Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“I don’t get squirmy.” That was not a grown-up word I was going to use to describe myself. “But I will answer questions. Try me.”
Stepping inside, I closed the door behind me since he hadn’t thought to tell me to do it and he was currently occupied with more important things than the temperature.
Like testing me and racing his trucks.
“Did you know some littles wear diapers? Some don’t.” He shrugged and tried to sound very nonchalant but it was adorable and obvious. “Some do. I found cute ones but I’m going to wait until my Daddy wants to try them with me.”
He went right for gold-level testing.
“Yes, I know that some littles wear diapers.” What else did I know that I could tell him? I’d never had a little who liked diapers but I knew friends who wore them. “There are online stores that sell diapers and onesies and jammies. There are also a couple of stores around the country that sell them in person.”
They weren’t Walmart-level stores, but they were interesting.
“I could take a vacation with my Daddy to one?” Orlando looked away from his toys and back to me as he asked the question.
“Yes. I was at a work convention in Las Vegas a couple of years ago and one of my friends who lives there is a Daddy with a little. They took me over to the store and showed me around.” I’d been single at the time, so I’d picked out some random stuff, but there wasn’t anything I needed to confess to Orlando. “That would be a fun place to vacation to and you could go to the store.”
I wasn’t sure if any of the other ones were located in tourist areas but it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.
“I’ve never been there.” Orlando made a thinking sound before he went back to zooming for the trucks. After a few moments his sound effects shifted again. “My mother said I was too young to go when Cousin Philip had his party there last year.”
I wasn’t going to actually agree with his mother but she wasn’t wrong to keep him from going.
“Wasn’t that the cousin who got arrested and his wedding was postponed because of all the legal fees?” His fiancé ended up leaving him for some guy who was in a band. “I think you’d have more fun going with your Daddy.”
At least it would be safer…and should be a lot less likely to end up with lawyers getting involved.
It’d better be safer with less lawyers involved.
Chapter 5
Orlando
“Yeah, but I wanted to go see the hotels and the shows. They’ve got big shows and little shows and funny shows and circus kind of shows.” It was a sparkly city too. “They got lights and fancy women in big hats—I saw them on TV—and the machines that make the berries go round and round.”
I’d seen that on TV too.
“I think your Daddy would really like that kind of vacation.” Bastian mumbled something about not realizing there was so much safe stuff, but I didn’t understand it, so I ignored it.
I was going to play and have fun and not do anything I didn’t want to.
Because I wasn’t big and Bastian wouldn’t care.
We were both pretending he wasn’t a Daddy, but he was doing Daddy stuff which was nice.
“There’s a big M and M’s store…or at least there was the last time I was there…and they probably have lots of fun places to shop for toys.” Daddy Bastian tilted his head and looked confused. “There should be. If not, they’ve designed that city wrong.”
“Lots of people do wrong stuff.” Like being mean or telling littles they have to be big all the time. “Sometimes they don’t know it’s wrong.”
Daddy Bastian made a thinky sound. “You’re right.”
“My father keeps saying I have to be a good adult and grow a beard to look like a big boy. He’s kind of cranky about it but I just nod and pretend he’s not wrong.” It didn’t help to tell him he was wrong. Being scruffy wasn’t bad but it didn’t make me be big. “He’s wrong a lot. I don’t have to be a big boy all the time. Terrence and Enzo said so. Well, they said so to Terrence, but it counts for me too.”
“You’re right.” Daddy Bastian leaned against the door and smiled as my trucks zoomed faster. He didn’t think I had to be a big boy even if he was pretending to be not a Daddy. “Did you talk to Enzo about not wanting to be a big boy all the time?”
“Nope.” Vroom. Vroom. “I don’t have to.”
“You’re very smart, cutie. Why don’t you want to, though?” Daddy Bastian made a thinking sound again. “If Terrence is little then they’d understand. He’d probably want to play.”
I shrugged but Daddy Bastian made another thinking sound.