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I would love to be a submissive 21year old girl who still enjoyed wearing her diapers

That brings me back! The 7-Up with Grenadine was such a treat? In Calgary we have a restaurant called Smuggler’s. It is a steakhouse with a dark ambience. My mom and dad liked to go there on special occasions. It was a big deal because they had cloth napkins and a salad bar. It was such a treat to go to the salad bar After we ordered our main dishes.

Chapter 8 “More tea, Princess Lucille?” He scowled and held his cup aloft. Juliette, sitting opposite him at the table, lifted the teapot and began “pouring” the pretend tea into his cup. She held the pot there for several seconds, letting it touch against the edge of the cup a couple times - instead of the clink of porcelain, the two utensils only gave the hollow tap of plastic.  Today had been taxing enough for Lucas. First his doctor’s appointment, the result of which he still felt stinging on his bottom every so often. Then his fall outside - not the worst thing - followed by a change of his wet diaper. He had been mortified when it had taken him a good five minutes to realise he’d wet - he maintained that it must have happened when he fell off his trike. Hazel knew better, of course, but agreed, to save him some dignity. Shortly after he had been put down for a nap and fed his lunch, another round of baby food and breast milk that left his stomach grumbling even a couple hours later.  And now here he was, playing the long-threatened tea party with Juliette, an exercise which felt like it had already gone on too long only 10 minutes in.  Lucas and Juliette sat either side of the plastic table which stood in the middle of the playroom. Joining them at the other seats were a variety of toys - a stuffed bear, “Miss Fluffy”, a Barbie doll, and, of course, a large plastic dinosaur. All of them had their own teacups and accessories to differentiate them. Lucas was wearing a pair of fairy wings, while Juliette wore a wig thrown haphazardly over her head. She took a long, exaggerated sip from the empty cup, holding her pinky prominently in the air.  “Most delicious, isn’t it?” He glared at Juliette and then over to Charlotte, who was sitting in a chair not far from them. At the Queen’s insistence, Hazel had been sent to take a break, allowing Charlotte to spend some quality time with her girls. He felt her gaze pressing into him to answer, so he lifted the cup and took his own exaggerated sip.  “Y-yes, Miss Julie, it’s… scwumptious.” He hated every word coming out of his mouth. Juliette and Charlotte giggled.  “What’s that Miss Bear?” Juliette turned her ear to the bear beside her. “Oh my!” Lucas watched, waiting to be let in on the game.  “Princess Lucille, Miss Bear says that you…” she leaned in with a seriousness he hadn’t expected from Juliette. “…are a stinkypants. Is that true?!” “…nuh uh.” “Julie, dear, no name calling!” “Mamaaa, I’m not name calling,” she whined, breaking character. “It’s okay to be a big stinkypants! She’s justa baby, she can’t help it. Right Princess Lucille?” Lucas blushed hot red, then he composed himself. Two could play at this game. He took a long sip of his fake tea, then set the cup down. “Princess Juliette, if I’m a stinkypants…” She waited for his reply.  “…then that makes you a poopyhead.” “Lucille!” Charlotte chided. She knew it was in good fun between her girls but was still taken aback by the language. Juliette simply giggled.  “Well then, from now on we’re Princess Stinkypants and Princess Poopyhead. I decree.” Juliette giggled, mocking a ‘proper’ accent and vocabulary her mother didn’t appreciate all too much. Charlotte decided to steer their play away from such potty-talk.  “Oh my, Princess Juliette, have you shown Princess Lucille the crumpets?” “Ohmigosh!” Juliette snapped and got up from her chair with an urgency that made Lucas jump. She ran over to the play kitchen, adjusting her wig on the way, before bringing a tray out of the oven and carrying it over to Lucas. Presented in front of him were various piles of play-doh, mashed together from different colours.  “Bonnateet!” Juliette proclaimed with confidence as she began pretend eating the pretend crumpets. Lucas couldn’t help but crack a smile, and taking one of the crumpets he agreed, “bonnateet.” The tea party continued with Juliette leading the pace. She talked to him about how boys will be banned from the kingdom when she’s queen, because they have ‘boy cooties’. She then asked Lucas what he will do when he becomes queen.  “Ummm…” he pondered. He didn’t really have an answer, because it wasn’t something he’d ever thought about. But he knew he was expected to perform, at least for the moment. “…no more diapees.” That one at least came partially from the heart.  Juliette giggled. “Silly Lucille, babies need diapees!” “Nu uh.” “Yea huh! Mama and Miss Hazel say so.” “Juliette is right, dear.” Charlotte said, now standing next to Lucas and bending over to him. “Babies do need diapees. For example…” She lifted his skirt up, displaying the puffy diaper he was wearing, white with pink pacifier and rattle print across it.  “H-hey!” His face once again turned red as he tried to cover his modesty.  “Hush now, baby, let mommy check you.” She pulled the waistband of of his diaper and peered into the back of it. When she was satisfied there was no damage, she let it snap back shut, before working her fingers down the front to check for wetness.  “All clean. Good girl!” She praised him, though it certainly didn’t feel like it.  “But let’s see how long that lasts when you’re attacked by…” Lucas looked up at her, and she had a mischievous look in her eye he hadn’t seen before.  “The tickle monster!” She suddenly launched into a tickle attack, grabbing her baby and forcing him into uncontrollable laughter. Juliette joined in too, rushing over to be taken by the tickle monster as well. The three were laughing together, though Lucas’ was entirely involuntary.  “Well, I see someone is enjoying themselves,” Hazel beamed as she entered the room. “I take it the tea party is going well?” “Luci is Princess Stinkypants!” Juliette blurted out, apparently eager to call her sister that once again.  “Well, she wears the title well,” Hazel laughed, prompting a glare from Lucas, “but it’s not so long ago you were one yourself, Princess. I remember it well.” She patted the smiling Juliette on her head and looked to Charlotte. “Your highness, thank you for the break. It was much appreciated. Has she gone potty?” “Not as yet, surprisingly.” Charlotte replied.   Lucas, at this point, did notice that during the tickling a small stream of pee did escape into his diaper, but he was willing to let that be a secret for now, with so many people around.  “Wonderful! I’m keeping track of her pottying like Doctor Lowen suggested. She should probably be due for one soon.” “Hmm… I have an idea.” Charlotte gestured for Hazel to come closer, and she complied. The Queen whispered something into her ear. Lucas watched her face carefully - he could see Hazel react subtly to whatever it was that was being whispered. She gave a quick glance to Lucas, then nodded to the Queen.  “Of course, your highness. Princess Juliette, if you would come with me please?” “Aww Miss Hazel, we didn’t get ta finish our tea party!” Juliette pouted. “Miss Dinysaur will be very unhappy.” She turned Miss Dinysaur towards Hazel for emphasis.  She returned a smile. “Well, tell Miss Dinysaur that you’ll finish the tea party later. I need a little helper for something.” She took Juliette’s hand and brought her away, leaving Lucas alone with Charlotte, who then picked him up into her arms.  “Such a little cutie. Yes you are! Yes you are!” Her increasingly babbling baby talk definitely didn’t entertain Lucas in the same way it would an actual baby.  “You know my dear,” she continued, “it’s so hard to imagine that that a few days ago you were living on your own, fending all for yourself. It breaks mommy’s heart to think about! It really must have been fate that brought you here. And you really are so much cuter as a girl. Although… hm, we really must do something with your hair. Something more befitting your title.” She bounced one of his pigtails with her finger playfully.  “…Mmm.” Was all Lucas could vocalise in response. He was afraid protesting too much would land him in some kind of trouble.  “Just you wait, Lucille. Living the life of a Princess is just wonderful. I’ll have to bring you on one of myself and daddy’s business trips - everyone will be simply dying to meet you, even outside Avalir! Oh, and the debut party… I’ve picked out the most darling dress for you.” He finally worked up some courage to speak up. “Umm.. I’m shy with big crowds, m-mommy…” “Oh honey, don’t worry. Everyone is nervous first time. But you’re royalty, and it comes with practice. And there might be some more Littles for you to play with at the party!” “More… Littles?” “Oh, yes. You Littles have a terrible habit of falling into portals! Luckily there are so many loving mommies and daddies waiting for you here to put things right.” She kissed him on the forehead, but his thoughts were too rapid to notice.  Other Littles? He hadn’t even considered that he would get to meet any others. This could be huge - finally, he’d talk to people like him, people who understood, and maybe even people who could help him work out a way back home. Finally, somewhere to start planning! “Oh, we’d better get going! Nana Hazel and the others will be waiting, hm?” She kissed his head again and took him out of the playroom.  As they walked through the halls, Lucas’ eyes drifted hesitantly down from Charlotte’s face to her bosom. It seemed that the Queen, as opposed to Hazel’s modest attire, preferred dresses which showed off her ‘assets’ quite plainly. He felt bad for staring, but the way they bounced with every step she took was a little entrancing. And come to think of it, why should he feel bad for staring? Considering everyone in this world has been telling him he has to live off breasts, he should at least get to enjoy them.  So he decided to test that theory. As they moved through the hall, Lucas - subtly - manoeuvred his hand to rest on her chest. It was soft and warm to the touch. Charlotte took notice of his staring and wandering hands. He looked up, feeling like he’d just been caught in the act of stealing something - but to his surprise, he was met with a smile.  “Aww. Hungry, are you? Maybe if you’re a good girl you can get an extra snack before dinner, huh?” She pinched his cheek, not moving his hand from her breast. He decides to move it away himself, feeling weird about the whole thing and not wanting to give the impression he was hungry for more milk so soon. Come to think of it, his stomach was certainly getting a bit uneasy with the stride Queen Charlotte was walking at. The purée and milk from earlier seemed to be coming back with a vengeance.  They arrived in a room - another new one, by the looks of it. It was similar in appearance to the living room from last night, with several couches around a huge table. A TV hung on the wall, also of huge size, but was not switched on. Leo was in the room, pacing back and forth, while Hazel and Juliette sat one of the couches with a large bag sitting on the ground next to them.  “There you are, mother! Please, talk some sense into Miss Hazel, will you?” “Leo! We have talked about this. The only one who needs some sense is you, and that’s why we’re all here. Now apologise to Miss Hazel.” “But-” “No buts. Now.” Leo sighed, and turned towards Hazel.  “…Forgive me, Miss Hazel.” “That’s quite alright, Prince Leo.” Juliette giggled. “Leo got in trou-bleee!” “Ahem… since we’re all here - Leo, Juliette, you two are going to be my little helpers for a bit, and hopefully learn a couple things about Little care. Your highness, if I may…” Charlotte nodded and handed Lucas to Hazel. “Listen well, you two. Hazel is very skilled and she does so much for us - the least you could do is learn what it is she does.” Lucas was now becoming very worried. Having realised that this was part of the “classes” Leo and Juliette were supposed to take by shadowing Hazel, with himself as the subject. He wanted to escape, and murmured under his breath to Hazel while Charlotte was lecturing.  “Nana… please get me out of here!” She looked sympathetically. “Sorry, baby. It’s her highness’s wish. Just play along.” She popped his pacifier into his mouth, presumably to keep him quiet. “For me?” Lucas was getting pretty tired of being told to “just play along” at this point.   “Okay,” Hazel began, “first order of business is holding. Holding a Little can be delicate business - being so much smaller than we are, it’s easy to hurt them by mistake. When a Little is asleep, always support their heads by cradling them across your arm, like so.” Hazel moved Lucas in her arms to a sleeping position, where she demonstrated support of his head and his butt.  She then gave a similar demonstration for other positions, such as resting the Little’s head over the shoulder or allowing the Little to sit upright in the crook of the arm. She noted that holding under the Little’s armpits can be okay in short bursts but can bring discomfort.  “Okay, now that we’ve had a demonstration, it’s your turn. Leo, take your sister.” Hazel held Lucas out to be taken. Leo sighed and begrudgingly accepted. He gingerly took Lucas into his hands, clearly unsure of what exactly to do. At Hazel’s direction, he moved to the arm cradle position.  “Good. See how Lucille can lie back comfortably while you still have a free hand? It’s important to get comfortable doing this while also ensuring you keep a good grip on her. Now, switch to the shoulder position.” Though he fumbled a bit with Lucas, causing both of them discomfort, he managed to get Lucas over his shoulder. Charlotte also chimed in with notes.  “No dear, support her bottom more.” “Like- Like this?” He asked as Lucas fidgeted a bit out of discomfort, and a desire to be anywhere else.  “Here, let me move your hand,” Hazel added. “You should have your hand right over her butt like this, for a firm support. Good! There we go. Incidentally, this is the ideal position for burping her after she’s fed. Wanna give it a try?” Leo glared at her slightly. “Payback for yesterday?” He asked, sarcastically.  Hazel shook her head. “No payback here, just learning. Gently pat her back like this,” Hazel demonstrated the frequency and force needed for burping, and Leo followed afterwards, though clearly afraid he was going to make Lucas actually spit up on him.  “Don’t worry, she got that all out on me earlier. Didn’t you, Princess?” Hazel and Charlotte had a little chuckle, at his expense. Hazel felt a little bad upon seeing Lucas’ embarrassment, trying to apologise silently with her eyes.  Although the patting on his back didn’t make him burp, it did once again trigger wind in the other direction. A short, harsh toot sounded off from his behind, muffled by the diaper and the hand pressed against it.  “Whoospie! She’s a little gassy today.” Charlotte said, with Juliette stifling a giggle.  “Can you please take her now, Miss Hazel?” She shook her head. “Sorry, Leo, but this is another important lesson for Little care: sometimes, it can be a little gross. They spit up, they fart, and they go potty in their diapers… a lot. And that’s okay! It’s important to not freak out, to understand that it’s normal, and they can’t help it.” “I really don’t see why I have to learn this,” Leo sighed. “It’s not like I’m going to have to do any of it. That’s what we have servants for, isn’t it?” Charlotte tutted. “While it’s true that servants like Miss Hazel do most of the hard work, it’s important to know regardless, Leonardo. How can you connect with the people if you don’t know the every day tasks they must do? And besides, don’t be so sure you’ll never have to. What if Miss Hazel has to run out for a moment and hand Lucille off to you?”   He grumbled, clearly unable to argue with her logic. He could only hold his tongue, and Juliette her laughter, when Lucas let out another fart shortly after.  By now, Lucas was running very low on patience. His stomach had truly started to kick off now, and he feared he was about to repeat yesterday’s sandbox incident - only in a much worse environment, held by someone he didn’t trust and with an audience watching him. He was mortified, and could only twitch and fidget in his brother’s grasp as the cramps in his abdomen grew ever more intense.  “Hmm…” Charlotte noted, looking at Lucas’ reddening face. “She looks a little uncomfortable, don’t you think, Hazel?” Hazel took a look. “I know that face. She probably has to potty and is having some trouble, since she was due a while ago. Well, time for another lesson…” she grabbed Lucas from Leo, who was glad to be rid of him. Hazel placed Lucas down gently on the table, lying him on his back. He looked up at her with pleading eyes, sucking on his pacifier with increasing vigour. “So, when a Little has trapped gas, or has to potty but can’t, it can cause them a lot of discomfort. So this is a little trick we can use to speed up the process.” She gestured for Leo and Juliette to huddle around her and watch, and Charlotte joined in the back too.  “So you just grab the Little’s ankles like so…” like she said, she grabbed Lucas by the ankles. “And slowly, you bring them up to the tummy and then back down.”  She rotated his legs round and round in a circular motion, up and down, up and down. The pain increased in Lucas’ belly considerably, his bottom quietly sounding off every so often. “Nanaaa...” He whined aloud, no longer worried about speaking. His pacifier fell out of his mouth.  “I know pumpkin, I know. It’ll be done soon. Julie, would you?” Juliette picked his pacifier up and placed it back into his mouth. “There ya go, poor baby.”  “We can also massage her belly a little like this.” Hazel began rhythmically pressing and rolling her fingers along his stomach, which immediately prompted him to pass gas, this time louder again. She continued rotating his legs. He hated how his diaper crinkled every time they moved.  “It’s okay Princess. Just close your eyes and pretend you’re riding your trikey, huh? That’s it…” Hazel’s voice was dripping with sympathy. Lucas, in the midst of his crisis, did get a sense of genuine regret that she had to do this. Evidently though, her duty to the royals as his nanny mattered more to her than his dignity, at least in this moment. He had no choice but to close his eyes, and before he knew it, his mind was going back to riding his tricycle.  It only took another minute for him to break. With a lurch forward, he began filling his diaper involuntarily, placing his hands over his face as it started. The bottom of his diaper expanded out to fit what was filling it. It only took a couple seconds, but the damage was done. With his legs in the air and his diaper on display, he had just messed himself in front of four people. To add insult to injury, his bladder had also decided to give out halfway through the ordeal, leaving him lying in a truly soiled diaper.  And when he cracked his eyes open to peek at them, he saw the four faces staring back intently. Charlotte had a look of subtle pride on her face, though her nose was visibly wrinkling a bit. Leo was expectedly disgusted, holding his hand over his nose and giving Lucas a look of total disrespect. Lucille, usually the first to crack a joke about his diapers, was instead cooing at him, rubbing his hair and trying to console him. And Hazel was looking with a face of professionalism, but underneath Lucas could tell she wasn’t enjoying having to do this to him.  “Okay,” Hazel started, breaking the silence. “So we have a dirty diaper. Do we freak out and panic?” Lucas didn’t appreciate the use of “we” in that sentence, as if anyone but him had to sit in it.  “Nuh huh Miss Hazel!” Juliette answered. “We handle it like prof- professh… like grownups!” Hazel smiled. “That’s right, honey. Leo, help your sister with the diaper bag over there.” Leo helped Juliette pull the bag to the couch and sat beside her.  “Now don’t worry, I don’t expect you to handle this part just yet. Just hand me what I ask for and watch what I do. First, let’s take out the travel changing mat.” Leo produced a rolled up rubber blue mat from the bag. Hazel picked Lucas up and kissed his temple while Leo rolled it out across the table. The rubber was thin enough to be easily carried in the bag, but resilient enough to take some staining without damaging the surrounding. Hazel gingerly placed Lucas back on the mat.  “Must we do this in the living room?” Leo asked, his petulant tone now replaced with one of genuine confusion. “I thought the baby had a changing table.” Charlotte placed her hand on his shoulder.  “Changing tables are easy. It’s best to learn to do it under less-than-ideal circumstances.” “Okay, here goes.” Hazel subtly mouthed the word ‘sorry’ to Lucas, who had tears forming in his eyes and his cheeks once again burning red as she undid the tapes on his diaper, revealing its contents and filling the room with the smell.  “Oh, god…” Leo averted his gaze. Juliette tried to put on a brave face.  “Yes, yes, I know. We’ll get her cleaned up. Juliette, hand me those wet wipes.” She promptly did, holding them out at arm’s length.  “You want to get as much as possible off of her in this first stage…” she noted, beginning her work of wiping him down.  Step by step, she worked her way through the diaper change, asking for Leo and Juliette to hand her every item and making sure they knew each use - wipes, powder, rash cream, how to hold the legs by the ankles when lifting, how to make sure the new diaper is properly fastened, and finally how to most effectively ball the used diaper up and placed securely in a plastic bag. Lucas was cursing Hazel in his head, not enjoying all of the extra time he had to keep this gross thing on him while she explained every step.  “Aaand… done!” Hazel said, as she finished showing them how to tie the top of the bag. “Easy-peasy, huh?” “Not the word I’d use.” Leo kept his distance. Despite his attitude, he had indeed watched every step intently.  “Wooow, Miss Hazel,” Juliette wondered, “thassa lot of work! You do that all by yourself every day?” She chuckled with humility. “It’s not as bad as it looks, really. All of this becomes second nature after a while.” “Don’t be so modest,” Charlotte added with a hand on Hazel’s shoulder, “You really are a tremendous help to this family. Learning how to give you a hand is the least Leo and Juliette could do.” Lucas scoffed out loud, noting how she left herself out of that equation. The Queen glanced at him, but thankfully he was able to mask his derision as the random sounds a baby would make.  Hazel arose with the swaying plastic bag in hand. “Okay, I’d better get rid of this. Juliette, you can put all the supplies away. Mommy can help you if you get stuck. Leo, you practice holding Lucille a little bit more. I won’t be a minute.” Leo lifted Lucas up while Charlotte and Juliette got to work packing everything away and chatting to themselves - Juliette excited she had gotten to help. Leo took a few steps across the room, while Lucas collected himself after such an embarrassing display.  “Ugh. I can still smell it on you.” Lucas turned to Leo, who was speaking to him.  “Well sowwy, I…” Lucas noted the pacifier still in his mouth, and quickly removed it in frustration. “Sorry, but I’m not the one who signed up for this.” “You think I wanted to spend my time doing this? It’s beneath me.” “What’s your problem?” Lucas blurted out, immediately fearing he’d made a mistake.  “What’s my-” Leo began aggressively, before checking to see if the other girls had noticed and continuing, his voice lowered.  “What’s my problem? I should be asking you. This whole situation is ridiculous” “You’re telling me.” “I mean, a Little falls from the sky and suddenly my mother expects us to behave as if you’re one of us. It takes a lot more than an adoption paper to be a royal. And the fact that you dress like this…” he gestured to Lucas’ dress. “I thought it was bad enough when you arrived and I thought you’d be a baby brother - and you’re not even a real baby. The charade is nonsense.” Lucas was noting Leo’s candid way of speaking to him. Aside from Hazel, he was actually the only one so far who’d bothered to have a conversation with him. The fact that Leo didn’t seem to buy the whole baby act was at once refreshing and a little intimidating. He didn’t like being grilled like this, especially in as helpless a position as he was. He certainly didn’t want to be put in a position where he had to defend himself dressing in such a juvenile way.  “Well, if it helps, I’m right there with you.” Lucas crossed his arms and scowled. “If I had my way none of this would have happened. I’d be going through a portal back home first chance I got.” “…Well, perhaps that should be looked into.” “…Huh?” Their conversation was cut short by Hazel reentering the room, just as Charlotte and Juliette finished packing everything away and chatting.  “Well, good job team!” Hazel beamed. “We’ll pick it up again sometime. I could use some fresh air - what do you say, your highnesses?” “I’m afraid I have studies to attend to.” Leo promptly handed Lucas back to Hazel, while Juliette jumped at the chance to join.   “I’m afraid the King probably has need of my input on some matters as well,” Charlotte added. “But do have fun! I shall see you later, my dears.” She kissed Lucas on the forehead and knelt down, giving the same to Juliette. She then looked to Hazel. “But do make sure they’re wearing something a little more… appropriate for outside play, hm?” “Of course, your highness.” She thought back to the sandbox incident from yesterday and how her gamble of getting his dress cleaned up in time hadn’t played out. The Queen does take her outfits seriously - she’d let it slide for now, thankfully. “Nana… my legs are…” Lucas, now growing tired, couldn’t finish his sentence before Hazel shook her head.  “Don’t worry baby, I know you’ve had a big day. I won’t make you walk anywhere.” — The trio were at the playground outside, Juliette running around with her characteristic energy. She had changed from  her dress into a more simple t-shirt and overalls outfit, perfect for playtime. Lucas had not been changed into such an outfit - instead of playing on the swings or the sandbox, he was relegated to sitting in the stroller that Hazel insisted they use to get there. His stroller was parked next to Hazel, who sat on a bench. He sat indignantly with the straps still holding him in place, the central one forcing his legs further apart more than his diaper already was. Next to him, Hazel had placed his “favourite” unicorn stuffy. “I don’t know where she finds the energy…” Hazel said as she lovingly watched Juliette play. She looked to Lucas - simmering in silence and not looking at her. She frowned.  “Oh honey, Nana said she was sorry. I know that wasn’t fun, but it was the Queen’s wishes, I’m not in a position to deny her.” She was met with more silence.  “Tell you what - I’ll make it up to you, how’s that?” He finally looked her way. “Oh yeah? How you plan to do that?” “I don’t know. You’re the Princess - you tell me.” He thought for a moment, then bluntly gave his answer. “I want real food.” Her face twisted subtly. “Well…” “Show me that you can actually do something for me. Real food. Tomorrow.” She sighed. “Well, I suppose you’ve given enough concessions to me… I’ll see what I can do. What did you have in mind?” “Pancakes for breakfast.” “Alright. I’ll let you know.” “No baby food.” “Okay.” “…And no milk.” She laughed. “No can do, kiddo. Doctor’s orders, I’m afraid.” He sighed. He’d have to take the small victories - assuming Hazel kept her word at all.  “Ah, such a lovely day,” she chirped. “You picked a good time to land - Avalir is so lovely in the spring.” That got him thinking.  “So… tell me about Avalir.” Hazel looked away from the open sky and back to him. “What do you want to know?” “Well, it’s not like I’ve seen a lot of it. Just… tell me about it.” “Well… it’s a very modern country. We have strong medical technology, progressive culture, and and amazing weather. It’s also very peaceful here.” He nodded. “Do you guys, like… ever leave the castle?” She giggled. “Oh, of course! Your Mommy and Daddy are always away on trips, oftentimes to other countries. They sometimes take Leo and Juliette with them too - and you, soon enough, I’m sure. But aside from that, we make regular outings to Avalir City and beyond. Mostly for leisure.” “That’s something… I was beginning to think I’d spend my whole life in that castle.” “Variety is very important for stimulation, even more so for a Little. Don’t you worry, I’ll show you around. The Queen would just prefer we wait until-” Lucas interrupted. “Yeah, the debut, I figured. So like… the royals, they get all this influence and money without any of the responsibility of running the country?” “In a manner of speaking, yes… though there are still many responsibilities that come with the role. Ceremonial, diplomatic…” “So, nothing. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal.” “I recall reading that your dimension has similar royal families in some nations today. Is that so?” “I guess. I never really paid close attention.” He never imagined when seeing stuck up royals and their drama in the news that he would one day be one of them, so far from home and so far from the way he was used to living his life.  “I don’t mean to belabour the point, but there really is so much to love about this lifestyle if you give it a chance, Lucille. There are Littles who land in… much less favourable conditions.” “What does that mean?” She bit her lip. “I won’t go into it, as it doesn’t concern you. All you need to remember is that you are the you you’ve always been - and it’s going to stay that way. There’s no reason you can’t be proud of that, even though your lifestyle has changed.” He rolled his eyes. “Right, still me, just everyone treats me like an infant and a girl no matter what I say.” Hazel thought to refute, but thought it best to leave the subject be. Silence hung between them for a few moments, and Hazel decided to break the ice a bit.  “So, what’s her name?” He shot her a puzzled look. “Who?” Hazel glanced at the unicorn stuffy in his stroller. He glared at it, then her.  “Seriously?” “I am serious. I saw you with her in the playpen yesterday, and you seemed happy to have her by your side at bedtime. She should have a name.” “Names aren’t my strong point. Especially not for fake animas.” “Well, let’s think then. Hmmm…” she pondered aloud. Her eyes lit up with inspiration. “Oh! How about Tiara?” “…Tiara?” “Every princess should have one, after all. You’ll be getting a real one, of course, but still - I like it.” He looked at the stuffy, taking it in his hands.  “…Sure, Tiara. Whatever.” His tone was dismissive. But he had to admit - Tiara was kinda cute. He tucked Tiara next to him once again. Hazel beckoned Juliette over, signalling the end of playtime. Evidently she had made good use of her outside clothes, as she was covered in sand and blades of grass, prompting a tired laugh from Hazel.  The three made their way back to the castle, Lucas feeling the breeze against his skin as he was rolled away. 

This chapter was intense for baby Bradley I think after this change he has no hope to be treated like a boy his age now he is toddler Bradley !! I can only imagine Michele picking him up from school using a stroller and a toddler car seat she just buy for him to use and changing him in the parking lot his wet diaper for a new diaper she just buy that more cute for him (I thinking little kings that look just like pampers ) and a onesie for home 

Loving to see how deep Tay-Tay gets into this with each new chapter!