Phenomenal Princess

Everything was difficult.

It was nothing Leticia hadn't seen before but it was still one of the more awkward parts of her job,

The girl looked down at the hem of her dark green satin dress,

The nerveous response she got from Levi made Leticia laugh, she thought it was cute that he stumbled over his words.

The 'Major' as she was often referred to as,

Levi was met by a young woman who introduced herself as Leticia. She was tanned and had a south American accident but what was most striking was the fact that she was younger than Levi. She must have been about 18 but she exuded confidence and energy.

At first her vision swam but gradually things came into focus. Immediately in front of her was an open doorway and beyond the that a tall mirror. Reflected in the mirror was a girl sitting limply in a chair like a doll. She had medical equipment and monitors plugged into her.

The gift arrived on Thursday. It arrived in an envelope which was set apart from the usual bills or junkmail because it was marked with a British Royal Mail postmark and couple of novality hello kitty stamps with the Queen of England's

"okay." Jael responded, encouraged by Kana's advice and secretly pleased to learn her friend had had a similar experience. With her clean uniform in hand, Jael scurried across the corridor to the bathroom to change. She also used the opportunity to finally relieve her bowel and clean herself up. She felt alot better when she finally returned to where Kana was waiting. "Thank you soo much."

Jael sat in misery, trying to wait as Kana had asked her to but thinking anxiously about the growing discomfort of her bladder and the more urgent need to relieve her bowel.

After the adult who had briefly visited concluded their inspection Jael became aware the class appeared to be waiting for something. Waiting didn't bode well for Jael because she still needed to use the toilet. If she went now would she be in trouble if she returned having been absent as

Juku was a word which seemed to keep coming up, Jael reminded herself of Japanese priorities and considered the fact Jay wanted her to go aswell.

Jael knelt down and cleaned the cermaic surface of the toilet she had been tasked with, it was fairly clean anyway but she felt statisfaction in making the white enamel gleam. she also quickly wiped the ironmongery of the stall she was in because that seemed hygenic and sensible. There was a little graffiti she was unable to read

"hmmm" Isobel frowned and considered Becca's request not to see a doctor. The truth of it was Isobel was enjoying having Becca as a little girl, she was keen on the idea of letting it be prolonged but she was also concerned there might be side effects, which is why she wanted to have the reassurance of knowing little Becca was in good health. "We don't have to go to the doctor's right away." Isobel compromised.

I thought the onsie was adorable. As it was snapped shut st my crotch it tugged the cottony padding of my fresh clean nappy close to my mound, it made it very appart to me that I was diapered, as if the pink of the locked plastic pants poking out from the leg bsnds or the bulge beneath the fabric itself wasn't obvious enough. As I half clung half straddled the amazons hip as I was carried to the next room, Bethany's massive stride rocked me against her. I was so little conpared to her. The nursery was everything i'd fantasied about, expect for the caged crib top. It frankly intimidated me. I stared at it with apprehension and then I realeased Bethany was waiting for me to give a reaction. "I really like it Mommy." I told her. It was truthful but another part of my mind was looking for escape plans. I guessed the locking top of the crib would mean I couldn't try the same thing I had done in the playpen earlier.

Isobel stooped to collect the pajama pants from the floor and diposited them

"er, not really" Jael answered with some embrassment. She hadn't been able to go properly on the Japanese squat toilet. Jael had some previous exprience with one, traditional Turkish toilets were similar but out of fashion. She was accustomed to using a sit down toilet, even if that consisted of little more than hole in a bench above a stinking latrine pit. With the squating toilet she had found it hard to keep her balance long enough to concentrate on actually using the toilet. What she needed was someone to hold her steady like a toilet training toddler, at least until she gained more strength her quad muscles but she wasn't going to ask Kana for embrassing help such as that. Even if she was now feeling uncomfortable from holding it. Next problem, clothing. Jael stepped back and her eyes became wide as Kana started undressing herself but it quickly became evident that she had been wearing her PE clothes all this time. Jael rushed over to her cubby hole to check if Jay had packed a PE kit for her. With a sigh of relief she found it and took the clothes away to the toilets with her so that she could change privately, she made a mental note to keep her PE uniform on as underclothes afterwards. She returned to the classroom to put her main uniform away as Kana had suggested. Feeling self conscious about the short bloomers of the PE uniform Jael was keen to distract herself with work. She retuned to Kana's side, awaiting instruction. "I'm ready. How would you like me to help?"

Isobel sympathised, there was not a long on the racks for 8 year old girls which wasn't Disney related or some other cutsie thing. Even the plainest clothes were in 'young girl' styles. Jeans had flowers or butterflies stiched onto them, shirts had sparkles or sequins, skirts where flouncy and dresses where a A shaped with nothing resembling the scalloped neck of Isobel's own dress which showed a modest amount of cleavage. Becca had picked out clothes as she had been asked to and although there were alot of things

'longer than when?' I wondered to myself. Long enough for me to suffer at least one involuntary bowel movenent, I guessed. Getting dressed again didn't involve much dressing at all, I was still almost naked aside from the huge nappy taped securely around my waist. I couldn't get over how secretly thrilled I was to be wearing actual baby nappies but I was also supprised by their bulk. I also suspected they would swell substantially upon wetting. The locking plastic pants were a supprise but also a cause for frustration. I had imagined at some point I might get some much needed alone time but being stuck in locked plastic pants meant there was way to get my hands inside my nappy. It also meant that if I did involuntaryly mess myself or choose to obediently wet myself, then there was no way for me to even attempt changing myself or getting the dirty nappy off.

"okay pet." Isobel answered agreeably and knelt down and cupped Becca's chin with her fingers coaxing the girl to look straight at her "...but, I want you behave like a real eight year old while we're in public okay? So as not alarm anybody. Also, your much littler now so you have to listen to me for your own safety. For example a car might not see you if you try to cross a road before you are supposed to."

I winced as I was sat on my messy bum, I could feel it all over my cheeks now but I didn't dare to move. At least the clean up was actually fairly quick but I guess that's the advantage of have disposable wet wipes that are as big as hand towels. Oh course it did nothing to spare me the embrassment of it all. "Take away my bowel control!" I yelped, both horrified and really turned on. Mostly horrified because the hollow plug looked bigger than any plug i'd ever used before I was worried it was going to hurt. Apprihensively I rolled onto my stomach and gasped again as the plug was inserted. I could tell it was in properly because I felt a sort of 'pop' which guessed must have been the end of in pushing beyond the walls of sphincter. My muscles felt very stretched but obviously as I instinctively clenched nothing happened. Now, if I needed to poop there waa nothing to hold it,

Jael wondered if after the war Syria would also have a Prime Minister to protect it, naively unaware it actually already did have one. Jael listened as Kana told her they would be cleaning the bathroom. She didn't grumble about it, she was actually happy to be given the responsibility. She felt it was a sensible thing for people here age to be doing and frankly she knew she was going to find it easier than sitting through Japanese classes.

'Shi dree ah?' Jael frowed her brow, that didn't sound right to her but it was evidently making everyone else happy as there were dawnings of understanding and smiles, so Jael just shook her head and smiled along too. "Shi dree ah" she repeated with a nod. "It's full name is al-Jumhuriyah al-Arabiyah as-Suriyah." she told them. She knew it meant nothing to them and she didn't expect Kana to interpret any of it but it felt nice to her to speak a little of her mother tongue. "It's Ruled by President Bashar al-Assad. He's a very bad man, he's not supposed to be president anymore, so the people rose up against him. Al-Jaysh as-Suri!" Jael exclaimed triumphantly, as she raised a fist into the air in salute and invoked the Free Syrian Army rebels. Then she realized she getting stared at and suddenly felt very shy and very silly. "sorry." she said bashfully with good grace, incase she had inadvertently offended someone. "um, who is President of Japan?" Jael wondered if all presidents were dictators?

Isobel had expected that reaction, she also hadn't imagined Becca would simply and conviently realise her panties were thick, a little crinkling and had elsatic leak guards. Regardless of these facts, Isobel was making do. She needed Becca to just put up with it for a while, no matter how humimitating she thought it was. "No Becca, I don't have anything else, these were the first thing I could think of. Sorry."

I had messed around (haha pun) with suppositories before but never an enema. Also, the capacity