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I like to have a gummy or 2 and wear.  It really enhances the feeling.  And I dont need to get up if I don't want to. 

Made using Grok AI. Potty and Pull-Ups and twins? Oh my! New parts posted every Friday Part Three Sarah led Paige into the café's restroom, her grip firm but gentle on Paige's hand. The room was clean and bright, with a few stalls and a changing table folded against the wall—clearly family-friendly. Sarah didn't let go, guiding Paige straight into the largest stall and closing the door behind them. "Okay, sweetie, let's get you taken care of," Sarah said cheerfully, standing right there as if it was no big deal. Paige's face burned with embarrassment. She was used to handling things on her own, but with Sarah watching, she had no privacy. The urge was too strong to argue, though. Despite how demeaning it felt—like she was truly a little kid—Paige pulled down her childish panties and sat on the toilet. But as she did, a small accident happened—a tiny spurt escaped before she could fully control it, wetting the panties slightly. Mortified, she finished using the potty with Sarah right there, humming softly and looking away just a bit, but not leaving. The sound echoed in the small space, making Paige wish the floor would swallow her up. When she was done, she reached for some toilet paper and wiped herself quickly, then went to pull the panties back up. Sarah's eyes narrowed as she glanced down, noticing the damp spot. "Hold on a second, Paige—where are your Pull-Ups?" she asked point blank, her tone shifting to one of concern mixed with authority. Paige froze, her hands on the waistband of the panties. Pull-Ups? She had no idea the flower girl still wore them—how could she? Her mind raced for an answer, but nothing good came out. "Uh... I... forgot them?" she stammered, her voice small and uncertain. Sarah sighed, shaking her head. "That's not acceptable, young lady. It's a good thing your mom warned me—you hate wearing your Pull-Ups even though you need them for accidents." Before Paige could protest, Sarah scooped her up effortlessly and carried her out of the stall, unfolding the changing table and placing her on it. Paige's legs dangled off the edge, her dress hiked up, exposing her bare bottom. She squirmed, but Sarah held her steady with one hand while rummaging in her own purse with the other. From the purse, Sarah pulled out two Pull-Ups: a small one with bright Minnie Mouse designs, clearly for toddlers, and a larger one with Disney Princess patterns, sized for older kids. Paige blushed even deeper, her eyes widening at the sight. Desperate to seem older, she reached for the bigger one, her fingers brushing it. "That one... please?" Sarah chuckled and put the larger one back in her purse. "Oh no, sweetie, that one's way too big for you. This Minnie one will fit just right." Paige had to suffer through the whole process: Sarah gently but firmly wiping her butt with baby wipes from the purse, making sure she was clean, then sprinkling baby powder that smelled sweet and infantile. The powder puffed up in a little cloud, tickling Paige's nose. Finally, Sarah lifted Paige's legs, sliding them into the training pants and pulling the Pull-Up up snugly. It crinkled softly, the Minnie Mouse smiling up from the front, and it felt thick and padded between her legs—reminding her all too much of past humiliations. Sarah helped Paige down from the changing table, adjusting her dress. "There we go, all better. But listen up—if I catch you out of your Pull-Ups again, I have permission from your mom to use diapers instead. Got it?" The mere mention of diapers sent a shiver through Paige. Her mind flashed back to that awful day at the daycare: stuck in the playpen, the thick diaper crinkling with every move, desperately holding her bladder at first but eventually having a full accident because she couldn't get to the bathroom and the staff ignored her pleas. The warm wetness had spread, soaking the diaper, leaving her in tears of shame until the purse was found. The memory made her clench now, vowing silently not to let that happen again. Sarah took Paige's hand once more and led her back to the table, where the desserts had arrived. "All good now," Sarah announced casually, helping Paige back into the booster seat. Paige was allowed to enjoy her ice cream sundae, spooning up the cold treat with relief that the bathroom ordeal was over—for now. But she noticed Sarah and Lisa leaning close, whispering between each other, glancing her way with knowing smiles. Paige couldn't hear what they said, but it made her stomach twist; were they talking about her "Pull-Ups"? Lunch wrapped up soon after, and the group headed out to the bridal shop to look at the dresses Emily had picked out for everyone. Paige trailed behind, her new Pull-Up crinkling faintly with each step, a constant reminder of her predicament. She hoped desperately that the flower girl dress wouldn't fit her—maybe it would be too small or something, forcing them to realize their mistake. At the shop, the attendant brought out the dresses: elegant pastels for the bridesmaids and a frilly, white flower girl outfit adorned with delicate satin ribbons tied into bows at the waist and shoulders, intricate lace trimmings edging the hem and puffed sleeves, a full tulle skirt that puffed out in layers for a whimsical twirl, and a fitted bodice with subtle pearl bead accents that shimmered under the lights. Emily ushered Paige into a fitting room first, excited to see "her flower girl" in it. Paige slipped into the dress, but her wish came true in the worst way—it was too big on her. The hem dragged on the floor, the bodice gaped loosely around her flat chest, and the sleeves hung past her hands. She looked even tinier, like a toddler playing dress-up in her big sister's clothes. Stepping out to show Emily, Paige tugged at the fabric. "See? It doesn't fit," she said, hoping this would finally click for them. Just then, the shop door chimed, and in walked the real Paige—the one supposed to be the flower girl. She was a spitting image of adult Paige: same round face, wide eyes, and petite build, like they could be twins. But this girl was four feet tall, 14 years old, with a purse slung over her shoulder and a figure that included breasts noticeably larger than adult Paige's barely-there A cups—perhaps full B cups that filled out her shirt in a way that made her look more developed despite her youth. "Sorry I'm late!" she called, waving shyly. Emily turned, her eyes flicking between the two Paiges, but the similarity was so striking that no one immediately questioned it—perhaps assuming it was a coincidence or not piecing it together yet. Adult Paige stood there in the oversized dress, her heart pounding, as the group welcomed the newcomer without realizing the mix-up.

Warning for this chapter: contains some (non-graphic) descriptions of medical procedures.  — Chapter 22 Lucas lifted his leg. Tried as he might, he couldn’t lift it any further. He simply lacked the flexibility. Nevertheless, Mrs. Crawford, his ballet instructor, told him to keep going.  “More… a little more…” His muscle began to strain as he held on to the low bar attached to the wall for support. Though he tried his best, it was ultimately not enough. Lucas fell backwards on his butt with a thud, and Mrs. Crawford tutted with disappointment.  “Come on, Princess. Up. Let’s try our demi-plié again. First position.” Mrs. Crawford spoke with a short tone. She carried none of the warmth of most other Amazons Lucas dealt with, such as Ms. Han, his spelling teacher. Though not overly strict, her ballet lessons, of which this was his second, were marked by a direct and no-nonsense approach. She was the oldest Amazon he had encountered, seemingly in her early 60’s, with her grey hair tied back in a tight bun. She wore an all-black form fitting ensemble, while Lucas was dressed more the part for baby ballet - a pink leotard, tight on his body and stretched snug across his diaper, and decorated across the bodice with embroidered patterns of roses. A pink tutu flared out horizontally from his waist, layers of chiffon that fluffed out like a cloud.   He rose to his feet and sighed. The baby ballet classes that Charlotte insisted he take were much like the etiquette classes he had with Hazel, focusing mainly on body control and flexibility, while having none of the warmth provided by Hazel as teacher. He had zero interest in ballet, but failing in front of Mrs. Crawford made him want to succeed so he could prove this stuck up lady wrong.  He took the 1st position, keeping the heels of his feet pressed together and his feet facing out. He began lowering his body into a demi-plié, one of the essential ballet forms, bending the knees while keeping the back straight.  “Good girl.” Even her praise felt cold and utilitarian. “Keep your back straight. Heels together.” “Y-yes ma’am.” He referred to her as he had been told to. He thought it was a bit strange - whether he wanted it or not, he was royalty. He felt he shouldn’t have to speak with such formality to someone who wasn’t royalty like himself. Thankfully, this position in ballet was quite similar to his curtsy, and he had less difficulty maintaining it.  “Good. Now, grand-plié.” He sighed. Grand-plié was definitely trickier, though largely similar. He took the 1st position again, and began bending his knees, making sure to keep his back straight. Instead of simply bending his knees, this time he continued to lower himself, lifting his heels off the ground until he was balancing only on the tips of his toes.  “Hold…” His mind briefly went back to his stage “performance” at his debut. Squatting like this practically gave him war flashbacks. He prayed that wouldn’t be repeated here.  “Hold…” His legs began to shake a bit. Holding all his weight on his toes like this was not easy when you had the dexterity of a baby.  “And up.” He sighed with relief as he slowly raised himself.  “Well done, Princess. You’re showing some improvement. Her highness Queen Charlotte has asked me to facilitate a ballet recital when I feel you are ready. I hope that will be soon, and I intend not to disappoint. But I’m sure you won’t.” Great. Ballet recital. Since when do babies have so much responsibility to perform? Perks of royalty, he guessed.  “Thank you Mrs. Crawford.” He spoke in his rehearsed and deferential tone.  “Umm… hello, I hope I’m not interrupting!” Angie stood in the doorway of the ballet room, smiling but with her usual nervous energy. She was clutching a folder full of papers whose corners poked out at random angles.  “Not at all. I was just finishing up with the Princess.” Mrs. Crawford replied.  “Oh! Good. How is she- wait, hold on…” Angie began flicking through pages of the folder until she reached a blank one. She pulled a pen that had been tucked above her ear and clicked it - realising she had just retracted the pen, she clicked it again. “How is she doing?” She took notes on the report page as Mrs. Crawford gave her input on Lucas’ performance. He noted what a scatterbrain Angie was - he’d had some interactions with her over the last couple of weeks, mostly in short bursts or alongside Hazel, helping her perform things like diaper changes or watching him while he played. He couldn’t believe how frazzled she seemed when given any responsibility. She wasn’t incompetent, and seemed pleasant enough… but she really was the opposite of cool, calm and collected Hazel. “Okay, great. So, um, you’re done with the lesson, right? I can change her out of her tutu?” She filed away the papers into the folder and nudged her round glasses up to the bridge of her nose.  “Yes. I’ll be taking my leave now. The same time next week. Your highness.” She bowed gently towards Lucas, who curtsied respectfully in return. Mrs. Crawford left down the hallway, and Angie picked Lucas up in her arms.  “Just in time, Princess. We’ve gotta get moving for that appointment of yours!” “Wait… what appointment?” “Oh, well, your mother says you have an appointment. I’ll be bringing you, uh… I think there are details in here somewhere…” She attempted to find the paper she was looking for in the folder one-handed, which quickly failed. “I’ll just get it in the car…” The car? They were leaving the castle? Lucas began to worry. He remembered his last appointment, with Doctor Lowen, and how they’d held him down to put a tracking chip in his buttcheek. And that was at the castle - the fact that they were now leaving to go somewhere else did not bode well. And to make matters worse, Hazel was nowhere to be seen. It was just Angie carrying him down the grand staircase towards the front door. She stepped out of the castle and found a limousine waiting for them. She buckled him in, with some difficulty, and made sure the straps were snug around him.  “Okay, all good!” She smiled. She shut his car door and stepped around the other side to sit next to him.  “Ready, Mr. Bennett!” She called out to the driver. “Very good, ma’am.” He promptly began driving out of the driveway towards the road.  This was all happening too quickly for Lucas to process. Within only a few minutes, he had been whisked out of the castle towards who-knows-where, and he had nobody familiar nearby to find solace in. His breathing grew shallow. He tried to calm himself - panicking wouldn’t get him anywhere. He had to focus. He thought of Nana, and what she would say if she were with him… but it wasn’t helping much.  And on top of everything else, Angie had somehow forgotten to dress him out of his tutu.  — Sipping the last of her tea, Hazel flipped to the next page of her book. Tried as she might, she couldn’t get invested in it. The writing was solid, and the characters were by all accounts the kind she enjoyed reading - but she found herself unable to relax. After devoting herself so fully to being the royal nanny, something about sitting alone in her room with a book she wanted to read felt unnatural. She kept having to catch herself from glancing up from the page, expecting to see a Little crawling about on the floor. She kept hoping that, somehow, there would be one there.  But Charlotte had ordered her to take a break for a few hours, and taking a break she was, at least in theory. Her mind was fixed on what she was going to do about the ongoing situation with Lucas. The Queen was, bit by bit, pushing back against Hazel’s bond with him. It had been a frustrating experience, to say the least. While it was undeniable that she felt a great deal of care towards Lucas, she didn’t feel she had acted outside the bounds of her role as nanny, for which she had been given a great deal of leeway.  Although she hated to think negatively of the Queen she served so faithfully, she couldn’t help but feel that Charlotte was a bit threatened by her. The fact of Charlotte’s condition, which required her to recruit Hazel to assist in breastfeeding Juliette and to take over the responsibility entirely for Lucas, seemed to loom large over their relationship. Charlotte hated that she couldn’t perform such an act of bonding and care, and resented Hazel for doing it, despite having hired her to do so. It was silly and childish, though she certainly did have sympathy for Charlotte. How could she not? They were friends.  On the other hand, she worried for Lucas himself. Getting a Little adjusted to their new life here was difficult enough without all of the scrutiny and attention that came with being a royal. Lucas had to maintain the family image, and any slip up would reflect publicly on the family. It’s why Hazel had been attempting a light touch in her care of Lucas, but she began to wonder if it was effective. She knew that his mind was still fixed on getting home, and though she had stopped him from talking about it with Leo for now, she felt it was just a matter of time until it continued.  She put the book down and sighed. About now he should be finishing his ballet class - it couldn’t hurt to go check on him. She knew Angie would probably have things covered, but Angie also had a tendency to get a little… frazzled.  She left her bedroom and began making her way to the ballet room. Upon arriving, she found it to be empty. They must have finished a little earlier, she thought. No problem - she took out her phone and opened an app which displayed a number of rooms in a grid. Tapping into one, she revealed a video feed of the playroom. Nobody there. She swiped across a few times to the nursery - not there either. Not in the dining room, or the playground, or anywhere else she could see. Weird. She exited the ballet room and walked down the hallway, turning the corners and stepping through the long, ornate, lonely passages of the castle. Eventually, she came to the classrooms where Leo and Juliette were studying. Leo was packing up his books as his teacher wiped down the chalkboard.  “Sorry to intrude, Prince Leo, have you seen your sister?” “She should be in the next room.” He answered, referring to Juliette.  “No, Lucille.” “Oh… no, I haven’t seen her.” She nodded and left the room. She paused for a moment. She hated to use this, but such a time called for it. She took her phone out again and opened a different app. This one opened a map display, and on it a pulsing light which indicated a location. The light was tagged with PRINCESS LUCILLE.  She looked with puzzlement at his location. They were on a road… definitely not in the castle. Where would they be going? She hadn’t been informed of any outing. She scrolled along the map, seeing where the road led. They were headed into Avalir City, that much was obvious. But for what reason? Then she saw it.  The next exit along the road - a large building complex, one she had seen online before. She felt her stomach drop as she realised what was going on.  The clinic.  — Lucas began shaking as Angie carried him through the sliding glass doors into the expansive entry hall of the building complex. He still didn’t know where they were - the sign was a jumbled mess to him, as always, and Angie only answered “an appointment” when pressed for further details. As they entered the building, two men exited a car that trailed behind the limo. Unseen to Lucas, they followed a distance behind Angie and himself, wearing black suits to denote their status as royal security.  The building was as dull and unassuming inside as it was out. The floors were reflective tiles and the ceilings stretched dizzyingly high. People scurried back and forth attending to business, some of them in suits, others in white doctor’s coats, or scrubs. It was in many ways like a hospital, only a bit more sleek and modern looking than a hospital, though with just as much of a sterile feeling.  Angie approached the front reception, where a young woman sat behind a computer with a headset. She smiled as she saw Lucas’ wide eyed expression approach.  “Well hello there! Who’s this cutie?” “Princess Lucille.” Angie replied.  “…Oh! Duh! Silly me, I’ve seen her all over the news! A pleasure to have you, your highness. Doctor Belleview is expecting you in her office, 5th floor and follow the signs.” “Thank you!” Angie smiled and walked towards the elevator. Although the guards usually kept their distance from the royals, they instead began approaching and entered the elevator alongside Angie.  Lucas felt the panic set in. Here he was, trapped in a small elevator, surrounded by two giant men who looked highly intimidating despite not paying any direct attention to him. He felt more than ever like a prisoner being marched toward some terrible fate. He began to squirm in Angie’s arms.  “Oh, Princess, stop fidgeting!” “Lemme go!” “Hush now… it’s okay!” She gripped him tighter to stop him from fussing. She then sighed and pulled something out from her pocket, and then shoved it into his mouth. She hadn’t wanted to use it, but had been instructed to do so by Charlotte if she felt she had no choice.  The item was a pacifier, much like any other he sucked on a regular basis these days. Only this one was different, boasting a number of buttons and light indicators across the face of it. Indeed, it was one of his presents from the debut party, a special “soothing” pacifier. Angie pressed the button and instantly the teat of the pacifier expanded in his mouth, inflating so as to make him unable to spit it out.  “Mmmph!” He cried, unable to vocalise with his mouth now filled. Next, a strange taste enveloped his mouth, emitting from the bulb. It was subtle, but impossible to ignore. And instantly as he tasted it, he felt his will to fight his way from her arms dissipate. His muscles grew heavy, and he could soon hardly muster the strength to even try to talk. He went practically limp in her arms, sleepy and docile, though still fully cognisant of his surroundings.  “There we go, cupcake.” The elevator dinged and the door opened to floor five. Angie stepped out with Lucas and the bodyguards followed behind. People were moving around this floor in much a similar way to downstairs. As they turned a corner, they passed a nurse who was carrying a Little in her arms, wearing just their noticeably dirty diaper.  They passed through a set of double doors which led to a large office. Inside, a desk was set before a window overlooking the city, and bookshelves and framed diplomas decorated the walls. Behind the desk was a woman with short brown hair, wearing a doctor’s coat and clicking at her desktop computer. Next to her was a young male assistant, taking notes. The doctor looked up to Angie and smiled.  “Ah, right on time! You must be Angie. Doctor Belleview, and this is my assistant, Nathan.” “Nice to meet you!” Angie shook Belleview’s and Nathan’s hands. She then took a seat in front of the desk, opposite the doctor.  “And this must be our princess. Or should I say ballerina!” Belleview scratched a finger under Lucas’ chin playfully. He didn’t react, though he was looking at her.  “Oh, um, she was a little fussy outside so I had to use, well…” Angie pointed to the pacifier. “I hope that’s okay.” “Oh, of course. Soothing pacifiers don’t interfere with any of the treatments we’ll be doing today.” She started to flick through pages of a file that Nathan handed her. “Let’s see… it looks like her highness has requested cosmetic and mild conditional treatments only. Nothing surgical as of yet. This should all be fairly straightforward.” Lucas wanted to scream but couldn’t. What treatments? What was going on? “Let me just pull up her file from Doctor Lowen…” she clicked her computer mouse and stared at the screen. “Okay, no allergies detected… all inoculations received… displays moderate transit-induced motor skill reduction… responds well to breastmilk and associated effects. Everything looks in order!” “Oh good! I started to worry if I forgot to bring anything, haha… I already forgot to take her out of this tutu.” Belleview smiled with professional friendliness. “Not at all. Many of these procedures are fairly routine. Normally I would delegate this to a member of our staff, but given this is the Princess of our kingdom, it’s of the utmost priority for my clinic that she receives the very best care.” “Thank you, doctor Belleview!” Angie breathed a sigh of relief.  “If you’ll follow me, we should be able to get started right away.” The trio left the office and began walking down the corridors again. By now, the bulb of the pacifier was no longer filling Lucas’ mouth, having slowly and steadily deflated over the course of the conversation. The drowsiness it had brought on was starting to subside too. He finally managed to slur some words out.  “Anngieee…” “Hush, Princess, it’ll be okay.” “Pwease… dun want…”  “Shhh…” she rocked him in her arms. “Should I give him another dose?” She asked the doctor.  “That’s alright, we’ll be administering some in a moment. Here we are.” They entered a room that was all white, lined with cabinets and several medical devices surrounding a padded bed. The harsh fluorescent lighting buzzed in a droning tone that did little to soothe Lucas’ growing panic. “You can go ahead and undress her on the table here. We can leave her diaper on for now.” Belleview said, washing her hands as her assistant prepared some sort of device with a long tube.  Lucas was laid on the table and his tutu unbuttoned and removed. Now exposed to the cold clinic air, his panic increased yet again. He swatted away Angie’s hands and began crawling to the bottom edge of the bed.  “Lemme go!!” He cried, letting the pacifier fall to the floor. Angie grabbed both of his ankles and stopped him dead in his tracks. Tears began to form in his eyes as she repositioned him to his back at the top of the bed.  “No!! I don’t want any treatment! Where’s Nana?” “It’s okay Lucille! It’s okay. Doctor Belleview isn’t gonna hurt you.” “That’s right, Princess. Nothing bad happens here. Now just open wide for Mr. Nathan…” He shut his mouth tight, but Belleview worked a finger in to keep his lips open. Within a second, Nathan inserted a plastic tube into his mouth, which unleashed a few drops of liquid down his throat. They tasted pleasant - a little like juice. But it only took a few drops for the effects to be immediate. His vision blurred and all sound became distant, as he slowly began to loose consciousness and go limp. His diaper was immediately flooded with pee.  “Thaaat’s it, baby.” Angie cooed.  “Okay,” Belleview announced, her voice growing more distant to Lucas’ ears. He heard her say the last words before everything went dark: “We’ll start with the vocal reconfiguration….” — “Your highness, with all due respect, I do not feel that as Lucille’s nanny I should be kept in the dark on these matters.” Hazel paced around the room as she spoke into the phone. Her heart pounded in her chest with nerves. She heard Charlotte scoff on the end of the line.  “And once again, Hazel, you may be her nanny, but I am her Mommy. I don’t need your permission to send her to the clinic, or anywhere else.” Charlotte spoke in the back of a limousine, sitting next to Alexander and returning from a public engagement that they were both attending.  “Yes, but…” “Hazel, I understand your protectiveness, but you need to drop this. I knew you’d get all worried, and that is why I didn’t assign you to this task. It’s done now, she’s at the clinic and the procedures are going ahead. As I already told you, there’s nothing being done here that goes against our values. I’ve just come around to the idea of some cosmetic changes, is all. And they’re all reversible, so we have nothing to worry about.” Hazel scowled and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “I request that I can take Lucille from Angie when they return.” “You may after I’ve had a chance to take a look at her. We’re on our way back now. You’ve been well behaved lately, Hazel - let’s not ruin it, okay?” Charlotte hung up. Hazel stood in silence for a moment and sat with a thump on her bed. She felt herself welling with emotion, and began fighting back tears of frustration. She still hadn’t been told the specifics of these procedures Lucas was undergoing, and would have to find out alongside much of the rest of the family whenever Lucas returned.  “M-Miss Hazel…?” Her eyes darted to her bedroom door, where Juliette was standing, timid and small.  “Oh, Princess…” she wiped away what few tears had formed around her eyes. “Come in.” Juliette approached with trepidation. She sat on the bed next to Hazel, needing some help to climb up.  “I… heard you yellin’ on the phone. Are you mad?” Hazel sighed. “I was just talking with your Mama, Julie. Just figuring something out. It’s nothing to worry about.” “Is it about Luci?” She asked, kicking her legs freely off the edge of the bed. “Leo said you were lookin’ for her earlier.” “Well… yes, it’s about Luci. You see, Julie…” she began wondering what she could or should say.  “Luci is at… a very special clinic today. When she comes home she might be a little different. It’s important for all of us to remember that she’s still our Luci, no matter what. She might be very scared, so I think she’ll need her big sister to be extra nice to her. Think you can do that?” Juliette nodded. “Uh-huh. I think so, Miss Hazel.” “Good. We all just want what’s best for Luci.” “I don’t want Luci to be sad… I wanna be a good big sister and make her a safe n’ cozy baby. Can I make her a card?” Juliette asked.  Hazel couldn’t help but smile. Always so considerate.  “That sounds like a wonderful idea. Let’s go get your crayons, okay?” “‘Kay!” She jumped down off the bed and ran out of the room. Hazel arose and followed behind her slowly. Though Hazel put on a brave face for Juliette, her worry at what he was going through and what it would be like when he returned still lingered.  — “Oh my!” Angie proclaimed as she looked upon the sleeping Little.  “What do you think?” Belleview said, removing her rubber gloves and taking a proud stance next to the bed.  “It’s wonderful! I didn’t realise you could change her hair so quickly.” “Yes, one thing we find with Littles is that the introduction of powerful Amazon nutrients can speed up hair growth at quite a rate. Her highness wanted it longer for styling purposes, yes? It turned out quite lovely.” “It’s incredible… and I see it’s worked, um, down below too.” Belleview chuckled. “Yes, we kept it on her as per the Queen’s request, but the procedure will ensure that it won’t be… well, a big issue now. It’ll stay small like this.” “Thank goodness… I did find it a little tricky to navigate around during changes.” “Now remember,” Belleview said, “these changes will remain indefinitely but should her highness change her mind, they are reversible with some effort. If she should decided to pursue surgical alterations, those will indeed be permanent.” “Understood.” “Well, you should be all set to go. She should wake up from her nap soon. Just make sure you closely monitor any symptoms she might have and keep her on her pills for about a week to make sure her voice maintains.” “Thank you, I will.” Angie was handed a fresh diaper by Nathan and began wrapping it around Lucas. She then retrieved his tutu and carefully dressed his sleepy body into it. After ironing out the last formalities with the team, she and the bodyguards left the clinic and got on the road back to the castle. Strapped into his car seat, Lucas began to stir a bit, groaning as if he’d just had the heaviest sleep of his life. He felt long strands of hair fall over his eyes and grimaced. Then, he suckled on his pacifier, imagining his Nana, which soothed him back to a restful state.  — Charlotte, Alexander, Leo, Juliette and Hazel all waited silently in the living room.  Juliette was putting the finishing touches on her card, a scribbled drawing of herself and Lucas, rendered in just about every colour crayon she had. Above them was a shining rainbow and across various sections of the card, she had sprinkled glitter to give the whole thing an even more garish, if endearingly so, design. Alexander looked at his daughter’s drawing, and gave her a smile of approval through his thick beard.  Leo tapped on his phone. He was busy making plans for his upcoming birthday, and though he understood there was to be some grand reveal for his baby sister, he was too preoccupied to await it eagerly.  Charlotte and Hazel traded icy glances every so often. There was a definite tension which hung between them, and neither one expected it to dissipate anytime soon.  They heard footsteps approach the living room. The door opened, and behind it stood Angie alone. She looked a bit frazzled, as usual, but was smiling.  “Ah, there you all are! Your highnesses. Miss Hazel.” She curtsied elegantly and returned to standing. “I have the Princess here… she wanted to walk.” The whole family perked up as she gestured towards the out-of-sight Lucas to approach.  Angie then moved into a low whisper towards the family. “Just a warning, she’s, um, a little crabby. She woke up and had a little tantrum on the way over.” She looked down as Lucas came into view in the doorway. Charlotte gasped. Leo’s eyebrows raised as he looked up from his phone. Hazel’s heart stopped.  There, Lucas stood in his tutu. Though he was physically mostly the same as he had been, the most noticeable difference was in his hair. Whereas before his messy blond locks came down to just below his ears, they now flowed all the way down to just pass his shoulders. Although he had been naturally blonde like the rest of the royal family, his hair colour had been adjusted to now perfectly match that of Charlotte. His hair had a wavy, gentle pattern to it, a similar consistency to Juliette’s. He stared down at the floor underneath his eyelashes, which had been subtly elongated. Much like his hair colour, his eye colour too had been changed to match perfectly with the royal family.  “Oh my word, she’s just darling! I can’t believe it!” Charlotte clapped her hands and arose from her chair before kneeling down, arms open. “Come to Mommy, Lucille!” Lucas stood still. He balled his fists in rage. Hazel waited for him to look at her, but he didn’t. His eyes remained fixed on the floor, as his post-tantrum red cheeks grew even redder. He took a sharp inhalation and slowly stepped forward towards Charlotte, his clumsy footsteps silent thanks to his soft ballet slippers.  Charlotte scooped him into her arms and planted kisses all over his face, admiring his long hair by running her fingers through it. “Oh, my gorgeous girl. Mommy is going to have so much fun with your hair! It’s so silky and soft!” “And that’s not all,” Angie approached. “Go on, Princess. Say hi to Mommy.” There was another silence. Charlotte bounced him in her arms to goad a response from him. Finally, he spoke.   “…Hi.” Charlotte gasped again, and Leo had to stifle a laugh.  “Omigosh!!” Juliette exclaimed as she jumped up with a smile.  Although the utterance was brief, the change in his voice was immediately apparent. Though the voice was not that of a baby’s, it was most certainly one much more youthful in pitch than a man of Lucas’ age. What was more important, though, is that it wasn’t a man’s voice at all - the voice he spoke with was unmistakably a girl’s voice, soft and feminine no matter what he tried.  “Ah! That is too precious!” Charlotte cooed. “Alicia was right - the voice procedure was so worth it. Don’t you think, honey?” She turned to face Alexander.  “Indeed. She certainly sounds the part now.” Alexander, who although appeared warm, never fully seemed to be invested in Lucas, his many professional obligations aside. He was a quiet man of few words, and he was happy as long as Charlotte was happy.  “Luciluciluci!” Juliette squealed. “I made you a card! Lookit!” She held it up for Charlotte to take. She showed Lucas the card and read it aloud, though he was now able to read some of the words and letters himself thanks to his classes. It read “to the bestest little sister ever - love, Juliette”. Many of the words were misspelled, but the message came across.  “That’s wonderful, Julie.” She smiled. “Say thank you to your big sister, Lucille!” Lucas balled his fists again. He would do anything to avoid talking. He remained silent, but Charlotte was having none of it.  “Luci, say thank you. Don’t make me give you a time out.” He inhaled through his nose and glared at Juliette, not smiling. “Thank you, Juliette.” The new voice felt totally unnatural coming from him - so delicate and girly and youthful. And yet, it felt natural in that he didn’t have to change his voice at all to sound like that. It’s simply how he sounded. The girls erupted into more laughter and cooing at him. Hazel stood at the sidelines, her heart aching as she watched Lucas’ face.  Finally, Lucas could contain his rage no longer. He looked Charlotte right in the eye, and trying to put on his meanest face, he let loose in a way he hadn’t yet done.  “Fuck you, Charlotte! You’re sick. Let me go home!!” At least… that was what he intended to say. It took him a moment to realise it, but what actually came out of his mouth was… different.  “You’re a poopyhead, Mommy! Lemme go play!!” He gasped and covered his mouth in a panic. What the hell was that? “Oh!” Charlotte exclaimed in mild shock. Angie jumped in.  “Oh, yes, I forgot to mention - my apologies - Doctor Belleview mentioned that one of the procedures was, um, something about a “mental blocker”. It’s nothing extreme, she just said that it replaces age inappropriate language with something more fitting sometimes… usually when she’s trying to, um, swear.” Charlotte tutted at Lucas. “Well, I’m certainly glad you can’t have a little potty-mouth, Lucille. But speaking to Mommy that way is still a no-no. Do you understand?” “No!!” He rebelled. “Lemme pl.. lemme play!” He said, struggling to get the right words out, and failing.  “Do you want that spanking, little missy?” Lucas pouted silently and tears began running down his face. He shook his head.  “Do you?” “No, Mommy.” He relented and spoke in his new voice. The sound of it brought a smile to Charlotte’s face every time.  “Can I play with Luci, Mama? Pleeease?” “Actually,” Hazel finally interrupted, somewhat forcefully, “I believe she is overdue a nap.” She held out her arms to take Lucas from Charlotte. Charlotte glared at Hazel, handing Lucas over slowly, but her eyes telling her a different thing - to be very careful. Hazel returned the glare in kind and took Lucas out of the room, promising a disappointed Juliette that they could play later.  — “Come on, sweetheart. You can talk to me.” Lucas sat in her lap, silent. He made no eye contact with her.  “It helps to talk about your feelings, remember?” Still silence. Hazel sighed.  “Look… I didn’t know that she was doing any of this. I swear. If I did, I would have done everything I could to put a stop to it. I would never, ever do anything like this without your conse-” Lucas interrupted Hazel by hugging her tightly, burying his face in her bosom and sobbing quietly. The sound and sight broke Hazel’s heart. She hugged him tightly back, and shed some tears of her own. Finally, Lucas felt able to speak in his new voice - though all he was able to say was “Nana”.  After some time like this, Hazel put Lucas down for his nap. She wrapped him tightly in his blanket and placed a pacifier in his mouth, and Tiara snug next to him. She noted she had to move his hair out of the way more now, something they both would have to get used to with its added length. Lucas didn’t feel at all like sleeping, but he was tired, and shut his eyes.  Hazel stared down at him in the crib for a few moments. She hated that this had happened to him. She wished she could undo it, treat him fairly, but the more she pushed back, the more likely it seemed she would be pushed away entirely. To keep Lucas in her life, she had to play along to a certain extent at least. That tightrope was getting harder and harder to cross each day.  But as she looked down on the Little, she felt something else - something that wracked her with guilt, a feeling she tried to push down but couldn’t.  Lucille looked and sounded absolutely adorable.  She couldn’t help but feel this way, but seeing the Little with such long, beautiful hair, and hearing that soft, delicate voice coming from her - it made her heart flutter just as much as it did Charlotte’s, or any other Amazon. She wanted to take care of her, to nurture her, to keep feeding and changing and dressing and bathing her. It gave her purpose. And it gave her the best chance of keeping her safe, whatever that might look like.  Hazel sighed, putting these conflicting thoughts out of her mind as she wound up the mobile above the crib. She left the room, closing the door with a gentle click.  Meanwhile, Lucas laid on his back, suckling his pacifier, contemplating his situation throughly. He wanted to go home - he really did. But not only had he been blocked at every possible turn, not only was he under constant supervision and surrounded by technology he didn’t understand… even if he did go home, how would he be able to readjust? His motor skills had been reduced, and his voice was ridiculous. The mental block now changed his speech and vocabulary against his will. That’s not even mentioning the fact that his potty training was slipping away more and more - he was most often wetting without realising until after the fact, and he was beginning to do much the same with his pooping, too. He was changing and couldn’t stop it. He couldn’t go back to his old life; not like this.  Which gave him two options…  Either figure out a way to somehow reverse all of this and escape… Or give in. Admit defeat. Be the Princess everyone told him he was. His long lashes batted as his eyelids grew heavy. That question rung in his mind. He didn’t know the answers… though he was beginning to fear the choice was already made. That he had passed the point of no return. He focused on the mobile’s twinkling music, soothing as it always was, and drifted off to the sweet escape of sleep once more. 

After a year or so of training I'm at the point where I reliably wet every night however, I often wake up in the morning with a need to pee. Those of you that have successfully trained and been at this for years does this ever go away and did you eventually start waking up with a fully empty bladder? I seem to do most of my wetting in the deeper stages of sleep in the earlier part of the night and less as it gets closer to morning. I've been trying to train this the same way I trained wetting in deeper sleep but just curious what other's experience was like. Also did you notice your volume of pee changing? I've been doing less chugging at night now that I've accomplished my goal so I naturally wet less than I did before when I would chug a couple glasses of water before bed and I miss the feeling of a big full diaper. 

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