Yes, he is

As Robin Arryn approaches the bed, you notice how he is dressed. At first, it appears that he is only clad in a loose, cotton shirt. You quickly realize his lower half is not naked; he actually is wearing smallclothes. However, his smallclothes seem rather bulky and cumbersome. When he reaches the bed, you discover that they are not smallclothes at all. Down there, he is wearing the same article as you.

The other diapered boy climbs onto the bed, and he crawls towards you and his mother. His thickly padded bottom is raised high in the air. You cannot help but stare at it in confusion. You wonder if this is customary for all Arryns, or if Lady Lysa just prefers to treat all her children like this.

Either way, one thing is for certain: you and Robin are in nappies, and you are expected to wear and use them until further notice.

Robin smiles up at you when he reaches you, and he wraps his arms around your chest. He is not a very strong child. In fact, he looks rather sickly and weak. Even so, his hug is certainly warm and caring. You do not wish to upset him or your new mother, so you decide to return it.

Lady Lysa comes up behind you and joins in the hug, enveloping you and her true son. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you cannot deny that this is a very reassuring and pleasant sensation. Perhaps this is what it really means to be loved.

After the hug, Lady Lysa turns you and Robin towards her. She announces happily "Time for a nappy check."

She reaches down with both hands. She places the right one against the front of Robin's padding, and she places the left one against the front of yours. Robin giggles at being checked, whereas you have to struggle not to get too excited.

A few seconds later, Lysa Arryn smiles and says "Good; you're both still dry."

That is a relief. Although you have apparently been using your diapers in your sleep for the last few days, you are not quite certain you are ready to do the same while you are conscious. Of course, you do not really have a say in the matter. Soon enough, you will be **** to wet and mess them. But at least you have a kind and beautiful mother to change you whenever that happens.

Lysa smiles again, looks around at you and your "brother," and she declares...