Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33869 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
“What if I have a panic attack at the daycare?”
“Then I will race down the street to help you through it. If you’re not ready to face other Littles at the daycare, you can spend all your time shut in your own private room working. I’ll walk you to the room myself. It’s already reserved. I’ll come check on you during my breaks and at lunch.”
He has an answer for everything. I keep bombarding him with questions, and he patiently responds to all of them. I have never once seen Daddy flustered or upset with me. He’s the most steadfast person I know.
I’m far too stressed to fall asleep during the drive. As if he senses I need grounding, Daddy keeps talking to me the entire time. When we finally pull into the parking lot at the port, I’m not as nervous as I was earlier.
Daddy parks, rounds the car to my side, helps me out, opens the back door, and stands me in the opening.
I glance around to see if anyone is watching while he squats down to unbutton my jeans and pull them over my hips. I hold my breath when he lifts me up to lie me back on the seat and try not to think about my exposure to the universe as he removes my sandals, jeans and panties.
I will him to diaper me quickly so no one sees my pussy. Even though I’m aware that eventually he will undoubtedly expose every inch of me to strangers, I’d prefer that not start this morning.
Daddy makes quick work diapering me and replacing my sandals. The T-shirt I’m wearing is the one I’ll wear all day. He didn’t put a bra on me when he dressed me at his apartment.
“Deep breaths, Baby girl,” he encourages as he lifts me out of the car and stands me on my feet. He grabs the backpack, shuts the door, and tips my chin so I have to look at him. “Remember, every Little getting on this ferry will have either already changed or will do so in the bathroom on the ferry. By the time we dock, you will not stand out. I promise.”
“It’s still strange,” I grumble.
He bends down and kisses me. “And I still love you.”
“I love you, too, Daddy.”
“I bet by the end of the day you will have made a friend along the way. You just wait and see.”
I hold Daddy’s hand tightly while we pick up our tickets and board the ferry. I keep my head down so I don’t have to make eye contact with anyone. Same as I do at home. This is no different. Except it’s totally different. I’m wearing a diaper and so are half the people around me.
Daddy leads me to the upper deck of the ferry, and as soon as we take off, I’m so mesmerized by the view of the ocean around me that my nerves ease. In addition, most of the Littles around me are wearing a harness like the one I know Daddy has in the backpack, so when he pulls it out, I’m mentally prepared.
What surprises me is that I feel calmer as soon as he fastens it around me. This is unexpected. He showed it to me at home. We’ve talked about it. But he’s never strapped me in it. Perhaps he should have. Then I wouldn’t have any anxiety about it. I feel tethered to him, and I like it.
I spend the entire trip to the island standing between Daddy’s legs, letting the wind blow my pigtails around and loving the way the air hits my face. I don’t look directly at anyone on either side of me. I’m at peace in my own bubble with Daddy’s hands on my hips and the tight tug of the leash at my back.
This is going to be a wild adventure.
Chapter Fourteen
The slight panic I feel as we disembark is short lived. The crowd makes me uncomfortable, but as soon as we reach Daddy’s golf cart, I’m once again more relaxed.
I’m well-aware that our first stop is going to be the clinic. I’ve mostly put that out of my mind for the past week, too. Now it’s imminent. Five minutes Daddy tells me.
I fist my hands in my lap and try to enjoy the weather and the beautiful view. I’m certain I’ll appreciate all of it more later—after we get the doctor’s visit out of the way.
My heart is pounding as Daddy parks and lifts me out of my car seat. He doesn’t set me down. Instead he props me on his hip, presses a hand to the small of my back, and tucks my face against his neck.
I love him. He understands me. I squeeze my eyes closed, not taking a single peek at my surroundings while I listen to him give my name to the receptionist. I’m grateful that we’re immediately escorted to an exam room, and I don’t lift my head and look around until we’re alone.