"If I'd known this was part of the deal I wouldn't have come." you say. "I'd rather not be a princess if it means I need to be in diapers."
"But Calonia needs you." Queen Charlotte insists. "There is no body else to take the throne."
"I'm sorry. It's just too weird." you say. "Can you please just take me home?"
"Okay. I you don't have to wear diapers now." the Queen says.
"Now?" you ask. "So when are you going to make me wear diapers."
"I won't force you." she says. "But hopefully, once you have spent some time in Calonia, you'll get used to the culture."
"I doubt it." you reply.
"You should get yourself dressed." She tells you, leaving. "I'll send the stylist in soon to fix your hair."
You change into the dress which the Queen chose for you. And find some simple shiny leather shoes in the wardrobe.
Your reflection in the full-length mirror looks 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. Calonia isn't big on growing up fast. At least you're not diapered.
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.
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