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The discovery that this complete stranger knows I’m wearing a diaper beneath my Little girl dress is almost more than I can take. Humiliation heats my cheeks and before I can stop myself, I do actually snarl at her. “I’m right here, you know. Stop talking about me like I’m not even in the room.”
“Juliet! That isenough.” Jasper’s voice is a whipcrack of authority and I silently curse myself for not being able to keep my temper in check for once.
Being a good girl is really fucking hard.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I mumble, looking down at the ground to give the impression of a sad, contrite little girl. And to give me time to hide the anger I’m certain is still blazing in my eyes.
“You are going to be by the time I’m through with you, little girl. I have had more than enough of your attitude. As soon as we are done with your appointment, we are going straight home soDaddy can teach his naughty girl a lesson about how to behave in public.”
Shit, shit, shit. So much for being Daddy’s good girl. “I’msorry,” I whine, scuffing my shiny Mary Jane against the tiled floor. “I didn’t mean to be bad!”
“Whether you meant to be naughty or not, I’ve given you more than enough chances to change your behavior. You should consider yourself lucky that you aren’t already over my knee getting your bare bottom spanked right in front of Millie.”
As ridiculous as it seems, I actually do realize how lucky I am that he hasn’t yet followed through on his threats to spank me in public. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl. Now, turn around so Daddy can unzip your dress.”
Unwilling to push any more of his buttons, I obey, turning my back to him so he can undress me. From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of Millie watching us with a strange expression on her face. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she’s looking at us with something almost like… longing.
That can’t be right. Nobody in their right mind would actuallywantthis.
Would they?
Jasper strips my dress from me, distracting me from Millie’s curious reaction. It escaped my notice this morning, amidst the chaos of waking up as an adult-sized toddler, that my brother neglected to put me in a bra.
Which means I’m now standing in the middle of this supposed doctor’s office wearing nothing but a diaper.
Kill. Me. Now.
It’s not that I have a problem being topless in front of strangers. Lord knows I’ve been to enough nude beaches and sunbathed naked on enough yachts in my lifetime to have rid me of any embarrassment on that front.
The diaper is what gets to me. If anyone had asked me two days ago if anything embarrassed me, I would have laughed in their faces.
I am definitely not laughing now.
Jasper
I never thought I’d see the day that Juliet Blackwood was embarrassed by anything.
But here she stands, her face flaming red as she crosses her hands over her diaper. Not, I notice, her bare breasts which I imagine is what most Little girls in her position would try to cover first.
Juliet, however, seems much more worried about the diaper being on display than her actual body. Tucking that information in the back of my mind, I make a mental note to call Solene later. Perhaps some of her dresses can be altered to have her diaper on full display at all times.
For now, I have a naughty Little girl in need of a check-up.
“The diaper needs to go too, princess,” I remind her as I reach for the tabs.
Relief flashes across Juliet’s face. “Fine by me.” The red in her cheeks darkens and she looks sheepish for a second before she corrects herself. “I mean, Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” There’s a small, nasty voice in the back of my head that says her sudden compliance is just an act. Another manipulation in a long line of schemes she’s used to get her way with our parents and now me.
It could be her working an angle. But for the time being I’m content to pretend with her. And maybe if I praise her often enough, she’ll actually want to be my good girl at some point.
A Daddy can dream, can’t he?
When the diaper comes off, Juliet immediately relaxes and the confident woman I’m used to seeing reemerges as she steps up onto the scale.
Millie records the number before she ushers us into an exam room, where I sit and hold Juliet on my lap as Millie takes her blood pressure. “A tad high, but that can happen when there’s strong emotions involved. Doctor D will let you know if he thinks it’s anything you need to keep an eye on. So now I just need to get her temperature. Would you rather put her up on the table or hold her on your lap?”