Series: Paige Michaels
Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Jordi wiggled her legs, feeling every bit as young as her Daddy suggested. It was kind of strange and scary, but he didn’t seem the least bit upset by her needs, nor was he bothered by her wet diaper.
He set his palm on the thick bulk. “As for wetting your diaper, no need to fret about that either. Lots of Littles are able to let themselves relax deeper when they’re wearing a diaper. Even in their sleep. A part of you was aware of the thick material between your legs, and you knew it was safe to use it.”
She thought hard about his words as he stepped to the end of the table to remove the soaked diaper. Everything he said made sense.
She watched him as he parted her thighs wide and used a wet cloth to gently clean her skin. When he was satisfied, he slid a fresh diaper under her, squeezed some kind of ointment out of a tube, and rubbed it into her folds.
Jordi’s pussy came fully alive from his touch, but he didn’t comment when she whimpered, nor did he linger. He gave her clit a last pat and fastened the clean diaper around her. “There. I think you could use a few days of total relaxation. Let Daddy handle everything.”
He unfastened the restraint and lifted her from the table to settle her on his hip as he headed for the closet.
When he opened it, she grinned and plucked the pacifier out of her mouth. “Can we still have dress-up day, Daddy?”
“Of course. I’ll just pick out something for you to wear while we eat breakfast, and after we finish, we can come back in and try everything on. How does that sound?”
“What if I spill something on it?” she said as he lifted a pretty blue dress from the rack.
He hesitated. “Hmmm. Good point.” He hung it back up. “Who needs clothes to eat anyway?” he teased as he turned to leave the room.
“Daddy! I need at least a shirt.”
He patted her diapered bottom. “What for?” He was grinning as he took her to the kitchen.
She covered her naked breasts with both hands as he settled her on the booster seat at the kitchen table.
Daddy lowered her hands. “I’ve seen every inch of you, Baby girl. No need to hide from Daddy.” He fastened a strap across her waist before pushing her chair up to the table.
It wasn’t lost on her that he’d called her Baby girl several times this morning. She guessed it made sense. It also made her kind of tingly.
Daddy stepped away just long enough to fill a sippy cup. When he returned, he handed it to her and pulled a bib over her head. “Don’t want to drip pancake syrup down your tummy. You’d be sticky all day.” He took the pacifier from her fist and set it on the table.
She watched his every move as he finished making breakfast, feeling like something huge was happening here. It was amazing and exciting and scary at the same time.
Her Daddy was amazing and exciting too. He wasn’t scary though. He was just perfect.
She took deep breaths as she settled into her younger headspace, accepting it as a part of her while he flipped pancakes. She recognized that he didn’t mind. He had every intention of taking care of her in every way this weekend. She didn’t have to worry about a thing. By the time she went back to work on Wednesday, she would be rejuvenated and ready to tackle the next project.
Chapter Seventeen
By the time Wednesday came around, Jordi was a new person. Callen had helped her ease out of her Little space last night so she could wake up this morning and get back to work.
She loved how insightful he’d been and how he’d known exactly what she’d needed. Spending almost four days at a younger age had let her mind relax. She’d done nothing but try on all her pretty clothes, do puzzles with Daddy, watch cartoons, and play with her dolls.
When she’d been hungry, he’d fed her. Sometimes he’d rocked her and given her a bottle. She’d taken naps in her crib. She’d used a diaper. She’d grown to love the pacifiers.
Callen had left early for the hardware store this morning. As Jordi had stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she’d worried about her ability to transition, set aside her pacifiers, and put on her remodeling hat. As she’d dressed herself in jeans and a shirt with her logo on it over adult panties and a bra, she’d taken deep breaths and known she could do this.
She looked forward to building a deck at Nicoya Stevens’ house. She’d been impressed by the detective when she’d met her to discuss the job. Nicoya took her job very seriously. Jordi suspected a great place to relax outside would be perfect for her.