Royal Frills

Reborn in Pampers

I told Miss Eva that Blake and I were not on good terms. I did not want to tell her how he was trying to get me in trouble all the time. I am not a snitch. Miss Eva told me that she noticed that Blake was going through a hard time. He was negative and complained more. I was reminded that it's my duty as a sissy to like everyone, no matter how bad or good they were. I had to be polite and nice around Blake, and in this way give him the support that he needed. I wanted to tell Miss Eva that I was not a sissy yet, and I can't be expected to like everyone, but then I decided to keep my mouth shut.

The adults here thought it was a good idea that I shared a room with Niki. So all my girl clothes and colouring books and paints were moved to his room. It did not mean that I would get a normal bed. It was also like a girl's nursery. There were still cribs. Niki was overjoyed that we would be roommates. He was also worried in a way because he warned me that he liked things to be very tidy. I was not a tidy person so I could see that this could be a problem. Niki smiled and said let's worry about problems when they happen. Until then we should have fun. According to Niki, that's why we were alive, to smile and have fun.

The media were busy asking when I would make a public appearance. I was sure that they were not worried about me doing royal duties, they just wanted to see me in a dress and write how much of a sissy I am becoming. The media wanted to humiliate me so they could sell more and make more money. Dad came to my rescue when the media asked him when they would see me. He explained that I was only 10 years old and that I needed my privacy. This was always Dad's belief. He thinks that no one was asked to be a member of the royal family, so Royal Children should have privacy and not be under scrutiny all the time. This suited me fine.

At least Niki no longer was obsessed that I was a prince. He did mention that I was not like how the media said I was. Niki thought that I was a nice and sweet person. I don't remember when anyone ever called me nice. I asked Niki if he ever got mad. I was thinking of his parents. They did not want to be with Niki. Was this because they were too busy with their jobs or did they simply not like his personality? Niki shrugged his shoulders and said they were adults. Adults do things that no one can understand. Niki's philosophy was to let adults do what they want. As children, our job is to make the best out of every situation, no matter how hard it is.

Niki influenced me by his optimism and his spirit. I decided that I would show this place that I was ready for the final step. I asked Miss Eva if she could help me coordinate the clothes I wore. I wanted to know what was good and what was not good. What colours go with each other or which colours conflict with each other? Are there any bad patterns? How do I pick what clothes are best for each occasion? Miss Eva smiled when I asked this and told me it was not time for me to be so dependent yet. In other words, she thought that I should continue to be treated like a small child.

A few days after this, she bought some diapers and girl toddler clothes into my bedroom, I was told in simple terms that the next stage of my treatment would take place. I would now be wearing diapers and being treated like a toddler. Tears started to flood out of my eyes. I shouted that I was not a baby and they could not force me to be one. They could spank me all day long and I would not change my mind. Miss Eva sighed and said that my outburst proved that I needed this part of the treatment. She put me in this playpen and told me that I could stay there until I changed my mind. It was like being put in a jail.

I stayed in the playpen for a few days and planned to stay there for the rest of my life. I quickly got bored. Niki tried to cheer me up by telling me that it was not so bad. It was only part of the petticoat treatment. It could be short term and I could be back to panties again. I told him that he could accept being a baby, but I will not. Niki laughed and said that the adults could think that he was a baby. It wasn't a big deal for him when everyone else here was treated the same. He just considered that he had a portable bathroom. In the end, I gave in under protest. I now was a diapered boy. I tried looking at the bright side. At least I was only expected to wet them and not soil them.