Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33104 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
I step into my panties first and then grab the dress. It’s on the younger end of the age play spectrum. Baby blue with tiny yellow ducks scattered on it in random patterns. It’s comfortable and cotton, but it’s short and hugs my chest tightly. I’ve never seen it before.
I look at myself in the mirror, brush out my blond waves, and secure my hair at the back of my neck. I wonder what the heck we’re doing today and where we might be going? Maybe a play date with other Littles?
When I enter the kitchen, Daddy has breakfast on the table. It’s been a while since he’s cooked for me. Usually he’s already at work before I get up, so I pour myself cereal and watch cartoons while I eat.
The television is not on today, and there’s no chance I’m going to ask him to turn it on. I’m feeling contrite as I slide onto my seat and force myself to take a bite of the scrambled eggs.
I don’t eat this early either of course. Swallowing is hard this morning, but I force myself to try. Daddy doesn’t like it when I waste food.
“Hurry up, baby girl. We have to get going.” He smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead as he leaves the room.
I watch him go, trepidation seeping in. When I look around the room, I see he’s placed two suitcases next to the front door. We must be leaving town. A moment later, he comes back carrying two computer bags. One of them is mine. Oh my.
A few minutes later, it gets even more suspicious when he walks through the room with two large boxes. They must be heavy because he’s showing signs of strain on his face.
Without a word, he opens the front door and starts carting everything out to the SUV.
I finish my breakfast, somehow, and carry my plate to the dishwasher. I’m not the tidiest person, most of the time, but this morning I feel like I should do all the things he often admonishes me for.
I slowly approach him as he finishes loading the SUV. “Where are we going, Daddy?”
“You’ll see.” He grins and pats my head. “Time to get in the car. We have about a three-hour drive ahead of us so use the potty first.”
I turn and head back to the bathroom, my curiosity growing. Part of me is excited. We haven’t gone on a vacation in a long time. Part of me is nervous though, because Daddy said things were going to change starting today. I’m not sure how that correlates to a vacation.
As soon as we are in the SUV, me seated behind Daddy because he says it’s safer, I start to get antsier. I watch out the window, noticing we are headed in the direction of the coast. Maybe we’re going to the beach?
I smooth my dress over my thighs several times, a bit concerned about my Little being exposed to the public. Surely Daddy wouldn’t take me to a public beach resort in this dress.
Although our relationship is very defined in that when I’m in the house I’m expected to be Daddy’s Little, we don’t take it out in public. The only times I’ve ever left the house dressed as a Little have been times we went to a fetish club or another home where age play is also the norm.
Today doesn’t feel like either of those is going to be the case.
As we drive, I close my eyes. After all, it’s too early. If we’re going to be in the car a while, I’m going to nap. I have my favorite stuffed animal, a monkey named Charles that Daddy has rescued from the black trash bag, and I use him as a pillow against the window. I’m grateful Daddy hasn’t left Charles in the black bag. I have no idea when I might see the rest of my toys, but Charles would be a tough loss.
I jolt awake as the car stops, and when I open my eyes, it’s bright outside. We’re in a parking lot, and when Daddy opens my door, I can smell the ocean.
I glance up at him, nervous about my dress.
He recognizes my apprehension and strokes my cheek. “Don’t worry, Little one. Where we’re going, you’re overdressed.”
Trusting his judgment, I climb out of the SUV and watch as Daddy secures a large luggage cart and loads our belongings onto it. So much stuff. Where the heck are we going? I clutch Charles to my chest.
As I follow Daddy, I spot a boat of some sort in front of us, and my gazes moves to the sign next to it. Ferry. I glance up at Daddy, still confused. “We’re going on a ferry?”
“Yep.” He winks at me. “You haven’t figured it out yet, Little one?”