LittleFallenPrincess

Chapter 49: Bonds Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- May It was the boys’ turn to learn how to walk now, so we got to giggle at them falling on their padded backsides this time, as payback for all their behaviour in April whilst we were doing the same. But hey, at least they accepted this and didn’t argue or yell at us, they just joked it off playfully with us. In fact all the boys, both third and second years seemed a lot more accepting of Elysium now. Even if it was a reluctant acceptance, it meant that Elysium was still on track to have a 100% graduation rate. This made me happy, because as much as I hate Jack and Ollie and all those asshole boys… I still wanted the best for them. I still wanted them to be better people by the end of this. And yes… mostly I just wanted Elysium to work. Because if Elysium can make them into good people… then there’s hope for me. And yeah, I know… I found myself here. I accepted the real me. I’m already off to an amazing start… but that doesn’t magically fix my depression or my anxiety. I still feel the darkness inside me, the feeling that I’d be better off dead, the feeling of hopelessness, the worry that all this good will come crashing down at any moment and I’ll be rushing back to that bridge. My weekly therapy sessions with Joy are helping a bit, and accepting myself as the trans woman I always was is helping massively, but I can’t just let my guard down. I can’t let myself go backwards. I need to keep improving, getting better… and I’m just worried I won’t get better enough by the time I graduate… and that makes me worry I’ll slip back into my deep depression. But then I remember… I have Ella. I have Ceres. I have Vesta and Joy and Rowan and all my girl friends in here. I’m not alone anymore. I have a support system. No. It's more than that. I have a family. Also… good news… my breasts turned out to be a bit of a late bloomer… after months of very little growth, they suddenly exploded out (not literally!). This ‘in-house HRT’ really works differently than the stuff I would’ve got on the outside, it only took a couple of months for my cup size to dramatically increase. I’m still only like a B-cup now, but Joy assured me they hadn’t stopped yet, that I’d see more growth. I’m honestly happy with the progress I’ve had so far with hormones, but I’m not going to turn down bigger boobs! And I think Ella would definitely appreciate them, though I don’t think she cares that much about what size they are, she just can’t keep her hands off them… I guess that’s what happens when you’re stuck in a place like this and aren’t allowed to be sexual at all with each other, she’s been very pent up. I wish I could say the same, but as I predicted… my sex drive has plummeted. I still get horny, but I don’t get… excited… as easily, and it takes a bit more effort than usual. I already had a low sex drive… I made it through the first year ‘playing’ only a handful of times, unlike my roommate at the time who was rubbing his nappies every single night he didn’t sleep in my crib! So it wasn’t a huge adjustment, just means that I only get a bit pent up myself whenever Ella starts feeling me up. Other notable changes… my sense of smell has changed, my tastes have changed a bit too, and my body hair has thinned. Fat has redistributed a bit, due to the accelerated process. Metabolism has definitely changed, I’ve put on a tiny bit of baby weight in here, though I bet I would’ve gained a lot more if I didn’t have Elysium planning my diet. All in all… I was feeling a lot more like me than I had ever felt before. And people could see it, so many people were commenting how good I looked, how cute I was, how my hair looks even better and longer, how feminine I am… All except Aurora… who seemed to still have it in for me after all this time. I hadn’t had a proper interaction with her since Halloween, when she tried to get me to dress up as the knight, trying to get me to conform to their gendered standards despite having permission to wear that Princess dress. She was clearly a transphobic asshole then… and like 7 months later that hadn’t changed. She avoided talking to me, often going out of her way to not even acknowledge my existence. Which… to be fair… I was actually happy with. If she was openly bigoted to my face then I’d have a problem. Clearly no matter what I do, I won’t change her opinion on trans people, so I just let her have her bigoted opinion and I live my life in open defiance of her shitty beliefs. All the girls have avoided talking to her too, in solidarity. She doesn’t acknowledge I exist… So they pretend she doesn’t either, actively avoiding any instructions she gives. The first time Maria defied her, she nearly got a spanking, but thankfully Ceres being nearby stopped the Nanny dead in her tracks, instead Aurora just pouted and walked off, intending to complain to the higher ups. But when the higher ups are in the group that are pretending you don’t exist… I asked Jess and Sophia why they keep her on staff. They told me something about how hard it is to find new Nannies for something like this… how Aurora was so good at interview but then quickly became a bit of a bitch. But they’re also scared of her talking if she leaves, as even if she signs an NDA, there’s nothing stopping her from defying it and blabbing. Elysium isn’t exactly a legal operation and they refuse to brainwash anyone and wipe their memory with the hypnosis tech… and most annoyingly of all… she’s actually a good Nanny to her two boys. She was hired in the last batch of Nannies to be hired here, as Ceres’ batch was the first and they’ve all rotated around, so Aurora, despite being here for nearly three years, still feels like an outsider, like a newbie, compared to Ceres and Vesta. That seems to deepen the chip on her shoulder, which means she avoids talking to all the other Nannies except the third year boys ones. And apparently… She's kept them in check, creating a bond between her and her two boys, which means Jess and Sophia are hesitant about getting rid of her. They did warn her that she’s not to say anything transphobic to me. Which means that because the only things she wanted to say to me were transphobic… She never talks to me now. I do see the little sneers and evil looks she gives me when she thinks I’m not looking. This behaviour was something I expected in the outside world anyway, so I guess I’m ‘microdosing’ on it before being let out to experience it fully… Which leads me to this one day in May… As I was being taken through the usual ‘forbidden corridor’ that I was taken down weekly to see Joy for my therapy sessions, being carried on Ceres’ hip as she confidently strode down, passing all the mysterious doors which I had no idea what was behind them… someone was exiting one of the mysterious doors, closing it carefully behind them. “Rory?” Ceres asked, stopping behind them. “Oh shi- you startled me, Ceres…” Aurora replied, panting after the sudden shock. “What were you doing in there?” “T… trying to find something.” “Find what?” “The guidebook.” “What for?” Ceres asked, raising her eyebrow at the woman. “Because Ryan is acting up, and I needed to know if I could spank him for-” “Why didn’t you ask someone?” Ceres sighed. “Because, Ceres, you aren’t exactly friendly with me.” “No, but you have your own little clique with the other third year boys’ Nannies… you could’ve just asked them.” “They didn’t know either.” Ceres clearly thought this was suspicious. “Well, ask me now. I know we don’t get along, but that doesn’t mean we can’t be civil as colleagues…” “No.” The venom from Aurora’s word caused an instant silence in the corridor, and an eerie pause. “And why not?” asked Ceres. “Because you give in too easily. It’s not what I need with Ryan,” Aurora replied, sneering at my Nanny and me. “Haha… since when?” “Since you allowed Noah to become this…” That’s when Ceres gripped me tighter and I felt her body tense up… as if she was ready to throw a punch if this woman doesn’t back off. “You’re going to say that, to my face… with her literally in my arms?” “He needs to hear it. He needs to get that silly idea that he can be a woman out of his head.” “I swear… you use ‘he’ for her one more time… and I’ll make sure you’re in a much worse state than Jack was…” “Threats. That’s all thugs like him and ‘allies’ like you can muster. Because you know I’m right.” “Leave. Now,” Ceres growled, her words lingering in the echo of the corridor. “Or else?” “Or else I will make sure Judy and Sarah make an exception for their no-brainwashing policy…” Ceres growled, sounding even more defensive than I had ever heard her. “Sooner you see the truth… the better. Honestly they’re too soft here…” “NOW!” Ceres roared. Aurora quickly turned on her heel and hastily shuffled off down the corridor, leaving Ceres and I alone again. I waited a few seconds in silence as Ceres took deep breaths, her fists still clenched. “You okay, Ceres?” I asked. “Am I okay? Sweetie, it wasn’t me she was insulting. Though by insulting my baby, I guess she kinda was…” “I know she’s done wonders getting her boys in line… but do you seriously have to keep someone like her here?” “Don’t tell anyone… but I think when her boys graduate at the end of the year… she’ll be removed from Elysium and replaced.” “What if she blabs?” “That’s the current discussion we’re having… what to do with her.” “Would you really use hypnosis to wipe her mind?” “We normally wouldn’t. But she’s shown clear hostility to Elysium. She doesn’t believe in its ideals. She would sell her story to the papers within 24 hours of leaving this place, it’s only because of her boys and her salary here that prevents her from doing it already.” “I normally would agree that you shouldn’t. And I don’t want to control what people believe or think… but…” “But she needs to go,” Ceres finished what I was about to say. “Don’t worry, no matter what, she’ll end up with a comfortable life after leaving. Which if you ask me, she doesn’t deserve…” “Sorry…” “What for, sweetpea?” “I’m the problem here. She…” “She would still be a bigoted bitch even if you hadn’t come out. She always looked down on Elysium. I don’t know why she wanted to work here in the first place, honestly. But sweetie, no, you’re not the problem, she is, and she’ll be kicked out at the end of this year even if you weren’t here.” “You promise?” I asked, my insecurities getting the better of me… yet again. “Pinky promise. Now, why don’t we go get you to your appointment, we must be running late after she kept us here for so long.” Thankfully, from that point on Aurora didn’t talk to me or Ceres again. She kept well clear of everyone else. Even with the other third year boys’ Nannies… as she must have created a rift in that little clique of hers, causing her to be a complete outsider now. Towards the end of May, the two Nannies from that clique ended up coming over to chat to Ceres, with the intention of getting to know me of all people! They said they were sorry for being a bit stubborn, and they didn’t share Aurora’s distaste for trans people, that they actually thought I was really brave and they wanted to tell me sooner… but they also didn’t want to piss off Aurora. But when their clique leader ranted at them and caused the bonds to crumble, they used this opportunity to repair bonds with the other Nannies and leave their former friend on her own with her two boys. Somnus and Luna. Though Somnus is a bit of a mouthful, so she goes by Nanny So. Both of them were actually really nice people, despite having a shitty friend and mostly shitty charges. They couldn’t stop going on about how they can’t wait for their boys to graduate. But once Ceres was distracted, Luna whispered to me the real reason… that they couldn’t wait to dress up some baby girls when they eventually take on a new batch of first years, as I looked ‘especially adorable’ lately and that had made them look forward to a new set of charges. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 48: Training Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- April First week of April and it was already off to a good start. The third years were in a much better mood this week, as they start potty training very soon. Though apparently because the third year boys took so long in getting in line with the program, they’re not doing this whole potty training thing until next month. I don’t know why it’s some big deal though, as it’s clear they’ve done something to our brains or something to turn off our potty training, and isn’t it just a quick switch back with more hypnosis? Or did it remove it completely and now they genuinely have to start from scratch? I guess I’ll hear more from the third year girls when they start later this week. Except Ellie, apparently. They all pretty much know she’s into this at this point, it’s not exactly subtle. They still don’t know about the deal she has to be in here, but they do know she doesn’t intend to get her potty training back. Walking was needed in the outside world, so she played along with that, but potty training… Apparently she didn’t want it back at all, so she opted out of the plan. I mean… that’s a pretty drastic decision… but I think she’s been told if she ever wants to regain control, Elysium will be happy to give it back when she’s ready, even if it’s years after graduating. Sia, her ‘big sister’ may not hate being babied, but unlike her ‘little sister’, she can’t wait to get into pullups after being in nappies for so long. Because that’s what they’ll be wearing… pullups. They’ll get little plastic potties and everything, apparently. They know because that’s what happened with the third years before them. When they were in second year, they watched the third years go through months of potty training. Having to ask a Nanny to be taken to the potty, being punished if you have an accident in your pullups… I could see the appeal of not going through that, as even if they were silly punishments like being returned to nappies for a few days, I don’t like earning punishments. I… like to be a good girl if at all possible. In other good news, Ceres got permission for me to watch some of Laura’s livestreams, just one per week at most, for an hour. And only when she’s playing a game and nothing real life is being talked about, as I’m still supposed to be in the dark regarding the world outside Elysium’s walls. The first night watching was amazing, I must admit. Ceres must have told Laura that I was going to be watching that evening, so Laura picked a rather childish, family-friendly game to play on stream. I sat there, in the chair, cuddled up with my Nanny in her arms, with her tablet showing the livestream in front of us, all snuggled up in my pyjamas, watching my ‘big sister’ show off her livestreaming skills. Honestly… I never would’ve guessed the slightly reserved woman I met just the other week had such charisma on camera. But what made it special, was when Laura made a little call out. “I’m going to name this villager Rosie, because she’s cute,” she said. Then apparently the chat was asking who Rosie was, if she was a girlfriend or a friend or something (I wasn’t allowed to view the chat, in case anything from the real world got mentioned). Rosie just replied with “she’s my little sister. I only met her for the first time the other week, and she’s the cutest little bean! Shout out to my baby sister, Rosie!” I squealed and squirmed in Ceres’ arms, flailing about with happiness. “Happy now, Princess?” Ceres asked, kissing my cheek. “Uh huh!” I replied. “I like Laura. I really hope we become closer when I graduate.” “Me too. She was such a good girl for me when she was in here. Kerry was a bit of a handful on occasion, you saw how excited and bubbly she gets. Now imagine an adult-sized three year old version of her…” “I can imagine. Thank you for this.” “Oh sweetie, you know I’d do anything for you.” Much later on in April, it was now our turn for our special training… walking. Third years were already in pullups, well… the girls were… the boys had to wait a tinier bit longer. Now it was time for the second years to begin walking. And just like the third years… the boys (Rowan excluded) were being delayed a month for taking so long to get with the program, which caused a lot of groaning and complaints from Jack and Ollie and that lot, but thankfully that was all it was, just complaining. They were behaving a lot better now at least, though they still weren’t friendly with any of us on the other side of the playroom. I hafta admit… I missed Ollie. It had been nearly half a year since he showed his true colours and defected over to the boys. He still didn’t get along with Jack, Frankie and Harry… but he did get along with the third year boys. The third years, from what I observed, tolerated Jack and his gang hanging out with them, but they rarely got on with them like they did with Ollie. Which made me worry for Ollie, because once the third years graduate, he’ll either have to make friends with Jack… befriend the new second years… or do all this on his own. Unless he puts whatevers bothering him behind him and apologises so he can rejoin our group. But anyway… Yes, walking. This was… humiliating. Not as humiliating as sitting on a potty in front of everyone to do your business… at least nappies made it discreet when it came to using them. I felt kinda bad for the five third-year girls who were attempting to potty train, whenever they sat on a potty… their faces turned beet red as they quietly wished for it to end. That doesn’t mean our training wasn’t humiliating at all, but in comparison, we had it easy. I will admit though, falling back on my padded arse over and over again got old quickly, as did the snickers and giggles coming from the boys’ side of the playroom. But hey, that just means we can laugh at them next month when they go through the same! Whereas the potty training for the third years would take a few months, apparently, we got walking done by the end of April. We were still a bit wobbly, whatever programming they had pumped into our brains made it so we were still required to take it slowly, and the thick padding between our legs didn’t help to keep our balance, so we’d often fall. We’re all just glad the playroom floors are soft… “Ella, you were so good today!” I said to her, as I snuggled up with her in my crib, with Ceres sitting idly in the background playing on her tablet. “You think so?” “You didn’t fall over once! You’re definitely the Queen of walking in the second year.” “Oh shush. Rosie… you’ll get there eventually.” I hoped so. Sure, I had managed to get used to walking again… mostly. I can do it unaided…. Most of the time. Legs are still a bit wobbly though, and I often resort to crawling instead because of the amount of times I’ve fallen back onto my padded backside. “Why do I need to walk anyway? I have Ceres to carry me everywhere… and crawling is underrated!” This made Ella giggle, but it also caught Ceres’ attention. “You can’t rely on me to carry you to job interviews or to appointments… I can’t take you shopping hun… once you graduate, that’s it, you’re on your own. Well, on your own with Elysium support.” “What are you going to do once we graduate?” I asked my Nanny. “I don’t know.” “It’ll be six years here… think you could do another three?” “Not sure yet, hun. They have a very generous leaving package if you do decide to leave after you’ve done a set of three years. I could go travelling, do something I’ve always wanted… I get the same benefits as graduates, which means I could even start my own business, if I wanted.” “I sense a ‘but’ coming…” I replied. “But… I like it here. Elysium is home. I’m very protective of it now. Maybe I wasn’t at first, but by the end of my first three years… I knew what good this place could do, and what good I could do here. So maybe… maybe I will stay? Again, this is something I’ll figure out next year. I’ve still got a year and a half…ish… of changing your soggy nappies!” I blushed, which caused Ella to smile and kiss my cheek. “I think you do a lot of good here. You fix things and you support everyone. I know the board must be so glad to have you here.” “I have to agree. You’d be amazing as like a ‘Head Nanny’ or something!” Ella replied. “Is that even a thing here?” “No, it’s not. Just the board, and the Nannies,” Ceres answered. “Maybe I’ll stay. Maybe I’ll go and get some more free time, spend it with my favourite baby…” She quickly stuck her tongue out at me. “Hey! Once I graduate, I won’t be one!” I replied in defence. “Give it time. You’ll miss Elysium eventually. You’ll be one of the ones who end up getting a kink out of this place.” “I… no! Shush!” “Hey babe… if you did… I wouldn’t mind, you know that?” Ella said, taking me by surprise. “Really? If I ended up wanting to be treated like this outside of Elysium? Not that I do! Just hypothetically speaking. Right now… I don’t think I will. Just saying.” “Suuuuure…” Ella trailed off, making it clear she didn’t believe me. “But if you did… you make an absolutely adorable baby…” “You could be her Mummy…” Ceres blurted out, giggling to herself, causing both Ella and myself to blush, avoiding eye contact with each other. “But no, seriously, if you do or don’t continue this… Elysium, me… and it seems your girlfriend… will support you no matter what. If you want a nursery, Elysium is happy to supply you with one.” “Wow… really?” I asked. “Surely all this custom furniture must be expensive? I doubt you can just go to the shops and get an adult sized crib…” “If you gained a kink in here like others have… that’s down to us. Plus it means you’re letting out your stresses in a healthy way, not reverting to bad habits. Which means we don’t have to readmit you or keep a close eye on you. So yes, it’s a small price to pay, knowing that you’re doing well outside of Elysium.” “I guess that makes sense…” I genuinely don’t know if I would be into this once I graduate. Because on one hand… I really do like being cared for. Feeling small, feeling all my adult stresses disappear… it was better than any night out or spa vacation or anything. I really did feel like my best self here… which worried me. But one look at Jess and Sophia, and at Ellie,and they’re well-adjusted adults… when they’re not enjoying playing with blocks anyway. They manage a life, or at least I assume Jess and Sophia do. And I know Ellie was into it before coming here… though forcefully getting kidnapped by a shady institute to get to live out your kink probably isn’t the best, most sensible thing… Maybe… provided Ella is okay with it like she says she is… and provided I still want to wear these nappies after spending nearly three years in them by the time I graduate… maybe it’s something I’d like to explore. “For now, you just focus on being the best little babies for us, okay sweetpeas?” Ceres said to us, smiling over from her chair. “Don’t worry about graduation yet. That’s for when you’re in third year. Your job this year is to enjoy your new babyhood, to spend time with friends, to fill your pamps…” I buried my face into Ella’s shoulder, as she did mine, as I’m pretty sure by the squishiness I felt between my legs, the same squish that was pressing against hers… that we were both in need of a change right now. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 47: Graduates Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- March March wasn’t very exciting. But then again… is March ever exciting? It’s a bit of a boring month really. January has the fresh feeling of a new year. February has the cold, brisk winter’s air (not that we get to experience that cooped up in this fortress) and the unique limited days. April has more of a feeling of Spring and Easter, along with April Fool’s day. May feels warm and cosy. June and July are the start of summer, and feel very much like the middle of the year. August is all about summer holidays at school, where kids take six weeks off and I avoid going anywhere because it’s always packed with them, as well as sweating profusely through the muggy, humid weather (though again, in here I’ve not had to deal with any of the negative aspects of August, with it being a climate-controlled bunker for the entirety of the month last year). September is the start of the school year, and the start of autumn. October… October is a spoopy month. Yes, I said it. Spoopy. I know we don’t really do much for it in the UK, but it still feels darker and more… spooky. November I guess feels a little bit like March, but at the same time it’s at least got the excitement of Christmas coming up… and I guess we have bonfire night here in the UK too. And December is obvious. March is just… March. And this March was no different. Usual routines. Wake up, be nursed, get dressed, go play in the playroom, snuggle with Ella (though that’s one of my personal routines, thankfully not everyone gets to do that every day), have lunch, nap, more playtime, nurse again, bedtime story, sleep for twelve hours. Repeat. Day after day. Honestly, if it wasn’t for my friends and Ella, I would’ve lost my mind months ago from the repetitive schedule. And as this normal, boring March plodded along… with me and my friends enjoying our time together, watching movies, playing with toys, doing everything we should… and all the boys (except Rowan) all sitting in the corner, chatting shit to each other and teasing each other, overall avoiding playing with the program… I thought this would be just another month we’d sail through, and there’d be nothing to comment on. That was… until the third week. “So they’re coming in today?” I asked. “Yup!” Ceres replied, as she was tying my pigtails in my nursery, just after she had dressed me in a cute pink romper. “Your hair is so lovely, Rosie. It’s so perfect to put into cute little pigtails. I’m glad we got it styled a bit.” “What time are they coming?” “During your playroom time. No one else in your year knows, so don’t tell them, okay?” she said, winking at me. “Why today anyway?” “Scheduling. And… we need to give the boys one last chance.” “Last chance? For what?” “To behave and get in line. We’re going to get some of the former boys to talk to them, ones who graduated and are now successfully living happy lives. Hopefully they can get through those thick skulls of theirs.” “Why last chance though?” “Because… the third years are learning how to use the potty again next month, as well as attending ‘lessons’. And you’ll be returning to the second year timetable tomorrow… which means…” “Will we get use of our legs again?” Honestly? I was kinda excited to be able to walk again. It was exhausting crawling everywhere, having to rely on a Nanny or a third year to stand up to get books in the library or a toy from a shelf. Being able to do it myself again… “Yes. Whilst the third years learn to use the potty again, we’ll be teaching you how to walk again. But…” “The boys haven’t been behaving…” I said, finishing her sentence for her. “They’ve not exactly been misbehaving either, so it’s not like we can punish them… they just don’t play along. They don’t act out, as they don’t want to get punished or demoted, but they also don’t want to get with the program… so they do the bare minimum. It’s like they don’t want to be better people. The girls… you all identified that you weren’t the best people before. Well, you and Ella are special cases, but you get what I mean. Even Rowan realises he may have relied on drugs a bit too much, though to be fair… he wasn’t exactly a priority fix like the other boys, he was just caught in an unfortunate situation and we wanted to help him get out of it and improve his life. Ollie was a danger to others, as were the other ones in your year, or at least if he continued down his path he would be. Rowan just needed a bit of help before he got in deeper and an opportunity to improve his life that he wouldn’t have been given without us.” “So you’re getting the graduates to come in and talk to the boys, get them to follow the program… otherwise… they don’t learn to walk or use the potty?” “Exactly. And we’ll hold it against them until they start becoming better people and learning from their mistakes. Joy does these sessions with all the others in here. They’re a bit like your therapy ones, the ones you and Ella attend, but they’re more about identifying what the problem was before and how they can become better people. The girls are doing fabulously. The boys… they don’t even interact. I genuinely don’t know what’s caused this batch to be bad. We’ve never had an issue like this before.” “Did the third year boys behave when they were second years?” “A bit, yes.” “Maybe it’s Jack and his lot? Maybe they influence the third year boys to resist?” I suggested. “That’s what Joy thinks, or it could also be the lack of the previous third year boys’ influence, as they were quick to adapt to the program and become better people. But we can’t exactly do much about that now. Anyway… no worrying about that. If this doesn’t work, we think seeing you girls and Rowan progress with the program will give the boys the kick up the arse when they are unable to walk or use the potty when the girls can. For now… let’s get you ready to meet your big sisters!” I giggled. “What’s so funny?” Ceres asked. “That’s what Vesta called them.” “She did? When was this?” “Last month. On my birthday. I was… a bit… umm… jealous. She helped me.” “Jealous? Of my girls? Oh sweetie, you’re one of my girls now! You’re my baby! The other girls are special to me, but you hold an extra special place in my heart…” Ceres bent down and kissed my cheek, causing them to turn red in seconds and for it to feel like my face was on fire. “I know that now… Vesta said they’d be very…” “Protective? Oh yes. They’ve grown up to be fine women, I must say. Look at me… talking about them as if I’m their Mother… especially when I’m the same age as them!” “You did re-raise them, I guess…” I laughed. “I guess I did. Right, let’s go introduce you…” “Are they gonna talk to everyone in the playroom?” “Nope. The boys are getting their own talk from the men who graduated from here. The girls are getting more of a ‘bonding session’, as they’re progressing well. It’s mostly just to allay fears, talk to them about possible options after graduating, that kind of thing.” “You say that as if I’m not gonna join them…” “No, sweetheart, you’re not. I’ve managed to convince the board to let me get all three of my girls together in one room, mostly because the girls don’t really want to talk to the group as a whole, they’re mostly just interested in talking to me and my babygirl.” “They… know about me?” “Of course they do! Why else would they come in? I talk to them regularly outside of here, and what they want is to talk to this girl who I ‘won’t shut up about’ whenever I do see them.” “You… talk about me lots?” I replied, blushing. “Of course! You’re my little Princess! Now… why don’t we go see your big sisters?” “Oh my god… she’s adorable!” “She is so much cuter than we were!” I buried my face into Ceres’ neck to hide my blushing cheeks, as the two women fawned over me in what would normally be the room that Joy held our therapy sessions in. “Rosie… you’re going to have to come out of my shoulder eventually…” Ceres whispered to me. “Rosie is such a pretty name. You chose well!” one of the two women said. “Is Rosie going to be your legal name? Or are you just using it as a cute nickname in here?” the other asked. I… hadn’t thought of that. “I… dunno… I umm…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “What about ‘Rose’?” Ceres suggested. “That way you can be ‘Rosie’ to everyone who knows you, but then ‘Rose’ to the outside world. Makes the name more special, I guess.” “I… I like that,” I replied, feeling even more confident about myself now. Rose… Yeah… that’s me. But I’m definitely having everyone I care about call me Rosie. Rosie is definitely more me… but I guess when I graduate from here and I go find a job, ‘Rose’ sounds a lot more professional. “Rose! So beautiful! Are you keeping your last name?” one of the women asked. “I…” I finally removed my face from Ceres’ shoulder, and sitting on her lap, finally got a good look at the two women who would be my ‘big sisters’. And wow… They were beautiful! One was blonde, like me, but hers was closer to strawberry blonde than mine, and hers was also a lot longer than mine, reaching her lower back. The other woman had beautiful raven black hair, about shoulder length in a very modern bob style. They both wore smart-casual clothes, with jeans and jackets and everything, like they worked in a fancy office and did well for themselves. I could tell by the quality of their clothes they definitely didn’t work at the corner shop like I used to. “Oh hi there sweetie!” the blonde one said, waving at me. She seemed a lot more bubbly than the raven-haired one, but it wasn’t like the other one was a grouch or anything, she was fawning over me just as much as the bubbly one. “So, Rosie… this is Kerry…” Ceres said, squishing her cheek against mine from behind, pointing at the blonde woman, before moving her finger over to the other one. “...And this is Laura. These are your new big sisters!” “Hey lil sis!” Kerry replied, waving at me. “I always wanted a little sister, and look, I got the cutest one ever!” “I have to agree with Kerry here… Rachel, you’ve got a little cutie on your hands!” Laura added. “And from what you told us… you only have one baby this year now? What happened to the other?” “Since around November, yeah,” replied Ceres. “When Rosie came out as Rosie, we moved things around a bit and now I’m back over to the girls’ side with her. I do help out with the boys occasionally, whenever I can.” “Lucky woman!” “Hi…” I said, quietly, and very nervously. “It’s… nice to meet you…” “Likewise, little Rosie,” Laura replied. “How are you coping in here?” “I… okay… though I have a lot more privileges than the others…” “We’ve heard. Lucky girl! I would’ve killed to have been in the loop in here!” Kerry laughed. “So… you went through all this? From first years… to third years? You wore… everything?” I asked, nervously. “Yup. Woke up in the basement without any understanding of what was going on,” Laura replied. “How did you react?” I asked. “I nearly killed Rachel. Or at least tried to.” “You did?” I asked, looking up at Ceres, who was nodding and smiling, waiting for her reply. “She did. Though in her defence… She was scared. But it only took a few weeks for her to finally warm up to me and the program.” “It was… unexpected. I genuinely didn’t think it would work. I thought I was going to be sold off to some rich assholes for some fucked up kinky thing. But no… they genuinely wanted to help us here.” “So when we heard Rachel got another couple of babies… of course we had her tell us everything she could!” Kerry joining back into the conversation. “Then when you came out, we just had to meet you. That’s when I suggested we talk to you. Then Rach had the idea that they could ask all the graduates to come in and talk to the current intakes.” “You… came up with the idea?” I asked my Nanny, looking up at her with even more admiration. “I guess I did,” Ceres replied. “So… wait… how long did it take you to get used to… you know…” I asked my new big sisters. “Shitting ourselves?” Kerry giggled. But one look from Ceres and Kerry backed down instantly, looking guilty. “Sorry… Nanny…” The way she called her Nanny… I knew if I had said it that sarcastically, I’d end up over her lap with my nappy pulled down. Benefits of graduating, I guess… “It took us a few months until we felt less disgusted by it. Rosie… you’re looking impatient. Is there something you want to ask?” “I am? Sorry.” I genuinely hadn’t realised I was doing that. But there was one question that was burning a hole in my mind and I needed to ask… “Ask away…” “What’s life like after graduation?” “That… is a tough question. But if I had to sum it up in one word… better. Graduating from here isn’t a magical fix. You’re left figuring out who you are without your old life and your old connections and your old habits. You have all the support in the world, you even have a lot of money to help you accomplish dreams and goals… but it’s inevitably all up to you.” “So I could…” “Get any job you want. Within reason, of course. We were the very first year at Elysium. Some of us went and got normal jobs, some were assisted with setting up their own businesses, some were allowed to pursue creative jobs…” “What do you two do?” I asked them. “I was one of the ones who went out and got a boring job,” Kerry said, surprising me. But that wasn’t as much of a surprise as Laura’s answer. “I livestream,” Laura said. “Wait… what? Really? That’s so cool!” “I’m not really well known right now, I’m still a small-time content creator. But Elysium’s resources have helped me do it full time until I make a bigger name for myself, instead of having to do it part time and get a part-time job to cover bills. And even then, if that fails, Elysium has my back if I want to pursue another career.” “That’s not fair! I came into Elysium just as you left so I can’t even watch your streams!” I whined. “Don’t worry kiddo, this is something I’ve wanted to do for a while, so I’m not going anywhere. You’ll be able to watch me when you graduate… or…” “She can’t have a TV or know anything about the outside world… it’s part of her treatment here…” Ceres said, killing the mood instantly. “Oh come on… surely she’s an exception?” Ceres sighed heavily. “...I can ask, but I can’t promise anything. Maybe I can consider Judy and Sarah to let you watch your sister’s livestreams… but this will be a very rare treat if you do.” I clapped my hands excitedly. “She’s adorable, Rach. You have to let me come in and babysit sometime,” Laura replied. “Before she graduates that is. Girl probably won’t want to go near nappies for a lifetime after three years in here. I know we don’t!” “Yeah, me too! I want to babysit!” Kelly added. “Well why don’t you do it now? Do you want to hold her?” Ceres suggested. “Though remember, you don’t have the strength I do, so she’ll be heavy… and maybe soon you could feed her a bottle?” I blushed as I was handed over to Laura, placed on her lap… like an actual baby. “Part of me wants them to keep you like this forever! You’re so adorable!” she said, cooing at me and smiling. “Eeep!” I squealed, hiding my face in my big sister’s shoulder. We spent the whole afternoon chatting about Ceres/Rachel, about Elysium, about Judy and Sarah, about everything really. They asked me what I saw myself doing after graduating… and honestly at this point I still have no idea. I’m only just figuring out who I am and who ‘Rose’ is (yes, I’m going to go by Rose when I get out of here. Apparently Elysium will be able to change my name and everything and set me up with a new identity). Once time was up though, after I had been thoroughly babied and teased and fussed over by my big sisters and Ceres, they sadly had to leave and I was taken back to the playroom, where I got to join my friends. “So… how was your afternoon?” “I missed you!” Ella said, pouncing on me and hugging me to death. “I missed you too, babe!” I replied, as she finally let go of me and kissed my cheek, before shuffling off to the side of me. “You missed the chance to talk to graduates from here!” Ava replied. “They were like… successful actual adults!” “Oh I didn’t. I got to meet Ceres’ previous girls. They’re my big sisters now, apparently…” “OH MY GOD THAT’S SO CUTE!” Maria cried out. “Were they as nice as the ones we spoke to?” “They were so lovely. We’re all hoping to stay in contact when I finally graduate from here.” “That’s so cool. I wish I had big sisters…” Maria started pouting. Honestly… it was nice to see how babyish the girls were acting without realising most of the time. And Rowan too. Even I noticed occasionally that I’d say something babyish or act bratty or needy like the baby I was dressed up as. It meant the program was working. Though the third years were a little more mature, as they were slowly being re-raised, so their mannerisms were more childish than babyish. “Have you not asked your Nanny about her previous charges? Maybe they could be big sisters for you?” I asked. “They had boys last time. I think they switch it up each rotation or something.” “Speaking of the boys… how are…” I looked over to see the boys all playing with blocks… colouring… “Just what did the male graduates say to get them to play along?” I asked, still shocked by the drastic behavioural change on the other side of the room. “I think it was the promise of a good future and getting to see the results of this program,” Jess said. “Hey… if financial incentive works… I guess that’s all that matters…” “It's a bit disappointing…” “Also I’m pretty sure they told them that if they flunked and didn’t graduate, they’d be permanently regressed and sold off to rich people…” Jess then whispered to me. “...And you let them believe that?” I whispered back to her. “Hey, it was a tactic we used for the first couple of years. Yes, we lied to them. We didn’t like how aggressive and manipulative it was, so we stopped it. But…” “But it seems to be one of the things that gets the boys to behave?” “Exactly. 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Chapter 46: Rosie's Birthday Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- February “So you can hear me now?” Maria asked, just like everyone had just moments before, as we all sat in a circle in the playroom, with all attention on my girl right now after she had been in the hospital recovering from her procedure. “Yes, Maria, I told you, I can hear everyone now,” Ella giggled. “Okay… just checking.” “That’s so cool!” Rowan added. Then one of the boys across the room yelled out, “HEY GIRL, CAN YOU HEAR THIS?” before proceeding to blow a huge farting sound into his hands using his mouth. “I swear… they are going to be the first people here to not graduate…” Poppy sighed. “Just ignore them, hun.” “Don’t worry kiddos, I think they’ll learn their lessons very quickly…” Ceres said. Ceres was the Nanny on watch right now, with the other Nannies just outside and down the corridor in the security room. “What do you mean by that?” Ella asked, innocently. Grinning at my girlfriend, Ceres turned her attention in the direction of the boys’ group. “Oscar…” “WHAT?” the guy who made the farting sound called over. “Void.” As Oscar was being lifted up by his Nanny, Aurora, Ceres’ tried her best to hold in her laughter. Me and my friends on the other hand… we were in stitches, unable to breathe because we were laughing so hard. The poor guy’s expression went vacant as soon as Ceres said the trigger word. He got up onto his knees, squatted a bit… and filled the back of his nappy, drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth. The only other thing that came out of that boy’s mouth was babble, as the boys all scooched away from him as quickly as possible, trying to avoid the smell. And from their reactions… I think they all feared being Ceres’ next target, so they shut up and sat in silence as Aurora walked in, grabbed her charge, and carried him out, staring at Ceres with a look of disapproval. “He earned it,” was all Ceres said. Aurora… said nothing. She just walked out with Oscar in her arms, no doubt to change the guy’s shitty nappy. “That… was perfect…” Maria replied, clapping excitedly. “So I assume we can all do that?” asked Ava. “Do you mean can you trigger the boys or do you mean do you all have the trigger installed?” Ceres replied. “Both?” Ava shrugged. You could tell she both wanted to and didn’t want to know the answer to this. “No, you can’t trigger anyone. Only Nannies and staff can. And no, your group doesn’t have the trigger installed.” “Why not?” “Because you’re well behaved. You’re actually going along with the program. If you start to backslide… maybe you’ll find some… influence… being played whilst you sleep.” “So you play hypnosis or something in their sleep and now suddenly they can sh-poop themselves?” “Exactly.” “Why didn’t the other boys get affected? Do they all have different trigger words?” asked Ava. “Nope. I just said his name first. That’s how the trigger works.” “So if you said ‘boys, void’... they’d all…” “Yes. But I won’t do that. Maybe. Probably not.” “That’s so cool…” “I mean… we are always on the lookout for other Nannies…” Ceres said to Ava, taking not only Ava but all of us by surprise. “You mean… if I graduate here… I could become a Nanny?” she asked. “If that’s something you want to do, yes. But you’re not to see it as revenge or anything for what has happened to you, it’s an opportunity to pay it forward. I’m not allowed to say who… but a couple of Nannies started off here as first years…” “Were you in here before you were a Nanny?” “No, sweetie. I’ve been here since the start as a Nanny. It’s a couple of the current first year’s Nannies that were once here as little ones. I would advise not teasing them about it like their charges did once they found out. They quickly regretted it…” “How did you get the job then?” “I was friends with the board. They offered me a position here when they told me of their plans.” Ceres… is a friend of Sophia and Jess? This was new to me… “But yes, if you are interested in becoming a Nanny once you’ve graduated, provided we think you’re a suitable candidate, we can make that happen.” “That would be kinda cool… I do like Venus…” Venus was Ava and Poppy’s Nanny… and she wasn’t as active with us as Ceres and Vesta are. She was more like Juno, she only popped in to change their charges and make sure they’re doing okay, they didn’t interact with the group as a whole, only her particular charges. Ceres is pretty freakin’ special, I’ve gotta admit… Thinking about it… would I want to be a Nanny here? I’ve never really seen myself as the maternal type, but then I never really saw myself as ever becoming the girl that was hidden within me until I came here. Maybe it would be best to keep my options open? If I come out of this a transitioned, happy woman with an amazing girlfriend at the end of this… then I would kinda like to pay it back to Elysium in some way. I wonder who else would like to be a Nanny here? Obviously not Jess and Sophia. Nor Ellie, she enjoys playing baby too much, if anything she’ll probably ask to be re-enrolled here once she graduates! I guess this is very much third year stuff, as that’s when they start building you back up. Or at least when they should be… by the progress of the boys… maybe they need a little more time to cook before they let them back out. I think it should be soon that they start potty training the third years, right? And I assume that’s when they start the super serious growing up stage of this treatment. From what I understand, and from what they’ve told me, the first year is breaking you down to nothing. Second year is letting you grow up again, with love and support and a positive atmosphere. Third year is all about helping you be a better person again, not falling back into who you were before. I… I must admit, I’m a little worried about all that. I don’t know who I am really at this point. I know I’m Rosie. I’ve finally admitted that to myself and accepted it. But who exactly is Rosie? What movies does she like? Does she still have the same favourite things? What about my fashion, do I have a certain style? Most people would just take the best parts of themselves when rebuilding the new them. But me… I’m starting from scratch. Rosie likes games. Rosie likes movies. I know that. Rosie really likes Ella. So clearly I’m… what… a lesbian now? Or maybe bi… I’m not even sure what I identify as really! See! This is the problem. Maybe… maybe I should speak to Joy about this soonish. Maybe I need a little more time than the others to ‘cook’. A few days later… “So… excited?” Ceres asked, smiling down at me, checking both my pigtails to make sure they look perfect after all the work she had just put in to making me look adorable. “Uh huh!” I replied, nervously. “Rosie’s first birthday. In both the literal and figurative sense!” “Huh?” “Well it’s your first birthday as Rosie. So it’s her first birthday! And… it’s your first birthday… kinda. Because you’re a baby…” “Oh… are we being treated like one year olds now?” “Nah, I was just making a joke. I’m still nursing you, kiddo, don’t worry!” “Oh… I… that’s okay too…” “Nervous?” “Uh huh.” “Don’t be. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it loads. And as an extra birthday present… I’m going to let you in on a little surprise ahead of time.” “Oh? Is it something Elysium related that only I can know about?” I grinned at my Nanny. “Kinda. At least for the next week. Then everyone else will be told. But… we’re planning on having some graduates returning.” “Huh? Did they screw up in the outside world and revert to their own ways?” “Pfff, Rosie… we’re good at what we do. Just… ignore the current third and second year boys… no, what we’re planning for the first time… is to have some of our graduates come back to Elysium for a little talk.” “A talk? What about?” “They’re going to try to talk to you all, to reach out and get people to accept that we’re just trying to help you all. They’ll be able to show the benefits of going through the program, the perks and the emotional stability they have now they’re all successful.” “Oh that’s cool! Kinda like a career day kinda thing?” “Yeah, I guess so. We’re currently trying to get a list of graduates together who are able to and happy to come talk to you all, so that’s why we’re not announcing it. But… because you’re already in the know about a lot of Elysium already, and because you’re my little Princess…” “...And because you really wanted to tell someone…?” I grinned at her. “Yes, okay, I did. I really did. But the Nannies here already know… so… boo. At least I get to tell you!” “I think it’s a good idea.” “Some of the graduates won’t want to return, for good reason. They got what they needed out of the place, and they’ve moved on as better people. Coming back may remind them of who they were and what they went through. But I know of a handful of them who would love to come back and see how it’s all going. Especially my two girls.” “You mean the two you were Nanny for before me?” “Exactly. They graduated just before you came in. When you and I met I had no babies in my care, hence why I had a bit more time outside the compound, as they had graduated just a week or so before the school year started. They’re lovely girls, and I would love for them to meet you…” Why did I feel jealous all of a sudden? Why on earth did I feel jealous of her ex-babies? Like… they moved on. Maybe they keep in touch and stuff but she’s caring for me all the time… and will for the next year and a half… So why am I jealous of them? And most importantly… Why do I care so much about it? Ceres is just my Nanny… She's here to help me get better… But for some reason I hate the idea of her babying anyone else… “Happy Birthday to you…” As they all sang the usual song we had heard many a time here, I found myself staring at the flame in front of me. Just a single candle was lit, on a very adorable pink and white frosted birthday cake. When Ceres brought me into the main playroom, it was decorated just like it was for previous birthdays, with balloons and streamers everywhere. The boys had shuffled off out of the room, leaving us to enjoy the day without their comments and jabs. I’d been given cute little presents like outfits and toys and stuff… Ella had even got me my own copy of Alice in Wonderland, to remind me of her. I loved it all. I even got a cute little stuffed bear, though no one could figure out who it was from. We played pass the parcel, pin the tail on the donkey… and we wanted to play musical statues but it was difficult when only the third years can stand up currently, making standing in different poses a bit… awkward. It was an amazing birthday as Rosie. I was so lucky, so fortunate to have such an amazing group of friends and so many people that cared about me, all celebrating my birthday with me, with me… as me. So… …Why wasn’t I happy? “You okay, sweetpea?” Vesta whispered down to me as she checked the back of my nappy. “Yeah…” I sighed. “Looks like she’s in need of a change…” Vesta announced loudly, making me blush. Ceres looked up from cutting the cake. “Really? I changed her not that long ago. Okay, give her here…” “No, it’s okay, I’ll take care of the birthday girl. You get that cake cut up, otherwise we’ll have a bunch of babies attacking us…” Vesta laughed, lifting me up into the air and holding me on her hip. “I’ll be right back…” As she left, Ceres shrugged and continued cutting the cake, whilst Vesta and I walked off towards a changing room. “What’s up, sweetheart?” she asked, sounding really concerned, sitting me on the edge of the changing table, not actually changing me, but taking a step back and leaning against the nearby wall. We were alone in here, and she had disabled the cameras, which made me feel a bit more at ease… but I still didn’t feel like talking. “I’m fine,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders. “You look like you’ve been thrown into a party where you don’t know anyone. You look like you’ve won the lottery only to find out so did a million other people. You look like…” “I get it, I look miserable,” I sighed. “Exactly. So tell Auntie Danielle what’s wrong.” “‘Auntie Danielle’?” I asked, confused. “Well I’m talking to you not as a Nanny that is keeping you captive. I’m not talking to you as Vesta. I’m just Danielle. Or Danny. But then I figured you’re still just a lil baby, so…” she said, grinning at me. “Hey! You’re probably the same age as me!” I whined. “And? I’m the one not sitting in a slightly soggy nappy…” “...Good point. Fine… Auntie Danny… I’m… fine. Just…” “Just what, sweetie?” “I dunno. Something… feels wrong.” “What happened? You seemed so excited for your birthday yesterday. Did something happen?” “No. I just… it feels like the balloon inside me has deflated. But I don’t know what caused it to do so.” “Did Rachel say anything to you?” It was still weird hearing Ceres’ actual name, but Ves- I mean Danielle was trying to be more personal with me. So I tried shrugging off the weirdness. “I don’t think so?” “Because unless you got inside your own head… which is entirely possible considering it’s you we’re talking about…” “Hey!” “Am I wrong?” “...You didn’t have to be so blunt about it…” I pouted back at my ‘friend’. “Sweetie, I’m here to help. As a friend. And friends need to be blunt sometimes. So, did you get in your own head?” “I don’t know?” “Then maybe Rachel said something… What did you two talk about this morning?” “She told me about the graduate thing.” “Did she now? I swear… that girl is going to get herself in trouble one of these days. She’s lucky it’s just you, and you already know most of Elysium’s secrets.” “Most? So there are more?” “Oh yes. And before you ask, I’m not telling you. And Rach won’t either. She knows there are limits. You’d have to ask the board… and I have a feeling they wouldn’t appreciate having you sniffing around. I’d be careful sniffing around them… they’re often messy more than they are dry…” “The mystery of Elysium deepens…” I joked. “It really does. And I don’t even know half of it. But anyway, back to the point… did something about the graduates coming bother you? Do you not want to talk to people who went through the same things as you?” “That’s not it.” “Then what is?” “I dunno! That’s the problem! I just… Cer- Rachel said that she’ll be bringing her two girls in and…” “You got jealous?” she grinned at me, raising her eyebrow. “I… no! What? Jealous? Why would I-?” “Called it,” Danielle smirked. “Why would I be jealous?” “Because you’ve formed a bond with Ceres. She’s basically your Mummy. She cares for you, raises you, changes you, and with your whole unique situation… She's protected you and helped you come out of your boy-cocoon. And now you’re being reminded that you aren’t the only one she’s done this kind of thing for. Minus the transitioning thing.” “Yeah… but she had Ollie before too. Why didn’t I feel jealous then?” “Because you didn’t have her as your exclusive Nanny before. And since then you’ve become a lot closer with her, especially with the transitioning thing happening. She’s practically your Mummy now. I’m surprised you haven’t called it her. Some others have done so here…” “I… wouldn’t!” “Don’t see it as her having done all this for other people, see it as you’re gaining two big sisters. Honestly… I know those girls. They will be extremely protective of you, just like Ceres. You really will be a little sister to them. And don’t worry, they won’t take Ceres away from you. They moved on from Elysium. And I have a feeling you enjoy it too much to just drop it all…” “What do you mean by that? That I’d be like Jess and Sophia? Or Ellie? Are you implying I enjoy this treatment?” “Sweetie, I know I’m Ella’s Nanny, but I’ve seen the way you engage in here. Despite being given an out last year… Honestly you could’ve asked for an out at any point here and they probably would’ve let you leave… and you know that. But you stayed. And not just for Ella. Not just for Rachel. Not just for your mental health. You’re a lot more similar to Ellie and the board than you think. I knew early on you’d probably want to explore this kind of thing more when you graduate.” “I-” “Which is perfectly fine! We do not shame here. We think it’s a healthy outlet. I mean look at Jess and Sophia. They’re doing really well, all things considering. Especially after everything they’ve been through. And Ellie… she’s a bit childish and playful… but she’s also a very sweet, very mature girl… when she’s not filling her pamps.” “So… let’s say you’re right… and you’re totally not… but if I wanted to do this more when I get out of here… do you… do you think-?” “Ella will be accepting? Rosie… She loves you to bits. She’d happily indulge you. I don’t know yet if she’d be into it herself, but she would love you no matter what. And hey, I’m sure Ceres could take a day or two off maybe now and again, and be your babysitter…” Danielle grinned at me. “But yes, don’t worry. Ceres isn’t going anywhere. You’re special to her. Even if you’re not dating each other, she’s still extremely protective of you. More than she was even with her previous girls. Honestly, I’ve never seen her this maternal before.” “Really?” “Really. So… nothing to worry about, okay birthday girl?” “Sorry for…” “Ah ah ah! No! We don’t use that word today. Banned. Got it?” “...Fine. But thank you. For listening. And understanding. And helping.” “You’re my girl’s girl. You’re practically my daughter-in-law at this point. And most importantly, we’re friends, sweetie. I’m going to do my best to protect you just as much as the other two women in your life, with two more being added soon.” “I… really appreciate it.” “Now, why don’t we get a smile back on that face, get you back to that party, and we have a good time?” “Umm… What about my nappy? Won’t Ceres get suspicious if I turn up soggy…” “Good point. Clever girl! Right, lay back and we’ll get this thing changed…” ====================================================== So happy you all loved the previous chapter :3 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 45: Surgery Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- End of January “She’s going to be okay, Rosie. Promise.” I believed them all, I believed Ceres when she promised me this morning, I believed Vesta when she made the same promise an hour later, and I believe my friends as they all try to comfort me… but I still couldn’t help but be nervous about this. I know it’s ultimately the best thing for her, and I’m so happy she’s getting this opportunity… but as for any kind of surgery… you can’t help but worry that something may go wrong. I was also worried I may have scared her a bit by telling her before she went in for surgery that ‘I want you to know, in case anything happens… I love you’. I know it was stupid, and I may have made her a bit more anxious, but… I didn’t get to say goodbye to my Mum. Not properly. And I know it’ll all go fine, they have one of the best Doctors in the world performing the surgery. But I had to say it. Thankfully, I think she understands. Because she’s one of the few in here I talked to about my Mum. I don’t know how long it’ll take, Ceres just told me to go play in the playroom with everyone and they’ll keep me updated. “Want to colour something in?” Rowan asked. “It may get your mind off it all.” “Colouring won’t help,” Jess interrupted. “I know from experience. If anything you’ll just overthink. No… we need to do something fun. Something… active!” It was clear she had something in mind, so I let the secret board member take the reins. “Sure. I’d be up for something,” I replied, playing along. “How about…” “How about ‘Simon says’?” Vesta said, appearing from out of nowhere, smiling down at all of us. “Or… more like Vesta says…” “Okay!” I replied. It’d get me being active, it’d get me thinking about the task rather than Ella… it was a perfect idea really. “Good, because I think I too need to get my mind off what’s going on with Ella right now. It’ll be a good distraction,” the Nanny said, as we all shuffled around on our padded bums to face her. As I was scooching around, I saw the boys giggling at us from the opposite corner of the playroom, but at this point… I don’t care. I’m better than them. I don’t need to make fun of people, I don’t need to belittle people. I’m here to get better, I’m here to be regressed and have the childhood I missed out on as the girl I really am. Just because those morons can’t get with the program doesn’t mean they can make me feel guilty or embarrassed about enjoying myself. I mean they’re just as padded and babyish as me. They still shit their pamps and need a Nanny to look after them like we do over here. We’re just playing along with the program. And I think in the end… we’re going to benefit more and even graduate. They’ll be lucky if they even graduate at this rate. “Right… is everyone ready? Vesta says… touch your nose!” We spent a good amount of time playing ‘Vesta says’. Long enough for me to start getting tired. “I think it’s nap time for some of you… you look exhausted!” Vesta said, smiling at us all. I had so much fun playing this game, a game I hadn’t played since I was a kid. Something about such a simple, childish game was just so… entertaining. Honestly… I think part of me actually liked this life. Being cared for, just playing all the time, having naps… being nursed… I hate myself for even thinking about it, but I think Ellie, Jess and Sophia have the right idea. Maybe this is something I would be interested in continuing outside of Elysium once I graduate? Maybe… Maybe Ella will indulge me? She seems to get really into it sometimes, though I’ve been too nervous to ask if she actually enjoys this treatment like I do. But that’s over a year away. That’s a job for future Rosie. I’ve got plenty of time to discuss my future next year, when Ella and I can figure out what our relationship outside of Elysium looks like. For now… I was a bit knackered. It was definitely nap time. Though as Ceres walked in, as I expected her to walk over and take me to my nursery for a well-needed nap… she veered off towards Vesta instead, whispering something in her ear that perked the Nanny right up. “She’s awake?” Vesta blurted out. “That was quick!” “She’s excited to see you… but…” Ceres said, tilting her head in my direction, clearing indicating towards me. “There’s someone else she needs to see first, right?” “Rosie? You want to come see your girlfriend? She’s waiting.” Without a second’s hesitation, I threw up my arms in a very ‘uppies’ motion, as Ceres strode over and lifted me up, placing me on her hip and kissing my forehead. “She apparently doesn’t even want to turn her new hearing aids on until you’re there…” Ceres whispered to me. “So… we don’t even know if it works?” I asked. “She said, and these are her exact words… ‘I want the first voice I hear to be Rosie’s’. I swear… you two are too fucking cute…” “Language…” Vesta warned her colleague, raising her eyebrow. “Well I’m coming with you both, I’ll wait outside until she’s ready for me.” “Let’s go then…” I quickly spoke up, as I had an idea… “Can we get one thing before we go?” I asked. Ceres carried me into the familiar hospital room within Elysium, the one I was in just a couple months ago, and as soon as I saw Ella, her face lit up and she began clapping her hands excitedly. Joy was there too, standing by her bed, as if she was waiting for us. “Good morning, little Rosie!” she said, greeting me warmly. “Ceres told you about Ella’s special request?” “Yeah…” “I’m dying to know if the procedure worked… but I understand her wish, so we’ve held off activating her hearing aid until you’re here. Then we’ll need to run some tests. Provided it’s working as intended and there are no side effects or issues… Ella can leave this room in a couple of days and return to her nursery.” “So… umm…” “What’s up, sweetie?” Joy walked over, took me from Ceres’ arms, and carried me over to the bed, placing me down gently by Ella’s side. “I’ll be right outside, okay you three?” Ceres said, before quickly ducking out and leaving the room. “I… I don’t know what to say… surely her first words she hears should be special?” I asked Joy. “I think you know the words. Just say what's in your heart.” “I… okay…” “Ready Ella?” Joy asked her, making sure Ella could read her lips, as her aid hadn’t been turned on yet. Nodding at us both, Ella took a deep breath. “Just let yourself acclimate to the surrounding noises first, then I’ll let Rosie speak, okay hun?” Nodding again, Ella closed her eyes, reached up with both hands, and pressed something on each ear. Looking around, she looked so freaked out. Her breathing quickened. Tears began forming in the corners of her eyes. Her eyes darting from side to side, she even began clicking her fingers to her ear. It must have been so much for her… suddenly all the room noises that she can hear now that she’s never heard before… But after a good ten to twenty seconds, her breathing calmed a bit. Joy didn’t want to ruin Ella’s special moment, she didn’t want to speak up, so she pointed to her own ears then gave a thumbs up to my girlfriend, as if to ask her if it’s working. Her eyes welling up, Ella looked up at the Doctor and nodded excitedly. That’s when she turned to look at me. Staring me in the eyes, she reached forward, grabbing both of my hands in hers, and awaited my response. This… this was so much pressure. I had to make this special. But what other words could I say? I could recite Shakespeare, I could read out the most beautiful poetry in the world… but in my heart… There are only a few words that I think fit this moment perfectly. So I took a deep breath, smiled at my beautiful girlfriend, squeezed her hands tightly… “I love you, Ella.” She gasped in shock, her hands slipping from mine as she covered her open mouth. Tears started streaming. “Are you okay?” I asked. Her eyes darted to mine. She smiled. She nodded. She held her ears in her hands. It was all so much for her, and she couldn’t believe it was happening. “I…” she began talking but hearing her own voice made her jump back a bit. “I… oh… I… my voice…” “Is beautiful, yes it is. I agree,” I said, trying to be smooth. “Not as beautiful as yours…” I blushed and looked away quickly. “Mine… isn’t anything special.” “It is to me. I… oh wow… is this what I really sound like?” Ella asked, surprised by her own voice. “Yeah. Why? Is it bad?” I asked. “It’s… weird.” “Ella?” Joy finally butted in, obviously she had to check everything was working correctly. “How is it? Comfortable? The volume okay?” “Oh my gosh… Joy! I can hear you, finally!” Ella replied, bouncing up and down. “I mean… Yes! Everything is working… I think. I don’t know. I don’t really have a baseline. This is… oh… I… VESTA!” she cried out. A few seconds later, Vesta rushed in, standing in the doorway, staring at Ella as she returned it back to her. “Is…?” “It worked! Please, Danny, say something!” Ella blurted out at her best friend. “I guess now you have no excuse when I tell you off…” Vesta grinned back at her. Ella blushed a little, tears still streaming down her cheek. “Your voice is pretty too…” “Does it hurt at all?” “No… it’s weird though. I… honestly it’s mostly my voice that’s a bit weird…” “Not what you were expecting?” I asked. “Yeah, kinda.” “Right Ella, you’ll have to take it easy,” Joy said, interrupting again. “I’ll need to run a lot of tests over the next day or two, and you’ll have to slowly get acclimated to loud noises if you’re being returned to the playroom. But I think that provided that there aren't any issues in the next day or two… I’ll be happy to release you in a couple of days.” “Can… Rosie stay?” “I’ll bring Rosie in to visit lots, but she can’t stay all the time, sorry kiddo…” Vesta replied. “I… fine,” Ella pouted. “Don’t worry, you’ll get to spend plenty of time with your girlfriend. Though maybe I should set up a little playpen for her in here…” Vesta teased me, sticking her tongue out at me, causing me to blush a little. “But no, don’t worry. And hey… she has a surprise for you…” “You do?” Ella said, turning back to me, her face full of wonder. “Joy… can I get you alone for a minute…?” Vesta called the Doc over, escorting her out of the hospital room, leaving Ella and I alone finally. “What did you get me?” she asked, excitedly. “I thought… seeing as you love it so much… I thought it should be one of the first things you got to hear… so… umm… can you scooch over? I wanna cuddle up next to you.” “I… I’d love that. But you’ve still not told me what it is you’ve got me…” I scooched over, still hiding the secret behind my back, laying in the hospital bed next to my girlfriend. “I thought… I’d read you Alice in Wonderland. It’s your favourite, right?” And as a new stream of tears flowed down her cheeks, she buried her face in my shoulder, quickly reaching up and kissing me on the cheek. “I’d love dat…” “Right. So. Chapter one. Down the rabbit hole. Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank…” ====================================================== I got a lot of people crying with this chapter already (Even me when I was writing AND editing it!). Let's see how many more I can make cry... This is one of my favourite chapters :3 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. New chapters of my latest story every Wednesday/Sunday!Also just a quick note: I don't mind people saving this story for personal reading. But I'd appreciate it if people didn't post it elsewhere, even if you're just suggesting it to other people. If you want to show others, please send them a link to the first page of this post. And it goes without saying, my story is not to be used in any way to create AI work. Thanks!

Thank you, this was so lovely to read! I'm glad you enjoyed it so much, and that all my foreshadowing was appreciated I have plenty of stories now, all of which are available here on the forum (links below in signature). I have two main series, my LittlefallenVerse ones (which is what was created from this story- the next in this series in Witch in Training), and my monstrum series (Its about vampires and demons and all sorts of supernatural stuff. Start with Infernum Infantem if that interests you. The read order is also the order they're posted in from left to right, for each series. I also have a few independent stories, like Spire of Submission or LETO (which I would recommend if you're enjoying Elysium and haven't read LETO, as it maaaaay be a bit of a prequel, something that has been commented on in the Elysium comments). Very good recommendation. Just a heads up for Nivalis though: Majority of Diaper Dimension stuff (including the ones suggested) can be triggering for a lot of people, it can be quite dark (which is what inspired me to start writing in the first place, I wanted to create a DD story with a happy ending, which is a rare thing). I love some of the DD stories written by some other authors, but they left me a wreck afterwards (and during!).

Chapter 44: Christmas Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Christmas day. Again. My second one here in Elysium. And already it felt pretty magical. Ceres woke me up, changed my nappy, put my hair into cute pigtails once again, then got me dressed in a very festive onesie with a little hair band that had little felt reindeer antlers attached to it. It seems like she was really in the festive mood this year, and was determined to take me along for the ride. Not that I was going to complain… for once I felt hopeful at this time of year. I had someone I genuinely loved… someone I was going to see very soon… and I didn’t just have Ella. I have Ceres, I have Vesta, I have Jess and Sophia… I have all my friends I’ve made here. At least all the ones who are supportive of me. Ollie still avoids eye contact, and Jack and his goons still hate me for getting them demoted to first years ago, let alone all the programming that’s gone on in their brain. But they know if they step out of line at all… they’re going to be drooling and babbling in seconds, so I don’t fear them anymore. And I don’t even know the third year boys’ names. And honestly? I don’t want to learn them. I’ve seen the way they look at me, the shitty way they talk to the girls… the other girls (I have to keep reminding myself that I’m one of them)… and part of me hopes they never graduate. Part of me hopes they’re stuck in here forever. But I know I’m not that spiteful or petty, and a much larger part of me hopes they end up improving in here. But… that got me wondering. When we move into the third year… we’ll have a new second year to move up into the upper nurseries from the basement. I wonder… How are they doing at the moment? They’ve gone through the first few months already, they’re already used to their daily routine by now. How many are accepting their fate and their treatment? Do they have anyone like Jack? Are the boys and the girls talking to each other, or are they split like we are now? I guess I’d have to store these questions in the back of my mind as I won’t meet them for another 8 months or so. I hope some of them are nice at least. It was nice meeting Ellie and Sia and everyone in the third year, it’d be nice to get more new friends in here. Which reminds me… I’ll have to ask the third years what they plan to do when they graduate. It’s a bit too early right now, they’re still receiving this treatment. I think I heard them say that they’ll get some kind of discussion or something where they figure out what kind of person they want to be when they leave, so I guess I’ll find out- “Rosie?” “Huh?” I looked up at Ceres, who looked concerned. “Are you in your own head again?” she asked. “I… yeah…” I replied. “Don’t. It’s only being mean.” “Actually… it’s not.” “Oh? What were you thinking about? We’re nearly at the playroom, I didn’t want you out of it when you see your girlfriend.” I must have been really out of it, as I don’t remember her carrying me out of the nursery or anything… “Just… third years. And first years. Speaking of… how are the first years?” I asked. “Actually… I don’t know. Haven’t been talking to the basement Nannies much the past couple of months, what with having to do first year tasks up here again. I’ll ask and let you know. Why? You interested in who you’re going to be friends with next year?” “I… yeah…” “Well if they weren’t doing good, I’m sure I would’ve heard something about it. So they must be doing okay. But I promise… I’ll find out more for you, okay baby?” “Otay…” “D’awww…. Right, you ready?” Vesta and Ceres are evil. They clearly coordinated our outfits to match. Ella and I just sat there, glaring at our Nannies, who couldn’t hide their glee as they coo’d and d’aww’d at us, with us both wearing matching reindeer onesies and headbands. “You two look so precious…” “Well I guess you don’t want our Christmas presents…” Ella replied, pouting just as much as I was. “Wait… what? What Christmas presents?” Vesta asked. Ceres looked at Vesta, who looked as confused as she was. “Did you plot with Ella to get me something?” Vesta asked her Nanny friend. “No. Did you do it with-” Ella crawled over to the place where we hid our little surprises, a corner of the room with a bean bag that never really got moved. And underneath it… she found our gifts for our Nannies. “What… What did you two do?” Ceres asked us, looking a bit concerned. That was… until Ella handed me mine and we both held them up for our Nannies. Ceres and Vesta’s eyes started welling up as they stared at our drawings. It wasn’t anything special. I mean… we couldn’t do anything that involved money unless we got the other Nannies involved, but we really wanted to show our appreciation for our Nannies. No… our friends. Honestly, despite the power dynamic… I consider Ceres a friend. Probably one of my best friends. She cares for me, she is determined to make me happy… I mean… fuck… she literally saved me. Both on the bridge and by bringing me to Elysium. She’s my best friend. And Vesta means a lot to me now too, she’s not just Ella’s best friend. She helped me communicate with Ella, she helped me connect with her… which led me to finally dating this beautiful girl. So Ella and I planned to collaborate with a badly drawn picture. We figured it’d be best if we purposely did it badly, as if we were actual toddlers or babies, because that would make them happy, it would confirm they’ve done their job of regressing us well. So making one picture for each Nanny, we both worked on drawing and colouring different parts of both pictures, so that we had a joint present for each of them. And both of the drawings said the same thing… “Thank you for being our Nannies, we love you!” And it looks like it was a good idea, as they were both trying to hold in their tears, before lunging towards us and picking us up in their arms, hugging us tightly. “You like?” I asked Ceres. “Hun… I love it.” And as she cried into my shoulder, squeezing me with her extremely strong arms… she whispered into my ear… “I love you too, babygirl…” Now… this Christmas is a lot different than last year. After what happened with Jack last Christmas, Elysium seems to have dropped the Secret Santa idea… and instead opted for a real Santa. Well obviously… I say ‘real’ Santa, what I mean is they hired someone to dress up as Santa and sit in one of the playrooms that was all decorated up like a grotto, with a huge sack of presents that the Nannies have personally picked out for us. And the boys have been warned… if they resist, they get the ‘krampus program’. Which could be anything… but I really don’t want to find out what that involves. So they’re taking turns sitting on ‘Santa’s’ lap, being given teddy bears and toy cars and all those usual boy toys. The girls are up soon, including me. Rowan seemed happy with his little toy car, he was crawling around making car noises, not really caring about the girls giggling at him. Mostly because it wasn’t mean giggling, and he knew that in fact… They found him adorable. He was the token guy of our group now that Ollie has gone off and I had transitioned, and us girls would do anything to protect that boy. Ella and I snuggled up against the wall, surrounded by all our friends, who seemed to be really excited about presents and food and everything… It really did feel magical this year. “Right, where is she… Ella?” Vesta called out as she peeked into the playroom. “Someone wants to see you…” “I bet Santa has something super good for you, babe…” I said, kissing her cheek softly. “I’ve been extra good, so of course he has! Though honestly… I’ve already got the best present I could ask for…” Ella replied, smiling at me. Sneaking in a quick kiss on my lips, she dashed off crawling in the direction of her Nanny, and I was left blushing, whilst all the girls turned their attention to me and started giggling once again. “So, little Rosie…” Santa said as I nervously sat on his lap. I hadn’t done this since I was a very small kid, back when my Mum used to take me to the shopping centre to visit Santa’s grotto. Something about being on a man’s lap in a very thick nappy, looking very femme like I do now… it was all a bit too much for me and my anxiety took over. “I heard you’ve been a very good little girl this year… is that right?” he asked, with his big white beard and his usual red Santa attire. Whoever they hired for this was perfect for the role, he had a hearty laugh, he was rather… large… and his beard looked amazing. Just like Santa really. And they must have given him whatever they give to the Nannies here, as he lifted me off Ceres’ hip with ease, settling me down on his lap. All the decorations around us… meant nothing in this moment, as I looked at the large red velvet sack settled next to his rather ornate leather chair with amazement. It was full of presents! And I wondered which mine was. I wondered what Ceres had put in there for Santa to give me. Look, I know that this is just a guy dressed up as Santa. I know it’s all set up to make us feel little and babyish. None of us believe in the guy anymore, and unless they brainwash us into believing in him again… that isn’t going to change. But something about this setting, something about sitting on his lap with all the festive music and the decorations and Ceres standing by the side, looking at me and smiling… I couldn’t help but feel the same way I did as a kid. “Your Nanny, and your girlfriend, both told me you’ve been extra good this year. So I think you deserve an extra special present…” “So… what did Santa give you?” Ella asked me, excitedly. “You know that guy is probably just some drunk bum off the streets, right?” Jack said from the other side of the room. “Shut it, Jack…” Maria growled back at him. “I got… a… I got a…” I showed them what I got. The thing that made my heart feel so happy and full. “D’awwww! That’s so cute!” the girls all cried out. “I assume you had some say in it?” I asked Ella, who looked soooo guilty right now. “Maybe… what makes you think it had anything to do with me?” she asked, feigning innocence. “Oh I don’t know… maybe the theme?” I know it probably wasn’t much. And hell, it was going to be useless when I eventually graduate from here. But having something with my name on it… my actual name… meant so much to me right now. Even if it was on something as silly as a little Alice in Wonderland themed nursery sign that read ‘Rosie’s Nursery’. Others got toys, books, stuffed animals, clothing… I got a door sign. But that door sign meant the world to me. I’ve never had anything that had my name on it before. At least not my real name. “Did you have a good Christmas?” Ceres asked, as she tucked me into my crib beside my girlfriend, after nursing me and changing my nappy. “Uh huh!” Ella said, nodding her head and smiling up at my Nanny. “Happy you got to stay in here for Christmas?” “Uh huh! Fank you Nanny Ceres!” she replied, muffled slightly by the dummy in her mouth. Ella draped herself over me, with her leg over mine, her arm over my chest, her head nestled softly on my shoulder. I was a bit too nervous to ask them for her to stay with me tonight myself, so I’m glad she did. Because this was the perfect ending to the most magical Christmas I’ve ever had. I… think my Mum would be happy to see me doing well finally. I don’t think she’d be happy that her ‘son’ was in a regression institute, had been kidnapped and hypnotised and drugged, regressed, and was now a girl… but I’d like to think she would be at least okay with the last part. ====================================================== You're all thinking I'd do something mean to our lovely little Rosie? Whatever gives you that idea? 😈 Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 43: Date Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “So…” “So…” God… this was awkward. How was it easier when surrounded by everyone else? When we were in the playroom we’d be all snuggly together and physically affectionate… but now when we’re left alone in my nursery, in the playpen, sitting on the floor next to each other with our backs against the playpen fence… I didn’t know what to say or do. “Are you okay?” Ella asked in sign. I nodded at her and smiled awkwardly. “What’s up?” she asked. “Just…” sighing heavily, I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. “I’m just nervous. Last relationship I was in…” “Slow down… your lips are a bit hard to read right now… unless you want to use your hands?” she replied. I turned to her so she could see my lips better. “Sorry. I… my last girlfriend… I was rubbish. I was a bad boyfriend.” “Because you weren’t a boy, silly!” she replied, giggling. God… even this girl’s giggles were adorable. “I guess. But… I’m just worried I’m going to disappoint you. I was so miserable and sad and I brought her dow-” Ella put a finger on my lips, silencing me, before she took a second, looking up at me. Not using her hands, she took a deep breath and said out loud: “Kiss me.” “I… umm…” “Stop thinking. Kiss me.” “I…” Exhaling a deep breath of frustration, she grabbed the collar of my onesie and yanked me forward, towards her pursed lips. Something about a forceful Ella just made me… melt… as I pressed my lips against hers… …And instantly all that stress, all that worry, all that pent up anxiety… it all just melted away as I kissed this beautiful woman’s soft lips. I had noticed she hadn’t let go of my collar. No doubt to make sure I didn’t back away or try to make a run for it due to my anxiety. Good call honestly. Plus something about it just made me feel… good? I had never really seen this side of Ella before. I know she’s stood up for herself multiple times, despite being a shy, timid girl. But to see her take charge, to have her being… and I can’t believe I’m going to say it… but the dominant one? Something about it just made me melt. Maybe I really am just a submissive little thing. I know there’s a joke out there amongst trans circles about trans girls being bottoms most of the time… and I don’t like to reinforce stereotypes… but maybe I really am just a ‘typical trans girl bottom’? And maybe… just maybe… I’ll ask Ella to take the lead more often. Shit! I’m too busy overthinking things… I should be enjoying the moment… I… As my brain caught up with the moment, I opened my eyes to see a very annoyed-looking Ella staring daggers into me, all whilst keeping her lips pressed against mine. Finally releasing her embrace, only separating our lips by a couple of inches… “You’re in your own head again, aren’t you?” “Y… yes…” “Worrying?” “Oh no! I… was… umm…” “Say it…” she growled. “I was just thinking… umm… I like… umm… how forceful… and… aggressive you were…” Her look of frustration dissolved in an instant, quickly replaced by the biggest grin. “Oh really? You like it when I…” as her sentence faded away, she yanked me closer for another kiss. And I was in Heaven. “Okay, I’ve given you a bit of time to get all that pent up attraction out of the way…” Ceres said, busting in on us like she was a teacher catching us behind the bike sheds. “Plus I want to stop you both before you end up in each other’s nappies…” Both Ella and I blushed as we sat there, looking up at Ceres, wondering what the hell she was on about. Because sure… we spent a good deal of the thirty minutes alone together kissing. We made out. It was… amazing. And intense. And… brief. After we made out we just held each other’s hand and cuddled together, with my head resting on Ella’s shoulder as we leant back against the playpen fence. “Did you two actually do anything?” Ceres asked, looking confused at the sight that lay before her. “Weren’t you watching?” I asked. “Actually… no. I trust you two. Did you two kiss at least? I can leave you for a bit longer if…” “We did,” Ella replied this time. “We’ve been cuddling since.” “Well good for you two! Right… I still promised you the afternoon together. And I intend on leaving you again, but I want to set up anything you’d want for your date. A movie, perhaps?” I looked up at Ella, without moving my head from her shoulder. I didn’t say a word, as I don’t think she could lip read from this angle. But she could definitely see I was hinting at letting her decide. “I’d like a movie…” she suggested. “Can we have a grown up one?” I added. “‘Grown up one’… you really are adapting to the treatment well…” Ceres replied, smiling at me. “Yes, you may. Because it’s a date. But nothing adult. PG at best.” “What about an anime movie?” Ella suggested. To be fair… I didn’t know much about anime. I knew of it, but never really got into it. High school friends were super into it, but it was just never for me. “I… never watched any anime…” I replied. “Seriously? Not even the one with the Witch who does the deliveries?” Ceres replied, surprised. Obviously Ella couldn’t read my lips, so she only found this out when she read Ceres’, but when she did… she seemed determined. More determined than ever. “GET THAT MOVIE. PLEASE?” she blurted out to Ceres, almost pleading to my Nanny for us to watch that movie. It must be a good one if she wants me to watch it that badly. “I think I can do that. You two be good. How about… I set you up a little blanket fort and put on the movie then leave you to it?” “That would be perfect!” I replied, smiling up at my Nanny. And so we did exactly that. Ella and I snuggled up together in the hastily-made blanket fort that Ceres had put together in my nursery, watching this anime movie about a delivery witch. Gotta say… it was a lot better than I was expecting. Maybe I’ve been denying myself something by not looking into this sooner. Maybe… maybe Ella will want to show me more on future date nights? I don’t think our hands separated the whole time we snuggled. And hey… we’re both padded… it’s not like we needed to get up to go potty. Not that we could tell if we needed to go in the first place… It was probably the most magical night I’ve ever had. Getting to snuggle with my girlfriend, the most beautiful girl in the world… watching a movie that made my heart feel so… happy? And getting to do this as me, the real me? It was just perfect. And 10/10 marks for Ceres’ blanket fort. “Shhh…” I whispered to the Nannies as they walked back in, once the movie was over. “Huh? Oh!” Vesta’s voice instantly dropped in volume the moment she saw Ella sleeping soundly in my arms. “She’s too adorable…” “Isn’t she just?” I replied, sounding… proud of her? I guess I am… I’m proud to be her girlfriend. She’s mine. I’m hers. She’s… my sleepy little girl. “Well it’s time for her to go back to her nursery, so I’ll need to take your girlfriend off your hands. Don’t worry… you’ll get to see her tomorrow.” “Do you have to wake her yet?” “No, don’t worry. I can take her and nurse her and she probably won’t even wake up.” “Good. Cus… she looks so happy fast asleep like that.” “Because she is. You have no idea how different she is now. Ever since you came out. She doesn’t shut up about you. It’s adorable.” “Really?” “You’re the same, Rosie,” Ceres added. “I know how much coming out changed you, you were a lot more confident and a lot more… you… but when you two got together… it was like a little spark of hope had burst open within you.” I blushed at the two Nannies talking about me so… emotionally. I wasn’t used to it. But it was… nice. I definitely felt more hope than I had in a long time. Getting to be the woman I really am… and meeting the girl of my dreams, one who accepts me and understands me and doesn’t judge me… it was all just perfect. And yes, sure, that’s possible without the kidnapping and the forced regression and the humiliation by a secretive underground organisation… but at least this way I don’t have to deal with the NHS… Vesta had carefully lifted Ella up, cradling the girl in her arms as if she weighed nothing, smiling and saying goodnight to Ceres and I before leaving my nursery and closing the door behind herself. “You have a good time, kiddo?” Ceres asked, getting down on the floor with me, sitting with her legs off to the side. “I did. Thank you,” I replied, smiling up at her. “I’m proud of you, you know?” “Proud of me? What for?” “What not for? You accepted yourself, you came out, you got the cutest girl in the playpen on your arm… you’ve accomplished so much in such a short amount of time. What isn’t there to be proud of?” “I guess… Ha, I’m honestly just waiting for the universe to realise its mistake…” “Rosie… are you going into self-deprecation mode again?” Ceres asked, sternly, as if I was close to being in trouble. “I… just figure all this good stuff has to have something bad come and punch me in the gut in return, to balance the scales. Or in the face again… ha…” I laughed, very awkwardly, trailing off… “Rosie. Stop. Now. Things are looking up for you for once in your life. Don’t let your depression take control of this.” “Sorry.” “No, no apologising either. You do that too much too. Look, this isn’t something the universe needs to balance. This is the universe balancing everything that had happened before. You were dealt such a shit hand in life… pardon my language… and if anything, the universe owes you a million more days like today. And I intend to ensure that it keeps up to that deal.” “You’re too sweet to me. Why?” I replied, almost on the verge of tears at this point. “Because…” Ceres hesitated for a while, “...you’re a sweet girl. You deserve all the happiness. And I care about you. I want to see you happy, whoever that’s with.” “T… thanks…” “So why don’t we get you nursed and in bed. I’ll even read you that bedtime story you like… Then tomorrow you can have another one of those ‘owed good days’.” “I… I’d like dat.” And over the course of the next two weeks, we had many of those ‘promised good days’ that the universe apparently owed me. We hung out with our friends in the playrooms, we drew pictures in the art room (though us second years had to use finger paints due to being demoted to infants again), we snuggled lots in the snuggly playroom. We watched movies and we enjoyed our second childhoods. Honestly… you could see the difference it was making to everyone. Maybe I’m jumping ahead a bit… but if you look at everyone from my year now, and compare them to how they were last year… you could see a lot of their worries didn’t weigh them down like they did last year. Rowan seemed a lot more confident and sure of himself. Maria had learnt to be a bit less… Maria (she can manage how rowdy and loud she is now!). Poppy was a lot less impulsive and a lot more comfortable with people. Ava was less reckless. All of them had learnt how to get on better with people, to not let the thoughts take over, to let themselves enjoy the little things. And considering we had no actual lessons? No actual therapy sessions to help them with their issues (except Ella and I, we were the exceptions). Just… getting to grow up again. To have a second childhood. The girls (and Rowan) adapted to this place beautifully. No fuss over being nursed again, no arguing with the Nannies, with only a little bit of playful brattiness… we were all excelling right now, and we weren’t even half way into the second year (or second first year… whatever). The boys though… all except Rowan just seemed to have… halted. But at least they weren’t getting worse. Even Ollie had slid back into his old ways, trying to resist the treatment. This is probably due to the influence of his new friends, the third year boys. Because Jack, Frankie and Harry were being treated as outcasts by the other boys because of what they did to me, and were shunned from the larger group. The tiniest part of me felt sorry for them, but then I get reminded of what they did to me and that empathy turns to pity… which then turns to satisfaction. Which maybe… Is something I need to work on with Joy. The boys would play along, but it was clear they resisted playing with toys. They didn’t fight back anymore, but they also didn’t get into any of the tasks or anything. I genuinely don’t know how Elysium plans on fixing them in less than a year so they can graduate and move out into the world as better people. They just sat in their little group and chatted to each other, every day. Usually about the outside, about their pasts, about ‘chicks’ and cars and football… ugh… the testosterone stunk to high Heaven. That’s not to say we didn’t talk about the outside world in our own little group, but we didn’t dwell on it either. We saw it as a thing that existed… and everyone began distancing themselves from their previous lives and their previous bad habits. Especially Ella and I. Ella was so excited for her surgery after New Years. And I couldn’t help but be excited for her. This was something she had dreamt of for years, and now, thanks to Elysium… she could get some hearing back. I had never seen her so hopeful. She even told me part way into these past two weeks that over time her need to self harm had diminished massively. Especially over the past month or so, with everything positive happening to her. That’s not to say those thoughts of hers had gone completely… but thankfully there was no way she could hurt herself in here. Honestly, I have never seen her so happy before. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t happy to be part of the reason for it. As for me… I’ve actually enjoyed Christmas for the first time since my Mum died. Properly enjoyed it anyway. And it’s not even Christmas yet! It’s only a couple days off now, and I’ve already told Ceres what I want to give to Ella… but for the first time in forever I really enjoyed the run up to Christmas. Lots of Christmas music from my childhood playing over the speakers, lots of decorations up, there’s a big Christmas tree in the playroom that’s fenced off so none of us can pull it down… it’s all just so… magical. And I loved it. Especially now that Ella and I were together. And yes, we had a couple more of those cute ‘dates’, as well as a bunch of ‘sleepovers’ where she’d come snuggle with me in my crib. I couldn’t be happier. And I know what Ceres said, this is just the universe making up for the crap hand I’ve been dealt in life… …But I couldn’t help feeling like this was just leading up to something catastrophic… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 42: Advent Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- December “Can we help at all?” I asked, as I watched Ceres struggle to hang the tinsel above the playroom door. “No, sweetheart, you can’t even stand up straight without falling back on your padded behind. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. You just play with the toys and your friends until it’s time for your appointment.” After everything that had gone on, what with me coming out, getting assaulted, Jack and his goons getting their brains rewired, all the second years being demoted to infants again, and all that stuff… Elysium hadn’t done their usual festive preparations for the upcoming holiday. Apparently they would’ve had the decorations up day one of December… but that wasn’t going to happen. We were still adapting to all the sudden changes, so they didn’t want to suddenly push Christmas on us as soon as it hit midnight on the first. So… it’s currently the… umm… fifth? I think? At least that’s what my chocolate advent calendar told me it was. And how could I not trust it, it was super yummy! We all got given one on the first day of the month, as despite us being demoted to infants, they wanted us to experience this bit at least, as we are technically second years. And as we were each given one, they informed us that they’d be putting the decorations up in a few days. Turns out… the same day as my first appointment with Joy… “So… Rosie…” “I’m sorry!” I blurted out at Joy. “Whatever for?” she asked. “For… everything…” “You already apologised to me, sweetie. And there was no apology needed, I told you that.” “I know… but…” “Sweetie, it’s okay, seriously. It really is. And this session isn’t for me… it’s for you.” “Sorry…” “There’s that word again.” “S-” I was about to repeat it, but the stern look Joy was giving me was enough to prevent me from opening my mouth again. “Right… Now that that is out of the way, how are you doing? Are you enjoying Christmas?” “I… umm…” I wasn’t used to talking to her again. The month, or however long it's been since I left the last session, seems to have made things awkward with her again. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, softly. “Nothing…” I mumbled. “Rosie… Look, I’m here to help you. Okay then… How about we talk about something else first? How are the hormones affecting you? Noticed any side effects?” “I feel… umm… better?” “Better? How so?” “I just feel… it’s hard to describe.” “Try for me.” “Um… more… me?” “Really? And how is it more you?” “Like… the storm inside me has kinda calmed down… I guess? Like… I was missing a puzzle piece my whole life and suddenly…” “You found it?” she said, interrupting me. “Actually… no… it's as if I had the piece all along, but now it actually fits…” “So no bad side effects?” “Nope. Umm… my… umm…” “Go on…” she said, trying to get me to be honest with her. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to… I just… I was a little embarrassed to say the words. “I… umm… my… my n… n… ipples…” “Are they more sensitive?” “Yeah! How…? Oh… is that normal? I thought it would’ve happened much later.” “Usually it’s a bit of a thing that would occur later on, when breasts develop. But… like Ella… you’re kind of our guinea pig…” “I am?” “Didn’t you read the thing you signed?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at me. “I… umm… skimmed over it…” I mumbled, avoiding eye contact, feeling guilty and embarrassed all of a sudden… “Rosie… Well, if you had read it, it did say that you would be given hormone replacement therapy, or HRT… but it would be in-house HRT. We developed it ourselves. It will have the same potency as regular prescribed hormones, but we hoped that it would require a lot less time to acquire the same results that you would get from the regular stuff.” “Oh… so that’s why…” “Your nipples are sensitive? Yes. Your breasts are growing. It’ll still take a good amount of time for them to grow, but it’s occurring at a much faster rate than normal, as I hypothesised.” “How… umm… how bi…” “How big will they get? All depends on your mother’s genes really. Did she have… umm…” “Yeah…” I replied, before she could ask the embarrassing question. “Then there’s a good chance you’ll grow to about the same size, maybe a little less.” I still couldn’t imagine myself with boobs… but the thought of finally having them… made me feel all giddy inside. “Will she need a training bra?” Ceres interrupted, talking to the Doctor. “I know the other girls here don’t wear them… they already went through this phase, but if she’s growing…” “Yes, I think that’s a good idea,” Joy replied, “She can get her first proper bra when she graduates, but until then… she can have a training bra when it starts becoming too sensitive for her. We’ve got her measurements, so we’ll just work off that for now. We can remeasure when needed. Good thinking, Ceres… I hadn’t thought of that.” “Huh?” I asked. “When you’re growing boobs… it can become very painful… So it’s good to have a training bra,” Ceres explained. “Oh… umm… thanks then?” “So… Rosie… back to the original question. How are you doing?” asked Joy. “I mean… I’m okay, I guess?” “You don’t sound so sure about that. I thought transitioning was what you always wanted?” “It is! Oh it really is, don’t get me wrong! But…” “Ollie hasn’t talked to her since his little outburst…” Ceres said, just laying it out without any hesitance or forethought. “Oh? Is that so? What’s he been doing then? I assume the girls…” Joy was about to continue, but I ended up interrupting her this time. “He’s hanging out with the third year boys…” “Really?” Joy asked, surprised.. “You say that as if you hadn’t read the reports already…” I sighed. “Actually… I haven’t had this week’s report,” Joy replied. “This place has been in a bit of a state, reports are delayed, everyone’s scrambling about to try and reschedule everything…” “Well yeah… he’s hanging out with the third years. They’re all chummy and friendly and Ollie keeps throwing mean glances at me…” “Is that so? Maybe I’ll have to figure out what to do with Oliver… okay then sweetie, aside from Oliver, how are you doing? Is everyone being nice to you?” “Yeah…” “And how's things with Ella? I was told you entered a relationship with her.” “It’s… okay…” I wasn’t lying. It was just… okay. We hadn’t done anything yet. It had barely been any time… and that time was mostly spent snuggling. We hadn’t had a proper date yet, we hadn’t done anything… We hadn't even kissed since that first time. We tried to not be super clingy with each other in front of people… and honestly… I was a bit worried. “Just okay?” “It’s fine. It’s just… nothing has happened…” “Because you haven’t done anything…” Ceres interrupted once again. “Why are you here again?” I asked her. “Usually it’s just Joy and myself…” “Because I knew you’d be hesitant to talk about Oliver. And Ella. And because I’m worried about you,” she replied, taking me by surprise. “You’re worried about me?” “Yes, you worry so much about pleasing other people, you get so hurt when someone isn’t open or friendly to you, because you’re constantly worrying about the possibility that it’s your fault.” “She hit the nail right on the head…” Joy said, backing her up. “Rosie, I asked her to stay this time. Because she told me you’ve been a bit hesitant to be yourself.” “I don’t… I don’t even know who I am anymore…” “You’re Rosie. The cute girl I somehow missed when I first examined you. And it’s perfectly okay to take some time to figure your new self out.” “It is? Why?” “Because now you’re a woman. Or well… you’re finally accepting that you’re a woman. You can do all the things you’ve always wanted to do. You’ll have to find your own style, makeup, dealing with boobs, periods, finding out who you are and what your basic personality is now that you’re not constrained by male socialising and a persona that you had to adopt to fake it in the world. It’s like Rosie has been trapped in a bunker for a couple of decades with a bunch of misogynistic male-centered movies, not learning how to socialise as the woman she is. You’ve been thrust out into the world and now what you’ve learnt and how you’ve adapted is all stuff that you’ll need to unlearn to be the woman you are.” “That… makes a weird amount of sense,” I replied. “Thanks, I try,” Joy said, smiling at me and blushing a little. “You can take your time here, if anything… This place may be the best opportunity for you to do this. If you had transitioned out in the real world, you’d be having to learn all about yourself as an adult and whilst you’re socialising. Here… you can grow up as the correct gender, learn who you are, learn what Rosie likes and dislikes, what kind of girl you want to grow up to be… and then by the end of it… we can send you out into the world a much happier, much stronger woman. With a whole new identity if you want!” “I…” “Think of it like a cocoon. Everyone you knew… knew you as a caterpillar. You come in here in secret… and then you emerge as the beautiful butterfly you are! And you can either resume your life as a transitioned Noah/Rosie, or you could take on a whole new identity. And before you start worrying… you’ve got nearly two years to figure this out. And I’ll be here the entire time, we’ll discuss this all a lot and make sure we come up with the best possible choice for you.” I was ready to cry at this point. I never thought people could be this supportive of me. It was one thing having everyone using the right pronouns and name, accepting me when I came out to them… it was another having Joy talk so enthusiastically about my transition and the woman I’m going to become. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to hug them both. But I was stopped by Ceres, when she opened her mouth. “Wait… she’ll get periods?” “So she just straight up asked that?” Ella asked, giggling. I sat there in the playroom, taking everything in, still processing everything that Joy had told me. Once I was plopped down with my friends, Ella instantly came crawling over to me, sitting her padded butt beside me, wrapping her arms around mine and resting her head on my shoulder. She asked how it went, so I told her. Well… most of it. “Yeah, Ceres didn’t know that trans women can get periods,” I replied. “To be fair… neither did I,” Ella said, shrugging. “It’s mostly just the hormonal part, apparently, obviously we won’t experience everything you cis women do without the correct anatomy. But we still get cramping, headaches, mood swings… that kind of thing. Though not all trans women, apparently. Not sure if I will, I’ve not been on HRT for very long.” “Though you may soon, if what you said is true about the in-house HRT thing. If everything is sped up… the side effects probably are too.” “That’s true. I guess we’ll just have to wait and see.” “Don’t worry, I’m gonna be the best girlfriend for you during them! And outside of them!” “I…” “What’s up, Rosie?” “Just… just… we’ve not done anything.” “Do you want to do something?” “You two should go reserve the snuggle room…” Sarah whispered over to us. Clearly she had been eavesdropping. “Go hang out together there, it’s a wonderful place for couples… I’d know…” Ella turned to me. “Want to do that?” “Sure!” I replied, excitedly. “Do… Do we just ask a Nanny or something?” “Ask Ceres or Vesta, I think they’re nearby. Ask if you can reserve the snuggle room for thirty minutes. You can’t have any more than that though, given that we’re supposed to share.” “Thanks Sarah!” Ella replied, before turning and nudging me to call out for a Nanny. “CERES?” Ceres carried me in her arms towards the snuggle room, whilst Vesta carried Ella in hers. “Oh…” Ceres said, stopping in her tracks. “Huh?” I asked, before turning around to see what she was stopping for. “Oh…” Oliver. “Hey Ollie… are you busy in here?” Ceres asked, sweetly. “What if I am?” he snapped back at my Nanny… sorry, his ex-Nanny. “Just… we were hoping…” “To steal this from me too? Fine. Whatever,” he replied, rolling his eyes at us. “No…” I interrupted. “Can… can… we reserve another…?” Ceres took one look at Oliver, then quickly turned on her heel and walked off briskly, as if on a mission, with me in her arms still. “That boy…” she grumbled as we walked towards the doors at the end of the corridor… the ones leading back to the girls’ nurseries. “‘Steal this from me too’? What on Earth was he talking about? No one stole anything from him…” “I think he was talking about his best friend being taken…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “By what though?” “Ella?” I said, making sure I was quiet, as even if Ella was unable to hear me despite being just behind us… Vesta most probably could. “Or me being trans? Maybe he blames you all for playing along with…” “Don’t finish that sentence, babygirl. Don’t even give him the satisfaction of you using those words. You’re just as much of a girl as me and Ella and Vesta. So let’s ignore that little ignorant brat… and we’ll get you settled in in your nursery with Ella for the rest of the day.” “What about the playroom?” “What about it?” “Don’t we have to socialise or whatever?” “I’m sure the board will understand. You and Ella haven’t had time alone together yet, and I’m determined to give it to you. Just… make the most of it, okay baby?” “Yes M- Nanny…” I can’t believe I nearly called her the M word. It’s like when you’re at school and you accidentally call your teacher Mum or whatever. But then I guess for a place like this… …Maybe that’s just normal? ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories, why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! Thank you to all my subscribers for their support over the past few years! Seriously, your support means the world to me. 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There are two meanings, and one is derived from the other. The first is exactly that, usually when a dog or cat gets neutered. But it also means to 'be made ineffective' (which you could probably see where that meaning comes from). I definitely mean the latter in this case. They've been made more docile.

Chapter 41: Girlfriends Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “Ready?” Ceres asked, as she was getting me ready for the new day. “Umm…” I mumbled nervously. “Look, you’ll be fine. It’s just a normal day now. No assemblies, no big surprises, no coming out to people, no big scares. You just go in there, look adorable like you always do, and have fun.” “But… but…” “What are you ‘but’ing about now?” she said, smiling at me. “What about… umm… Ollie?” “If Ollie doesn’t want to play with you anymore, then that’s his loss. He’s going to lose a lot of friends if he doesn’t apologise today.” “So you’re not forcing him to apologise?” “You told us not to. And honestly… we agree. It should be on him to apologise. So if he doesn’t… I don’t think the girls will allow him near your group any longer.” “Doesn’t that just ensure he’ll be with the guys from now on? They’ll probably take him under his wing…” “With how infantilised Jack and the others are? I mean maybe the boys in the third year will let him hang out with them, but that’s it. And then he’s screwed next year when they’ve all graduated.” “You think they’re all going to graduate? Surely they’re still all a bit… rough?” “Trust me, after Christmas, if they’ve not changed their tune… they soon will,” Ceres replied, grinning at me. “They’ve already improved by miles since coming here, and we still have a few tricks to get them to behave and for it to stick… We’ve had this problem before, and it’s usually the boys. They have a sort of pack mentality.” “What tricks?” I asked. “I… oh no… whilst it’s really nice getting to talk to someone about all this and the inner workings of this place, something I didn’t get to do with my previous charges, I shouldn’t go blabbing ALL our secrets…” “Awww.” “But you’ll be fine. Ollie will get better. With or without you. And you’ll have some great friends at the end of this. And a kickass girlfriend too!” “That… that’s the other thing…” I mumbled, nervously. “Nervous about telling the others about you and Ella?” “Y… yeah…” “Let Ella do it then. She’s apparently so excited about her surgery and also her new girlfriend that she won’t shut up about either!” I felt my cheeks burning. “She… she’s excited?” “Vesta told me this morning. Poor woman was kept up all night thanks to Ella being unable to sleep due to her excitement. Needed an extra coffee.” “I… still can’t believe it happened.” “I can. You two were clearly destined to be together. It was obvious from the start…” I could sense a lot of pride and happiness in Ceres’ voice. And I know I’m not usually good at reading people, but was that a slight twinge of jealousy? “I… I dunno about that…” “I do. So let’s get your hair sorted and we’ll get you to the playroom so you can meet up with your new girlfriend.” Yeah… I wasn’t imagining it. There was a slight twinge of something in there. Was it jealousy? Or was it disappointment? Or both? Or was it something else? “They noticed how femme I was looking…” I said, changing the subject to make her feel better. The sudden change in topic must have taken Ceres by surprise. “Oh? Huh?” “They said I looked different yesterday. Much more adorable. I told them it wasn’t due to hormones, as I had barely had any time on them.” Which is true. It had barely been a few days of being on them, and I hadn’t had any changes yet. But then I read somewhere that it’ll take months for any noticeable changes, maybe even years. But hey… maybe with their advanced pharmaceuticals it’d speed it up for me? I was given a shot at the end of my hospital stay, and I take one pill per day, but all Joy told me was that she’d need to talk to me the following week about it all, and to mention any side effects to Ceres. So… maybe I was on some experimental thing? I’d have to ask her. I mean… it’s still a shady secret organisation at the end of the day, even if they’re the nicest people I’ve ever met. They won’t want to divulge any of the secrets about their practices or technology. “They did? I mean… you do look even cuter in girls' clothing.” “No, apparently it’s my hair. You styled it very femme…” “Oh… I guess I did. Hmm… I wonder if I could get you booked in with a hairstylist…” I started giggling. “What’s so funny, little girl?” Ceres asked. “Jess and Sophia… they said you’d want to do that… and…” “Let me guess… they also predicted that I’d wanna doll you up?” My giggling turned into full blown laughter at this point. “Those little tykes… I swear they’re more work than the ones we’re actually treating…” “Really? They seem so well behaved…” “Around you guys, yes. But they’re little brats for us Nannies. Except Juno. She’s the Head Nanny of Elysium, of course, and their Mummy, and she loooooves to train us by getting us to take care of her little girls. Or at least attempt to.” “Did you manage it?” I asked, curiously. “Eventually. After Jess spilled porridge down my blouse and Sophia suddenly disappeared from my sight.” “That really doesn’t sound like those two…” “They’re little sweethearts really, a couple of little Mummy’s girls… but they dial up the brat factor to eleven when we’re being trained… so of course that’s the side of them that we remember most…” “I would love to see them being brats. They usually seem so sweet.” “Stick around long enough and maybe you will. Sometimes they have to turn on the brattiness when dealing with a particularly difficult case. Because punishments tend to bring out the inner child in a lot of people, especially physical ones like spankings, so if they’re bratty around you… be careful. They’re looking to get a group punishment going…” “Isn’t that like insider trading or something?” I joked. “Yeah but you’re my little girl, so I’m allowed.” “I am, huh?” I grinned up at her. “Shush you, cutiepie. Let’s get you going, otherwise you’re going to be late…” “Late for playtime… oh no…” I replied, sarcastically. There she was. Has Vesta done something with Ella’s hair? Her brown hair had been tucked back into a pair of small pigtails, with cute little accessories on them, along with a little hair clip. Whatever she had done… Ella looked even more beautiful than usual. Or maybe that was because I’m madly in love with her and now that we’re dating I’m allowing myself to see her beauty in full? Either way… if this were a cartoon, my eyes would be popping out and my jaw would be hitting the floor. Unclipping me from the stroller, Ceres lifted me out and placed me on the floor near the group of us second year girls, who were all waiting for me apparently. Rowan was there too, thankfully… though no Ollie. No third years around yet, not even the boys. And no Jack or his two stooges. “Good luck, sweetheart…” Ceres whispered to me before she took the stroller and walked out of the playroom, leaving me alone with my friends. “Umm… hi…” I mumbled, nervously, trying to break the awkward silence as everyone stared at me, smiling. “Hey cutie!” Ava replied. She looked like she was about to burst with excitement. Had Ella already told them? I mean… That was good, right? That’s kinda what I wanted to happen. But at the same time… I was hoping to have been there when she told them. “I didn’t tell them anything, I promise…” Ella replied, answering my question, as if she could read my mind. “Vesta let it slip…” I rolled my eyes and blushed as all eyes were suddenly on me. “Look at this girl! She’s only been out for half an hour and suddenly she’s got her own super hot girlfriend!” Maria joked. This caused both Ella and I to blush more. “So Vesta wasn’t lying…” Ava continued. “Oh… my gosh… you two are adorable together. But how do you even date in here? Do you have candlelight bottle feedings?” “Well…” And so I told them the basics. That we get date nights and stuff. “Ugh, that makes me want to date someone in here. Do you two get those bonuses too?” Maria whined, before turning her attention to Jess and Sophia. “We have the same nursery so it's easier for us and we can snuggle every night… but yeah, basically it’s the same for us. We get the odd night where we can have a date. It’s… still humiliating… we’re still very much wearing these nappies and stuff… but it’s nice to pretend to be a grown up for a while in here,” Sophia replied, shrugging. “You four are lucky you’re gay!” “Says the straight girl…” Jess mumbled, rolling her eyes at the obvious idiotic comment. “What? You can just date in your nurseries. I wonder how hard it is to date one of the boys… plus have you seen the boys? They’re not exactly relationship material.” “She’s right. It is easier for the girls. Mostly because they adapt and get better a lot more quickly than the boys do…” a voice said, from behind. I turned around to see Juno, Sophia and Jess’ Nanny. “I heard we have another little relationship in Elysium? Ella… Rosie?” she asked. We both mumbled a bit in response. “I’m sure your Nannies explained the rules.” “Yes Nanny Juno…” we mumbled, in unison, just like I used to at school. “Good girls. Well you’re both very well behaved, so I’m here to tell you your relationship has been… approved. Don’t let this ruin your treatment here though, okay petals? I want you two to graduate next year, and if this relationship causes you to backslide… we’ll have to separate the two of you until you’ve graduated.” I hated the sound of that. Because even if we weren’t dating… I wouldn’t want to be separate from Ella. And did they mean completely separate or just physically or what? They didn’t really explain what lengths they’d go to to ensure we graduate next year. We sat there and chatted for a while, before the third years came waddling in, one by one. The boys walked off over to the far end like they usually do, forming a little group in the corner and relaxing back. The girls came waddling over, sitting down next to us. It wasn’t as noticeable until now… but the differences between first year and third year are massive. You can tell by the way we are dressed. For one, their nappies are much less thick than ours. We have to sit with our legs wide open because of the thickness preventing us from closing them, whereas the third year girls were sitting cross legged, or on their knees… just being really casual and comfortable. Not to say that the padding underneath my backside wasn’t comfortable… actually I kinda liked it… but I did miss being able to close my legs. The outfits too… to be fair, the boy’s outfits are very similar over the three years. There isn’t much change over that time. Or maybe it’s just not as noticeable on guys. And I hadn’t got to try the second year girls’ outfits, when I finally got the ability to dress how I wanted to be dressed… we were already back down to being first years. But hey… again, not complaining. I look heckin cute today. Which… is the first time I’ve ever complimented myself. I guess that’s something to tell Joy when I start my therapy sessions with her again. That’s progress, right? Even if it’s just in my own head. Which I’m already starting to doubt. Great… there goes the positive vibe I had. I hate how easy it is to lose confidence like that. But yes, anyway… the difference between the third year girls in their dungarees and toddler-style dresses… and us in our onesies and skirtalls… it was clear who were supposed to be the ‘older kids’ in here. I’m glad I get to start over in here, as the correct gender this time… but I also couldn’t wait to get back to being a second year so I could have more freedom and variety. “Where were you all?” Maria asked. “Assembly,” Sia replied. It was cute, Sia and Ellie were only here for a few moments and already they looked extremely comfortable, with Sia sitting back against the wall, stroking Ellie’s hair as she lay there, her head on Sia’s lap. They really did look like an adorable pair of siblings. In the short time I’ve known Sia, she’s been especially protective of Ellie, just like her Nanny said last year at Halloween. “Assembly? What about?” “How we’re supposed to be around you kiddos, what with all the special changes.” “She means how we’re back to being pamp piddling infants…” Poppy spoke up finally, which surprised me, she was often the one to stay quiet during conversations. It was clear she liked being around us, but she wasn’t the chattiest person, so we never forced her to join in, but it was always nice to have her around, especially when she does speak up. “I mean, they didn’t put it in those exact words…” Ellie teased, sticking her tongue out at us second years. “Yeah, we’re supposed to look at you like babies now, not just younger kids or siblings. We’re also supposed to stop you from playing with any of the bigger kid toys in here.” “Like what?” I asked. “Like the plastic bricks. You have the big baby ones, we have the small kid ones. Same with dolls. You get the baby ones, we get the ones you can dress up. We have to be careful with movies too now…” “Sorry…” I mumbled. “Shush, no apologising, we really don’t mind! Though they did say you’re allowed to stay with us for the movies if you’re accompanying one of us. Sorta like how babies get to stick around their siblings or parents when TV shows are on.” “They also warned us about Jack, Frankie and Harry…” Ellie said, finally speaking up. I wondered how much everyone had been told regarding the fates of those three. I knew, as Jess and Sophia had told me directly that the boys had been ‘neutered’. That they had some subliminal trigger in their brain that went off if they were ever aggressive or trying to physically hurt anyone, reducing them to a babbling, messy baby. I still felt a bit bad for them, despite what they did to me, but at the same time… they really weren’t taking the treatment very well, and maybe this will prevent any more incidents like the one with me. Especially now that I’m out and living as a girl. Honestly, I know I was trying to feel bad for them… but a part of me was still terrified about how they’ll react when they come out of that haze they must be in. “What about them? They looked pretty drugged up during the Headmistress’ thing yesterday…” Poppy asked. “You’ll probably get the memo, but tomorrow they’re being brought back in.” “Really?” Maria blurted out in shock. “So soon? After what they…” “Oh but they’ve apparently done something to them…” I wanted to explain it all clearly, so they didn’t worry about Elysium doing similar things to them… but I felt like I may get in trouble if I did. So I shot a glance over at Sophia, as Jess was staring at the ceiling, completely distracted by the rays of light coming from the window. I wasn’t sure if I understood correctly, but I got a little nod from her. I took that as a ‘you can talk, but be careful’. I just hope I’m correct with my assumption. “They’re being ‘neutered’. The board told me.” “Oh? You met with the board?” Ellie asked, clearly faking her surprise as she was the only other person here that knew Jess and Sophia were actually board members… except the two board members of course. “One person from it, yes,” I lied. “I had to discuss the whole ‘trans’ thing with them. And they wanted to ensure that Jack was no longer a safety issue for me if I was to return to the playroom.” “What were they like? Male or female?” Rowan asked, excitedly. “Were they creepy?” I glanced past Jess and Sophia, both of whom were raising an eyebrow at me. “They were… weird. But nice. Actually very friendly. Not creepy at all, I genuinely think they wanna help.” The smile from the girls said it all. Even the little blushing on Jess’ cheeks told me they appreciated the compliment. “Still… that’s cool.” “I guess. But yeah… apparently they’re going to have some sort of trigger thing.” “Like… hypnosis?” he asked. Ellie interrupted again, as apparently she had the answer to Rowan’s question. “Yeah, apparently. If they get too aggressive… or physical… they umm…” “They what?” “...They shit themselves and turn into babbling babies.” ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! If you want to read the next 4 chapters, thanks to two weeks early access to my main story and also soon-to-be exclusive access to short stories (or even have a chance at commissioning one when I add the tier for them!), why don't you check out my SubscribeStar! 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Chapter 40: Love Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “We’ll give you two kiddos some space… just no funny business, okay?” I didn’t really get much of that, except that last bit, because as Ceres and Vesta were leaving the nursery, I was occupied with Ella pressing her lips against mine as she lay on top of me. “I… guess you liked your present then…” I joked, as she finally released her lips, before wondering if I had ruined the mood by making a joke at this moment. “Rosie… I…” Her warm breath danced across my skin. Her lips close to mine still as she breathed deeply, passion burning in her eyes. “Y… yes?” “I… I li… li… li… like…” “I like you too.” “No… I mean… not in… not in a fri… frie…” she stuttered, panicking a bit. “Ella…” I quickly managed to free my arms from under her and brought my hands up to cup her beautiful face. “I love you too.” Those words lingered in the air for a second, before Ella pressed her lips against mine again, kissing me passionately and intimately, writhing around on top of me as if she was trying to get even closer to me, which at this point was physically impossible. “I… wuv you…” she said as she pulled back from kissing me again. “Ha… I… I heard you may like me… but that was back when I was pretending to be Noah…” “You heard?” “Everyone called it, apparently. Ollie too… though…” “So… why didn’t you do anything?” she asked, sounding almost upset by this discovery, backing off from kissing me for the moment, getting off me and sitting in front of me, allowing me to sit myself up. “Because… I thought… I thought you were only interested in Noah… and I’m not Noah.” “No… I like you… I liked the girl hidden within you… the girl I could somehow sense but didn’t know it at the time…” she replied. “I know that now! But then I came out as Rosie to you… and I just assumed you were straight. I didn’t think you’d want me as… well… umm… me…” “It made me realise why I could feel something for you from the very beginning, since we first met. So for a while I thought maybe I was bi… but I never… I never liked guys before. Until I met you. But it made so much more sense when you told me you are trans. That’s how I realised I was in love with you.” “That’s my fault then. I just assumed you wouldn’t be romantically interested in Rosie, only Noah… it’s what made it so hard to accept that side of me…” “Wait… I… I made it harder for you to…?” she looked like she was about to cry. “No! No! It wasn’t your fault. I just… maybe it did cross my mind a bit. I wanted to be with you, but I also felt it was unfair if I asked you out… as you’d be dating a fake version of me.” “Well I know the real you now… and I love her.” “We’re throwing around the ‘L’ word a lot… are you sure… are-?” “Shush. I’ve been in love with you since the start of this place. Since I first laid eyes on you. I’m sure of this. I know the difference between love and a crush. And then… you remembered…” “Your favourite book?” “It was one I mentioned over a year ago. All because I dressed up as Alice…” “I wanted to get you something special. Felt awkward after Vesta’s surprise for you though…” “Shush!” she said, pressing her finger over my lips. “Both of them have made this the best birthday ever. I assume it was your idea for this party?” “Umm… maybe…” I blushed. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” “And you’re cute. Was I lying just now?” “Shush. Or I’ll kiss you again.” “I’d like to see you try…” After a while, and a lot more kissing, we sorta just lay there in the playpen, lay in each other's arms, pressing our foreheads against each other as we soaked in the feeling in the quiet nursery. We had finally admitted our feelings for each other. We had finally kissed. And… WHERE THE HELL DO I GO FROM HERE? I’ve never been the one to make a move, I’ve always relied on others to do the same. Like… does this mean we’re dating? Surely after saying we love each other we should date each other… right? Ella sat up and looked at me, before lifting her hands to tell me something. “What… what’s on your mind?” Ella asked in sign, her rapid motion indicating she was worried or upset or something. “Just… umm…” I signed back. “Go on…” “Are we… are we… dating?” I asked. “Do you want to? I would’ve assumed we would…” “Dating is allowed here…” Vesta said out loud, interrupting us, taking us both by surprise. Somehow both Vesta and Ceres managed to sneak in without us noticing, and I wondered how much of that they caught. “Well I figured that, given that Sophia and Jess are allowed to be together…” I replied, making sure not to reveal anything I shouldn’t to Ella. “Exactly. But… there are rules.” “R… Rules?” Ella replied out loud this time, nervously. Ceres stepped forward. “Rule one. No sex. Sorry kiddos… we are lenient when it comes to masturbation when you’re left alone at night, as we know that despite treating you like babies, you’re still adults with certain… needs. But sex will have to wait until you graduate. Sorry kiddos…” ‘I doubt Sophia and Jess have to follow that rule…’ I thought to myself. “Rule two…” Vesta took over, “If we feel like a relationship would be detrimental to your treatment here, we will forbid it. Whether that is immediately or if you start to show signs of reverting back to your old ways… we will step in and forbid any relationship. Potentially splitting you up for the foreseeable future.” “Rule three…” It seemed like they were rotating between them, which was kinda cute, I must admit, though it was a bit scary having so many rules to follow just to date Ella. “You must still obey your Nannies and be good little babies, even if you want to spend more time with your partner, you will still be a little baby that is in our care. That takes priority over any relationships here.” “Wow… lots of rules…” I mumbled. “Yes poppet, but there are a lot of benefits to being in a relationship. Especially with me only having you to look after,” Ceres replied, smiling at me. “Huh? What dat mean?” I asked. “It means if you want to share a crib for the evening, we can make that happen. Normally it would be awkward if two little ones from separate nurseries want to sleep together. Usually that would require moving people around, and that’s very difficult logistically. Same nursery partners are easy, normally you’d be sharing a crib anyway. But with little Rosie here having no other nursery-mate to share me with… I can happily take Ella for the evening when you want to snuggle together. Though not too often, let's say 3 nights a week at most?” Both mine and Ella’s cheeks turned bright red at the same time. “And you’ll also be able to request a date night once every two weeks,” she continued. “Date night?” Vesta decided to answer that one. “Given there is a Nanny available, which thanks to Ceres only having one baby means it’s most likely you’ll always be fine to do so, you can request a date night. This can be any number of activities. You can reserve a playroom just for the two of you, though you will have a Nanny nearby at all times. You can ask for a movie night in your nursery if you want, as we have projectors we can bring in. You can make a blanket fort in your nursery. You can even have a romantic meal together, if you want.” “A romantic meal… in high chairs?” “We’re mean… but we’re not that mean…” Ceres giggled. “No, you’ll still have to sit on the plastic kiddie chairs and a small table, but you can feed yourself and dress up nicely if you want. You’ll still be padded, of course, but once every month you can request a more… adult meal. I’m not talking steak or a five star restaurant meal… but like… a burger and chips maybe?” “I guess that’s still nice…” “I… I’d like dat…” Ella replied. “How about we let you two get used to actually dating first? Get used to being together. Then maybe at the end of the week… you two can have a movie night together?” I turned to Ella and signed to her. “Would you like that?” Her smile grew twice as big and she started nodding at me. “Then I’ll go find the projector… it's been a while since we used it.” “Lucky for you two too… Ceres is the best at making blanket forts…” Vesta smiled at us. “Really?” Ella cried out in surprise. “I mean… I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I have been told they’re good…” Ceres replied. It was clear she was trying to suppress her smugness, which just made her even cuter. ------------------------------------- As I lay there in my nursery, alone once again whilst Ceres had popped out to arrange something, I couldn’t believe so much had happened in the short span of this one day. Ollie showing his true colours, the girls accepting me as one of their own, the Headmistress being an absolute sweetheart… and now I’m apparently dating Ella. For a year I’ve been wondering if we’d ever end up together, but my whole gender identity issue made it feel like it would never happen. But now I’ve accepted the real me… and found that Ella loves the real me… I felt like I was on cloud nine. But from experience… Happiness like this doesn’t come without a cost. The universe has to balance the scales, or at least that's how it usually feels. Because whenever I felt happy in my life… truly, deeply happy… something bad would come and hit me like a truck and put me in my place. Or maybe the whole losing Ollie thing is bad enough? It certainly feels that way. And I still couldn’t help but feel like it was my fault. I know I shouldn’t. I’m just being me. If he’s not okay with the real me, then that’s his issue to deal with, not mine. I know that reasonably… I’m not at fault. But I still can’t help but feel like maybe I should have told him earlier, or maybe not at all. Maybe I should’ve gradually let him accept me, but then it wasn’t really my fault when Jack confronted me, I was just dressing up. Maybe I should have kept it under wraps instead… only telling Ceres and Ella… No… then I wouldn’t be in the correct nursery wing, I wouldn’t be wearing the correct outfits… I wouldn’t have the correct childhood being forced on me by this treatment. I’d just end up feeling bad again, back on that bridge, staring over the edge. No… I have a habit of feeling like everything is my fault. But not this time. I can’t let him make me feel guilty for this. If he’s not okay with me now… that’s his problem. I’m going to be selfish for once in my miserable life. I grabbed the stuffie nearby and hugged it against my chest, crying a little. I wish Ceres had let Ella stay with me tonight. But apparently they have to run it all by the board first, so that they can make the necessary arrangements for our relationship. They’ve really thought through everything here. Lots of watching us and making sure we still take to the treatment. Though honestly? With us both being here for reasons not normally treated here… maybe we’ll adapt even better? Maybe it’ll help us even more? Ah, who knows. All I care about now is seeing that cute smile of Ella’s. Those adorable little cheeks. Those kissable lips. And as I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t help but think about my girlfriend. Even calling her that sent playful little shivers through me. Knowing that she loved me… the real me… meant more to me than anything else in my life. And I couldn’t wait to heal in Elysium alongside her. I have no idea what the future holds for us, especially considering graduation… But maybe… Just maybe… The universe will allow me to be happy without anything in return. ====================================================== This is normally where my usual stories end. But we're only 2/3rds of the way there! Still lots more to go Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 39: Ella Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- “Happy birthday to you…” Her face lit up when she entered my nursery. “Happy birthday to you…” That gorgeous little smile of hers… that’s what I was after. “Happy birthday dear El-la…” The cake, the candles, the balloons, the decorations… It was all perfect. “Happy birthday to you!” Once we finished singing Happy birthday to her, we gave her a second to compose herself and wipe away the tears from her eyes. “You okay sweetpea?” Nanny Vesta asked her. “I… uh huh… I just… my birthday was last month…” “Yes, and you spent it visiting me in that hospital bed, apparently,” I replied. “So we wanted to properly celebrate it now!” “This… this is all perfect… thank you…” Vesta quickly signed something. “Are you doing okay, baby? Not too much for you?” “No, it’s perfect,” she signed back. “I’m glad you like it,” I added to the conversation, using my hands too. “Hey, for the people who can only communicate in one language…” Ceres whined. “You’ll have to learn too. Want to be Rosie’s lil study buddy?” Vesta teased Ceres, who really didn’t look impressed with her friend. “Look, if I end up in nappies like these cuties… kill me.” “I don’t think they’re that bad…” I mumbled. “That’s because you’re my adorable lil munchkin!” Ceres then wrapped her arms around me and started nuzzling my neck and shoulder, kissing them repeatedly. “Right… I’ll go cut up the cake. Why don’t you get started with the presents?” Vesta suggested, taking the cake from the little table she had brought in and set up in the centre of the nursery playpen. “I’ll… help you…” Ceres replied, getting up and following Ella’s Nanny out of the nursery. But as she left, she turned around… and winked at me. “How are you feeling? After… everything to do with Ollie?” Ella asked. “I… I’m still not sure. I knew I’d lose some people by coming out, I kinda expected it… it’s why I kept telling myself I wasn’t trans… but it still hurts all the same. I thought he’d be more supportive.” “I think it’s because he has a crush on you.” “So I’ve been told… but I thought he was straight. Then I find out he’s probably interested in me… now he’s not? I’m confused by it all honestly.” “He probably just made an exception for you. And he liked that you were the only boy he liked. Then…” “Then I went and became the girl I was supposed to be…” I replied, sighing, looking at the floor in shame. “Exactly. Or maybe he’s one of those queer people who don’t like trans people?” The fact that Ella used ‘queer’ instead of ‘LGBT’ or ‘gay’ made me do a double take. “But hey…” she continued, “When one door closes, another one opens…” “Huh? What do you mean by th-” I looked up to see Ella blushing. “Umm… what… what do you mean by that?” “I… umm… look… I knew something was different about you. It’s why… look… I… I’m not usually interested in dating…” “You’re not?” “Dating… guys…” she continued. “But I knew something was… different… about you. You were sweet and kind and… you didn’t feel like any other guy…” “Haha, guess we figured out why that is…” “Yeah… it’s why… when you came out to me… I finally realised what the feelings inside me were telling me…” “Huh? What feelings?” I felt my heart beating within my chest. It felt almost like it was going to burst out of my ribcage at any moment. Was she really… is she… I mean… “Rosie… I’m gay.” “You are? Oh… that’s cool…” ‘That’s cool? That’s the best you can come up with?’ I screamed internally at myself. “And… um… I had feelings… before I knew… before you told me…” This was it. The moment. The moment I had dreamt of. Though in the dreams I’ve had over this past year, it would usually end at this point, then she tells me she can’t be with me because I’m trans. But then dream-me thought she was straight. Now she’s telling me she… she… “WHO WANTS CAKE?” I wanted to scream at Vesta and Ceres so badly for ruining the moment. But as they brought the cake back through on little paper plates as little slices, I got a moment of clarity to see how much Ella was shaking right now. Maybe… maybe this was good for her. Maybe she needs a moment. I’m sure if I ask Ceres to give us a minute alone, she’d allow it, and Ella can continue with what she wanted to say. But for now, seeing Ella’s nervous face light up at the sight of cake was enough for me to be able to hold it together for now, despite the interruption. This day was all about Ella, after all. It’s her birthday party. “Right, wait… did you not open presents? What did you two get up to?” Ceres asked. I gave her one very unimpressed look. And she instantly got it. “Did we interrupt something?” Vesta asked. “Apparently so… sorry kiddos. We can leave you alone again if you-” “No, it’s okay!” Ella quickly interrupted, grabbing a present from near her feet and pulling it up to her chest. “I’ll open presents with you two here. Much better!” Hastily tearing at the wrapping paper, she opened the first of three gifts, the one from Ceres. “A stuffie? Thank you!” Ceres smiled at her, then looked at me with a face that told me ‘I had no idea what to get her, so I went with the safe option’. Which made me giggle a bit. Cuddling the pink teddy bear, she placed the stuffed toy on the floor beside her, before picking up the second one, a small envelope, no doubt from Vesta. “Wha… dis?” Ella asked, looking up at her best friend with a puzzled expression on her face. “Open it. I’ve been looking into something… and I hope you’re pleased with my results…” That just made Ella even more confused, so she quickly opened the envelope, finding a letter inside. Pulling it out and unfolding it, the cute little adult baby scanned the letter quickly… her eyes tearing up within seconds. “I… really?” she asked her Nanny and best friend, her voice quivering. “Really.” “When?” “Just after the new year. I can schedule it as soon as you give me the go ahead…” “Buh… how?” “You’re part of Elysium now, baby. I told you there are benefits. It’s one of the reasons I wanted to induct you here. Not just for your wellbeing… but so you can get that…” I looked over at Ceres, who looked as confused as I was. “What did you get her?” Ceres asked, thankfully, on behalf of us both. Ella clutched the letter to her chest and kicked her little feet. Whatever it was meant more to her than anything… so it must be special. “As you know, Ella is deaf.” “No… really?” Ceres replied, full of fake surprise. Vesta exhaled a long sigh before continuing. “Well she’s always been told there are no treatments for the particular variety of her condition. But I’ve been speaking with Joy regarding the technology available here. And I’ve also been talking with one of the top surgeons in the world…” “How? Surely Elysium is too secretive to allow you…” “This is why it took so long. I didn’t want to get Ella’s hopes up, so I had Joy run a full scan on her during induction last year, then I spent the past year waiting for permission to induct the surgeon into the existence of Elysium, discussing options with them and Elysium as to what we can do for Ella. Basically… There's a very experimental procedure that we may be able to perform, which is only available thanks to the technology available and the surgeon available. Normally the cost would be astronomical… but…” “But Ella is one of ours now…” Ceres finished. “What about other deaf people?” I asked. “If it works with Ella, and after a few more trials… Elysium is thinking of offering up the technology for the procedure for free use, though it would only be limited to those with hearing loss similar to Ella’s, which is extremely rare. Now Ella… this isn’t a complete fix. We aren’t even sure if it would work on everyone. But they feel like there is a good chance Ella could recover some of her hearing ability, though we aren’t sure just how much. It won’t be at the level of your average person, but think of it like hearing aids. This will just be a way more advanced hearing aid. Also the surgery is very risk-” “I’LL DO IT!” Ella cried out, still clutching her letter to her chest. “Then I’ll contact the Doc and we’ll get you scheduled for the start of January. Sorry we can’t do it sooner, it’s the only time the surgeon is available, plus Joy will need to actually build your new hearing aid.” “So… Will Ella be able to hear us?” I asked, still surprised that this was even possible. “Somewhat, yes. At least we hope so. Again, this is all experimental technology. It could work, it may not work… But as long as Ella is sure she wants to try it, then we’re going ahead.” Ella nodded and smiled. That smile… I don’t think I had ever seen anyone this happy before. I didn’t think that amount of happiness existed. “Oh… we never opened Rosie’s present…” Ella had cried all her happy tears at this point, and the mood had calmed down. We were all so happy for her, and January couldn’t come soon enough. But… How can I follow after that? Vesta is giving her something she’s probably wished for her whole life… My present is pathetic in comparison. “No, it’s okay… it’s nothing… you can just open it later,” I replied, shrugging it off, hoping we’d just skip past my gift and get to the celebration. “No… I wan’ it!” Ella cried out, like a little toddler, reaching her hands out to Vesta and doing the grabby hands thing. “She’s such a lil baby these days, whines whenever she doesn’t get her way,” Vesta said to Ceres, laughing. “Just means she’s taking to the treatment well. Rosie is very much the same, though she’s as good as gold. Very rarely bratty, always a good girl for me when I tell her to be. Her language has definitely adapted well enough.” “I wonder if we don’t reduce their speech enough. The slight babyish words are cute… but I would’ve thought we’d be reducing them even further.” “You were with me with the first batch, it worked pretty well then. They don’t need complete babyhood, just enough to let them start over. I was speaking to Joy… I think if we reduced them to infants we’d have a much harder time getting them to grow up again.” “That makes sense.” As the two Nannies conversed about our ‘treatments’, Ella was growing more and more impatient by the second. She had started to resort to tugging on Vesta’s pant leg to get her attention. “Oh Ella… I’m sorry. It’s by your side, baby…” her Nanny replied, pointing to a small present by her feet that very nearly just got swept aside in all the excitement. Grabbing the little wrapped gift, she quickly tore away the paper to find the gift I had been expecting. After all, I had never seen what I picked out in person. I told Ceres what I wanted to get for Ella and she obtained it for me… she had even wrapped it for me! “I… hope you like it. I know it can’t replace the copy from your Grandma… but I noticed our library here doesn’t have it,” I mumbled, nervously. Ella just sat there, staring at her present from me, speechless. Newer tears were forming in the corners of her eyes again. “Ceres… how did you end up with the sweetest little girl ever?” Vesta spoke up, breaking the silence. “I don’t know. I assume that book is special to her?” Ella looked up at me, her misty eyes staring into my soul. “Do… do you… do you like it?” I asked. She didn’t say another word. I don’t think she needed to. Because when she pounced forwards, pressing her lips against mine, wrapping her arms around me as she tackled me to the floor… …I had my answer right there. ====================================================== I'm glad you're all enjoying the story so far Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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Chapter 38: Rosie Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Tw: Transphobia, hate speech ------------------------------- “Rosie… you look adorable. Just saying…” Ava said, still staring in awe at me. “I’m no different though. It’s not like the hormones have done anything yet… I still look like the old me. I still look… eww. All it is is the girl's outfit.” “Shut up, cutie!” Maria snapped at me. “Have you not looked at yourself in the mirror?” “I… no… why?” Maria looked around the playroom, then crawled over to a little plastic mirror that lay with some fake makeup toys, grabbed it, then crawled back, handing me the little plastic mirror. I held it up and noticed that Ceres must have done something with my hair a bit whilst she was getting me ready. I assumed she just brushed it, but it seems she had also styled it a bit and put a little hair clip in, one with a little star shape on it. And the difference it made… “I bet she wants to get you in for a hair appointment as soon as possible…” Jess said, clearly hinting at my future without letting anyone else know her real identity as one of the founders of this place. “Really?” “Oh yes. And maybe if she’s feeling generous… Maybe she’ll do your makeup sometime. I know it’s not allowed here normally, but it can be for some occasions. At least that’s what our Nanny says,” Sophia added, smiling at me. Those two… they really were great at hiding their enjoyment of all this baby treatment, and their true roles. They can even hint at what I may be getting without alerting anyone else. They’re clearly pro’s at lying. I just hope they weren’t lying about anything they told me… Thinking about it… I was putting a lot of trust in a system that kidnapped me and regressed me. All because they had let me in on how it works. But… What if that’s not how it works? What if that is all just an act to get me to behave and submit to their ‘treatment’? I’ve been here a year… but until recently I thought I knew Jess and Sophia… turns out I don’t. Ceres seems nice… but what if she is… …No. This is just my stupid anxious brain worrying about things again. Trying to find a reason to run for the hills. Trying to find a reason to back out, because if I go too far with this transition stuff… there’s no coming back after a certain point. I may not be able to read people like ordinary people can. But I know in my gut when I can trust people. At least the important people anyway. And Jess… Sophia… especially Ceres… I know I can trust them. They genuinely care about me. And hell, say this whole thing is just a big plan to get me to submit… Ella is definitely not part of it. And I couldn’t leave her alone in here even if it did turn out to be some elaborate hoax. Plus again… what have I got to lose? I’m too scared to transition out in the real world. If I got out of here at all… what would I have to look forward to? Another bridge incident? I’d rather deal with whatever the reality of this place is than go back to that bridge after failing to get the courage to transition again. But no… I trust Ceres. “So…” Rowan spoke up after we had all chatted to each other a bit, mostly just me listening to everyone gossip about things like usual. “So?” Ava asked. “So… umm… is the girl’s side much different?” he asked me. “You know you could’ve asked any of the other girls at any point, right?” I replied. “SHE SAID OTHER GIRLS!” Maria squealed. “SHE’S OFFICIALLY ACCEPTING BEING ONE OF US!” “Maria… calm down…” said the Nanny on watch today, Diana, smiling sweetly at her. You could tell it was more of a sweet warning than a harsh one. “Sowwy…” “It’s not much different, don’t worry Rowan,” I replied to him. “It’s just more pink. With a slightly different wardrobe.” “That’s cool…” I could tell he was feeling really awkward and no longer knew what to talk about with me. “Rowan… you know I’m the same person, right?” “I… I know… just…” He was always awkward around the girls, but I honestly hadn’t expected him to start being awkward with me. “You can talk to me just as if I’m one of the guys…” “You’re not a guy though…” “You’re really sweet, but-” “He is.” The playroom went silent. “Ollie? What did you say?” Maria asked, sounding like she was about to tear my friend limb from limb for his comment. “I said… he’s a guy,” Ollie repeated. I turned to my friend, whose fist was clenched and pressed against the carpet, as he avoided looking up at anyone. “Say that again…” Maria growled. “No Maria… it’s okay… you don’t have to…” I said, trying to defuse the situation. “Noah. Shut up. For fucking once, shut up!” Ollie sighed a deep breath as he looked up at me. All I could see was hatred in his eyes. The same hatred I saw in Jack’s eyes just before… well… you know. “What the fuck, Ollie? I didn’t think you’d be-” Ava spoke up this time. “Be what? Fucking realistic? I’m not playing into this deluded guy’s fantasies. Fuck that.” “Ollie… take that back…” Ella replied, pain in her voice. “Why? All because I’m not playing along with some sick pervert’s wishes? I bet he’s going to get off tonight wearing gir-” “Ollie…” was all that was said before a dummy was thrust into his mouth, and he quickly found he was unable to take it out. I looked up to see Diana there, arms crossed, looking very intimidating right now as she looked disappointingly at my old nursery-mate. “FCK YOO!” he yelled. “Right. I think you need some timeout. And maybe a spanking…” Diana grabbed Ollie’s wrist and lifted him up into the air, throwing him over her shoulder as if he was a large pillow, and carried him out as he kicked and screamed. “What the f… frick was that?” Maria said, making sure not to actually curse so she didn’t earn a spanking like Ollie was getting. Everyone looked a little shaken after Ollie’s outburst. But no one was shaking as much as I was right now. Ollie… My best friend in here… I had stupidly assumed he’d just be okay with me figuring myself out like that. But… “Rosie? Are you okay?” Ella asked, softly, scooching over next to me and wrapping her arm around me. That’s what caused the dam to burst. Everyone had surrounded me as soon as I burst into tears, comforting me and offering my words of support. Telling me Ollie just needs to get used to the change, telling me that he’ll come around, that he’s probably just a bit weirded out. But then it was Ellie… who said what I think everyone was thinking. “What if he doesn’t? What if he just doesn’t like trans people? What if he’s just a massive transphobe?” “Then I don’t want him hanging out with us anymore…” Maria replied, putting her foot down. “Give him a chance…” I said, in between the sobbing. “Why, hun? If he’s going to be a hateful bigot to you, why do you want him to stick around?” “Because… he’s my… he’s my friend…” “He was your friend, sweetie. But he’s shown what kind of friend he really is. Look, we’ll give him one more chance, just for you, but if he talks to you like that again, I’m telling him to ‘f’ off.” “Maybe it’s because he had a crush on Noah, and maybe doesn’t have one on Rosie?” one of the girls commented, though I’m not sure which one said it, my eyes were blurry from the tears. That’s when Jess and Sophia came crawling over. “Hun… you should talk to Ceres about this,” Jess said. That felt more like an order than a suggestion, so I nodded along and waited as Jess called out for a Nanny. And this whole time… the boys on the other side of the room just giggled. “What happened?” Ceres asked, as she placed me on her lap. We had returned to our nursery and she had sat down in the little rocking chair she’d always sit in, making sure to get comfy. “You… you know what happened. You were watching the feed, no?” I replied. “I was, but I’d like to hear it from you, sweetie.” “Ollie… he…” “What did he do?” “He said… mean things…” “I caught the end of the events that were going on. I didn’t realise until Diana was carrying him off that something had happened. So please, Rosie… What did he say to you?” “He… doesn’t like me anymore. He… doesn’t like trans people. Or maybe it’s just me being trans. I don’t know.” I felt her embrace tighten a little as she took a deep breath. Clearly she had a lot of emotion to let out, but didn’t want to show it in front of me. “What exactly did he say? I assume Jess and Sophia heard it all?” “They did.” “Good. Then Oliver is going to regret what’s coming to him…” “NO! Please… don’t… just… leave him…” “Why? I thought he upset you?” “He said I’m not a girl… that I’m just a p… p… perv…” Tears kept streaming down my face. It was one thing having the other boys say things about me. I can shrug off their comments and looks a bit. Still gets to me, I mean of course it does. Who wouldn’t get upset and depressed when they’re being dehumanised and belittled? But Oliver… he was my best friend. I… I thought he… “Sweetie, you’re not a pervert. You’re also not a boy. You’re a wonderful little baby girl and I love you for who you are…” “I… huh?” “I mean…” Ceres quickly became flustered. “I mean to say I love who you are, sweetie. You’re the sweetest, most kind little baby. You’ve been through so much and yet you still manage to find the real you and let her shine. You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for, and I love that about you…” ‘Nice save…’ I giggled internally. “T… thanks… buh… I don’t want Ollie to get into trouble…” “That’s his problem, not yours, sweetpea.” “What will happen to him?” “Probably just some alone time after a good spanking.” “Nothing more? Because I don’t want him to hate me any more than he already does… and I don’t want you brainwashing him into accepting me…” “You’re too nice, sweetie. He brought this on himself. To think the boy I thought I knew for a year turned out to be just as hateful as that little prick, Jack…” “Language…” I replied, imitating my Nanny to the best of my ability. “Or what? Are you going to spank me and make me go to bed early?” she teased. “Wha if I did?” I grinned. “Cute thought, but if you ever become more dominant… that’ll be the day Hell freezes over…” “D… dominant?” I replied, my eyes wide open. “You’re the most submissive little angel ever. It’s adorable really. Please don’t ever change. I like you all subby…” “I… umm… I don’t know what to say…” “Don’t mind me. You just be you, okay baby? That's why you’re here. If you end up changing a bit… That's okay too, as long as you’re still you. Don’t let me pressure you. You’re not here to be ‘fixed’ like the others, you’re here to heal.” “I… okay…” Ceres was about to say something when there was a knock at the door and she went silent. “One second, babygirl…” “Oh hey Vesta. Oh shoot… I completely forgot after what happened. Yeah. Yeah. I know, right? Well don’t worry, she’s doing okay. No, I think she’d most likely still want to do it. Want to come in and get it all set up?” I couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but I assumed from what I could hear from Ceres’ side that Vesta was asking about Ella’s birthday thing. Which after the whole thing with Ollie… I had completely forgotten about. “Rosie, sweetheart? Do you still feel up to doing the birthday party thing for Ella?” Ceres asked me. “Yes! Please! I’m fine!” I lied. I’m not fine. But I’m not ruining this surprise for Ella. She’s been my biggest ally next to Ceres, and the bestest friend I could ask for in here… now that Ollie has shown his true colours. I wanted this to be special. And I’m not letting Oliver ruin that. “You sure?” “Uh huh!” I was fine. If I kept telling myself that. Sure, one of my biggest fears I had about transitioning came true… all in the span of a week… but I was fine if I kept up this facade. “Then come on in, Vesta. I’ll take Rosie back to the playroom so Ella doesn’t get suspicious.” As Vesta walked in, she said something to me in sign so that Ceres couldn’t listen in. “You doing okay hun? Like… really okay?” I nodded and smiled back at her. “I will be. Just… please don’t let me ruin this surprise for her,” I signed back. “If you’re sure. But if it gets too much, you know we’d all understand, okay sweetheart?” “What are you two talking about? Hope it’s not about me…” Ceres said, finally breaking the silence created by our signed conversation. “Rosie was just telling me how much of a good Nanny you are and how much she loooooooves you!” Vesta teased. “HEY! I DIDN’T! Though… you are an amazing Nanny…” I blurted out. “But you don’t love me?” Ceres replied, pulling the most over the top fake upset face she could muster. “I never said dat…” “Don’t worry, Ceres. Just making sure she’s okay,” Vesta replied. “Right, you two get out. I’ve got a few decorations to put up and a cake to get out of the kitchen…” “You even got her a cake?” “It’s only a small one, given that it’s not actually her birthday and it’s only going to be the four of us… but yes. I wouldn’t let my best friend go without a cake for her birthday party!” I know I was worrying about Ollie and everything he said to me… but it seemed like a lot of the worry and fear I had was being allayed by the upcoming celebration. Because I was not going to let that asshole ruin this for me. Because… I really want to make Ella smile… ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). The next four chapters of my new story posted on my Subscribestar! ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 37: Assembly Elysium – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- I waited there nervously, sat in my stroller, the only one of us who had their own single occupancy one. Everyone else was in a pair… though there was also a triple seated one with Jack, Frankie and Harry sat in it, with Jack sort of raised up in the middle just behind the other two. It looked very awkward to push, so I wondered how their Nanny managed it. And when they saw me on their own… honestly… I couldn’t decide whether to feel afraid or smug as fuck when their jaws dropped, upon seeing me in skirtalls and wearing a pink onesie. Surely one of the Nannies must have told them? I know I didn’t come out to most of the boys, only Rowan really… but surely the Nannies must have had to tell them in advance… right? We had all been wheeled into the playroom, then parked up in a neat little formation of strollers, all facing towards the door. Which meant when I came in last… everyone got a good look at me. Now… all the girls were squealing behind their dummies and clapping happily upon seeing me like this, because even though I came out to them, none of them had yet seen me dressed up like the other girls. Even Rowan was smiling at me from behind his dummy as I passed his stroller. The boys though… They were confused. Some were anyway, clearly they understood what had happened. There weren’t any hateful comments, but there were some really awkward glances in my direction as I was wheeled past them all, towards the back rows where all the girls were. Jack, Frankie and Harry looked… lifeless? As if they had had their brains melted. You could see the shock on their face but it was like the cogs had just stopped turning for them. I just hope that the promises Judy and Sarah made were kept, that the boys wouldn’t just have their personalities erased. I guess this is a stepping stone towards fixing their behaviour… right? Ollie though… he was actively avoiding eye contact with me. He just kept looking at the floor. And so as Ceres parked me up and told me to be a good girl, that she’ll get the ‘things’ sorted (code for the surprise birthday party later for Ella), I couldn’t find it in me to focus on her talking to me… all I could think was… Did… did he hate me now? The Headmistress came walking in a minute later, standing by the door, her arms crossed, her neatly pressed business suit giving her that ‘Boss that would make your life a living hell’ look. And instantly the room went deathly silent. “Good afternoon, boys and girls.” Nothing. No response. “I said Good afternoon, boys and girls…” “...Morning Headmistress…” everyone replied, like good little drones. “Now, as you’ll no doubt be aware, there have been some… incidents. And in this institute we will NOT allow such violent or disgusting behaviour. And the board and myself have decided there are some things that still need fixing in regards to the boys.” The girls sighed. They knew they weren’t in the wrong, but at least they knew it wasn’t just because of the boys that we were being demoted back to first years for a few months. And they didn’t hold it against me. Seems like only those I came out to were told the second reason for our demotion, because when the Headmistress continued, she was met with a cacophony of groans and whining from the boys. All except Rowan and Ollie anyway. And the mind-melted trio. “No, third years won’t be affected,” she reassured them, causing their groans to stop instantly. “Only the second years will be demoted. And only for a few months at that. You will continue to the second year around spring next year, and be allowed to relearn how to walk again, like originally planned. Provided you behave…” Thankfully, the only people who were against this were currently a bit occupied with drooling, so there weren’t any arguments. I mean it didn’t even affect the third year boys, though apparently they had been given a stern talking to to not fall back into their ways and say anything potentially transphobic. ‘If you’ve got nothing good to say, better to say nothing at all’ I think Ceres quoted the other Nannies. “So… There will be restrictions on toys and games. Third years are in charge of being responsible whilst the second years are being treated like infants once again. If you do a good enough job, maybe you’ll earn some merits.” “Merits?” One of our girls asked. “Oh yes, you may not have heard about them,” the Headmistress replied, seemingly not pissed off with being interrupted… which was a bit out of character for her. “They are a system in the third year to help you accept your place and become someone better. The better you behave, the more you excel with the treatment, the more you improve as a person… the more benefits you get down here. And the more you have at the end of the year… the more benefits you can have when you leave Elysium.” “Really?” “You’ll be told more in the third year, but if you’re interested now, I would recommend asking the current third years all about it. Right… are there any questions?” “Why is that guy wearing a girl’s uniform?” one of the third year boys said, causing the others to giggle. It was at that moment that the feeling of wanting to crawl into a hole and die came rushing back. “Why? Do you want to wear something similar?” the Headmistress replied, raising her eyebrow at the boy with the question. “What? No!” he whined. “Rosie is now in her proper place. And unless you want to also go back to being a first year… I suggest you learn some proper manners. Because remember… if you don’t graduate… you aren’t getting out of here.” That seemed to really shock the boys, as they stopped mumbling and giggling between each other instantly and went deathly silent. “Right, if that is all, I’ll leave you to your playtime. Rosie? I’d like to speak to you before I go…” “I… umm… okay?” I replied, nervously. Without saying another word, without asking for Ceres’ help, the Headmistress walked over to my stroller, grabbed the handles, and wheeled me out of the playroom, all whilst everyone looked at me, including Ollie this time… “Ooooooh… Rosie is in trouble…” one of the girls teased from behind. As we exited the playroom I saw all the Nannies huddled around, waiting for their signal to go in and let them all out of the strollers so they could play. Ceres was there too, who walked up to the Headmistress and went to grab the stroller when the Headmistress coughed. “Is something the matter? Did she misbehave?” Ceres asked, confused. “No, I just want to speak to little Rosie in private.” “If you don’t mind… I’d like to join you.” It was clear Ceres didn’t quite trust this woman, so she followed us as we strolled into the art room… and closed the door. “What’s up? Did I do something?” I asked, nervously. It was at that point that the Headmistress walked around the stroller and knelt in front of me, staring me in the eyes. “I’m sorry, sweetpea…” I looked at her, then at Ceres… and it appeared even Ceres was speechless at this point. The Headmistress’ voice was so… soft… it was so much different to her usual self. Her whole demeanour was. “Huh? For what?” I asked. “For last year. I know we barely interacted, but I never got to actually apologise for how I tried to act at the start of your first year.” “Oh… it’s okay! Seriously, it was so long ago and it wasn’t a big deal…” “Yes but they told me you’re in on everything now. Board… me… Elysium… everything. And believe me, I hate playing the role… but I’m also the only one who looks like a stuck up bitch in this suit. I’m the only one with a stern enough voice to play the villain, who they can trust anyway. So when I was told you were let in on my role… I wanted to apologize to you. I hope I didn’t cause you any unnecessary upset. I… I’m still not very good at being a bitch, and I feel I took it too far. Most people here are here because they’re not very nice people or they’re destined to get into trouble and we try to save them from themselves. But you… I was only told of your reason for being here after I pushed you so hard last year. And then it turns out you were a girl all along… I felt like a complete ass!” “It’s fine, seriously. Thank you for your apology though, I really appreciate it.” “Well can I say… you look absolutely precious in your new outfit!” she squealed, smiling at me. “You… you’re definitely not like the person you act as…” “I told you she’s usually a little sweetheart… when she’s not playing the ‘Headmistress’,” Ceres spoke up finally. “Rachel, seriously, you’ve got a little cutie on your hands… Oops! I mean… Ceres…” the Headmistress flustered. “Chloe, it’s fine. She knows already. And now she knows your name too… crap. I let you know way too much in here, Rosie. I’m not even sure if the treatment will even work on you at this point…” “I don’t think she needs the usual treatment anyway…” Chloe replied. “She just needs lots of love, reassurance, the proper upbringing as the girl she is… and lots of support. As well as the safety of Elysium to transition.” “You speak as if you know something about trans people…” Ceres replied. “My best friend came out a year ago. She’s the sweetest girl. I tried to be the best supporter for her, so she told me a lot of what she needed.” “Well now I know I can always come to you for advice…” Ceres laughed. “Or you could just ask the source… she’s sitting right there… and in need of a change, it seems…” Chloe/The Headmistress said, joining in the laughter. I blushed and quickly avoided eye contact with the woman. “Maybe when you graduate next year, I could introduce you to my friend? It’d be good for you to know more people like you, and she’s the sweetest girl,” Chloe asked me. “I… umm… sure?” “Right, I better let you both go. I’m sure everyone will want to swarm to Rosie now that she’s back. It was nice meeting you properly, sweetie.” “Likewise…” I replied, smiling up at the woman I had only ever seen as a bitch before today. I know what they said about her, that she was just putting on an act, but I struggled to believe it unless I saw it. And they weren’t lying… she just exuded sweetness. Ceres wheeled me back to the main playroom, where I heard a bunch of giggling and the usual playtime sounds that I’ve come to get used to over the past month or so. “Right sweetie, I’ve got Vesta decorating your nursery a little bit. I’m sorry it won’t be much, but it’s difficult to get permission for the birthday stuff for a private party, especially weeks after the event. This was very last minute. But… I did get what you asked me to get her for your present,” she said, slowing down as we neared the door. “Thanks. Seriously, thank you. She wasted her birthday with me and I didn’t even realise it was her birthday. So I wanna make this special. Just the four of us. Oh… umm…” “What is it, babygirl?” That never got old. Something about that name just made me melt. “What do I say?” “About the party?” “No… about why the Headmistress wanted to talk to me?” “Something like… she wanted to talk about your transition or something? I don’t know… Surgery? It’s the only thing that I think is a straightforward answer that won’t have them asking anymore questions about it. Speaking of which… how are you feeling after being on hormones for a day?” I wanted to tell her I was over the moon, that I felt better than ever, that I felt like my boobs were growing and I was already becoming the woman I was. But it’s been 24 hours. Of course nothing has changed yet. I feel… I feel something, that’s for sure. And I’m not sure if it’s sort of like a placebo effect or if it’s genuinely making me feel like… well… me…. But I think something is definitely happening. I’m being realistic though. I know it’s going to take a while for the effects to happen. This is just the start. But it's a good start. ====================================================== Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! Subscribers get 2 weeks early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). 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