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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #21 on: November 22, 2020, 06:48:46 PM »
Sandra B, that is a wonderful idea, and this definitely won't be the last that Pete will be seeing of Roxy in the near future. Without spoiling anything, I was originally going to finish this story at the end of the trip to the zoo, but after reading you and Sissy Little Girl's replies regarding wanting to see Roxy babysit little Buttercup, I can't help but agree. The idea of watching a beautiful, confident goth girl tease and humiliate a poor little sissy like him is honestly too good to pass up. Might even be worth it's own dedicated story in the future.

Anyway, here is the next part:

 As Roxy slowly walked away into the distance, Jenna began to notice that my entire demeanor had changed. My entire body was beginning to shake in anxiety at what had just transpired, and without thinking, I began to unbuckle myself from the seat of the stroller. Jenna tapped me on the shoulder as I was in the middle of getting up and scowled.
 
 "Where the heck do you think you're going, missy?", she asked me in a stern tone.
 
 "I dunno, Jenna. I just can't do this anymore. Everybody at school is going to know about this. Nobody is ever going to look at me the same again. I have to get out of here, NOW! I have to...", suddenly my voice trailed off in the middle of my response. Where exactly was I going? It was a very good question, and one that I wish I had an answer to. I had no means of leaving on my own, and dressed as I was it would be equally embarrassing to try and get help. I had no money, my cell phone and learners permit were back at my house, and to top it all off I still appeared young enough to require supervision. Essentially, I was trapped. I lowered my butt back onto the seat of the stroller and rested my head in my hands. Utterly defeated, I tried one last time to weakly plead with my cousins to bring me home and let things go back to normal. "You've had your fun and humiliated me, and I've learned my lesson. Can we please just...go home? I don't want to be here anymore."
 
 Much to my surprise, both Jenna and Beth leaned down to give me a hug out of sympathy. Once they broke free from the hug, Jenna reached under my arms and effortlessly lifted me out of the stroller, placing me on her knee where she began to gently bounce me up and down. Although I appreciated the effect that warm human contact had on easing my anxieties, it was negated by the fact that I was now in an even more embarrassing position than I had been before. Any point I could possibly make about my supposed adulthood could be refuted by just how natural I looked perched on Jenna's knee. Beth then reached into the bag and inserted my pacifier back into my mouth. The sight of me dressed like I was suc-king on my pacifier was enough to make both of them smile at me and coo. Jenna began to cuddle into me as she rubbed my diaper and began telling me exactly how things were going to be.
 
 "I can tell you're scared, Buttercup, and that's fine. Me and Beth both knew this would be a difficult step for you, and honestly you're doing much better with it than we thought you would. You make a very good little girl, and even if you don't see it that way, everyone else does. The fact of the matter is, sissypants, that this was never going to be a choice for you to begin with. Getting you to this point was the plan from the beginning, and the fact that you've gone along with everything until now tells me exactly how you really feel deep down. You can deny it all you want, but we both know the truth. There's a reason you've never done sports and spent basically the entirety of your childhood as me and Beth's own person dress-up doll. You're a sissy, always have been. You just needed us to help you realize it and make the next step."
 
 "Yeah", giggled Beth, "and we figured if you're already a sissy, then turning you into a little pants-wetting diaper-butt wouldn't be much of a stretch either."
 
 "Exactly sis", Jenna agreed, "and before you start ranting and raving about how you're not really a sissy and we should treat you like a 'real man', whatever that means, I want you to think about something. What else do you have outside of this? One or two acquaintances at school? A pretend sense of dignity? It's not like girls are going to suddenly start throwing themselves at you because you manned up and told your cousins that you don't want to dress up like a little girl anymore. I'm sorry Peter, but when you think about it, me and Beth are the closest thing to real friends that you have, and we prefer you like this. So, I'm going to give you an ultimatum. You can either keep that pacifier in your mouth and keep being our good little baby princess, or we can call Aunt Tess to bring you home and get that diaper off of you. If you choose the latter though, and I'm sorry to say this, but you can consider us as good as gone from your life. After all, it's Buttercup that we like, not Peter. Peter is an obnoxious, overcompensating, embarrassment of a male who thinks no one can see through his paper thin facade of fake masculinity. Buttercup is a sweet, adorable, obedient little girl that makes us incredibly happy and puts a smile on everyone’s face. The choice is yours, sissy. Choose wisely."
 
 I stammered and looked down at my pink skirt and diapered bottom straddling Jenna's knee as everything started to sink in. Every word she said was true, all of it, especially the part about Jenna and Beth being my only real friends. Sure, I had some other guys that I talked to at school, but none of them were particularly close. As humiliating as these last couple of months had been, I felt significantly less lonely than I had before Jenna and Beth came back into my life. Yet at the same time, the things they had done to me were beyond excusable. Making me publicly wear and use diapers, forcing me to dress up in their old tutus and strut around their living room to the tune of children's nursery rhymes, wearing pool floaties and a yellow polka-dot bikini as I sat in an inflatable kiddie pool, mindlessly playing with pool toys while they sun tanned topless in the yard next to me...it was all too much, and that was just the tip of the iceberg! If I let them have their way and continue treating me like this, who knows where I might end up in the future. Before I could remove my pacifier and formulate a proper answer, however, I suddenly felt Beth's hand reach across and grab my own.
 
 "Oh and just one more thing", Beth warned sternly as she kept a firm grip on my arm, "Remember that the other kids in your class aren't the only ones who could find out about your little sissy escapades. I'm sure your mother wouldn't be too delighted to receive a video of her 16 year old son in pink pull-ups singing Let It Go from a high chair, kicking his little legs with glee as his older cousin ties his hair into adorable pig-tails. Don't think we wouldn't show her either."
 
 "Or even worse, she might be absolutely delighted to see something like that!" Jenna joked, eliciting a string of laughter from both of them.
 
 I, however, was not laughing one bit. No matter which decision I made, life as I knew it would pretty much be over either way. With teary eyes and a wavering voice, I finally felt Beth remove my hand from her grip and I removed my pacifier to make the hardest decision of my life. "Fine, I'll be your stupid baby", I finally sobbed in defeat, "Just don't tell my mom about any of this. Please."
 
 Jenna smiled and began to envelop me with her arms into a big, motherly hug. She moved her face closer to my ear as I began breaking down in tears on her lap and she began whispering to me in a tender, loving voice. "Good girl. You made the right call, Buttercup", she whispered as she slowly rocked my body back and forth in her arms. As much as I hate to admit it, it did help calm me down a little. "No need for tears, darling baby princess. I promise your aunties are going to take the very best care of you. Just be a good little sissy and I promise everything is going to work out just fine. You need this, even if you don't know it yet. We love you, Buttercup, and we only want what's best for our little girl."
 
 "And besides", Beth added, "Maybe if you stop sulking and feeling bad for yourself, you'll end up having some fun with it. It can be fun being a little girl too, you know. Especially for a needy-pants like you that loves the attention."
 
 It was a good attempt at getting me to cheer up, but it didn't work. I continued to cry in Jenna's arms, totally oblivious to the fact that I was beginning to create a scene. Heads began to turn towards the picnic table with the crying sissy and his two beautiful cousins. Jenna was beginning to take notice. "Buttercup? Baby? I know this is all hard for you to take in, but could you do me a favor and try to cheer up, like, even just a little? People are beginning to stare at us, and nobody likes a crying baby."
 
 Although I was not cheered up at all, I knew from the second I lifted my head to look around that Jenna was right. Scores of concerned strangers were staring at me and secretly murmuring to their neighbors, obviously intrigued by the peculiar sight in front of them. With all of my limited emotional strength, I held back my tears and tried to keep my feelings in check. I was supremely embarrassed by the public outburst that I felt I had been forced into, and decided right that second that I needed to get as far away from the dining area as possible. I gave myself a second to cool down as I leaned into Jenna's warm, maternal hug for comfort and support. I can't say my feelings for either of my cousins were particularly warm at the moment, but when I felt Jenna's arms around me it did feel as though her display of affection came from a place of legitimate love. I swallowed my pride and bunched my fists as I began trying to find the will to speak. "A...Auntie Jenna...Auntie Beth...I learned my lesson and I'm sorry I tried to run away. Can we please go somewhere else now?"
 
 Beth's face lit up with a large, infectious smile when she heard me refer to her as "Auntie". Judging by the way Jenna once again began to excitedly bounce my soft, diapered butt up and down against her knee at that very same moment, I'm guessing she was pretty happy about it too. I felt Jenna lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek before picking me up and plopping me back down into my infantile pink stroller. "Of course we can, honeybunch", she said with an aura of cheer as she re-inserted my pacifier back into my mouth and began buckling me up. "I'm glad you understand how things are going to be from now on. Let's just try to forget about this little episode and have a nice, fun day at the zoo, okay?" I nodded my head and stared down at the concrete below as the intrigued eyes of passing faces followed my stroller off into the distance. Onward we went, with my cousins pushing my stroller until the dining area finally disappeared from sight.
 
 "Boy, for somebody who insists they're not a baby, you sure do cry a lot", Beth said with a giggle as we eventually stopped to look at a large posted map of the zoo. There was only an hour or two left until the Princess in the Park event was due to start, and truth be told we had seen most of the zoo that was worth checking out by that point. I had very little desire to see Princess Brittney, but I also knew that I had almost no choice in the matter. I sighed and slumped down into my stroller, wondering how I could sink any lower than this.
 
 Jenna noticed my depressive state and patted me on the head. "We're very sorry Buttercup, I know today has been hard on you. You've been very good today and I just want to thank you for not giving us any more trouble than you have. Maybe a nice little treat from the gift shop would help cheer you up?"
 
 Something almost resembling a smile appeared on my face as soon as I heard her say "gift shop". As childish as it sounds, I still enjoyed collecting the various stuffed animals and nick-knacks available whenever I went on a public outing like this, and my room at home was decorated with various souvenirs from when my mother had taken me to places such as this very zoo or various different amusement parks. I nodded my head and beamed with newfound excitement.
 
 "OPHAY AMPHIE JMNNA!", I tried to blurt out excitedly, forgetting that I still had a pacifier in my mouth. With my face going red with embarrassment, I removed my pacifier and corrected myself in a much softer, sheepish voice. "I mean, yes please Auntie Jenna. I would like that very much."
 
 Jenna smiled down at me and began pushing the stroller in the general direction of the gift shop towards the front gate. For the moment I was distracted, but I knew that it would not last long. In only a matter of time I would be meeting Princess Brittney, and based on what Roxy had said about helping set up earlier, I knew that in all likelihood I would be in familiar company. I hoped to god that the next hour or so would last forever so that I wouldn't have to confront my fate, but unfortunately for me, it seemed like I was on a collision course for complete and total emasculation, with no slow down in sight.


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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #22 on: November 22, 2020, 10:01:12 PM »
CuddleBunns, You did it again.  Little Buttercup had his/her meltdown and now she will be heading to the gift shop and then to see Princess Brittany.  I don't know what is ahead for Buttercup.


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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #23 on: November 25, 2020, 08:44:04 PM »
 It was not long before I found myself staring down a row of smiling stuffed animals on a brightly lit shelf inside of the gift shop. Jessica and Beth stood behind me, tapping their feet impatiently while I took an eternity to make a decision. There were just so many options to choose from. Lions, tigers, bears, even a friendly platypus. They seemed to have everything an animal lover could ever want. I could tell that my indecision must have been grating on my cousins, because the sound of their sighs were loud enough that one could probably hear them from across the room. In my defense, this was about how long it usually took them to decide how to dress me for the day whenever I came over to their house.
 
 "Hur-ry up already!", Beth whined in a voice that sounded about as juvenile as the way I was dressed, "by the time you make a decision the zoo will be closed!"
 
 "Just give me one second, I'm almost done choosing!", I responded in kind with an equally whiny tone.
 
 While I continued to try and decide which furry friend I would bring home, Jenna grew increasingly tired of waiting and soon began browsing the rest of the store out of boredom. She eventually discovered a rack of colorful butterfly wings for little girls, causing her face to light up with absolute glee. She picked up a purple pair off of the rack and held it out at an arm’s length, looking back and forth at me and the wings repeatedly, as if she was trying to decide whether they would be a good fit for my current outfit or not. In her infinite fashion wisdom she must have decided they were, because she soon came running back to me and Beth faster than I've ever seen her run before in my life.
 
 "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD! LOOK AT THESE! THEY'RE PERFECT!" Jenna practically yelled as she came to a sudden, ungraceful halt next to me and Beth. She held the wings out in front of her for both of us to see, and although Beth seemed relatively impressed, I did not like what I saw one bit. The wings were every bit as feminine and frilly as you would expect them to be, and to make matters worse, they were a complete match with the color of my adorable purple top, pretty much ensuring that I would be wearing them later whether I wanted to or not. I sat there frowning in my stroller as Beth grabbed the embarrassing article from Jenna's hands and began studying them with a large, open mouthed grin.
 
 "Where did you find these? They're incredible! I'm kicking myself for not thinking of something like this before today!", Beth said as she looked over the pair of frilly wings in bewilderment.
 
 "I found them on the rack over there. When I saw a pair in this color, I knew it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. We'll be bringing home the prettiest princess award later for sure!", Jenna responded.
 
 I stared at my cousins with a deadpan expression and then looked back over at the wings. There was a bright pink label attached to them that read "MY BEAUTIFUL BUTTERFLY! CHILDREN'S WING SET", sprawled out in a flowery font across from a picture of a small smiling girl with curly blonde hair, who looked to be about four to eight years old. The girl on the label was wearing a dress much frillier than mine, and seemed to be absolutely delighted that she could add such a playful and elegant garment to her ensemble. Knowing the particular tastes of my traveling companions, I wondered how long I had until the stereotypical girlie-girl on the package would be me instead.
 
 It didn't take very long afterwards for Jenna to take notice of my sour expression. There was no need to spell anything out for her, she already knew exactly what was on my mind. "Oh, cheer up and pick a stuffed animal already", she told me with a patronizing pat on my shoulder, "You'll be thanking me when you see how pretty you look later."
 
 I cursed my cousins under my breath as I did what Jenna told me and finally decided on which stuffed animal I would be taking home. Before long I was being pushed through the exit of the gift shop with my new best friend in hand; A happy and lovable elephant named Max. Jenna made sure to get lots of pictures of me cuddling up to my new best pal while I held him close and didn't let go. He was an excellent security blanket for me, as holding onto him helped take my focus away from the scores of people who were inevitably staring at me at any moment.
 
 Soon enough however, I heard the sound of an alarm going off on Jenna's phone and felt her immediately perk up from behind my stroller. She frantically reached for her phone before looking at it with a wide, devious smile. "Do you know what that sound means puddle-butt?", she asked me rhetorically. I was halfway through taking my pacifier out to respond before she cut me off and answered. "It means the Princess in the Park event starts in just thirty minutes. C'mon Beth, let's go get Buttercup ready."
 
 "Ready?", I said in surprise as I felt Beth already start to turn the stroller around and head in another direction, "What do you mean ready? I thought I was already ready! Wasn't that the whole point of dressing me like this and giving me this embarrassing princess getup?"
 
 Beth giggled. "Yeah, but we need to add a few finishing touches to make you look REALLY pretty. We do want to take home the coveted 'Prettiest Princess in Training' trophy after all."
 
 "Trophy!?", I spat out in complete shock. "You're not going to make me go up in front of people are you?"
 
 I could not see either of my cousins at this point since they were both standing behind me, but even from the seat of my stroller I could physically feel the sensation of Jenna rolling her eyes at me. "Of course we are, sissy. Why else would we bring you here? Just to meet Princess Brittney? We could have thrown you a party and done that at home, silly goose."
 
 I was simply aghast. It was hard enough just being around other people in public dressed like this, but to be put on a stage? Paraded around like some sort of freakish spectacle and humiliated for the enjoyment of countless other people? It was a thought that completely terrified me. I buried my head into my stuffed elephant and mentally berated myself for letting things go this far.
 
 The spectre of my upcoming humiliation would continue to hang like a cloud over my head for the next few minutes while Jenna and Beth pushed me to the nearest public restroom. Once inside, they swiftly helped me up out of my stroller and brought me over to the nearest mirror, where I saw Jenna open up a side compartment on my diaper bag and pull out a small makeup kit. The two girls quickly got to work on making me the prettiest little sissy I could possibly be, and by the end of my makeover they had applied a smooth layer of foundation to even out my appearance, as well as an appropriate amount of blush and subtle light pink lip gloss to make me look slightly more bubbly and feminine. I then saw Jenna pull out a white pair of rubber panities which were covered in small, bright pink hearts. Somehow the sight of the  rubber panties being pulled up my legs made me feel even more babyish than I already did, something I did not think possible. The two then spent some extra time evening everything out and making sure I looked presentable before adding one last finishing touch; The large, fairy-like pair of butterfly wings they had bought for me from the gift shop. The wings truly were the piece that tied the whole outfit together, transforming me from a run of the mill caricature of a demure two year old girl into a magical real life human doll to be gawked at by dozens of unknown strangers.
 
 After the ordeal of getting me ready, it was then time to head down to the amphitheater to get in line for the event. To my suprise, instead of forcing me to get back into the stroller, Jenna instead began to undo the snaps and fold it up. Carrying the stroller and diaper bag with one arm, she then extended her other arm and offered me her hand. "Sorry princess, but you're going to have to walk. Those adorable wings aren't going to fit in the stroller", she said with a chuckle.
 
 With a sigh I took her hand and began to walk towards the restroom's exit, soon feeling Beth grab my other hand and give me a friendly, knowing gaze. The thick diapers caused my body to wobble ever so slightly while I walked, a sensation that I found incredibly embarrassing, and the knowledge that people would soon see me being led hand in hand by my cousins throughout the zoo somehow made me feel even more little than the act of riding in a stroller.
 
 Once we were out of the women's restroom, it was not long before we were making a b-line straight for the event. Both Jenna and Beth seemed to savor every second of the journey there, waving my arms playfully and even lifting me up off the ground at one point like I really was a small toddler girl. Things were not as easy on my end, since I was not use to walking around in such thick diapers, and on more than once my cousins had to catch me from falling after I went off balance. By the time we arrived and took our place in line, the two of them were practically forcing me to skip.
 
 The line for the event was not very long, but it was long enough to cause me anxiety. Somehow against all odds, I found myself wishing that I still had access to my pacifier, but my cousins had stashed it away since it could potentially ruin my lip gloss. Looking up ahead to the front of the line, I saw a familiar face holding a clip board and ushering parents and little girls through the gate into the amphitheater. It was difficult to tell who it was underneath her large, frilly pink gown and luscious blonde wig, but the multiple piercings scattered across her face were unmistakable; It was Roxy.
 
 It would only be a few more agonizing moments before we finally made our way to the front of the line and came face to face with the former girl of my dreams. Roxy quickly noticed our presence from a distance, and gave me a sly, shit eating grin as she saw my cousins lead me toward her hand in hand. "Well well well, look who finally made it", Roxy said with a curtsy, "If it isn't the fairest maiden in all the land, not to mention her two exquisite chaperones! Are you guys here for the show, or are you entering into the competition?"
 
 "It's nice to see you again Roxy!", Jenna responded in a friendly tone, "Our little Buttercup here is going to compete in the prettiest princess competition. Any room on the list?"
 
 "Of course there is!", said Roxy, "Before I write her name down though, I have to ask; Your little potty-pants isn't going to make any stinkies on stage is she? We don't have any policies against poopy diapers here, but that certainly wouldn't be lady-like"
 
 Jenna and Beth both giggled at Roxy's remark, although I was slightly less impressed. "Well I would certainly hope not, but I can't make any promises!", Jenna responded with amusement, "If she does, we'll handle it. That's why we brought so many diapers after all!"
 
 My stomach sank to the floor as soon as I heard what she said. Poop my diapers? Surely she could not be serious. There would be nothing more humiliating than the act of having to mess my diaper like an actual baby. Peeing was one thing, but messing? I would never be able to show my face to anyone again after doing something as degrading as that.
 
 Roxy chuckled as she saw the color drain from my face. "Awww, I don't think she likes that idea very much. Don't worry baby girl, I've seen plenty of little fairy princesses just like you get dragged offstage to have their smelly diapers changed. We separate the contestants by age group, so you probably won't be the only one anyway. No need to be embarrassed."
 
 I then felt Beth squeeze the back of my diaper, causing me to slightly jump in place. "Nope, nothing yet!", Beth joked, "Does that mean we get extra points?"
 
 "No", replied Roxy as she finally began to fill out my name on the clipboard, "But she certainly has my vote!"
 
 A few more humiliating pleasantries were discussed before we were finally ushered inside the gate and told to go group up with the other contestants in the one to four age range and await further instructions. Roxy wished us farewell as my cousins began dragging me forward towards what I would soon find out would be one of the most humiliating experiences of my life.

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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #24 on: November 25, 2020, 09:39:36 PM »
CuddleBunns, this is getting way too good.  Poor Buttercup has been made up, put into butterfly wings and has been told that she could mess herself while on stage.  She has also been placed in the 1 to 4 year old group.  What more can we ask for?  I can't wait for the next chapter the and see what happens with the Prettiest Princess contest.

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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #25 on: November 26, 2020, 09:45:46 PM »
 It didn't take long to find the other contestants in the 1-4 age range and group up with them. For one thing, almost all of them were either sitting in strollers or being held by their parents, and secondly, they were standing far away from the other groups of contestants. This was because the annual competitions at the Princess in the Park event were generally split into two categories. The first was your standard Prettiest Princess competition. In this category, girls between the ages of 5 and 10 usually competed to see who was the most elegant and princess-like in a series of beauty contests and silly games to test their "princess skills". This was all mostly done for fun, with the contest rarely getting too heated and the prize being nothing more than your bog-standard plastic trophy of a fake golden tiara. The second category of the competition was referred to as the Prettiest Princess in Training category, and it was the one I was to be competing in. It was mostly similar to the first category in both it's theming and structure, the main differences being that the contestants were usually toddler aged and were allowed to have a parent or chaperone on stage with them. The contests and games were also generally toned down and made much more age appropriate for a group of contestants that may not even be able to comprehend instructions yet. After the two competitions, the girls and their families would have a chance to meet with the titular Princess Brittney and engage in various activities including crafts, face painting, and story time. For it's target audience, it was a day of fun and good cheer to remember and cherish for the rest of their lives.
 
 For me however, it was going to be torture.
 
 The first thing I noticed as Jenna and Beth dragged me over to this rag-tag group of not-yet princesses were the multitude of upset stares being shot in my direction before we even joined them. Not from the little girls of course, they were completely oblivious, but from their sneering parents. As we drew in closer one concerned mother walked up to us with her hands on her hips and madly began to confront us. "Um, what is this?", the tall middle aged woman said as she came to a stop in front of us, blocking our path. "Surely you can't be serious right now. This is highly inappropriate, and it has to be against some sort of rules!"
 
 Jenna, completely unfazed by this woman's harsh tone of voice, handed the stroller and diaper bag to Beth before leaning close to the angry woman and whispering something in her ear. I could not tell what she was saying since she was holding a hand up to block me from reading her lips, but I could tell that whatever it was, it was convincing. The lady's face became much more relaxed and pacified the more that Jenna whispered.
 
 "Hmm...Yes...Oh no...I'm so sorry about that...that's terrible...well of course", the woman said to Jenna as I leaned in and tried to figure out what the heck they were talking about. "I understand completely. Well, if your little Buttercup feels the need to do this that badly then I don't see any harm. I'm sorry I was so harsh and judgmental."
 
 "That's alright, I understand why you might have been", Jenna said out loud, finally breaking from her whisper, "Thank you so much for understanding our special circ-umstances. I'm glad we could discuss this like rational adults. I hope your little one does well!"
 
 The woman thanked her before returning to the group and telling them all exactly what Jenna had said. By the time I arrived with each of my cousins in hand, all of the adults were looking down at me smiling, and cooing sympathetically. "Awww there's the little sweet pea. Mrs. Jenkins told us all about Buttercup's special problems and we want you to know that we're proud of you two. What you're doing is so, so brave", one woman said to my cousins as she placed her hand on Jenna's shoulder in a sign of solidarity. I don't know how powerful Jenna's story must have been to convince an entire group of adults that it was perfectly fine for me to be paraded in front of them dressed like a fairy princess in diapers, but I was almost certain that I did not want to find out.
 
 We spent the next twenty minutes or so hanging out with the group while we waited for our resident "Princess Guide" to arrive and give us further instruction. I spent most of this time sitting on Beth's knee on one of the chairs that had been provided while Jenna merilly bounced from person to person, no doubt talking to them about me and my sissified state. When our guide finally did arrive, she ushered us into a roped off section of the stands where we were to wait some more and prepare ourselves for the main event. Our guide's name was Emma, and she was a short and bubbly girl probably aged 14-18, dressed in a purple sleeping-beauty esque dress with short blonde hair and a very positive attitude.
 
 While we were waiting for the event to start, parents fussed over their noisy toddlers all around me as I sat in the stands and tried not to draw too much attention. Emma was now going row by row with a clipboard and double checking the names of every contestant, and was only about two rows away when Jenna leaned over and tapped me on the shoulder.
 
 "Hey, if I were you I wouldn't talk very much for the rest of the day. I'm not going to tell you the kinds of things I've been telling people here, because it would probably just upset you, but for the time being it might be wise to keep things to babbling or one word responses", she said to me in a low, hush-hush kind of voice.
 
 A cold shiver inched down my spine. Babbling? What could she have possibly told them that would result in me needing to pretend to be nearly non-verbal? Beads of sweat began to permeate from my scalp as Emma finally approached our spot in the stands.
 
 "Hello there", Emma greeted us in a friendly and innocent tone, "I can already tell that you must be Buttercup! I'm so glad to finally meet you!" She wrote something down on the clipboard, then looked up straight at Jenna and Beth. "And you must be her wonderful cousins Jenna and Beth. Roxy was telling me all about her encounter with you guys earlier. The picture she took with Buttercup was soooo adorable!  You've very lucky to have such a special little sissy to take care of. Just so you know, you guys are going on seventh, right after Carla and her mother Ms. Laurence. Good luck! I can't wait to see her on stage."
 
 My cousins thanked Emma as she continued her rounds and eventually made her way back to the ground level in front of the stage. By now there were multiple members of the sound and stage crew setting up equipment and props for the event, and I could tell that it would not be long before things got started. A few more minutes passed before a string of pink, purple, and blue lights turned on, and a lady in a similarly themed dress to Roxy and Emma walked out on stage to announce the beginning of the show. By now the other groups of older contestants as well as many attendees who were not participating in the show had arrived, and the stands were filled up to near capacity. As soon as the lady on stage began to talk, the stands full of people became as silent as an audience full of children could possibly be, and everyone listened intently to what she had to say.
 
 The lady introduced herself as Court-Maiden Elaine, and thanked everyone for coming before discussing the itinerary for the evening. Admittedly, I did not hear much of what she had to say because she was slightly soft-spoken and I was in a section full of whiny toddlers, but I do remember afterward being alerted by the sound of clapping as I saw none other than Princess Brittney walk up onto the stage. Taking a moment to stop and curtsey, as well as bow to the audience, the little girls in the stands went wild as Brittney took her place at the microphone and began to adress everybody.
 
 "Greetings fellow princesses and members of the royal court! My name is Princess Brittney and I am the host of tonight's extravagant gala here at the incredible Sea-Otter amphitheater, located inside of the wild and wonderful Upstate Park Zoo! Tonight will surely be a celebration for the ages as we gather so many beautiful princesses and princess in training together in one place to celebrate their wonderful regal excellence!"
 
 High pitched hollars and cheers could be heard all around me as a sea of hyperactive girls jumped up and down upon hearing their favorite royal idol speak. Princess Brittney seemed to look slightly different than I had remembered, and in addition seemed to have picked up an English accent since the last time I had seen her a decade ago, as opposed to the not very noteworthy midwestern accent I remembered her having. At this moment I began to speculate that this was actually a different person entirely, and that the whole Princess Brittney persona was just a cheap way to market birthday party entertainment to little girls. I don't know why, but there truly was a part of me deep down that felt slightly betrayed by that development.
 
 Brittney continued. "We will begin our celebration tonight with a contest to determine who is the fairest maiden of all. Of course, I myself am of the opinion that all princesses are beautiful, no matter what shape, size, or color they may be. It's inner beauty that truly defines a princess, and I truly do believe that everyone has the capacity to be beautiful and compassionate deep down! However, there can only be one fairest maiden in the land. The princess of the highest order. The one who can display the most elegance, thoughtfulness, and knowledge of how to treat her subjects well and shine brightly above the rest. Tonight, princesses from far and wide will partake in a series of contests to determine who will reign princess supreme! Looking out into the stands tonight, I can already tell that it will be a very tough competition. I can't wait to see what each and every one of you beautiful young ladies bring to the table, and I look forward to watching you show us all how beautiful you are in your own special way."
 
 Once again the audience fell into an uproar. Children called out to Princess Brittney as if she was going to answer their calls, and parents worked tirelessly to calm their kids down enough for the show to continue. Eventually Princess Brittney held a finger up to silence the crowd, and for the most part they all complied.
 
 "Before we begin however, there is another contest that we must all bear witness to. This particular contest is very, very special to me. It regards those who are not yet princesses in their own right, but may very well someday become just as elegant and charming as the multitude of mature, sophisticated young royals I see out there in the audience before me. I am, of course, talking about the annual Prettiest Princess in Training competition! Soon you will all meet the next generation of pretty young princesses and decide who is the most elegant and princess-like among them. I hope you all enjoy what I consider to be the most adorable part of our show tonight...and please, no flash photography! Without further ado, please put your hands together for the princesses in training as they begin to make their way on stage and introduce themselves to you!"
 
 An eruption of applause from all around me began to deafen my ears as Emma walked over to our area and began to motion our group onto the stage. Jenna grabbed my hand and began to drag me after the rest of our group, while Beth remained in the stands to keep watch of our stuff. The supposed rule of no flash photography seemed to go out the window immediately for the parents and relatives who'd been left behind, many of whom were frantically whipping out their cameras and phones to take pictures of their little ones making their way on stage. Walking the considerably short distance from the stands to the stage became a nightmare as soon as I realized that there were many more people here than I had initially thought. Although I could hear no distinct conversations from the audience, the amount of disparate chuckles and gasps I could hear amongst the roar of the applause made me feel as though a great deal of attention was now being paid to my presence. My legs quickly became wobbly from sheer nervousness, and Jenna shot me dirty looks as she used her disproportionate strength to keep me upright and moving.
 
 Once on stage, me and the other princesses-to-be, plus their chaperones, were neatly lined up together facing the audience. Starting from the beginning of the line, Court-Maiden Elaine appeared from backstage with a microphone and began asking the contestants to introduce themselves one by one (Or, if they were too young, asking their chaperones to introduce them instead). As she slowly made her way towards Jenna and I, I couldn't help but stare out into the sea of people and feel incredibly scared and anxious. Although there were many other contestants on stage, most eyes seemed to be fixed on me as though they knew something fishy was going on. To make matters even worse, as I looked around the crowd I soon noticed there were three separate figures on the top row of the stands with large cameras labed "WHKB Action 13 News", all of which were aimed directly at me. My body began to feel incredibly hot with sheer terror as I froze up and began to disassociate with myself physically. "Oh no. No no no no", I thought, "This can't be happening. They're going to put me on the news! Everyone I know is going to see me like this!" This overwhelming barrage of nervousness would end up getting the better of me, and it wasn't long before I snapped back to reality and noticed that my diaper was now completely warm and drenched! I couldn't believe it! I was actually so terrified that I soaked my diaper without even realising it, and now I was standing on stage in front of what felt like hundreds of people and possibly the entire local television market.
 
 I was snapped back to reality when Jenna gave me a quick nudge from behind and motioned her head to the left. There I saw Elaine holding a microphone up to the contestant one spot ahead of me, a quiet and shy little girl with curly ringlets named Susie. I did not catch what Elaine initially asked her, but it did not seem to matter. Instead of answering her, the shy girl instead hid behind her mother's leg, eliciting a series of awwws from the audience. Elaine simply laughed and told her mother that it was okay. She was used to princesses being shy.
 
 Finally the moment of truth had arrived. Elaine took her place before us and readied the mic. "Hello there sweetie", She said as she lowered the mic down to my face and put one arm around my shoulder, "and who might you be?"
 
 I once again found myself frozen in place, unable to find the courage to answer such a basic question. Instead, I just hopelessly stammered in front of the beautiful hostess in front of me. "I...I...bu...uhhh...."
 
 She lifted the mic up to Jenna, who happily grabbed onto it and answered for me. "This is my little Princess Buttercup! I'm sorry she couldn't answer, but she's not very good at the whole speaking thing."
 
 Elaine chuckled and looked down at my nervous, shaky body. "And just how old is this pretty little girl?", she asked Jenna inquisitively, "She seems awfully big to not be talking yet."
 
 "Well, her actual age is 16, but she has the mental age of about two years old. She's always wanted nothing more than to be a pretty princess like her favorite idol, Princess Brittney. She gets so lonely sometimes, sitting alone at home with her mommy all day. You know, not being able to go to school and all...", Jenna responded with a sudden serious tone, playing to the crowd for fake sympathy. The crowd bought into it hook, line, and sinker, and began to mutter amongst themselves about the poor unfortunate soul standing on stage before them. I suddenly felt Jenna reach down and hoist me up into her arms, as if to signal to the audience that despite my age I really was just a big simpering baby, and they should have no problem viewing me as such. She began rocking me back and forth as she continued. "I wanted to give her something special today that she could remember for the rest of her life, although I'm not sure if she even has such capabilities. She's such a special little girl, and she means the world to me. I hope you all agree and can help make her special day the happiest one of her life."
 
 The crowd started cheering as Elaine leaned in and gave Jenna a hug, letting her know how brave and thoughtful she was to do something so nice for such a helpless, unfortunate person such as myself. By the time she had moved on to introducing the next princess and Jenna had let me down, I was barely even able to stand on my own. My legs were growing too weak from the humiliation of what just happened. Jenna looked down at me and smiled, patting my head. "I know what you just did in your diapeys, little girl", she whispered as I trembled before the entire audience. The humiliation had truly just begun.

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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #26 on: November 27, 2020, 10:53:06 PM »
CuddleBunns, This princess in the park thing is starting to get real good.  Buttercup has now been introduced as her real age and has been pegged as having the mentality of a 2 year old.

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Re: Princess Buttercup's Trip to the Zoo
« Reply #27 on: November 28, 2020, 01:55:40 PM »
Hmmm a mentality of 2 years old seems way too mature.  Buttercup is definitely a just the day before her first birthday perpetually look at her meaningless babble and standing still while helplessly using his diaper without realizing it :) If he was a 2 year old he'd be screaming No! loudly before running off to try hide and mess his diaper someplace hidden.  Buttercup doesb't try to move away with his held keeping him standing  upright because he clearly would be crawling to move away and walking is clearly scary.  The 2 year old mental assessment is clearly expecting Buttercup to do a bunch of stuff she isn't ready for clealry :) Heck she's spent most of the day getting pushed around in a stroller happily like a content infant instead of wanting to get out to interact with animals and get closer to see things up close and pet them them not at all.  *nods* :)  When her mom inevitably sees this I hope she realizes this and gets her actual infantile behavior appropriate play-sets and toys for her new daughter :) Buttercup could get hurt if she starts putting 2 year old toys into her mouth to explore them and swallows them. *nodsnods* :)

 

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