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Island of Dreams

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“You’re never too old to be young.”


 

 

“I don’t get why some people still think I’m some kind of perverted freak,” Rapunzel said to her mother. 

 

The princess sat in the nursery of her tower, playing with her teddy bear as the Queen watched over her. Queen Arianna smiled at her daughter. She wrapped her arms around Rapunzel’s waist and kissed her on the cheek. Her daughter had developed a childlike personality as a result of having been imprisoned and enslaved by a wicked witch who posed as her mother. The princess was an autistic maiden, her exact height being four feet and five inches tall, with emerald eyes and five feet of golden hair that was often braided. Known for her cuteness and her infamous hobby of scalping her enemies, Rapunzel answered to the nickname of Goldilocks. Nowadays, she referred to herself as the Princess of Pampers, since they were her favorite brand of diapers since childhood. 

 

“Mortals fear what they do not understand,” the Queen replied.

 

“That is true,” Rapunzel agreed.

 

"But I will always love you."

 

"Thanks, Mommy," Rapunzel said. "At least you're not afraid of your own daughter."

 

Despite being viewed as a grown-up by societal standards, Rapunzel was a baby at heart. She knew the mannerisms and traits of little children since she had been a babysitter in the past. The princess enjoyed taking care of the youngsters and playing with them. Though children were her greatest joy, she often faced criticism from their family members due to her alternative lifestyle. This lifestyle they spoke of involved drinking from bottles, sucking on pacifiers, wearing and using diapers, playing with toys, and being babysat by her caregivers. The princess even had two nurseries, the first one being in the bedroom of her castle, and the other in her tower which she used as a hideaway from home. Rapunzel wasn't the only one with a lifestyle such as this. There were others besides her, known as Adult-Babies, who enjoyed roleplaying as little children. Though it was indeed a strange way of living, Rapunzel viewed her lifestyle as a coping mechanism that helped her heal from the trauma and anxiety that Gothel had given to her. Besides, those who truly loved Her Highness knew that she had never performed any malicious or predatory acts towards actual babies. Unfortunately, due to a group of conservative Catholic parents who claimed to be fighting for social justice but viewed people like Rapunzel as unholy, the princess and her mother decided that it was best to forbid underage guests from visiting the castle.

 

“Conservative Christianity has always been known to target the marginalized. It’s no wonder that paganism has resurfaced in this day and age," the Queen said. "Those who are deemed to be enemies of the Christian people are merely fighting against those who have oppressed them for far too long."

 

“Were autistic people ever burned or hanged as witches in the Dark Ages?” Rapunzel wondered.

 

“No, they weren’t,” Queen Arianna said. 

 

“That’s good,” Rapunzel sighed.

 

“Back in the Dark Ages, those who were autistic were seen as magically gifted," Queen Arianna told her daughter.

 

"Really?" Rapunzel gasped.

 

"However, other members of the disabled community were tortured or put to death by the Catholic church, since they were believed to be demons in disguise.” 

 

Rapunzel pouted upon hearing the history of what Christians had done to her people in the past. Although public attitudes towards the neurodivergent had improved, she knew that bigots were still lurking in the shadows of the neighborhood. Bigots who were willing to punish their victims simply for the false crime of being born with a different brain or body.

 

“Thanks, I hate it,” Rapunzel said.

 

“As do I,” Queen Arianna responded.

 

“It hurts to know that we live in an old-fashioned kingdom plagued by modern demons.”

 

“Yes, it does,” the Queen agreed.

 

"Being an adult sucks," Rapunzel said.

 

“Now, why don’t you go play with your stuffies or ride your pillow? Our friends will be arriving for brunch tonight.”

 

“Sounds yummy,” Rapunzel said. 

 

Queen Arianna hugged her little princess and kissed her forehead. 

 

“If you need a clean diaper, just let me know. Okay, baby girl?”

 

“Okay, Mommy.”

 

The Queen’s daughter crawled over to her pillow. She sat down with her legs spread apart and began to hump her favorite cushion. Pascal emerged from Rapunzel’s diaper, crawling up her belly and resting on her right shoulder. 

 

“Did you have a nice nap, little guy?” Rapunzel asked her reptilian companion. 

 

Pascal nodded as he stared down at Rapunzel’s bare breasts. Since Rapunzel felt more like a child than an adult, one of her newfound hobbies was to strip down to her diaper and stockings after naptime. Usually, when she was in the proper mood, she would enjoy herself through means of stuffing her diapers or humping in them. The fun usually lasted until she felt the need to defecate. Whenever that happened, she alerted her mother so that she could be changed immediately. 

 

"Why do you love humping pillows so much?" Pascal asked.

 

"Because they're fun and comfy," Rapunzel said.

 

“What’s your favorite part about having a second childhood?” Pascal asked.

 

“Having my girlfriends as caregivers whenever my Mommy’s busy,” Rapunzel replied. 

 

The princess reached down to smack her crotch. She squeezed the ultra thick padding between her legs. Rapunzel was thankful for the fact that her diapers were magically durable. Not only were her Pampers strong enough to hold heavy loads of waste and fluids, but she also took pleasure in how they sagged down to the floor. She loved to waddle around with her saggy butt wagging behind her. 

 

“I was never a fan of the potty. Diapers are cuter and more comfortable than any chamber pot,” Rapunzel said to herself.

 

“They’re too cute for what normally happens inside them,” Queen Arianna replied.

 

Rapunzel nodded at her mother. Once she was bored of humping her pillow, she kicked the cushion aside and proceeded to put on her outfit for the evening. The Queen’s daughter dressed herself in a mauve nightgown, slipped on a pair of pink-and-black striped thigh-high stockings, and climbed into her cradle to await the visitors.