*Elizabeth's P.O.V*
Standing there getting measured was sooo boring. Like worse than a meeting with mama boring! I mean all I did was stand there for forever while the lady took all kinds of measurements! Every time I thought we were close to done too, she would just put me in a different kind of outfit and start all over again! It was totally torture!
Especially when she practically forbid me from talking by constantly shushing me every time I said something! It was totally unfair! It's not my fault she couldn't concentrate on her work while I was talking! She should have gotten an assistant or something to help her if she struggles so much to keep me entertained! I am the queen after all and should never be bored!
Though, she doesn't know that and I'm not about to tell her. Especially after she got so frustrated with my constant interruptions that she paused to actually get me another pacifier and practically forced me to accept it! It did help kind of though. It at least gave me something to do as it is kind of fun to twirl around in my mouth but it's very embarrassing when you try too much and it falls out and someone else grabs it for you and puts it back in your mouth with a smile and pinches your blushing cheek while telling you how cute you are. Though that definitely didn't happen to me and I have no idea why anyone would ever think that is not just something that could happen!
It was kind of entertaining to see her adjust all the different outfits until they fit just right though. I mean, she used all kinds of tools and some in the weirdest way! Like how did pinching the back of my dress collar bring it closer to my tummy!? How did she even know to do that!?
And the corset! I have no idea how she went about adjusting that but she did somehow! She made it fit perfectly with tiny adjustments and it actually didn't feel terrible to wear! I still prefer not to wear one at all but mommy said only babies get to go without one so if I wanted to be mommy's big girl, I had to wear one and I am a big girl! That's why it's so nice to have one that actually feels halfway decent now! Well going to have one... hopefully... mommy wouldn't do all this and not buy me one though so I will have one!
Speaking of mommy, after getting dressed and the lady taking forever to finalize my dress measurements and adjustments, I'm finally set free to stop mommy from buying me anything too embarrassing! Or better yet, nothing embarrassing at all!
That's why I do my very best to sneak up on mommy again, who after all this time is still in the diaper section and right as I'm at the best distance to do so, she turns and scoops me right up, causing me to jump and lose my paci!
Mommy gives it right back to me though, before going back to her shopping without any comments. To make matters worse, when I try to say anything to break the silence and get her to stop shopping over here, she puts a finger on my paci until I close my mouth and silently start using it again every time!
Eventually, after the fourth package that looks suspiciously like something for me, I decide I'm not listening to mommy this time so she can't stop me! When she doesn't try to stop me and just repositions me so I'm sitting more comfortably on her hip though, my words get stuck in my throat out of fright.
"So you like these then?" Mommy asks, making me even more nervous and unable to answer as I keep opening and closing my mouth.
"You know, I already explained to you why I am over here. Yet for some reason, you keep insisting these are for you. Does mommy need to take you in the back and see if she still remembers how to do a diaper change? Is that what you have been hoping for?" Mommy asks, making me frantically shake my head no as I burn from the thought of mommy actually doing that!
I even try to hide from the embarrassment but mommy has me too high up on her hip for me to hide properly! It's like she repositioned me knowing I would try to hide and now couldn't! It's totally unfair and I try to get down to leave to show her how unfair she is being but mommy won't let me. I continue trying though, until a hard but non painful slap to my bottom stops me.
"I'm getting very tired of these warning slaps, child. The next time won't be a warning, as you clearly need to be reminded why you learned to be so respectful and well mannered!" Mommy informs me, making me gulp as I don't need to be reminded at all! When she sees I have no desire to comment further on any of the things she has said though, she continues her lecture without a care.
"I don't know why you are even worried about these anyway. They don't fit you, child. This isn't your section. Your section is over there." Mommy says, pointing to what clearly are diapers meant for adults. Blushing, she continues before I can even attempt to say anything.
"I may call you baby or child out of endearment or frustration but you aren't actually either, Beth. Sure, you might, might... fit in the biggest pullups because they are made for older children. These diapers though, no way. You may have a tiny waist, Beth, but you don't have a 2 year olds waist." Mommy points out, making me pout and feel defensive before I realize it's about diapers and quickly stop.
"So... do you like these? I'm not exactly a young mother anymore, Beth, so I only wanted your opinion since you are here and only a few years younger than the people that will potentially buy these for their children. That's it... that's all I wanted... your opinion. So can you give me it now?" Mommy asks with a slightly more pleasant but still frustrated tone. When I slowly nod my head yes, she bounces me back up onto her hip, as I started to slip from all my squirming and her removing her hand to spank me.
"Good! Then what do you think of this one? Or do you like this one better? What about this one? I was thinking this one was cute but it also feels a bit much now that I look at it further... Oh, look! They even have your brand from when you were a baby! They even make the same design! Oh, and a couple new ones by the looks of it too! You would have looked so cute in these little tiara ones!" Mommy says, leaving me too overwhelmed to even speak! When she sees that, she just rolls her eyes at me and forces me to accept my paci back, which I'm secretly very thankful for right now.
Patting my bottom, mommy starts humming a tune while she goes back to shopping that sounds familiar but I can't place it until she starts singing words very lightly and softly, then I remember it! It's my old lullaby! She's singing my old lullaby!
When mommy forces my head down onto her shoulder and helps me to get comfortable, I try to resist but the strong hand she keeps on the back of my neck and head keeps me firmly down as mommy continues singing.
I just know what she is up to because she has tried this trick many times before! In fact, every time she wanted me to nap and I refused, she would do this to me! She would hold me close in her arms while she swayed slowly, while patting my padded bottom in beat to this stupid song! I refuse to nap though! That yawn means nothing! Or that one!
"I... don't... need one. I'm... barely tired! I'm just... closing my eyes... for a... couple seconds and that's it. No nap! No... nap..." I tell myself.
"Whatever you say, baby. Whatever you say." I swear I hear mommy say with a chuckle before my eyes get too heavy to stay open and I fall asleep.
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Queen's Adviser
FantasyElizabeth has been ruling her kingdom for 3 years now. She's gone through countless advisors in those 3 years. When she's finally ready to give up on finding herself one, she meets Zelene.
