The Luckiest Little Girl in the World

Chapter 1
In Which the Luckiest Little Girl Finds Her Comfort Zone

“It’s okay, babe,” he said to me, with the kindest of looks in his eyes. “Just let go. Let yourself be dependent for once. Let me take care of you. I promise, it won’t hurt a bit.”

I gulped. Was this actually going to happen? What if I couldn’t do it? Or didn’t act the way he dreamed a Little Girl might act? Or, worse, what if I let go and, instead of exciting him, it scared him away? Sure, he said that he would love me no matter what. But how many ex-boyfriends have said that to me over the years? And how many of them would still love me now, after that most awkward of transitions from boyfriend to ex? Not many, certainly.

He noticed my hesitation. “Maybe we should take things slow. The most important thing is that you feel comfortable. Because neither one of us will enjoy it if we’re not completely comfortable. How about if we just snuggle for a bit?”

Ah, snuggling. Now that I can do!

“Come here, beautiful,” he said with a smile, patting the mattress and beckoning me over. “I need some snuggling.”

I situated myself next to him on the bed, and let him assume a cuddling position around my body - both of us on our right sides, his left arm wrapped around my waist and his face nestled in my hair. He breathed me in deeply, and I could feel his gentle, hot breath on my neck. I tried to quiet my mind, and slowly let myself match his breathing. Our chests rose and fell in tandem, and I began to feel his heart beat - a sensation that soothed and deeply comforted me. We continued to cuddle, silently, until we were both lulled into a deep sleep.

I woke up slowly, feeling my body ache slightly from remaining in the same position for so long. I felt so warm, so comfortable, so safe in his arms. Still asleep and snoring slightly, he shifted his arm, bringing me just slightly closer to his body. I felt so tender towards him at that moment - he was still sleeping, and still vulnerable, while I was now awake and back out of the realm of dreams. At that moment, all I wanted was to take care of him. To show him just what he looked like when seen through my eyes. For all of his strengths, he still had insecurities, still had flaws. And at that moment, all I wanted was to somehow make him see that I loved him - imperfections and all. I began to think, as I listened to his soft breathing, that maybe this is what he meant. Maybe this was how he felt about me, too. I wanted, at that moment, to let my guard down. To be as vulnerable, as innocent, as sweet as he was while he slept. I wanted to make him feel, through my actions, that I trusted and loved him, and that I was willing to let him in to my crazy, complicated little world.

I was ready. I tried to quiet my mind, and let myself just do what felt right. Gently, I moved his hand from my chest to my face, and slowly wrapped my lips around his thumb. I began to gently suck his thumb, my tongue massaging it and pressing it up against the roof of my mouth. The gentle movements of my mouth and the quiet sucking sounds I made slowly awakened him.

“Baby,” he said in that rough, throaty voice men get after waking up, “what are you doing?”

“I’m thucking your thumb,” I said, his finger taking up most of my mouth.

“Baby that feels amazing,” he said, still sounding sleepy. I’m sure he didn’t really know what to make of the whole situation.

“I know Daddy. For me, too,” I said. Oh God, I thought, I said it! I said it to him. While sucking his thumb!

“Oh yeah baby?” I could tell from his voice that he was smiling. “You like sucking my thumb?”

“Yeth,” I said, unintentionally sounding like a little girl trying to talk with a pacifier in her mouth. “A lot.”

“Did you sleep well, princess?” I began to feel myself getting excited. He called me “princess”! I gently released his thumb from my mouth and turned to face him. He immediately took me in his arms. I brought my face right up next to his, so that the bridges of our noses touched.

“I slept amazing, Daddy.”

He pulled back slightly, taking one of his hands to my face and brushing back a stray lock of my hair. He looked me in the eyes - his eyes were still sleepy looking - and smiled.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, baby?”

“Yes,” I responded. “I’m ready.”

“Well then, we better get ourselves to the store, little lady.”

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We got ourselves out of bed and cleaned up a bit before getting in my car and heading to the pharmacy. While we had already decided on a list, and although he continued to reassure me that no one would ever think twice about a young couple purchasing baby items, I was still nervous enough that I drove us out of the city to the near north suburbs. God forbid I run into someone I know, I thought. As I drove, I tried to maintain a sense of control and maturity - I think I even subjected him to a rebroadcasting of yesterday’s All Things Considered on NPR - and kept telling myself that accepting this side of me was the most adult thing I could do.

“Alright, so we’re just going to purchase a few things and then see what happens after we get back home.” I said, matter-of-factly. The last thing I wanted was for him to assume the daddy role while we were out in public. I swear, if he responded to me in a fatherly tone I would probably have crashed my BMW.

But he could tell how insecure I felt about the whole thing, and decided to humor me. “Absolutely,” he smiled.

We parked my car and entered a suburban Target about twenty minutes’ worth of freeway driving away from my condo. He continued to humor me and made no mention of my paranoia. We picked up a basket, and went directly to the baby aisle.

“Let’s just be cool and confident about this whole thing,” I said to him, under my breath, “I’m sure no one will suspect anything unless we behave suspiciously.” Why am I talking like this??

He smirked. “Baby, you make it seem like we’re robbing the place. Do you want me to pick things out while you busy yourself in another aisle?”

I blushed. “I’m sorry... I’m nervous,” I whispered. He put his arm around me and smiled as we approached the baby aisle.

My heart was racing. I wasn’t allowed in this aisle - I wasn’t a baby, and I didn’t have a baby. I had no business looking at diapers and pacifiers. I began to have second thoughts almost immediately, and found myself turning on a dime and high-tailing it to a nearby aisle with camping goods.

He laughed. “Baby, you’re really good at playing it cool!” Oh God. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I look like such an idiot. “Do you want me to get the things on our list? You can go start up the car if you’d rather - it’ll only take me a second,” he asked.

“Do you - ” I began. “Yes, babe. I know what you want. Just go hop in the car, it won’t take more than five minutes.” He said, now smiling bigger than ever. I handed him the basket and walked quickly out of the store.

While I sat in the car, I pondered just why it was so hard for me to be in that aisle. Was I so concerned about tapping into my little girl side that I can’t even look at items intended for little girls? What was I so afraid of? Almost immediately, he emerged from the store with two plastic bags ... and I could clearly see the brightly colored package of diapers through the thin pastic of the bag. Oh God, is this really happening? I was, in a word, terrified. But there was also a little part of me that was almost uncontrollably curious. What do the diapers look like? What color is the pacifier?

“Do you want to see what I bought?” He asked, still smiling.

“Oh no... No, definitely not. Here,” I said, pulling two Whole Foods bags from behind my seat. “Put the stuff in here - you can’t see through canvas... And I really don’t want my doormen to see anything.” He complied, putting the plastic bags into the canvas ones without showing me their contents, and I immediately turned up the radio. Raunchy rap music? Yes. At this point, as long as it wasn’t Radio Disney, I was satisfied. Anything to solidify my adult status. We barely talked on the ride home; I clenched the wheel the whole time.

I still couldn’t shake off my nerves once we had reached my apartment. “Baby, I need a shower - wanna join me??” I asked him, in as seductive a voice as possible.

“Don’t you want to see what I got you, baby girl?” He asked, confused. Then, after a moment, “Baby, you have to stop panicking about this. If you don’t want to do this, that’s one thing. But you can’t punish yourself for wanting to do something like this. You’re not doing anything wrong. You have to embrace this side of you, just like you embrace your grown-up self.” He sat down on the bed, and gently touched my arm. I sat down next to him, trembling.

“I want this. I want this so badly I can’t even express it,” I said as tears welled up in my eyes. “But I’m so scared.”

“Oh, sweetheart. You have nothing to be afraid of. I want you to feel loved and safe and comfortable. I want to take care of every last thing for you. There is nothing that you could do or say that would make me not love you and want to care for you.” He looked at me so tenderly, slowly touching his fingertips to my face. I began to cry.

“Come here, baby.” I obediently straddled him, climbing onto his lap, and wrapped my arms around him. “Shhh... Baby please don’t cry. You’re too precious to cry.”

This made me giggle, and he gently brushed the tears away from my face. I leaned in for a long hug, and as I pulled away, our eyes met and in one swift movement, his lips were pressing gently against mine. We kissed deeply, nibbling on each others’ lips and inhaling the intoxicating scent of each other’s skin and breath. I could feel my panties dampen with excitement.

“I wanna see what you got,” I said after a moment, allowing just the slightest hint of my baby voice to come through, “I’m... interested.”

We moved off the bed, and he lead me by hand over to the couch where he had deposited the bags. I sat down on the couch, feeling almost like a five-year-old on Christmas morning.

“Okay, princess. Here’s what Daddy got you.” He winked. He first took out a small package containing two pacifiers - one hot pink and the other purple - with sleepy-looking cartoon stars on them. The stars had little smiley faces and were wearing little white diapers.

“Oooh, they’re so cute!” I exclaimed. “Can we take them out of their package?”

“Absolutely, baby. Which one do you want to see first?” He asked, ever so slightly allowing his voice to take on the daddy tone.

“Hmm... how about the pink one?” I asked.

“You got it, gorgeous.” He opened the plastic packaging and removed both of the pacifiers, placing one on the coffee table, and then gently pressing the other in between my lips. I smiled, feeling my panties dampen slightly more.

“Go ahead, baby. Suck on it, see if you like it.” He said. I complied. It felt absolutely amazing, and I immediately felt small and cute. “You wanna see more?” He asked, and I nodded, leaving the pacifier in my mouth.

“Okay, well I had to get us some wipes, baby powder, and lotion. You know what those are all for, right princess?” He took out a package of Pampers baby wipes, and full-sized bottles of Johnson & Johnson baby powder and lotion.

I blushed, but responded, “Yes Daddy, I know what they’re for.”

“What are they for, baby?” He asked tenderly, coaching me along and knowing I’d have to say what I had been dreading.

Embarrassed, I quietly responded, “They’re for diaper changes.”

“Whose diaper changes?” He asked, a big smile spreading across his face.

I blushed even more deeply, but began to smile as I said quietly, “My diaper changes, Daddy.”

“That’s right my little princess. They’re for your diaper changes, so that you can be all nice and comfy in your diapers.”

I replaced my pacifier in my mouth and responded, “Okay, Daddy.” I could feel his coaching working - I was beginning to find myself wanting to delve deeper into my little girl role.

“Let’s see, what else do we have here... Since you’re being such a good girl right now, I’ve got a little treat for you in here, too.”

I began to smile behind my paci. “What is it?” I asked, barely able to control myself.

He took out a big package of crayons and a Little Mermaid coloring book. “I thought my little artist might like a new coloring book!”

Overjoyed by how sweet this was, I beamed. I took out my paci and leaned in for a quick kiss. “Babe! That is the sweetest thing ever. Thank you!”

“You’re welcome baby. I’m excited to see you draw some pictures for Daddy,” he said with a laugh. “Do you want to see your bottle and sippy cup?”

“Oh yes, definitely!” I exclaimed. He took out a large clear bottle with a pink lid and a tan rubber nipple and handed it to me - “Here’s your bottle,” - and then presented a hot pink, sparkly sippy cup with Disney Princesses (Belle, Cinderella, and Sleeping Beauty, to be exact) on it, explaining, “And this is your sippy cup. I imagine this is what you’ll probably want to drink from the most.”

I laughed, “Yeah, you’re right. I love them both! You definitely knew what to pick out.”

“Well, that’s not all babe. There’s still one more thing...”

“Oh,” I said quietly, starting to feel little again, “right.”

“Would you like to see your diapers, baby?” He asked sweetly, as my cheeks turned crimson. “Aw, baby, don’t be embarrassed. Wearing diapers is just part of being a little girl. It’s okay. You’ll be so cozy in them - and Daddy knows how cute you’ll look in them. Are you sure you don’t want to see them? They have ballerinas on them...”

My little girl side took hold, and I looked up in curiosity. “Ballerinas?”

“Yup. They’re really cute, and they’ll keep you safe from having any accidents. And Daddy will take care of changing you and keeping you all nice and clean.”

“Can I see them, Daddy?” I asked, feeling more and more curious, and smaller and smaller by the minute. I was so excited by the prospect of handling a package of diapers that I could feel myself getting even wetter.

“Sure!” He said, taking the package of diapers out of the bag and handing them to me. After spending a few moments inspecting the package, I put it down on the coffee table and he motioned for me to come sit on his lap. I snuggled up on my Daddy’s lap, and he slid his fingers under my skirt and in between my legs, feeling my damp lace thong.

“Oh my!” He said, in mock surprise. “It seems like my little girl is all wet! I guess it was a good idea to pick up these diapers today, after all. I think we’re going to have to take off those wet panties right away and put you into a nice, clean diaper. Here, princess, hand Daddy the package.”

Deeply turned on, I handed him the package, and put my pacifier back into my mouth.

“Come here, little girl. I think someone needs a diaper change.”

I crawled into his lap, and he lifted me up into his arms, with one arm around my back and the other cradling my bottom. His fingers tenderly massaged me through my underwear. We went back to the bedroom, and he gently laid me down on the bed.

“Alright princess, Daddy is going to let you open the package and pick out your first diaper. I’m going to go get the wipes and powder, okay? Stay right there.”

“Okay,” I smiled from behind my pacifier. I enjoyed every second of opening the package, and was overjoyed to find that the baby diapers were thick and just big enough to fit my grown-up hips. I pulled one out and examined the print - pink jumping ballerinas in tutus, with little pink hearts all over. They looked so cute. I ran my finger around the elastic leg bands, moved the diaper in my hands to hear if it made any noise, and unfolded it to look inside.

“Aww! Aren’t you precious?” Daddy said as he watched me examining my diaper. “You checking out your diaper? Ready to get changed, baby?”

I blushed. “Yes, Daddy. I’m all ready.”

“Alright baby. Let’s get you out of your big girl undies - they’re not very comfortable, are they? And it’s no fun to be in wet panties.” He gently lifted my skirt, and then ran his finger across my crotch, feeling my excitement in the form of my damp panties.

“Suck your paci, sweetheart. Daddy will be all done changing you in just one sec.” He slowly slid my panties down my legs, and then took out a wipe and gently began massaging me. He paid my bikini area very special attention, rubbing me down with the cool wipe and stroking me tenderly. With each stroke, I found my body pressing itself against his hand, pleading to be penetrated. He got my hint, and put the wipe aside, expertly using his fingers and making me gasp in pleasure. Then, he slowly got down on his knees and, while keeping his fingers inside of me, began massaging my clit with his tongue. He continued to tempt me with his fingers while licking, bringing me closer and closer to climaxing with each movement. I began to moan, and then to cry out. I lifted my head up off of the bed to look down, and our eyes met. We continued this way, with our eyes locked and his mouth tempting and teasing my little waxed pussy, until my body began to shake with pleasure and I cried out in climax.

It was by far the deepest, most sensual experience I had ever had with a man. He collapsed beside me on the bed, and we both continued to stare into each others’ eyes as we caught our breath. Once we both finally felt calm again, he stood up and took the diaper from my hand.

“Ready for your new diaper, princess?” He asked with a smile.

“I think so...” I said.

“Okay honey.” He opened up the baby powder and gently powdered me - rubbing the powder in cautiously so as not to arouse my recovering body too much. “There we go! All powdered. Mmm, my little girl smells so good!” I blushed. He held on to my calves with one hand, lifting my bottom off of the bed, and slid the diaper gently underneath me. He then lowered me back down, gently parting my legs with a touch of his fingers. “Almost done! Up comes the front!” He said in a sing-songy manner, bringing the front of the diaper up between my legs. Then he pulled the tabs, one at a time, up to the front and gently taped me in. “All done! Who’s that on your diaper, princess?” He asked me in his most Daddyish voice yet. I blushed. “Ballerina...” I said shyly. “Attagirl! My princess is so smart! Alright honeybunny, up we go!” He said to me, and I complied, leaning slightly against him, as I was still woozy from my orgasm. He unfastened my skirt so that I was standing in front of him with just my diaper and a tight polo shirt on.

“Oh Baby. You look precious.”

I smiled and looked down at my diaper. “Thank you, Daddy. I kinda like dems...” I giggled quietly. He lifted me up into his arms and covered me with kisses, causing me to giggle louder.

“Guess what??” He asked me, in between kisses. “Daddy has one more surprise for his baby girl. Do you want to know what it is??”

“Oh yes please Daddy! I wanna know!” I almost shouted. I suddenly felt completely little in his arms.

He walked me back over to the couch and reached back into the canvas bag. “Close your eyes, okay little one? No peeking!” I covered my eyes with my hands.

“Can I look yet? Can I look yet??” I asked, unable to contain my excitement.

“Okay baby. Because you’ve been such a good girl today, Daddy got you something really special. Open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes to see the cutest, cuddliest Care Bear stuffed animal I had ever seen. “Oooh Daddy! Baby Tugs Bear! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“Do you like him? He’s cuddly, hmm? I figured you might need a stuffed animal to play with too. And did you notice that he’s wearing a diaper, too?”

“Yeah, Daddy! Just like me!”

“That’s right baby. You can take care of Baby Tugs Bear, and cuddle him and change his diaper. Just like how Daddy takes care of you.”

Beaming, I cuddled my new stuffed animal in my arms, and then climbed onto Daddy’s lap.

“Daddy, let’s go snuggle!” I said.

We walked back over to the bed and crawled under the covers. We kissed for a few minutes - long, slow kisses that sent shivers up my spine - and shortly thereafter our eyes began to close. I had never felt such pleasure, such joy, such love in my life. Before I drifted off to sleep, I nuzzled my face into his neck and then looked into his eyes, saying “I love you, Daddy. I’m the luckiest little girl in the world.”

 

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