Sissy Room

A prescription lens clock, so I can see what time it is at night without my glasses on.

I can add 2 more mornings now  16 & 17

Family

Chapter 11 Lucas awoke in his crib. He rubbed his eyes and moved his body, heavy as it was. He was in his crib, splayed out on top of the blanket with Tiara tucked under his arm. A pacifier bobbed back and forth against his lips. He looked at himself - he was clad in only a diaper, a clean one, and his body seems to have been wiped clean as well. He was alone in the room but heard the sound of voices in the living room beyond the door.  He groaned to himself as he came out of his milk-induced nap. As he stretched, he let out a light squeal, his muscles relaxing. The memories were slowly coming back to him - how he had peed all over Charlotte, Hazel, the floor, and then spit up for good measure, with everyone as a witness. He took Tiara and buried his face in the unicorn, hiding in shame despite nobody being around to experience it with him. “What’s wrong with me?” He asked himself, muffled by the fluffy companion.  He spent the next ten minutes awake in his crib but making no attempt to be retrieved. He was content to stew here in his embarrassment by himself for the time being. Eventually, he was forced to share his embarrassment as Hazel entered through the door, shutting it behind her. Lucas faced away from the door, unable to look at her.  “Oh, you’re awake? You should have called.” “Go ‘way.” He replied flatly, his face still muffled in his stuffy.  “Oh, come on, it’s okay. Talk to me.” She gently tapped his shoulder.  He slowly turned around, and although he knew it was Hazel standing on the other side of his crib, he didn’t recognise her for a second. Instead of standing there in her maid uniform as he expected, she was dressed in a light blue t-shirt, alongside a pair of tight-fitting khaki shorts. He looked at her in confusion, and his pacifier fell from his mouth and landed on the mattress.  “What are you…?” “Ah, yes… well, I thought I had packed more uniforms, but it seems I forgot them. My uniform is being washed, so I’m wearing something more… casual.” She spoke with a flustered shyness that was uncharacteristic of her.  “Huh…” Lucas looked her up and down. Her  cheeks reddened ever so slightly and she picked him up out of his crib.  “Listen… I’m sorry for… all that.” He finally got the words out, still unable to look her in the eye.  “Sorry?” She replied, confused. Then she let out a warm giggle, to which Lucas looked at her, at last, now in mild frustration.  “What’s so funny?” “Nothing, nothing’s funny… you don’t have to apologise for anything, baby. It wasn’t your fault, not at all!” “But… it was pretty gross. It got everywhere.” “Sweetie,” she began, giving him a look which brought him down to earth. “Believe me, I’ve been doing this for a while. I’ve gotten a lot worse on me than a little pee-pee and spit up. It comes with the territory.” “Okay…” he said sheepishly. “Such a sweet girl, worrying about Nana.” She slipped into a tone of mild baby-talk and kissed him softly on the forehead. He blushed.  “But I can’t imagine Mommy felt the same about it.” Hazel cracked a slight smile at his comment. “Yes, it was a bit… dramatic. But she’s all cleaned up now. We’re actually getting ready for a little hike, so I came in to wake you. How was your nap?” “I feel better now. I could use some fresh air.” “Let’s get you dressed then.” — The five trekked up a winding woodland path. The terrain was rough and rocky, with fallen branches and other difficult sections throughout. Alexander led the charge, carrying Juliette on his shoulders. She marvelled at the height she achieved, and was able to touch some of the lower branches, though Alexander kept a firm and unshaken grip on her even as she swayed. Charlotte was not far behind them, using a sturdy fallen branch as a makeshift walking stick to help her traverse the rough path. Leo was a bit behind, carrying Lucas’ diaper bag slung over his shoulder, and feeling the weight of it. Finally at the back, Hazel marched carefully along the path, wearing sturdy hiking boots to help keep her balance. Over her chest she wore a baby harness into which Lucas had been strapped. Despite his protests, he had been placed into the harness facing towards Hazel, giving him a very up close view of her chest, the size of which was more prominent in her t-shirt than in her usual maid uniform.  “Uh… can’t I just walk, Nana Hazel…?” He asked, trying to look anywhere else, though he was so close he had little choice.  “Sorry Princess, the road here is a little too rough. Once we get to more stable ground we can see about you walking.” He sighed. It seemed for the moment he could only stare ahead and watch as Hazel’s chest bounced up and down as she stepped through the terrain. He hated to admit it, but the sight did make him think about nursing, even if only briefly.  Leo was huffing alongside Hazel. “Ugh… what’s in this thing? Must it be so heavy?” “All those supplies add up. It’s the usual changing supplies, but I took the liberty of packing a mini picnic set for us, for the end of the hike. Thank you again for carrying it, your highness, I greatly appreciate it. As you can see, I have my hands a bit full.” “Not sure why you’d take the risk after what she did earlier…”  “Oh stop, Prince Leo. You know she can’t help it.” “Do I know that?” Hazel tutted at him disapprovingly and turned her attention back to the trail. Leo looked downwards to meet Lucas’ gaze. They stared at each other for a moment before Lucas stuck his tongue out at the royal prince, following it with a victorious smirk.  “Little brat…” Leo muttered to himself.  Eventually, the trail evened out enough for the group to walk steadily along. Juliette gladly took the opportunity to run around wildly, having pent up a great deal of energy on the way over. Hazel agreed to let Lucas walk, but only if he held her hand the entire way. Lucas had to walk a great deal more carefully than the Amazons, and his small stature meant he covered much less ground anyway. As a result, Lucas and Hazel fell behind the rest of the group.  “So…” Lucas broke the silence, “how’s it feel being out of uniform?” Hazel gave a look which signalled she wasn’t expecting the question at all. “Ah, well… ahem. It’s nice, I suppose.” “Really?” He replied, cracking a smile. “Doesn’t sound like you think it’s nice.” “I will admit, it’s somewhat… unusual for me to wear such casual attire around the royal family. It takes some getting used to.” “So you’ve been working for them for years, and you just wear the uniform constantly? They don’t let you chill out in sweats sometimes?” Hazel laughed. “Sweats, goodness me. What kind of royal servant would I be… really, the uniform is quite comfortable. I feel prepared to perform my duties when I wear it.” “If you say so. Looks a little uncomfortable to me.” “Since we’re discussing attire… how have you been finding yours?” Lucas’ jovial demeanour faded. “I don’t think you’d like my answer.” Hazel checked that the rest of the family could not hear and turned back to face him. “Perhaps not. But I would like to hear it anyway.” “…I hate it. This outfit today has been the least offensive, but I look and feel ridiculous. In case you forgot, I’m not actually a girl.” Hazel nodded. “I can understand you feeling that way. For what it’s worth, I think you look lovely in them. Given that your choice of attire is not going to change any time soon, I would just embrace it - try to find the fun.” “Fun? Diapers are fun? If that’s the case, you try wearing them. See how fun it is.” Hazel shot him a sly look. “Even if I wanted to, a certain little-miss goes through so many diapers, there’s none left for anyone else.” “Ha-ha.” Lucas’ sarcasm put an abrupt end to the banter. He began looking around at his surroundings, and came to a stop when something caught his eye.  There, staring at him from within the overgrowth, was a pair of beady eyes. Shuffling a little closer to get a better look, he saw that it was in fact a bunny rabbit, nose twitching as it stood alert.  “Ooh…” Lucas inched a little closer, trying to be careful not to spook it. It was at this moment it also occurred to him that, despite looking like a regular cute rabbit, it was in fact quite a bit larger than the ones he was used to. It was about the size of a small dog, in fact, making it a bit more intimidating to get close to. He crouched down on the ground to stare at it a bit longer. Hazel had watched the whole time, and with a smile on her face, she crept up behind Lucas and crouched to his level as well.  “It’s a bunny! How cute.” She whispered to him.  “It’s… big.” “Yes, I suppose it must look big…” “When I was a kid - an actual kid - my cousins had pet rabbits. I always loved going to their house to see them. Only other  animals I ever saw growing up were stray cats and dogs.” “There’s lots of wildlife around here. It’s part of the reason the family loves coming here so much. It’s certainly charming.” Hazel and Lucas appreciated the bunny for a little bit until it scurried off into the woods, spooked by some noise it heard.   “Bye bye bunny!” Hazel chirped. “Let’s get going.” She rose to her feet and Lucas went to do the same. As soon as he moved, there was a familiar rumbling in his stomach, and the pain indicating a building pressure that came with it.  “Uh oh…” he muttered, still staying in his crouched position.  Hazel turned back to face him upon noticing he wasn’t following.  “Lucille? Everything okay?” The following sound of wind escaping him answered her question.  “Oh, baby… is your tummy okay?” “I’m fine! I just… need a minute… ugh. Hey, we’re in the woods, right?” “Yes…”  “So what’s stopping me from… you know… doing my business in the bushes over there?” Hazel looked at him a bit dumbfounded. “Well first, that’s quite unbecoming a Princess, Lucille….” As if Lucas cared about that.  “And second, that’s not really an option unless we want to dig a hole, and I don’t see that happening. Sorry kiddo… that diaper isn’t there for nothing.” He sighed deeply, placing his hands on his head and still not moving from his pose. “Not again…” “Baby, it’s okay, really.” She crouched and began rubbing his back. “It’s normal to poop in your diaper - you are a Little, after all. No big deal - I brought the bag, remember? We’ll get you cleaned up.” “Not the point, Nana…” he continued to fart periodically, drawing reactions of frustration across his face. “I mean… if I have no choice… can you at least like, give me some privacy?” “I’m not going to leave you here.” “I don’t mean leave, just… go over there. Look somewhere else.” “…Alright, but I’m not going far. You call me when you’re all done. Okay honey?” He simply gave a nod, focusing on holding himself together until Hazel was away. She took a few steps off, to the other side of the road, and looked slightly away from Lucas, keeping him within her peripheral vision without looking like she could still see him.  Lucas exhaled deeply. The need to go wasn’t as immediate or uncontrollable as it had been the other times - now, it was building slowly, inevitably, towards his doom. At the moment, that honestly felt worse, because he was now having to make the conscious decision to mess himself.  Balling his fists and closing his eyes, he decided it was now or never. He strained his body, still squatting down, and pushed. It went against the toilet training he’d had virtually all his life, and that programming was not easy to break. It took him several minutes of straining to get anywhere, which promoted a response from Hazel, still not looking directly his way.  “If you need any help, I-” “No!! No help.” “Just saying…” He went back to straining. Finally, he felt a push hit the back of his diaper. It began to spread, slowly but surely, and he heard his diaper crinkle as it expanded to accommodate the extra weight. He continued to push, and made little progress finishing - until he did, all at once. A great deal more loudly escaped his behind, to his shock, and finally he took a breath. His diaper was well and truly filled, and he felt gross. The warmth inside his padding soon became apparent alongside the smell.  With heavy breaths from the straining, he slowly and carefully stood upright, trying his best not to disturb what was inside the diaper. He dared not move his legs from their present spot.  “I’m… finished.” Hazel approached him. She placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled, then looked up at the trail. No other family members were in sight.  “We’ve been here for a little bit,” she thought aloud, “the rest of the family is probably at the trailhead. It’ll take us a while to get there and grab the bag… we can move quicker if I carry you the rest of the way.” She snaked her arms under his armpits to lift him, but he quickly wriggled away from her grasp.  “N-no! If you put me in that harness thing, then it’ll… in my… it’ll be gross.” She nodded in understanding. “Well, baby, it’s your choice if you want to walk… but it’ll take us longer, and I’m not sure you really want that.” “Well… maybe we could wait here for them…” “That would freak them out. Come on, Princess, it’ll only be a few minutes.  He couldn’t argue with her. Taking step after step in this full diaper sounded like torture. But so did sitting in a harness, bouncing up and down for who knows how long. He was truly lost for options. He had nothing to do but sigh and wordlessly extend his arms out, inviting her to lift him. She obliged.  “Okay, let’s take it slowly…” she gingerly lowered him down, his legs passing through the leg holes of the harness. Finally, his butt began to press against the seat, and it was every bit as gross as he had feared. He whined as he felt the poopy contents of his diaper spread all across his backside, diaper crinkling and squishing in ways that made him want to gag.  Finally he was dropped in, facing toward her once again. He braced himself for what was likely going to feel like a long journey ahead, and Hazel wasted no time in moving. She tried to lessen the damage with soft footsteps, but the inevitable bounce of her walk led to a great deal of bouncing in his harness, forced to deal with his dirty diaper every step of the walk to the trailhead.  “This is the worst…” he muttered.  “Hush now. Won’t be long until we’re there.” She popped a pacifier into his mouth and got on her way.  — As they reached the end of the trail a few minutes later, they came to a scenic clearing where the rest of the family waited. They sat on a blanket atop a patch of grass on the lake shore, already having started their picnic in the absence of Hazel and Lucas. Across the lake, a waterfall rushed down, creating an ambient noise that was soothing and breathtaking.  “Look mama!” Juliette announced, mouth full of pastry, as she pointed at Hazel and Lucas. “Oh heavens, there you two are!” Charlotte fawned. “I was beginning to grow worried.” “Apologies, your highnesses. We’re fine - just had a little run-in with a bunny rabbit that this little explorer just had to investigate!” Hazel patted Lucas on the head. He blushed, but he was glad she seemed to be covering for him.  “We’ll just need to step over there for a minute - I’ll take that.” Hazel picked up the diaper bag and Lucas sighed. So much for covering for him, though she didn’t say it out loud.  The Queen gave a knowing nod. “Hazel, no need for you to carry Lucille and the bag. Get one of these two to help you.” She gestured to Leo and Juliette.  “Oh, Queen Charlotte, there’s really no need.” “I insist! Your back must be killing you carrying all that weight on this hike.” In truth it wasn’t, as Hazel was in excellent shape, and Lucas’ petite frame added little extra weight anyway.  “Really, I can manage. Thank you.” Hazel bowed her head respectfully and set off to a private spot. Leo breathed a sigh of relief and shot his mother a disapproving glance. Juliette was too enamoured with stuffing a donut into her face to have paid attention.  “Okay, this should be good.” Hazel found a large, flat rock which would serve as a makeshift platform on which to rest the diaper changing mat. She rolled it out and placed Lucas on top, making sure he was level and secure. “Now hold still, we don’t want you rolling off.” As she retrieved some more supplies she turned her gaze back to Lucas, and suddenly paused while staring at him. “Ah…”  Lucas removed his pacifier. “Ah? What does that mean, ah?” He interrogated her, growing nervous by her clear hesitation.  “Looks like you did a number on that diapee, baby… he looked down at his body and realised with horror what she referred to. Streaks of poop had escaped out the leg holes of his diaper, staining the uppermost visible parts of his thighs and, even more concerningly, his shortalls.  “Oh god. I told you the carrier was a bad idea…” “Relax, baby, and watch your language. Blowouts are bound to happen. You didn’t go poopies after your breakfast, so we shouldn’t be too surprised. Here, let Nana clean you up.” Hazel removed his shortalls and set him back down on the changing mat, where she got to work on his change. Opening his diaper, she assessed the damage.  “Whew…” she commented, clearly taken aback by the smell, which made Lucas blush intensely. “Someone’s stinky today! Good thing we’re outdoors…”  She cleaned Lucas up vigorously, a process which took quite a bit of time considering the amount the diaper contained, and the fact that sitting in the harness had spread it so much. Aside from her initial comments, Hazel did the job unfazed by the smell or sight of what she was dealing with. Lucas was less desensitised to it, and tried to not breathe through his nose.  When the job was done and Lucas had been given rash cream, powder, and a new diaper, Hazel balled up the soiled one and placed it into a tightly sealed plastic bag, before placing it in yet another plastic bag for good measure.  Lucas sheepishly looked at his Nana. “Hey… thanks for not making a big deal of it… with them, I mean.” “Of course, Princess! All in a day’s work…” a smirk formed across her face as she gently tossed the weighty plastic bag into the air and caught it in her hand again, emphasising her confidence.  “Please don’t do that.” His reaction prompted a giggle from her. With nowhere to properly dispose of the diaper, she placed it into the diaper bag. She then turned to Lucas with a more serious tone.  “So a bit of bad news. Your shortalls got pretty stained around the legs, so they’re gonna have to go in the bag too. We don’t have any spares so you’ll be going pantsless for a bit.” “What?” He looked down. He was still wearing his striped t-shirt, but that did absolutely nothing to hide his diaper. The t-shirt was tight fitting and only reached to the waistband of his diaper, meaning the whole thing was on display. “I can’t go around like this!” Hazel rolled her eyes. “Oh, don’t worry, sweetie. It’s perfectly normal for a Little to go around in just a diaper sometimes, especially around family. Nobody bats an eye. Besides, you’ll be in the harness again, so everyone will mostly be seeing your legs.” She popped the pacifier back in his mouth.  He groaned. He couldn’t believe he was now missing the relative modesty of a frilly dress - something about being out here, in the open wilderness, in nothing but a diaper, disturbed him. He felt like a tour group of attractive women were going to show up and laugh at him like some kind of bad sitcom plot.   Hazel lifted Lucas into her arms, having packed the remaining supplies back into the diaper bag. Back at the picnic site, she sat Lucas between herself and Leo on the blanket.  “Look Luci!” Juliette leaned across the blanket to show Lucas a bunch of wildflowers she had picked near the lake. “Aren’t they pretty?” Lucas gave a courtesy smile. Some of the flowers were a little tattered thanks to Juliette’s less than delicate handling. Hazel beamed.  “They most certainly are pretty! May I?” She took a purple flower from the bunch upon Juliette’s approval, and delicately tucked it into Lucas’ hair.  “Oh, how darling! Charlotte cooed. “Say thank you, Lucille!” Lucas looked to Juliette and quietly responded, suckling on his pacifier gently. “Fank you Juwiette..”  “‘Course baby!” “I’m going to walk around the lake.” Leo arose and stretched a bit before taking a few steps away. “Oh Leo!” Charlotte called out. “Why don’t you take Lucille with you?” Leo, Lucas and Hazel all looked to the Queen in shock.  “Mother, why? Must I?” “Your highness, are you sure it’s wise to leave them alone together this soon?” Hazel spoke in a hushed tone to Charlotte, who nodded.  “He’ll have to learn, Miss Hazel. That’s the point of this trip - family bonding.” She turned from Hazel back to Leo. “Yes, Leo, you must.” He groaned heavily before returning to retrieve Lucas. He carried the Little away over his shoulder, leaving Lucas to stare at Hazel in worry. She returned his stare and called out to Leo.  “Just make sure you stay where we can see you! Call if you need any help!” After a few moments, Leo and Lucas were far enough away that they could still be seen but not heard by the rest of the group.  “I really can’t have one moment of peace, can I?” Leo sulked, directing his ire at Lucas. He set Lucas down on the ground, allowing him to walk alongside.  “You and me both.” “Mother had me reading a book on Little care last night - she called it ‘extracurricular learning’. I don’t know what she expects me to do with you.” “Maybe she wants you to lighten up.” “What future king has ever had to concern himself with this kind of behaviour? You’re a commoner, not even royalty. I can tell by the way you speak.” Lucas rolled his eyes. “Well, look, it is what it is. We don’t have to like each other but let’s just try and deal with it for now.” The two were silent for a few moments. Lucas’ mind went back to their last conversation - and what Leo had said about portals. He figured this might be his last chance for some time to talk to the boy one on one.  “So… before, when I mentioned portals, you said something could be arranged… what did you mean by that?” “I meant we should be looking at sending you home.” “Is… is that possible?” “You really don’t know anything, do you?” Leo scoffed. “Portals are rare and random events, but scientists have been able to open them for short periods at will. I learned about it in my science class.” A chill ran down Lucas’ spine. He had been told that there was no way to guess when or where a portal would open - now here he was, being told that scientists could theoretically open them in a lab. The fact that it was coming from his enemy made it all the more believable.  “Could… could you take me to one?” “Hm? Me?” Lucas nodded. “How do you expect me to do that? I may be a Prince, but that role comes with great scrutiny - especially since you arrived. I can’t leave the castle grounds without mother and father and dozens of servants knowing. And then getting you near a lab would be a whole other matter… no, you would likely have to convince mother and father of it beforehand. And I have tried.” Lucas did feel it was unlikely, but he wasn’t willing to give up.  “Look… you don’t want me here, and I don’t want to be here. You’re right, I’m not royalty, and I’m certainly not your little sister. I’m not Princess Lucille of Avalir, I’m Lucas Hale, and I want to go back to my world and my life. There must be something you can do to help.” Leo scowled at him, clearly more annoyed by Lucas’ speech than swayed.  “What if…” Lucas paced. “Okay, bear with me. What if you pretended to get really into having me as a sibling?” “Excuse me?” “I know, I know… if you got really into it - the idea of helping take care of me - maybe the family would look at you a little less closely. I’d play along too. We might be able to swing this. If anyone has the resources, it’s a driven, intelligent royal…” Lucas’ attempt to play to Leo’s sense of ego seemed to have a momentary effect, as a look of pondering flickered in the Prince’s eyes. Lucas held his breath in anticipation. But after a moment, the pondering faded, and Leo shook his head.  “You might not be a baby, but you sure do babble like one.” He threw a flat stone out to the lake and skipped it with impressive skill across the water. “…But, well… let me see what I can do.” There it was. He had made an inroad - his best hope so far of getting out of his frilly, padded nightmare. He would just have to continue working on convincing the Prince - even if that meant that he would have to convince the rest of the family that he was truly a Princess who loved his big brother. “Leo! Lucille!” Alexander called from the blanket. “We’re packing up!” “Coming, father!” Leo responded. He picked Lucas up, his skill in handling the Little improving with each attempt.  “I’m handing you back to Miss Hazel before you fill your pants again.” Leo mocked.  “Always next time…” Lucas threatened teasingly.  — It was night time in the cabin. Lucas had been fed, once again through a bottle by Charlotte, and put to bed. Juliette and Leo were similarly asleep for the night, though Leo was probably staying awake on his phone as he tended to do. Alexander and Charlotte were enjoying a night swim in the adjoining pool outside the cabin, and Hazel was finishing up her tasks, having pumped more breastmilk and folded her now clean uniform, ready for the next day.  “Thank goodness…” she murmured as she ensured the uniform was folded to perfection. Setting that aside, she went out to the pool, where Charlotte beckoned her over.  “Hazel, darling, are you sure you won’t jump in for a dip in the pool? The water is quite refreshing after such a long day.” “Ah, you’re too kind, your highness… but I don’t feel it would be appropriate.” “Nonsense.” Alexander added. He was a man of few words, but when he spoke, he naturally drew all attention toward himself. “This trip is for bonding and relaxing, after all.” Charlotte nodded. “Alexander is right. You may be our servant, Hazel, and a fine one you are - but you are also a dear family friend at this point. You have devoted yourself to us and our children. I consider it important that you relax for your own well-being. You have a swimsuit, yes?” “Y-yes… I suppose a few minutes before bed wouldn’t hurt.” Hazel quietly entered her bedroom, where Lucas was asleep in his crib. Swaddled, sucking on a pacifier and cuddled up to Tiara, he looked the image of comfort, a sight that always made Hazel’s heart melt a bit. Carefully and silently, she began to strip, removing her shorts, t-shirt and underwear, being careful to check that she hadn’t woken Lucas at regular intervals. She then slipped on her swimsuit, a modest, black one piece.  She felt her heart racing a bit as she prepared to step out. Hazel had always placed great importance on her grace and modesty - through her own notions of what a maid should be. Even with the encouragement of others, she found it to be a threshold difficult to cross. Nonetheless, she reminded herself that she was acting on the insistence of her majesty - effectively viewing it as a royal order made it easier for her mentally.  “There she is!” Charlotte smiled as Hazel stepped out, hands clasped together before her in familiar formal posture. Charlotte gestured for her to enter the pool, and she did so, venturing down the steps and into the cool water.  “Here, you’ve earned it,” Charlotte held out a wine glass containing a small amount of white wine, an expensive vintage, that the queen had been enjoying that evening. “For your hard work.” “Oh no, your highness, I really couldn’t-” “Please, Hazel, I insist.” Hesitantly, Hazel took the glass and raised it in a brief toast before taking the smallest sip she possibly could.  “We wanted to thank you for all your hard work with Lucille, Hazel. She seems to be coming along - the family bonding seems to have worked.” Alexander smiled at her.  Hazel nodded. “Yes, your highness. This evening Lucille and Juliette quietly coloured together for over an hour. And she told me that she and Leo had a nice time looking at the lake together - he’s improving in handling Littles, too.” “Yes, the way he carried little Luci was wonderful.” Charlotte agreed. “That reading material I gave him is paying off. Though he still needs some work - he’d have thrown a fit had Luci peed all over him the way she did on me!”  The three shared a laugh and continued to sip. Hazel felt her muscles relax in the warm water.  “And Lucille is doing well in her etiquette. I have confidence she’ll be able to perform at the debut to a good standard.” “I’m so glad. Still, keep those enhancers close at hand - just in case any last-minute nerves pop up. We want no talk of her home dimension - not in public. This is her home now.” Charlotte drove the point home.  “Of course, your highness. I will keep the option available. The dress you have ordered is marvellous, but I imagine she might take a bit of coaxing to wear it!” “Well it wasn’t cheap, I can tell you that. Hand crafted and designed by La Petite Boutique,” she spoke the name of the luxury design brand with an impeccable accent, “Every detail. Even her diapers will be designer.” “Yes, I saw,” Hazel took another sip. “And the diamonds on the pacifier - another nice touch.” “Nothing but the best for our Princess.” Alexander added.  The three conversed for another while, and soon it was time for bed. Alexander and Charlotte retired to the master bedroom, and Hazel dried off and entered hers. Having always been a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol - which she almost never partook in - she found her head ever so slightly swimmy after one glass. She entered the room, illuminated only by a soft pink night light, and began peeling off her swimsuit. In doing so, she accidentally knocked an empty baby bottle from the counter. Lucas stirred a bit, and Hazel worried she had woken him - but thankfully he seemed okay. She removed the rest of her swimsuit and went to pick up the baby bottle.  Unbeknownst to her, Lucas had in fact woken up - just barely - and through squinted eyes, he watched as she bent over to pick up what she dropped. His face burned red as he saw her bend over naked - she seemed so calm about being naked around him, yet he felt he was seeing something he really shouldn’t. He couldn’t help but note the curves of her body and the smoothness of her skin. What was more concerning, however, was his reaction upon seeing her bare breasts, still glistening with water in the nightlight.  Whereas before seeing a woman’s chest in this way would stir in him the desire to ask for her number, now his immediate thought was milk, and his mouth began to salivate. What was wrong with him? He wasn’t even hungry. And even if he was - he had to have better standards for his meals. He shut his eyes and tried to put the thought out of his head. Sleepily, he reaffirmed his belief that this world would not get him. He would not be taken in by the veneer of luxury and riches - even though he was royalty, he believed it was a gilded cage, nothing more. Still - as he drifted back off to sleep, he did note he could do with a snack… Hazel, now dressed in light pyjamas and still a bit tipsy, wandered over to the crib and leaned across its railing. She gently, carefully pinched Lucas’ cheek, overcome with her affection for him in her mild intoxication.  “Mama- er, Nana could just eat you up…” Shortly after she crawled into bed and drifted off to sleep, the two sharing their room for the first time in comfort. 

I can't identify it, but it isn't anything on this list. The only white diapers using a duel tape are NS Supreme and BetterDry, both of which have the name printed on the diaper.