Some black mary janes strapped on to complete the outfit, 'boy shoe's just don't match,' and the pair make their way back downstairs.

"Does anybody know who's toddler this is? I found her upstairs in the nursery. Did anyone even set up a high chair for her?"

"Your shorts aren't going to fit over those Pampers, so it's a dress or bottomless. Your choice."

A pitiful whine and a paw pointing at the dress is all it can manage after a minute.

"Good choice."

Spotted paws make quick work of undoing the remaining boy clothes and slipping on the dress.

Its cousin using the processing time to rifle through the closet, coming back with a purple plaid dress.

The kitten quickly sits up as it spies the dress, trying to utter a few complaints around the forgotten pacifier, only coming out as mumbles.

A pacifier stuffed unceremoniously into its maw to mute any fussing as teen hyena paws get to work. A through wiping down before rash cream and a light dusting of powder later, the Pamper is done up snug.

Too lost in trying to process the feeling of being diapered up to even attempt to sit back up.

Of course, the minute it feeds its tail through the appropriate hole, the door creaks open; an older cousin catching it in the act.

Before any words can be said on either side, it's scruffed and deposited on the changing table.

The kitten getting lost in feeling the plush Pamper and looking over the prints, getting subtle whiffs of the imbued scent. Before it even realizes, its kicking off its shorts and trying to figure out how the heck to put it on.

Starting to pad towards the door, its gaze is captured by the changing table. The top of towering furniture just barely above its eye line, putting the stock of diapers right in its line of sight.

It doesn't know why, but something calls to it, shyly grabbing one from the stacks.

Well, old room, vaguely remembering something about the hyena pup graduating to a bigger kid room, taking over the old guest room. Hopping the bars after failing to fiddle with the latches, its fall cushioned by the foam tiles covering the floor.

By the time the parents get back, he’s now roughly a 4 year old girl in all but size and legality.

As a punishment? She’s forced to spend as long as it takes to fix it all as a matching 4 year old boy to keep the twinship balanced.

Well if'n you ever visit, I'm sure you'll get as many headpats as you desire. :3

How many headpats to melt a Melly?

Cage sizing can be kinda hard. Just gotta get the ring gap right and maybe a strap for good measure.