Little Prince

"I have to say I told you so, my baby boy, but those shoes were just not made for walking." My ribbing was gentle and pleasant, said with a smile and a whole bunch of love. I never teased Kaleb about the diapers, never made light of his pretty dresses that the school made him wear, but those shoes? We'd had a long talk this morning and he was just so insistent, and now here we were at the end of a hard day and he could barely even walk! Not that I had any issues with carrying him, mind you.

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"Shut up," I muttered under my breath.  The shoes were band new, something I bought online.  I thought it would be fine if I wore them to the park, but after an hour of walking my feet hurt so badly.  Michael held me in his arms like a literal baby and I pushed the skirt down to hide my diaper.  I hated this!  I wasn't a girl, and I certainly wasn't a baby!

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"Hey now little mister, I'm not your bad guy here - I'm your prince, remember?" I knew he would. He was the one who decided that monikor for me a lifetime ago, sweet as he was. I couldn't be his boyfriend, that would be 'gay', but I was absolutely his prince.

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Michael reached up and picked a leaf out of my hair.  There was a huge pile in the center of the park, and when I saw it, my mind went blank.  I had to jump in it, I just had to!  It was five minutes later before I noticed people staring and giggling.  Even the memory brought a blush to my cheeks.  I hated this stupid school program!  I hated what it was doing to me!  But at the same time...

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"Sometimes change is good, right, Kay?" I couldn't help but smile at his pouty expression, and I ruffled his hair with one hand while still holding him easily with the other. "Speaking of changes, though..." It was so easy nowadays for him to lose track, to get lost in the moment, and before he knew it, well... it was a good thing Michael had a strong stomach.

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I looked up at Michael with surprise, and upon realizing what he meant, humiliation washed over me.  I hadn't even noticed the sagging diaper between my legs.  It must have happened while I was playing in the leaves.  By this time next month, I wouldn't remember using my diapers at all.  I'd be a perfect little sissy boy.  But at least I had Michael. "Please can we go home, my Prince?" I asked him. "I need a fresh diaper..."