Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33018 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She glances down. “Oh, because I’m working. Littles can wear pants or dresses or skirts when they’re working as long as it’s still obvious they also have a diaper on. It lets customers know we’re Little but on the clock. It’s how you can tell the difference between the Mommies and the Daddies and the Littles.”
“Oh. That’s cool.”
“When I’m not working, I still dress like all the other Littles on the island.”
“I see.” Cool system. I guess it works.
“What kind of books do you want to check out? If we choose some, then we can sit down at one of the tables and chat while the grownups peruse the aisles.”
I glance again, but no one is listening to me. “Do you have any books about taking care of animals?”
Lizzy grins. “Sure.” She grabs my hand again and leads me to a section labeled pets. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but I bet I can find something interesting in this aisle.
“Do you have a dog or a cat?” Lizzy asks while I scan the titles.
“No. I just like them.”
“Will your Daddies let you get one someday?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t asked.”
“Why not? Can’t hurt to ask,” Lizzy points out.
“Maybe…” I pick up a book and flip through it. It’s about bottle feeding puppies and kittens when they get separated from their mommies. It looks interesting, so I hold on to it and then grab two more books about training dogs and how to make sure your indoor kitten gets the right stimulation.
I glance at my Daddies as I follow Lizzy to a table. They smile and wave as we take our seats.
“I guess your life isn’t really much different from mine,” Lizzy points out. “We both live someplace where we get to be Little fulltime.”
I nod. “True, but it’s more intense here. Or maybe just…younger. Which makes it seem more intense.”
“That’s true. Living fully regressed is…deeper I guess you could say. We Littles here don’t have much freedom. Not that Littles at Rawhide Ranch have a great deal of freedom either, but at least enough to sneak out and get up to shenanigans sometimes.”
I giggle. “This is true. There are a lot of Littles who like to get into trouble. I think they just like to get their bottoms spanked.”
Lizzy laughs hard. “Yeah, I remember that. Nothing like that happens here. We don’t have that much freedom.”
I tap my lips. “In a way it’s like a different kind of freedom. I mean, I feel like Littles living here more fully regressed are actually submitting on a much deeper level, and there’s a lot of freedom in turning over all your power to a caregiver and not having to make any decisions.”
Lizzy nods. “You’re exactly right. I certainly wouldn’t trade it. Even when I’m here at work, I’m still under Daddy’s control, and Ms. Whitman makes me behave and follow the rules. If I get into trouble, she tells my Daddy, and I get my bottom spanked hard.”
“I think it’s an amazing place to live. I’m not sure I would want to stay here fulltime, but visiting for a week every year would be heavenly.”
“A lot of people feel that way. It’s rejuvenating. Literally. Most Littles leave here refreshed and ready to return to their other lives well rested and in better health from all the formula.”
“That makes sense.” I look down at my three books and finger the edges. I wonder what my life is going to look like when we return. I have decisions to make. Options to consider. And two Daddies who may or may not like my choices.
I glance at them and find them both watching me. They’re smiling. They love me. They adore me. What would they think if I told them what I was considering?
Chapter Nine
“Whatcha reading, sweet girl?” Papa asks that evening.
I’m lying on my tummy in the playpen in the cabin, flipping through the pages of the book about how to keep a kitten stimulated. It’s my favorite one. I shrug. “Just a book.”
Papa leans over the side of the playpen, picks up my other two books, glances at the covers, and then sets them back on the rug next to me. His brow is furrowed. “That’s a lot of reading about pets, sweet girl.” He leans his elbows on the side of my playpen. “You’ve never mentioned an interest in cats and dogs before.”
Daddy joins Papa and reaches over to ruffle my pigtails. “What’s this about pets?”
“I think our girl is interested in getting a pet,” Papa tells him.
I shake my head. “No, I’m not. I just wanted to read about them.”
Daddy’s brows furrow. “Why would you want to read about kittens and puppies if you aren’t interested in getting one?”
I shrug. “Just am.” I don’t want to get into this with them right now. I shouldn’t have even checked out the books. It was an impulse move. Maybe not my best decision.