Chapter 1: Just another day
You are sitting toward the back of your Mathematics class feeling bored.

Mr Kent is droning on about something. You aren't sure what it is. You stopped paying attention ages ago.

"Want to go shopping after school?" Janet whispers to you from the next seat.

"Sure." You answer. "If we don't die of boredom first."

"Miss Petersen." Mr Kent calls your name. "Are you paying attention?"

"Yes." You lie.

"Then what did I just explain about right triangles?" He quizzes you.

"Susan Petersen." Your voice is called over the PA system. "Please report to the principal's office."

"Gotta go." You tell Mr Kent. Can't keep the principal waiting.

He motions toward the door, indicating that you are free to go.

Chapter 2: Leave the school
Whatever Mr Thompson, the principal, wants to see you for can't be good.

It's last period so you won't be missed. You simply walk out the back of the school and across the oval to freedom.

You send a text message to Janet letting her know that you'll meet her at the shopping centre nearby.

You are waiting for Janet when your mobile rings. You check the screen. It's your mother.

Chapter 3: Ignore the phone
The school must have called your mother when you didn't show up at the office.

There's a lecture waiting for you when you next speak with your mother. You want to postpone that as long as possible

Janet finally shows up. "What did you do?"

"Huh?" You ask.

"The school went crazy after you left." She says. "The police were there, asking us if we knew where you were."

"Did you tell them?" You ask.

"Nope." She says. "But why are they looking for you?"

"I don't know." You say.

Chapter 4: Stay at the shops
"Let's stay here." you decide.

"If they catch me with you am I going to be charged with harbouring a fugitive?" She asks.

"Don't be such a baby." You say, pulling her into a fashion store.

About half an hour later, in another store, Janet spots a police officer. "Shit. Get down."

"What?" You ask but it's too late.

The officer looks directly at you, then at a sheet of paper in his hand, then back at you. He talks into a radio.

Chapter 5: Run away
"Split up." you tell Janet.

"What do you mean?" she asks. "They're after you, not me."

She runs anyway. You take off in the opposite direction. The officer, ignoring Janet, tries to catch you but you get free.

You run into a department store and hide behind a display. You see a few officers go past, talking into their radios and looking around the store. When you are sure that they are gone, you come out of hiding and head to the exit.

Leaving the store, you walk into a group of photographers and a TV crew. Flashes start going off all over the place and questions are shouted at you, none of which you hear.

In seconds you are surrounded by police officers. They seem less concerned with arresting you than warding off the photographers. However, they do take you out of the shopping centre and place you in the back of a police car.

"What's going on?" you demand. "I haven't done anything?"

"We aren't arresting you Princess." The officer in the passenger seat turns you you. "Our orders are to take you home."

"Why?" You ask.

"The queen will explain." The driver tells you.

"What the hell are you talking about?" You say. "Queen, Princess, you're completely nuts."

You soon arrive at home. There are more police officers, photographers and TV crews on your front lawn. Strangest of all is a limousine.

The officers hold the crowd back as you make your way to the front door.

"Susan!" Your mother demands. "Where have you been?"

"I just went shopping." you say. "What is going on?"

"Come into the living room." she holds her anger back, apparently whatever is waiting in the living room is more important than her desire to shout at you. You don't know if that's a good or bad thing.

"There you are Susan." a well-dressed woman stands to greet you. "You have had us all very worried."

"Who are you?" you ask.

"I am Queen Charlotte of Calonia." She introduces herself.

"No, really." You ask your mother. "Who is this crazy woman."

Your mother cringes at your insult to the guest. "She really is the Queen of Calonia."

"I've never even heard of it." You say. "Where is it?"

"It is a very small country in Europe." the Queen explains. "We don't get noticed much by the rest of the world."

"And you flew here to see me?" you ask. "Why?"

"After me, you are the next in line for the throne." she says simply.

"If I was a princess I think I'd know it." You argue.

"Your father was my cousin." She explains. "As I am unable to bear children and you are my closest living relative, you will be our next queen."

You look at your mother and she just nods.

"We have a jet waiting at the airport." The queen tells you. "Pack anything you want to bring with you."

"Where's going now?" You ask, excited.

"Yes." She says. "For your own safety you can't stay here."

You quickly pack make your way back through the camera flashes to the limousine.

It is a short drive to the airport where you board a private jet.

"Wow." You say as you enter the plane. The interior looks like a luxury suite at a hotel.

"Please fasten your seat-belts." A stewardess directs you. You, and Queen Charlotte take your seats and you are soon off the ground.

After takeoff Queen Charlotte takes leads you through the plane. "This is your room." She opens the door, revealing the fanciest room you've ever seen.

"I have a room on a plane?" You exclaim. "This is so cool."

"We should get you ready." She says opening the wardrobe to reveal a number of ornate dresses. "There will be photographers when we land and I want you looking like a princess." She chooses a blue one, which she lays on the bed.

Next she opens a drawer. It takes a moment to register what you are seeing. the drawer is full of diapers and baby changing supplies like wipes and powder.

"Um." You say. "What are those for?"

"They are for you." Queen Charlotte answers. "It is tradition in Calonia that children are not potty trained until their eighteenth birthday. It reminds them that they are children and helps for strong bonds with their parents."

"That's nice for you." You say. "But I assure you I am potty trained. I won't be needing the diapers."

"It is an important tradition to our people." the queen informs you. "As the princess you can't be seen as ignoring our traditions. Especially since you were not born in Calonia."

"The people won't be able to see my underwear." You point out. "Let them believe I'm diapered."

"I'm afraid that won't work." She says. "It's difficult for the royal family to keep anything private. Such a secret would surely be leaked."

Chapter 6: Refuse to be diapered.
"I am not wearing diapers and that is final." You say with your arms crossed.

"You have no say in the matter." she says. "You will wear diapers."

"Yeah?:" you ask. "How are you going to make me?"

She answers your question by pressing a button on the wall.

Moments later a stewardess arrives. "Do you require assistance?"

"Princess Susan is refusing to cooperate." She explains. "I think I will need some help getting her into her diapers."

"Yes ma'am." She stewardess leaves you and the Queen to stare at each other in silence until she returns, with three other stewardesses.

They begin undressing you, despite your struggles, and soon have you naked.

"You can't do this to me." You shout, covering your crotch and chest with your hands.

The women ignore your complaints as they hold you still.

Queen Charlotte goes to the drawer and removes what looks like a large white towel. It becomes obvious as she starts folding it that it is, in fact, a cloth diaper. "I was going to put you in a disposable." she explains. "But this is how we deal to children who think they are too big for diapers."

The stewardesses lay you down on the bed, on top of the diaper. Queen Charlotte then generously coats your bottom and crotch with baby powder before bringing the front and sides of the diaper up tight around you. She fastens them with a pair of large safety pins and then goes back to the drawer.

She returns with a pair of light-blue plastic panties. They have a satin outer cover and rows of ruffles across the bottom.

She slides the plastic panties up your legs and over your thickly padded bottom. Once they are in place you hear a click.

"All done." She informs the stewardesses. "Thank you for your assistance."

The women release you and leave the room. You immediately start to struggle with the plastic pants, to try to remove them and the diaper.

"You wont be getting out of those panties without this." Queen Charlotte holds up a small box. "They have a magnetically activated lock which can only be removed with this."

Defeated, you allow her to put you in a matching bra and pull the dress on over your head. At least it covers the diaper. "Sit down." She directs you, retrieving a pair of shiny black flat shoes from the wardrobe. She slides your feet into them, then fastens the buckle.

"I'll send the stylist in soon to fix your hair." she informs you, leaving.

You examine your reflection in the full-length mirror. You look rather immature. The dress is a very childish design and the shoes are exactly like a little girl would wear. You guess it makes sense. The thick padding around your bottom reminds you that Calonia isn't big on growing up fast.

You try to get comfortable on the bed to watch TV but the diaper forces your legs apart. "How is a princess supposed to sit ladylike in this?" You ask yourself.

Soon the stylist comes in. She has you sit at the dressing table and begins brushing your hair.

She fusses with your hair for ages, trying different looks. It's fun but you feel the increasing need to use the toilet. Actually, you correct yourself, use your diaper. If the Queen gets her way you won't be using a toilet for the next few years.

Chapter 7: Hold on
There is no way you are going to wet yourself. You hold on.

You start to fidget in your seat.

"Stop wriggling." the stylist tells you.

"I can't help it." you explain. "I need to use the toilet."

"Don't be silly." she responds. "You're far too young to use the toilet. Go in your diaper. Queen Charlotte or one of the stewardesses can change you when I'm finished."

That's when you get an idea. You could tell Queen Charlotte that you need your diaper changed. Then when she unlocks the panties run for the toilet.

Chapter 8: Keep holding on
You could make it to the toilet but what would that achieve? You will be caught and rediapered, and given a worse punishment than your current locking panties.

You aren't ready to piss your pants yet though. So you hold on and keep fidgeting, much to the frustration of the stylist.

She finally finishes your hair in a single plait and a baby-blue bow to match your dress. "All done." she declares before leaving.

Left alone, you concentrate on not wetting yourself. You manage to hold on until the jet lands. By the time the wheels touch down the little jolt is enough to make you flood your diaper.

The padding between your legs and against your bottom grows warm and wet.

You have just finished soaking the diaper when Queen Charlotte enters your room. "Time to go."

"Um." You say, looking at your feel "I wet my diaper."

"We don't have time to change you now." She informs you. "You'll have to wait until we get to the palace."

You disembark the jet, still in your wet diapers, to more camera flashes and shouted questions.

The Queen answers a few.

"Will Princess Susan be attending school in Calonia?" one reporter asks.

"We will make a decision about that once she is settled in." Queen Charlotte answers. "She has a lot of adjusting to do."

"Why did she run away from her school and then from the police?" another shouts.

"Having lacked a traditional Calonian upbringing. she has a few behaviour issues." answers the Queen, surprisingly openly. "But I am confident that Calonian discipline will correct those."

After that you and the queen get into another limousine. You cringe as you sit on the wet terrycloth.

Until you enter the palace you believe nothing could be fancier than the jet you arrived on. The palace leaves you speechless.

Your diaper is growing cold and uncomfortable but you are forced to endure this while you meet various staff members and advisors.

Finally, the queen leads you away from the others to your room.

"What's going on?" you ask, looking around the room. There's a cot and a changing table, both painted a pastel pink. "This is a baby's room." Then you notice that the furniture is scaled up, big enough for you. "Kids here don't just wear diapers? You treat them like babies too?"

"Not all of them." She answers. "Usually being in diapers is enough to keep children in line." she explains. "It's hard to be rebellious when you need your mommy to clean your bottom but when a child really misbehaves they are treated completely like a toddler." she continues. "That means sleeping in a cot, being spoon fed by their patents even being dressed in babyish clothes."

"Aren't I already dressed in babyish clothes?" You ask.

"They may be less mature than you are accustomed to but I'm talking about onsies and footed sleepers" She opens the wardrobe to show you. "Or just maybe nothing but a t-shirt and diaper."

"Why?" is all you can manage to ask as she pulls your dress up over your head.

"This treatment reinforces their dependence on their parents and in many cases brings them closer together." she explains, removing your shoes. "Most children who rebel do it for attention." she explains. "This way you get a lot of attention."

"Up on the changing table." She orders, patting the padded plastic top.

You climb onto the table and lay down, you can argue about the room later. For now you just want to be out of this wet diaper.

She then pulls a strap across your waist, explaining "Until I know you are going to cooperate.you will be strapped down for diaper changes."

She unlocks your panties and pulls them off then removes the pins from your diaper and pulls it open. The air feels cold on your wet privates. She pulls the diaper away and drops it into a diaper pail to be washed. Taking a baby-wipe, she cleans your bottom. "Doesn't that feel better?"

You don't respond but, silently, you agree.

A clean cloth diaper is folded and slid under your bottom. Queen Charlotte applies more baby powder and pulls the front of the diaper up between your legs before pinning it on.

She searches through a drawer and pulls out a pair of pink plastic pants. Like the first pair, these have rows of lace across the bottom. She slides the panties up your legs and over your diaper. You again hear the locking sound and the queen releases you from the table.

You quickly climb down as she goes to the wardrobe, obviously to find you something babyish to wear.
Chapter 9: Wait for her to choose you something to wear
It is clear that the only way out of this is to cooperate.

Queen Charlotte soon returns with a pink t-shirt with a teddy-bear printed on the front. "Arms up." she directs you, pulling it on over your head.

The bottom of the t-shirt sits at least an inch above the waist of your plastic panties.

"Now, would you like a nap before dinner or are you going to come with mommy?"

Chapter 10: Take a nap
"I'll stay here." you decide, not wanting to roam the palace in a t-shirt and diaper.

"Okay honey." Queen Charlotte helps you into the cot and raises the side. You hear it lock into place.

She leaves you with a nightlight on.

The sides of the cot are high. You might be able to climb out but what would you do then?

Chapter 11: Try to sleep
You put your head down on the pillow and pull the blanket over yourself.

You find it difficult to get comfortable with the thick diaper. The padding between your legs doesn't let you sleep on your side so you roll onto your back with your legs apart and stare at the ceiling.

You are still awake when you feel the need to use your diaper again.

Chapter 12: Use the diaper
You don't know when you'll be let out of the cot and even if you can hold on until then you won't be let out of the diaper. You give in and release your bladder into the thick cloth.

You finally fall asleep with a soggy bottom.

When your eyes reopen Queen Charlotte is gently shaking you. "Wake up Susan." she's repeating. "It's time for dinner."

"Okay." you say waking fully.

She pats your diaper between your legs, squashing the cold wet cloth against your skin. "It looks like you need a change first."

She helps you out of the cot and pats the top of the change table. "Up you get."

Chapter 13: Get onto the changing table
You want to get out of this diaper and that means getting strapped to the change table again so you climb back up.

"Good girl." Queen Charlotte praises you, patronisingly. "If you're going to cooperate I won't have to use the locking panties anymore. I think you'll find disposeables much more comfortable."

"Does that mean I don't need to be dressed up like a toddler and sleep in a cot?" you ask hopefully.

"Not yet." she disappoints you as she unlocks the panties and pulls them down. "It is a start though. If you keep behaving you'll be out of the nursery soon." She unpins the diaper and cleans you up before dropping it in the diaper pail.

She takes a disposable diaper and slides it under you. You are soon taped into it and helped down from the table. After the thick cloth diapers this one feels almost like normal underwear.

You are helped down from the table then she takes your hand and leads you from the nursery in just your diaper and teddy bear t-shirt.

You start at your feet, avoiding the eyes of the people you pass on the way to the dining room. You think nothing could be more humiliating than this.

When you reach the dining room you discover you were wrong. Waiting for you is a giant high-chair, which Queen Charlotte leads you straight to.

Chapter 14: Refuse to sit in the high-chair
"No way." you say. "This is too much. I'm not going to sit in that while you feed me like a baby."

"Very well." the Queen replies. She turns to a maid. "Bring a bottle of formula to the princess's nursery."

"Yes Ma'am." the young woman replies as you are pulled back out of the dining room.

Chapter 15: Allow yourself to be led back to the nursery
Queen Charlotte leads you back to the nursery, puts you back into the cot and locks the side into place.

"You will be treated like a baby until you learn to cooperate." she warns you. "Accept your punishment and it will be over sooner."

You sit on the mattress glaring at her until the maid comes in with a large baby bottle.

"Thankyou." The queen says as she accepts the bottle. "That will be all."

The maid curtsies and leaves.

"You're giving me milk for dinner?" you ask as Queen Charlotte passes the bottle through the bars.

"No, not milk." she explains. "It's like baby formula, although the nutrients are more suitable for someone your age. It has everything you need. You could live quite healthily on nothing but formula... and you will live on it if you don't behave yourself."

With that she leaves the room, leaving the nightlight on.

Chapter 16: Drink the formula
You are hungry and nobody is watching so you hold the nipple to your lips and begin sucking.

The formula doesn't taste as bad as you expected and you drink the bottle quickly. When it is finished, you feel satisfied and soon fall asleep.

When you wake up the first thing you notice is the smell. You recognise it. It's a dirty diaper. Then you feel the cold mess against your bottom and correct yourself. It's YOUR dirty diaper.

You somehow messed yourself in your sleep. There must have been some sort of drug in that formula.

Chapter 17: Wait for someone to check on you.
You're not sure what the next step would be if you climbed out. Would you take off the messy diaper and risk being put back into cloth diapers and locking panties or would you wander the palace with an obviously used diaper and ask someone to change you?

Instead you stay right where you are and try to avoid spreading the mess any further across your bottom.

You wait but before someone comes in you feel your bottom becoming warmer. It takes a moment but eventually you realies that you're wetting your diaper. You didn't even know you had to pee and now your bladder is releasing all on it's own.

A few minutes later the Queen finally walks in. "Good morning Susan." She says, lowering the side of the cot. "Oh, it looks like you need a diaper change."

"You put drugs in the formula to make me lose control." you accuse.

"No honey." she says, leading you over to the changing table. "The drugs are part of the formula. They help you accept your status as a baby and the fact you need diapers. The effect wears off after a day"

"I'm not drinking that any more." you insist, climbing onto the table. The mess squishes disgustingly as you lay down again.

"You won't have to." she says, untaping your diaper. "If you cooperate."

The smell gets worse as she pulls the diaper open between your legs. She gets to work quickly cleaning your bottom.

Instead of rediapering you, she helps you down from the table and leads you into an adjoining room. "Let's give you a bath before we get you dressed for the day."

The tiled room contains a bathtub and sink. Queen Charlotte begins filling the tub and adds some bubble bath before turning to you. "Arms up." she pulls your t-shirt up over your head, leaving you completely naked. "Okay, into the tub."
Chapter 18: Get into the bath
She's already wiped your poopy bottom clean this morning. You reason that letting Queen Charlotte give you a bath is slightly less embarrassing and refusing to cooperate will only make things worse.

You climb into the tub and sit down. You close your eyes and try to pretend that this is not happening as she gently cleans your body. After the initial embarrassment you actually begin to find it relaxing and are actually disappointed when she declares. "All clean." and helps you into a standing position.

She wraps a large fluffy pink towel around you and rubs you dry before having you step out of the tub onto an equally fluffy bathmat and drying your legs.

"Good girl." she praises you, giving you a hug that you return without thinking. "Now up onto the change table so I can get you into a diaper before you have an accident."

Naked, you return to the nursery and obediently climb onto the table. The queen soon follows and retrieves a disposable diaper from under the table and slides it under your bottom. She tapes you into the diaper and helps you down before going to the wardrobe to choose you an outfit.

She returns with a short baby-blue dress with a broad white ribbon around the waist. Hanging the dress on the side of your cot she goes to a drawer and retrieves a pair of white tights. As if the dress alone wasn't childish enough.

She stretches the tights out, indicating that she wants you to step into them. You do so and she pulls them up your legs and over your diaper. Your examine your ridiculously bulging bottom as the queen gathers the dress.

"Arms up." she directs then pulls the dress down over your head and settles it into place before tying the ribbon into a large bow at your back.

Next come a pair of baby-blue shoes to match your dress and the look is finished by tying your hair into pigtails with white ribbons.

"You are adorable." she declares, happy with her work.

You are filled with conflicting feelings. The complement makes you feel warm and happy but the fact that your are being complemented on looking like a toddler makes you embarrassed and angry.

You are still trying to figure out these emotions as Queen Charlotte leads you out into the palace. "We've got a big day ahead of us Susan. Let's get you some breakfast."

The highchair is waiting for you again in the dining room.

Chapter 19: Refuse to be fed in the highchair
You still don't want to sit in the high chair and shakes your head, when you see him again.
"You will bottle feed me anyway, so why can't I be feed on the sofa, or a normal chair?"

The queen sighs and waves with her hand at the nanny. Together they lift you up and force your legs into the high chair. A minute later you sit in the baby-furniture and to make it worse - the nanny straps you down with reins.

"You HAVE to be cooperative, honey. Don't think we can't do anything, when you keep acting like this. We can still force-fed you or keep you in your crib for the whole day. Would you like that?"

You shake your head and look sad.
"I am sorry. I. I don't want to spend the day in the crib. That is boring."

The nanny laughs. "Yes, very boring and often very wet and messy."

The queen comes with the bottle and you reach for it, but she shakes her head.
"No honey, you are not allowed to hold it yourself. Let me do that."
She strokes your hair, while you suck on the bottle.

After she feed you the first bottle and you already feel full, the nanny comes with a second one.
"Two?" You ask.
"This one is special, with lots of fibre to keep your bowels entertained." She smiles.

Chapter 20: Refuse to drink it
But if i drink that one too it will make me poo and i don't want to poo, pleasse don't make me drink it
you start crying and kicking your legs , trying to turn your head away from the big second bottle,

The queen look cross at you

Chapter 21: the queen spank your bare bottom, then force f...
The nanny set the bottle down and Pulls you over her knee. Very angry she pulls your diaper down and slaps your little behind very hard - making you scream in pain.

"Stop that nanny, please." The queen orders and the nanny's hand slow down in the middle of the second slap.
"I will do that." She "mommy" says and switch places with the nanny. The other woman isn't happy and leaves you two alone.
The queen continues the spanking, but not nearly as hard as the nanny. She warms your bottom with almost fifty little slaps, making your hinny pink, but the pain is bearable.

"You have to be careful with the nurse, she can be very impulsive." The queen warns you, before she re-fastens the diaper and Holds you on her lap. This time you accept the bottle, but whimpers quietly.
"Shhh baby. It is okay to mess yourself. You will learn to life with it and you will have a very pleasant life as a princess.

You still sob, when you finish the bottle. The queen holds you in her arms and you feel very secure and loved, even when your stomach rumbles and you feel the need to poop.

Chapter 22: The queen let you down
She let you down and takes out a nice dress for you. It is beautiful, but less glamorous than the one before.

"This will do it for the evening. We will have a pleasant walk through the city, so everyone can see you and know the princess is all right." The queen smiles at you.

You step from one foot to the other while she dresses you.
"Queen. m. mommy?!" You whisper, trying to get her attention, while she smiles happily at you in your dress.

"Yes dear." She smiles, loving it that you called her mommy.

"I need to . do a number two. ." You are so embarrassed to say it, but she keeps smiling and nods.

"I know dear, that was expected after that bottle. Use your diaper when you feel like it. And now come on."

She takes you by your hand and leads you out of the castle. Four guards follow you, but they are not necessary. Where ever you look you only find friendly and happy people smiling at you and praising you and the queen.
About half way to the market place you can't hold it any longer and fill your seat will mushy poop.
The queen notices you are slowing down and give you an encouraging slap on your behind.
"No need to look so sad, the nanny will deal with that. Now smile at the people and don't think about your dirty diaper."

You blush deep red and waddle next to the queen. You almost made it back to the castle, when a woman with a girl in your age stops the queen.

"Sorry my highness, but my daughter is wondering if the princess is really in diapers. She had heard rumors and had asked me if she has to wear them, even if the princess is not.