She's Not Well (The Artful Dodger) [TBS]

Part 22 - Lovely Little Yellow Duck

I swear whenever I approach her with a question like this, it's like a switch flips suddenly, she becomes incredibly drowsy and withdraws into her silence. I swear sometimes she thinks I'm an idiot.

But today was different. I had a well-thought-out plan in mind. Doctor Iblis was scheduled to return today, and I was determined to showcase her progress. I wanted to demonstrate how far she had come, not just for my own sake but to prove to Doctor Iblis that I was right and he was wrong.

I settled onto the edge of the bed, my gaze fixed on Y/n as she stood by her wardrobe, carefully selecting her outfit for the day. The morning sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow around her.

As she pulled on a sleek white stocking, she playfully hopped a little to help it slide up her leg. In that brief moment, she lost her balance, and before she could steady herself, she tumbled into my arms.

I caught her of course, the laughter bubbling up between us, "whoa there!" I laughed as I helped her back to her feet, "Two legs little duck," I warned her, helping her to get them, "You'd make a very terrible flamingo." 

she merely giggled and adjusted her stockings a little, before she grabbed her thin cotton slip tossing it over her head, and pulled it down in little tugs until it was smooth against her skin doing very little to hide her shape, the curve of her ass making the back hemline of the slip higher than the bottom, her little nipples perky to the cold poking through the thin fabric. Next, she pulled her petticoat pulling it up around her waist shifting her hips from side to side to make it swish. 

I chuckled, and spoke up, "Y/n?"

She looked at me over her shoulder while she shifted through her hung dresses,

"Why don't you wear a corset?" I asked, "Most ladies your age do,"

she shook her head sadly,

"Let me guess, Doctor Iblis says no?"

She nodded,

"Ah! Figured. Why?"

She pulled out one of her hair ribbons and placed it like corset lacing, then pulled it out and wrapped it around her neck,

"OH!" I gasped,

She nodded,

"... Okay, I guess that does make sense the asylum wouldn't want you having access to anything you might... hurt yourself or anyone else with." I nodded, "But you're not dangerous, and you're not surrounded by people who aren't mentally well all the time now. I don't see why you couldn't have one." 

She turned with the most excited little smile,

"Yeah? You'd like that?"

She nodded so fast she was almost bouncing up and down, 

"Awww, and then maybe we can find you some more to wear." I smirked getting to my feet and wrapping my arms around her giving her a good squeeze, "Won't that be nice? Some nice sculpted dress to show off how pretty you are." I smirked running my hands up and down her waist and hips, picturing her in a snug little dress with a corset to show off her curves. 

She nodded but playfully shoved me away so she could continue getting dressed, 

"leave it to me little duck. I will find you a cute little corset to wear," I cooed,

She pulled out a charming little yellow dress from her wardrobe. The fabric was adorned with delicate, textured flowers, The dress featured an elegant white lace trim that outlined the hem, waist, neckline, and sleeves. As she slipped it on and meticulously buttoned it up. With a sparkle in her eyes, she stepped back and twirled, as the dress flared out around her, the lace dancing playfully in the air. A wide smile spread across her face,

"You look lovely," I told her taking her hands and pressing kisses to her knuckles, "My lovely little yellow duck today." I took her little yellow ribbon and made her a nice little bow in her hair the way she likes. "Now, you ready to show off to your doctor how much progress you've been making, with him gone?" 

she nodded and hugged my torso tight, "Love Jack."

"Humm Love you too Y/n" I cooed hugging her back and kissing her cute little head, "Come on, let's show that stupid doctor how wrong he is about my little duck."