Page 30 of Grace's Daddy
“Ha ha. Can I have a shirt?”
“Nope. I like your breasts against me. I’m secretly hoping the covers slide down in the night so I’ll get to stare at your fucking amazing chest for a while before you wake up.”
I swat at his pecs. “Daddy…” My face heats, but I’m secretly glad that he finds me attractive. It’s obvious every time he looks at me, but it doesn’t hurt to hear it as often as he wants to tell me.
He chuckles, shaking both of us. “So…if we leave next Saturday morning for the island, we can get on a morning ferry, see the doctor as soon as we arrive, and then go to one of the Littleworld parks. How does that sound?”
I push off his chest to look down at him, beaming. “Really?”
“Yes. Do you like amusement parks?”
“I love them.”
“Good. You can choose between the zoo, the water park, or the park with rides. Let me remind you that you’ll be wearing a diaper and a T-shirt at all times. You won’t be unsupervised. You’ll either be in a stroller or I’ll fasten you into a harness so I can keep you next to me.”
I shiver as I lie back against him. “It’s so hard to imagine. I mean no matter how Little I am when I’m with you, it’s difficult to picture an entire island of people who enjoy the same sort of kink. I’ve never even met one person who was Little before.”
“You’ll get used to it fast. I think you’ll thrive there, sweet girl. You’ll be in your element for the first time in your life. Let me tell you one other detail because it might affect your choice of parks. At the waterpark, Littles only wear a swim diaper. Nothing else.”
I jerk upright yet again to stare down at Daddy. “No shirt?” My voice squeaks.
“Nope. Same is true for the beach.”
“Everyone’s boobs are showing?”
“They are.”
I shudder. “You’re teasing me.”
He chuckles. “I’m not.” He reaches across to tweak one of my nipples. “They’re just boobs, Little one.”
I gasp, my eyes going wide. “Just boobs?” I shake my head. “They come in all different sizes and shapes. People don’t just let them hang out.”
He laughs a bit harder, apparently amused by my reaction. “Trust me, Grace. There’s no room for judgment on Regression Island. People who practice deep age play as a lifestyle are not by and large judgmental. How could they be? Littles come in all genders, sizes, shapes, and colors. On the island, they are just Littles. Diapers, T-shirts, pigtails, sandals…”
“And apparently naked boobs,” I retort.
He rubs my back. “Trust me, sweet girl, nearly every Daddy in the waterpark will start the day off by stripping his Little naked right next to the pool to lather them with sunscreen before adding a swim diaper. Boobs are the least of your concern.”
I blink several times, my jaw hanging down before I finally pull myself together, drop back against his chest in defeat, and murmur, “Let’s maybe start with the zoo.”
Chapter Thirteen
“Are you sure that’s all we need to take with us?” I ask the following Saturday morning as we’re about to leave the apartment. It’s o’dark-thirty, and I’m excited but also more nervous than I’ve ever been in my life.
I’ve been with Eli for two weeks, and it seems like a year. We’ve spent every single moment together when we weren’t working. I know him better than I’ve ever known anyone in my life.
We’re at the door, and the only thing Daddy has with us is a backpack. One of the items in it is my laptop. He says he’ll get me a new one to keep at his cabin on the island, but for this first trip, we’re taking mine.
Apparently he does not travel back and forth with clothes. He has what he needs for himself in both places. In addition, he assures me he has everything he could possibly need for me already in his cabin. All of the homes on the island are equipped with nurseries. Mine has always been there ready and waiting for Daddy to meet me and bring me home.
I spoke to my boss earlier in the week. It made me very nervous, but I told him I had a boyfriend, and I was hoping to travel with him out of town half the time. He said he didn’t minda bit where I work from as long as I’m logged in and ready to take calls and manage patient intake from my location. I know I’m a valued employee and patients report that they find me more than pleasant and helpful. That has always been a confidence booster for me.
Maybe there will come a time in the future when I decide I don’t want to do it any longer, but for now, it would be far too stressful for me to also quit my job on top of all my other life changes.
The only thing I’ll need to worry about is being always partially in Little space while I’m working. It’s not something I’ve been able to manage, but I’ve gradually been changing my ways for the past two weeks with Daddy’s help, so I’m confident I can do it.
This is a huge step for me. I’m going way out of my comfort zone. I’m a hermit. So introverted that I’d rather not leave my apartment. For some reason, I’m really good at my job and don’t mind taking and making phone calls even though most introverts would say there’s no way they can talk on the phone.