Sissy Room

I just 💩 the mother load in my wet size 8 Huggies complete protection. Going to slip into a fresh size 8 parents choice in a few.

Also I think it's relevant to mention that I do think that some people in my life know and/or have their suspicions, but I still haven't gone out and told anyone face to face.

Top of the pops this afternoon is The Pussy Ruiner.  

Book 2: Anger   Chapter 1: Nia Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 2 - Anger – LittleFallenPrincess       Months ago…   “I can’t believe I just came out and told her like that…” I said out loud, still shaking from my ‘coming out’ as one may put it. “I know Lucy is my best friend, and she won’t tell anyone. I mean she must have seen enough only the other week, when I brought her girlfriend back from the brink of death… But I needed to tell someone. Anyone.” I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror, feeling safe in the knowledge that everyone was out there, having fun, and most importantly… I had locked the door. “I can’t come out to Vic… ‘Oh hey, you know how I used to be an angel, then rebelled with my sister, got cast down and turned into a demon, losing my memories until only recently? Well I’m turning back into an angel!’ She… would shit herself. And not in the fun ‘making pushies’ way that she likes to say whenever she makes me do it in my nappy. No… she’d instantly start panicking. She’d start researching, worrying something is going on, thinking there’s some ulterior meaning behind all this. Like me getting wings could mean… losing me in some way.” I sighed. She wasn’t wrong though. I’m thinking the same things. I’ve done my own research, though I’ve had to do it my own way, which is a lot less thorough than hers. And if I started searching through her library, she’d get suspicious.  Nia… reading… yeah she’d think it’s the end of the world. But I'm worried that maybe… What if I lose my memories again, or maybe I’ll get called up to Heaven… or even worse… I’ll have to see that pathetic sad-sack I call a father. And there is no way in Hell… or Heaven… that I am seeing that git. He can rot in Heaven for all I care. He keeps his hands off my Vic… I stay away from the pearly gates. That’s how it’s been since I started getting my memories back. And oh boy… talk about those memories… I must say… they were not fun to experience again. Part of me is happy that I’m getting ‘me’ back, but part of me wishes some of these memories would’ve stayed gone. Because whilst I love my family… well… Most of them, I also started to remember Dad. And all his omnipotent bullshit. But anyway… back to my current meltdown, not the one I’ve been having for the past week or so. “Nia… you just need to tell Vic. Maybe. No… that’s stupid…” I said to my reflection, the pale skin beginning to come through in patches, as if my normal demonic red was just… painted on. My tail swished about in the background… it was in and out of phase. One moment it’d be swishing, one moment it’d disappear, just like how my glamour works. But this wasn’t my glamour. This is… old me. Like… ancient me. I know I’m not like Lucy, but if I had to compare it… this is ‘pre-transition’ me. This is me before the real me came out. Because the demon is me. I’m Niathruxzon, the demon. At least I think I am.” But as I looked at my wings, that were slowly unfurling yet again, revealing themselves and blocking out the view of my tail… as my horns began fading away… “But this… this is also me, Niazriel, the angel.”   It used to only be ‘Niazriel’. You’ve got the main archangels, ‘the seven’. Then you’ve got the Angel of Death. Hell, I’m sure a bunch of my siblings referred to themselves as ‘Angel of <insert something like fluffy puppies and rainbows here>’, but me… I was always just plain old Niazriel. No title. Just your generic angel. One of many. I was only known by the most popular angels because of my relationship with my sister, Lucifer. Samael… more commonly known as Lucifer… She knew I hated my name. Just as much as she hated ‘Samael’. So I started calling her by her chosen name, Lucifer, which quickly became just ‘Luci’ with me... and she shortened my name to Nia. Which then made my demon name make even more sense, as she sort-of-named me up in Heaven, so of course she picked Niathruxzon in Hell, just modifying my name to sound a bit more… me. Seriously… who calls their kids a bunch of names ending with -el?  Dad. That’s who. At first I didn’t know what to go by. Luci had originally picked out this really dark sounding edgy name for herself… Then Mum stopped her. Mum knew Dad had picked the wrong names for us, but she couldn’t override his ‘divine judgement’. So behind his back, she’d hang out with her favourite daughters, me and Samael. And when she overheard us trying out new names, Mum interrupted us and suggested a name: Lucifer. At the time, Luci heard the name and instantly fell in love with it. It was dark, edgy, it was a perfect name for a rebel, something she was trying to be against Dad. It took a long time for her to find out Mum picked it for a reason… It meant ‘Light Bringer’ or ‘Morning Star’. Because that’s who she was to Mum. Her little bringer of light. So then I asked Mum for a new name, wanting to be like my big sister. I hated Niazriel. And Mum was always so good at names. But she… and I’ll never forget this… well, never forget this again… she said ‘Niazriel… when you’re ready, you’ll find who you are. Your name is not for me to decide.’ I was devastated, of course. Luci got this awesome new name to begin her rebellion against Dad. And I… got nothing. Just a ‘your name is good enough for now’. At least Luci stepped in quickly, seeing how devastated I am, and said ‘You know what… I think you’re a ‘Nia’.’ I had replied with a quick ‘What, you think just dropping the pretentious crap at the end will make it better?’ to which Luci followed up with ‘Oh I don’t know, Nia. What do you think?’ So it just stuck. It felt so much more… me. Still a bit of a kick in the teeth being denied a new name by Mum… and I couldn’t come up with my own… but Nia… it worked. Nia. I’m me… my own angel. Not just a factory built angel like the rest of them. And that’s what brought me back to the present, standing in front of the mirror. Tears had appeared since I drifted off down memory lane, slowly trickling down my pale cheek. “I… I miss Mum…” It had been literally millenia since I last saw her. And Dad wiped my memories of her, so everything about her had come flooding back. From my childhood in Heaven, my time with Lucifer and Mum, my first time flying… everything was coming back in pieces. Even the times when I was a demon and my memories kept getting wiped, I was starting to remember everything. And hoo boy… I fucked around a lot. Pre-Vic and Pre-Video games Nia was a slut. I mean… I still am, just a more monogamous slut now. But after a good cry in the bathroom, waiting for my demonic appearance to return, I finally walked out to go get my morning kiss from my fiancée… and put on the fakest smile I can muster to pretend everything’s okay. That… I’m okay.   -------------------------------------------------   I knocked on the door, nervously waiting for someone to answer the door. And it felt like an eternity, as I waited there, my enormous hoodie engulfing most of my body. Seeing as my body was in a weird state right now, with angelic and demonic features occasionally appearing through my glamour, I opted for as much clothing to hide anything that may pop out or pop into existence, because so far, only Lucy knows about everything that is happening to me. “What is taking so long?” I grumbled to myself, pulling my phone out, wondering where Lucy was. Especially when she told me to come over to play with her whilst Fiona is out of town and Avery is ‘busy’. I reluctantly agreed, grabbing a lift from Vic as she headed into the office, as it would be a great distraction from everything that was going on with me right now. Didn’t help that I had crinkled all the way up to Lucy’s penthouse fortress. Which was so awkward when an old couple joined me on the elevator and I had to stay perfectly still, because moving around the tiny, silent elevator would’ve alerted them to my thickly padded state. Which I’m only in because Vic insisted I wear two boosters and a thick nappy, because I’m going to a ‘playdate’. No, Vic… it’s not a playdate, we’re just playing video games. And maybe be little. Maybe. Well… I have my dummy in my hoodie pocket just in case Lucy wants to have some little time together. Finally the door opened as I was half way through texting Lucy to come answer her damn door. And when the door swung open, a blur flew past the door, behind the figure standing in front of me… which was followed by a huge crash and the sound of lots of things being destroyed in the background. “Hey Nia…” Lucy waved awkwardly, standing there in the doorway, in just an otter onesie and cute matching socks. Thick padding was badly hidden behind the onesie snaps, clearly trying to burst out from its captivity. “What was that?” I asked. “That… would be Mummy,” she sighed. “Huh?” “Avery. She’s still getting used to her vampiric abilities.” “Oh shit, yeah. Forgot she’d have to do that.” “She’s been told not to practice in the apartment… but as Mama is out of town visiting family… Mummy decided that she’d use this opportunity to do the complete opposite. Honestly, I think she’s more of a brat than I am.” “Because you’re not a brat, Lucy. You’re like the goodest girl possible, so you can’t be more of a brat than anyone. I think it would be physically and mentally impossible for you to be a brat. It would probably hurt you. It’d be one of the signs of the apocalypse.” She didn’t appreciate my joke, instead she just moved out of the way and waved me in, before shutting the door behind me as I entered their apartment. “So… games?” I asked, trying to switch topics, away from the unappreciated joke. Again, she didn’t say a word, instead we walked over to the sofa. She grabbed the two controllers from the coffee table and threw one of them at me. ----------------------   “So…” I continued, awkwardly. Avery dashed by, just as Lucy evened the scores on the game we were playing. She’s really enjoying that super-speed, it seems.  “Go on…” Lucy sighed. “We can talk about her.  She’s too focused on what she’s doing.” “So her abilities… has she mastered any of them?” “She’s got her HEARING DOWN!” Lucy cried out, making Avery squeal out in a bit of shock from the bathroom in the back. “She’s also got used to her increased strength.” “What is there left to master?” “Feeding. Her diet is all over the place. She hasn’t been able to adapt so easily. And as you clearly saw when you arrived… her speed. She keeps crashing into things.” “You don’t sound impressed.” “I’m not,” Lucy sighed. “Why? I thought it would be cool having a Mummy who is a vampire like you?” “Not right now it’s not. I… I… I’m supposed to be the little! And instead I’m spending all my time teaching her like she’s a baby vampire. Which is fucking with my little headspace.” “Ah. Yeah. I can see that being an issue. But wait… didn’t you just say she got her hearing down?” Lucy rolled her eyes and sighed. That’s when Avery burst through the apartment like a racecar, stopping in front of the TV, looking down at the two of us… nappy and dummy in hand. “I’m sorry, babygirl. I’ve been so focused, and you’ve been so helpful. Right. No more helping, okay? No more big girl Lucy. Mummy will learn the rest on her own. Nia, sweetie? Mind playing your game on your own for five minutes whilst I go get this little tyke changed into something more appropriate?” I looked over at Lucy, who was clearly still processing this sudden turn… but she definitely needed it. So I turned back to her Mummy and nodded, smiling sweetly. “I definitely want to play games with baby Lucy!” So Avery took Lucy’s hand, pulled her off the sofa, and shuffled her off to the bedroom, whilst I quickly unpaused the game to unfairly cheat and grab myself a few points before Lucy returned.   “DAT’S NO FAIR!” Lucy whined as she waddled back in and immediately saw the new scores. “I’m surprised a big baby like you can even count…” I teased, as she plopped her fresh thickly padded butt down on the sofa, beside me. “HMPH! MUMMY, NIA’S CHEATING!” “She is? Don’t worry, I’ll tell her Mummy she’s been cheating against a baby.” This made both me and Lucy turn bright red. “Speaking of telling your Mummy…” Lucy trailed off. I know exactly what she’s talking about. “No. I haven’t. Not yet,” I replied, whispering. “Isn’t she going to get suspicious when your wings suddenly pop out? Or when your tail disappears and you aren’t glamoured? And your angelic hair colour? Wait… do you have a halo?” Lucy replied, whispering back at me so Avery doesn’t hear. “Lucy, you don’t just ask a girl if she has a halo or not…” I joked, awkwardly, trying to push myself away from this conversation. “Seriously though… I know your demonic features. Tail, red skin, horns. And I know your wings in your angelic form… as well as all the various colours your hair turns. Is there anything else angels have that I don’t know about that I should be expected to see?” “We… don’t have halos. Not exactly. Not physical ones anyway. And no, they’re not visible. They’re just… there. As an angel you can sense its presence. But you can’t sense other angel’s halos, only your own. It’s… weird.” “So… have you sensed yours yet?” “I don’t know. I’ve been too scared to check.” “I thought you sensed it?” “And my self-loathing piece of shit past-self, back before the angelic fall into Hell, managed to find a way to block the feeling. It will take a bit of time to unlearn that.” “So can no one else sense it? What does it do?” “It doesn’t do anything. It just… exists. As a sign that you’re an angel. As if the wings weren’t enough… And as for who can sense it, I know Mum and Dad could. I know other angels can’t. At least lesser angels like me. But maybe the Archangels can? I don’t know.” I turned to Lucy, whose eyes were as open wide as her mouth right now. “Mum? You have a Mum?” she asked in shock. “Yeah, so?” “I thought you angels were just… created?” “By one lonely dude in his workshop? No, Lucy. See… when a Daddy Supreme Eternal Creator Deity loves a Mummy Supreme Eternal Creator Deity…” I stopped because Lucy looked like she was going to bite me. And vampire bites aren’t as playful as everyone else's. “So why don’t you just ask your Dad? Or your Mum? Or try asking your sister?” “Well I haven’t spoken to Dad since the fall. Mum went M.I.A. during the rebellion. And… I guess I could try asking Luci. Maybe telling her about all these changes may help too…” It felt good to have some sort of plan. Especially because I desperately needed to tell someone else, someone that isn’t Vic. But when I looked back up at the screen, the sneaky little bloodsucker had stolen all those points back.         ===================================================== Posting chapter a day early because I wouldn't be able to post it until late tomorrow.   If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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Like the title says, I've told people online, like here, that i'm a bedwetter and such. Should I tell certain people that I know IRL or is it pointless? I feel like even if I keep it to myself I'm going to be caught one way or another. It's a very weird feeling the fact that my diaper was something I conciously controlled, but now it basically isn't and I'm wearing one so i dont have wet sheets.