Well, ask and ye shall receive!
2
Gina could barely breathe getting out of the car at the Magic Kingdom parking lot, blushing as red as the little red roses on her cosplay pink Cinderella dress she’d made specifically for this trip. It seemed like such a fun idea when Daddy encouraged her to put her sewing skills to work for the vacation they’d saved up for three months to take, celebrating their 10th anniversary together, but stepping out of that car, she’d never felt so self-conscious.
Now, hours later, after getting nothing but congratulations and smiles from passers-by instead of the strange looks she was expecting on this perfect fall day in Orlando, she felt completely comfortable, happy, and very, very little, standing in the express pass line at Under The Sea. The fit-and-flare waist was a perfect choice, completely hiding the bulge of her very thick diaper, slightly heavier now after her morning coffee found its way through her system over the last several hours. She chuckled as they stepped into the teacup, amused at how panicky and anxious she once was, so many years ago, about wearing diapers in public with Daddy. Now, it was just as natural as wearing panties, except no need for potty breaks. And in a place like Magic Kingdom, with so much to do and so seemingly little time to do it, not having to stop to go potty was an absolute joy.
She sighed contentedly as his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Their eyes met, and she nestled into his chest, his huge grin matching her own. “Are you having fun, Daddy?”
“Daddy’s having fun watching how much fun his little princess is having.” The ride began to move, and soon they were floating through a silly mixture of animated critters and video clips as snips of all her favorite songs from The Little Mermaid drifted through the air. Another sigh as little trickle slipped into her diaper, warming up the padding around her. Daddy had insisted on packing only her very thick night-time diapers for the trip, and Gina was grateful knowing that there would be no chance of a leak between now and lunchtime, or between lunch and supper. They’d already scoped out the family restrooms at the park, so privacy was a non-issue, and while the security guard who searched Daddy’s knapsack raised an eyebrow at her changing supplies, he said nothing as he let them through the gate this morning. Quietly, Gina was relieved Daddy had chosen the plain white Confidry 24/7’s instead of her Rearz Princess diapers to pack for changes at the park, even though the diaper she had on under her long dress was very pink and very princess.
After Ariel’s Grotto came the Mine Train and Peter Pan’s Flight and It’s a Small World and the Haunted Mansion, stopping off at Sleepy Hollow Tavern for a snack. She was glad to have a change by then, her diaper having become very heavy and very clammy by that point. On their way through, she saw a few little girls pouring out of Bibbidi Bobbidi Boutique, all done up in their sparkly outfits, and she couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Tiny though she was, the park was very strict, no one over 12 could get a princess makeover.
Arms wrapped around her from the back. “My princess is just as adorable as they are. And her dress is much prettier!”
Her toes curled again at Daddy’s low, soft voice in her ear. “Thank you, Daddy.” She nuzzled his chest, and they went on through the park. Every ride was ridden, from Thunder Mountain to the Flying Elephants to Space Mountain, and it was a very tired Daddy and Gina that made their way back down Main Street toward the exit. It was only then that Gina began to realize, Daddy wasn’t just tired, he was hurting. Despite his best efforts to mask it, Daddy was in pain, limping slightly. His back must have finally been set off from all the walking. Gina had seen this before, and she cursed herself for not giving him more opportunities to rest and relax. His breathing sounded ragged too. That was something completely new, and it worried her.
“Daddy, are you alright? Do you need to sit down? Should I get a cart for you?” There were electric carts available at the Town Hall.
“I’m okay, babygirl. But yes, I think sitting for a few minutes would be good.” He coughed, clearing his throat a bit, and they sat on a nearby bench.
“I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to rush you around so much!”
He put his arm around her. “Princess, you were a good girl today, you have nothing to be sorry about. I wanted my baby to do all the fun things there were to do here. Tomorrow we’ll have a rest day, and then we’ll do Epcot on Wednesday. As long as we take breaks, Daddy will be fine.” As if for emphasis, he coughed again, letting out a subtle wheeze.
After a few minutes of people-watching, they did indeed head for the exit, but not before a quick stop in Crystal Arts at Daddy’s insistence. “My princess still needs her tiara, doesn’t she?”
“But Daddy, your back”
“No buts. Daddy’s fine. Let’s go find a pretty tiara for the prettiest princess in the park.”
Gina did want a tiara, but much more than that she wanted Daddy to feel better. Still, she relented, and they went into the gift shop. What caught her eye when she entered was not the crystal tiaras in the center showcase, but something under the glass at the counter.
“Oh Daddy! Look! It’s perfect!” Gina gasped as she pointed.
“My Cinderella found her glass slipper, didn’t she?” Indeed she had, a beautiful, delicately blown glass slipper ornament, perfect in every detail. A perfect commemoration of their vacation, and the perfect addition to their little collection of “together” decorations for their tree…
She hangs it delicately, a few inches off to the side of the boy pushing the girl on the rope swing, just above the gold-plated diaper pin, then steps back to admire her work. “Perfect!”
The familiar lump begins to form in Gina’s throat, and she fights it back. “No crying! It’s Christmas! It’s time to be happy and celebrate!” She takes a deep breath, exhales, and turns her attention back to the box…