Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34225 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
I nod slowly. He’s right, but my head is spinning. “It’s a lot to think about,” I admit. “My classes, my apartment, my parents… Two weeks?”
“I know it’s fast. We’ll take it one day at a time. I only have to work this coming week. Next week I’m off to pack and wrap things up around the house.”
“So fast…” I murmur.
He pulls me against him and slides his hand up into my hair. “We’ll figure it all out. I promise.”
I’m nervous. Can I really do this? I’ve never been so impulsive in my life. I always plan everything in advance. The thought of making so many life decisions in one day is scary. “What would I do on the island? Do you think they have openings for teachers?”
“I’m sure they hire a lot of teachers, Baby girl, but you don’t need to worry about working for now. I want you to take some time to learn to live in a new headspace, one where you have no obligations except to submit to Daddy.”
“You want me to stay home and do nothing?”
He shakes his head. “You can’t stay home alone on the island. While I’m at work, you’ll go to daycare. Lots of Littles go to daycare every day. They have a blast playing with each other. It’s much more fun than staying home alone anyway.”
Daycare… A place for adult Littles. Mindboggling.
“Let’s get some sleep. Tomorrow we’ll talk to your parents. That’s all we need to worry about for now.”
“We’re going to tell my parents we’re dating tomorrow and move to Regression Island in two weeks?” My voice squeaks.
“Can you handle that, Little one? If it stresses you too much to omit details, I’ll be happy to tell them everything tomorrow.”
I worry my bottom lip again. “Can we see how it goes and then decide?”
“Absolutely.”
I slouch against him again. I’m so tired. Emotionally drained.
He stands, cradling me in his arms. “Let’s get you changed and into bed.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle against him. For the first time, I’m not bothered by the fact that he’s going to change me. I’m kind of looking forward to it. I like the way he looks at me when I’m naked. It makes me feel like I’ve won the lottery.
I think perhaps I have won the lottery. Too bad collecting my prize is going to be stressful.
Chapter Ten
I bolt awake, panic consuming me. I even gasp. Something’s not right. My bed feels different.
“Zia? Baby? Are you okay?” Strong arms squeeze me. They were already around me, but now they hold me tighter.
Gabriel… My Daddy. My memory rushes back. I spent the day with him. I’m sleeping in his bed, in his arms. He’s stroking my skin.
I’m panting as I try to calm my racing heart.
“I’ve got you, Little one. You’re okay,” he murmurs against my ear. “Did you have a bad dream?”
I try to remember. “No, Daddy.” My legs are parted, and I squirm. Suddenly, I realize what woke me. My breath hitches.
Daddy rolls away from me. A second later, he turns on the light next to the bed and leans over me. His brows are furrowed with concern. “What is it, Baby?”
My bottom lip trembles. I’m going to cry.
“Zia? Sweet girl. Talk to Daddy.” He strokes my arm. I’m only wearing a small T-shirt and a diaper. A very full diaper.
I pull the covers back and look down at my problem.
Daddy’s gaze slides to my diaper. “Ah. I see. I bet that’s uncomfortable. Don’t you worry. Daddy will change you, and you can go back to sleep.” He stands, grabs supplies from a drawer on his nightstand, and gives my legs a tug to get me closer to the edge of the bed.
I’m mortified. It doesn’t bother me so much for him to change me, but I don’t understand why I wet myself in the first place. “I’ve never…” I can’t finish my sentence. I also can’t look at him.
“Zia, it’s perfectly normal for Little girls to wet themselves in the night when they’re wearing a diaper. You just spent the entire day in a very young headspace. In addition, the diaper helps you fully relax. Subconsciously your body knows you don’t have to hold back.”
“Really?” I think he’s making this up so I’ll feel better.
He quickly changes me and then reaches into the drawer and pulls out a small booklet. He holds it up, grinning, before he opens it to the table of contents and then turns to a particular page.
I watch, confused. What is this book?
He taps the page. “This came with the regression kit, Zia. Here we go. Just what I was looking for. ‘Don’t be surprised if your newly regressed Little experiences nighttime incontinence. Every Little is different, but for many, deep regression can help the Little relax even deeper when they’re asleep. Reassure your Little that it’s perfectly normal.’”