Lucy changes into a pull-up

After unpacking Lucy’s belongings and getting everything settled, Brian gently approached her in the living room. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, still holding her stuffed monkey tightly, her shoulders tense and her expression uneasy.

“Lucy,” Brian said softly, sitting down beside her, “there’s something we need to take care of now that you’re here. I know this is new and probably uncomfortable, but it’s part of the rules for littles like you.”

Lucy glanced at him warily, hugging the monkey closer. “What rules?” she asked, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Brian held up a pastel-colored pull-up from the pack he had purchased in case Hannah had been classified similarly. It was decorated with soft, playful patterns—stars, clouds, and smiling animals. “You need to wear this,” he said gently. “It’s part of your classification as a preschool-level little. It’s not optional, Lucy—it’s just how the system works.”

Lucy’s cheeks turned bright red, and she frowned, staring at the pull-up in Brian’s hand. “But why? I don’t need it. I don’t…” She hesitated, her voice trailing off as frustration bubbled under the surface.

Brian nodded patiently. “I know you don’t need it, and you don’t have to use it if you don’t want to. But the rules require that littles in your classification wear them. Think of it as your little uniform. It’s not a punishment, Lucy—it’s just part of being cared for as a little.”

Lucy sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping as she looked away. “It still feels so embarrassing,” she muttered.

Brian reached out and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I understand. It’s a big change, but you’ll see it’s not so bad once you get used to it. And here’s a house rule we have: when we’re at home, littles don’t wear pants over their nappies or pull-ups. It makes it easier for me to do quick checks and for you to feel small and free.”

Lucy’s face burned at the idea, but she nodded reluctantly, knowing she didn’t have much choice. “Fine… I’ll do it,” she said quietly.

“Good girl,” Brian praised warmly. “Why don’t you take this to the bathroom and change into it? You’ll feel better once it’s on.”

While Lucy shuffled off to the bathroom with the pull-up in hand, Brian turned his attention back to Hannah, who was lounging in her spot on the carpeted floor, happily playing with a stuffed bunny. He knelt down beside her, his eyes softening as they fell on the obvious bulge of her wet nappy.

“Let’s see how my little girl is doing,” Brian said with a smile, gently pressing his hand against the front of Hannah’s nappy. The dampness squished slightly under his touch, and Hannah giggled, squirming playfully.

“Daddy!” she squealed, her cheeks pink with embarrassment but also joy.

Brian chuckled, giving her nappy a few more pats. “This nappy can definitely take more,” he declared. “No need for a change just yet. You’re such a good girl for letting Daddy know when you used it, though.”

Hannah beamed up at him, wiggling a little to feel the squishiness for herself. “It feels funny, Daddy,” she said with a shy giggle.

“That’s my girl,” Brian said affectionately, ruffling her hair. “You’re doing great.”

A few minutes later, Lucy returned, her face flushed as she tugged at the hem of her shirt, clearly self-conscious about the pastel pull-up now peeking out just above her knees. Brian noticed her hesitance and gave her an encouraging smile.

“You look perfect, Lucy,” he said warmly. “And remember, there’s no reason to feel embarrassed here. This is your safe space, and you’re allowed to just be yourself.”

Hannah looked up and grinned at her friend. “You look cute, Lucy!” she chirped, patting the front of her own nappy. “See? It’s not so bad!”

Lucy gave a nervous laugh, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her shirt. “I… guess it’s not,” she mumbled, her blush deepening.