reminds you that Calonia isn't big on growing up fast.
Soon the stylist comes in. She has you sit at the dressing table and begins brushing your hair.
She fusses with your hair for ages, trying different looks. It's fun but you feel the increasing need to use the toilet. Actually, you correct yourself, use your diaper.
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