Page 10 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: Matty

It was Lisa Frank and filled with adorable puppies, kittens, and unicorns. “Yes. I do. Thank you.” I flipped through and found a panda bear. “He’s going to be pink. A pink panda.” I held the page up for them to see.

“I like that.” Kay grabbed some colors, and we all sat at the table, but I got bored.

And uncomfortable. “Can I take my shirt off?”

“Sure.” Kay didn’t even look up from his book.

I whipped my shirt off but that wasn’t enough. I had restless energy building up. “Want me to teach you to dance?”

“Yes!” Donny jumped up. “You’re so good at dancing. I want to dance like you.”

Kay didn’t seem so sure, but he stood.

“Put your arms up like this.” I directed them through some poses and moves. An easy twirl. Then I showed them some of the stripper moves I’d learned from the show. “Kay. Watch this. Your hair is perfect for this. So long and full.”

He blushed, but then I did the bend-over move with the hair flip, and he watched.

“You do it.”

He tried it, and I gave him a few pointers, and soon they were both doing the stripper moves.

“Not bad.”

“Show us more.” Donny jumped up and down and clapped. He was even more hyper than me.

“Okay, but I have to take my pants off. I need more…” I moved my hands around. “Flexibility.”

I stripped down to nothing and danced around. Donny and Kay clapped and cheered.

Then their daddy opened the door. “What is going on in here?” He slapped his hand over his face. “Oh my. Uh, Matty. Put your clothes on.”

“I don’t wanna. Dey not comfy.” I was in full-blown little mode and getting cranky. I kicked my pants then tossed them across the room.

“That’s fine, but we need clothes on.”

I sat down where I was, crossing my arms and legs.

“Matty, your daddy will be here to pick you up soon, and you’ll need clothes on for that.”

Daddy Drake wouldn’t make me wear clothes. “No.” I jumped up and ran around the room.

Donny and Kay laughed hard, so I laughed too. And kept jumping around. When their daddy left the room, I went back to dancing.

Until.

“Matty. You’re going to get your friends in trouble. It’s time to go. Put your clothes on.” That was Daddy Drake. Oops.

“Yes, Daddy.” I didn’t want to leave. I was having fun with my new friends. I didn’t want to get them in trouble, but now it was me in the hot seat. I started to cry.

“Fuck,” Drake muttered. “I’ll be right back.” He turned and pointed at me. “Get dressed. I mean it.”

He was serious. I started looking for my clothes that I’d thrown around the room.

“You two. Clothes on.” Daddy Saxon sounded mad.

Both his boys said, “Yes, Daddy.” And pulled their shirts on. Seems they’d dropped their pants too, since they were scrambling to find them. It was a lot more fun with everyone naked. But now we were all dressed again.

“Here, Matty.” Drake handed me a pacifier and a teddy. I kept the paci with me on trips, packed in my bag, just in case, but I was surprised Drake remembered. I didn’t remember the teddy, though.