a diaper with flowing mage robes, leaving little to the imagination

(Yeah, this is almost identical to my own chapter for the other appearance for Onyx. -FD)

You turn to the changing table, you heart picking up the pace. Taking an excited step forward, you reach for the drawers and look at the contents held therein. Out you pull a fluffy white diaper, figuring this would be a great starter diaper, at least.

Smiling with giddiness, you climb up onto the changing table, and to your surprise, four mechanical hands float up from under the table and flip you on your stomach before grabbing the diaper from your hands.

"Great job picking your own diaper, darling," A different voice echoes around you, cooing its praise for your selection. "Let's get you changed and you can pick your outfit."

One hand pulls baby powder from the drawers, one starts manhandling your legs, and two unfold the garment, before they get to work. The hands gently move your lower half to coat you thoroughly in baby powder, then lift your hips up to slide the diaper you selected underneath you.

"Annnd, there we go, babycakes!" The voice coos as the hands tape up the back, where there's another set of tapes above your tail, explaining why you're being changed on your front, speaking much more warmly than the voice that first greeted you ever would have. The hands pick you up and set you down on the floor and retreat, but not without patting you on the butt. "You can come to Nana if you need any help with your clothes, too."

Wow, it looks like the game gets a lot more familiar from this point on, You think, before turning to the wardrobe.

Throwing open the wardrobe, the doors themselves house a menu on the left, and another mirror on the right, showing your mostly naked, padded form. The inside walls look like walls of fog, and pushing an item to the side reveals the hanger rod moves with it, new hangers appear from the fog, seemingly forever. Unsure how to find anything like this, you turn to the menu, and see the parameters which should let you narrow down what you're looking for.

Feeling like you want to juxtapose the fluffy diaper taped to your butt, you go for something elegant, and decidedly "adult". You uncheck the various childlike categories, and lean into fantasy to see what you get, and before long you notice a flowing robe you might see a magic using female character in one of the millions of turn-based games with mostly sexy woman characters. Picking it from the rack results in the mirror to your right showing it on you before you even put it on. The silky fabric with high slits on the sides make the diaper underneath obvious, and the top half of the robes vaguely resemble those of ancient Egypt, where the shoulder straps are also what covers the breasts, meaning only a hand's width of fabric actually wraps all the way around your waist.

Not shown on the rack is a pair of transparent, flaring sleeves seemingly held on your arms by a cuff of a pearlescent sort of metal. The menu on the left side of the wardrobe has changed to show options for color and pattern, where you decide adding some shimmer to the fabric but keeping it deep blue works best.

You look back to the changing table, and decide to walk over.

"How pretty," The voice chimes in again. "You want help with your magic robes, sweetheart?"

Once you nod, the hands emerge once again, taking the hanger from you, and slip the dress-like robe on you with ease. You sway your arms, seeing the sleeves flow in the air.

After the hands retreat once again, you throw on some jewelry to match the bands on your sleeves, and Nana's voice starts up again.

"Great job, cutie! Before you leave, be sure to pick your creation tool from the box." At that moment, a light shines above the chest in the room. "You can never lose it if you put it down. It comes back to you to make anything you want, whenever you need it."

You trot over to the chest with relative ease for this being so new to you, and when you open the chest, you see a variety of things from a simple wand, to a pacifier, to an ancient-looking hammer, to a baby rattle, to a whole staff. There are even things like a staff with a vaguely rattle-like tip.