You wake up much later and chastise yourself. What were those crazy thoughts you had before? Accepting your life as a fairy, a baby? No way! And as a girl? Ridiculous! You are going to resist and find a way out of here! Even if you can just crawl, or at best take tentative and rickety steps. Because there is absolutely no way you are staying stuck like this and end up being the baby girl of a stupid fairy who. took away your normal human male life from you. Alas, even as you fidget in your full giant diaper, you come to the awful realisation that first, you need out of this magical overloaded diaper, full of your own waste. You cannot do anything before that. And to get out of this humiliating contraption, your pudgy clumsy little fingers that resemble sausages are no help at all. No, for this, you need the fairy, who is the only one at present that can do that. A simple gesture but now so inaccessible to you. So you are reduced to bawling to attract the fairy and finally get out of your soiled diapers. And it works. Rose arrives fast, flapping her wings and hovering over the floor.
"My precious Lilac! Are you wet?" she says in great concern.
Which is clearly false because your horrendous diaper cannot possibly be missed! It reeks and your butt is squishing it! It's vile and absolutely revolting! You glower at her and she giggles.
"You're SO cute when you pout! Let's change you right now!"
With a swish of her hand, she make the disgusting diaper vanish. That's a relief. She then grabs you under the armpits and takes you to give you a bath that she announces with too much bubbliness that it will be full of bubble bath and sweet-swelling foam. You decide to resist, if your body is too weak to escape. An opportunity might show up.
And resist you do. You never smile, you pout, you bawl, and your trey to make Rose's life as miserable as possible. You fidget and scream when she dresses you in purple and lavender outfits befitting your hated new name. You pee as soon as she changes your diaper - you detest being changed, none the least because, like during bath time, you have to see the privacy that has replaced your privates, a slit instead of a penis and testicles. You bawl and scream without fail and spit out the food she gives you, knocking the bottles thrust in your mouth each time it is possible. Rose ties a pacifier to you mouth but you shout out at full force if ever it is removed. Her friends gush at how darling you are in your frilly clothes and cutesy outfits, and that your pout is just the cutest but your screams and refusal to act cute, not to mention your throwing of things, quickly dampen their will to pinch your cheeks, tickle you or hug you. Some just advise Rose to do something about you and Rose herself looks tired. This pleases you greatly, for it means she will crack and you'll be free.