Ryan was starting to enjoy his new life. He was always dressed and undressed by his parents, he was given little to no homework, and now he didn't have to make it to the bathroom. Ryan was living his fantasy, well, his fantasy never would have included going to school ever, but, everything has its flaws.

Ryan was an ace student which his teacher praised him for, though she was slightly suspicious. Ryan was getting every answer right to her spelling tests along with the basic addition and subtraction, though he seemingly payed little attention to the class. Ryan got along great with all of his classmates, but mainly the girls, the reason being was everybody thought he was a girl, so he played the part. And Ryan was enjoying school, which was ironic, because he hadn't enjoyed school since Primary 1.

Ryan's mum picked him up, but took a right instead of a left, like she usually did to get home. Ryan asked, "Where are we going mommy?" His mom responded, "Well sweetie, Halloween is two weeks away, and we haven't gotten you a costume yet, any idea what you want to be. "A Princess!," Ryan exclaimed with a childish voice. "Ok sweetie, we'll see what I can find," his mom said. Ryan walked through the large shopping mall, hand in hand with his mother, until they stopped outside the costume store. Ryan looked around realizing all of these costumes were made for normal sized little girls, but there was one costume, a pink princess dress, in his size, looks like the page had him covered.

*Two Weeks Later*

The day had finally arrived, Halloween, a festivity Ryan hadn't been able to participate in in years, but here he was, wearing a pink dress, makeup on his face, and a appropriately themed pink princess diaper underneath. Ryan felt like a kid at Christmas as he walked down the streets of his neighboorhood, one hand on a bag, and the other holding his mothers hand. They stopped at house after house, constantly getting compliments on his dress or makeup, sometimes even both. However, after every house, Ryan felt a growing pressure in his bowels. Now Ryan would never hold in a mess, especially since he knew he was wearing a diaper, but he knew that if his mother noticed that he had messed, she would take him right back home. So Ryan waited until his mother moved away to talk to a friend, Ryan squatted behind a nearby bush and and pushed. Ryan had to use one hand to cover his mouth to stop him from moaning. Ryan stood up, feeling the mess pushed up against his butt, his mother turned around and they continued trick or treating and Ryan's mess wafted into the night sky.