I already told them this yesterday, but I wanted to say it on here
Happy late birthday to J, Jay, and my love, Victor. Love them all
Not edited (you'd think I've learned by now to edit but I'm lazy)
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I blush under his gaze, looking back down to continue coloring.
"You're so beautiful, baby." He tells me, making me giggle.
I'm currently Skyping my boyfriend, Vic. I call him daddy when no one else is around.
I was around fifteen when I started to slip into my headspace, and I had no idea what was going on. Since my brain was slipping into the mindset of a child, I figured that stress was doing this to me, that I wanted to act young to block out the harsh world around me.
It wasn't until I met Vic nearly a year later that I understood what was happening to me. Vic told be that I'm a little, and he accepted me. He was at first just a temporary caregiver, since he knew I couldn't find anyone else. It wasn't until a few months ago that he asked me to be his boyfriend/little, and of course I said yes.
Vic is an attractive guy, and he's really into daddy Dom/little boy stuff. He keeps stuffies and coloring books at his house for me, and stuff along those lines. I have some coloring books and a teddy bear here, but I have to hide them when other people are home. My parents and sister would probably be disgusted in me if they ever found out.
Right now, I'm the only one home. I'm laying on my stomach in a black T-shirt and some pink panties, with some frilly socks on my feet as I color a picture of SpongeBob. My parents are at work, and Kailey is at her boyfriend's house.
"Daddy?" I ask sheepishly, looking into his eyes through the screen.
"Yes, baby doll?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, making me smile shyly. Baby doll is my favorite nickname.
"Can I come over later?" I ask, taking a sip of orange juice from my sippy cup.
"I'll pick you up later baby, just finish coloring your picture." He says, and I nod, continuing like he asked me to. I hum 'The best day ever', my favorite SpongeBob song, while I color, my tongue sticking out in concentration. Even while focusing as much as I can, I still manage to color outside of the lines a bit.
I look up to ask Vic a question, but I hear my bedroom door open behind me. I gasp and close the laptop, turning to meet the eyes of my mother. I climb under the covers of my bed absolutely mortified, my eyed wide in fear.
"What...?" She whispers, her eyes scanning my bed. She looks at the coloring book with crayons splayed across the blanket, my teddy bear sitting up against the wall. My sippy cup sits on my nightstand, along with my pacifier and phone.
She rips the blanket away from me, leaving my bottom half exposed as the crayons fly everywhere. She gazes at my panties in confusion, and it's like something clicks in her mind. One moment she's confused, and the next she's downright disgusted.
"I've heard about people like you." She says quietly, but that quirt voice doesn't last long.
"You're one of those freaks that pretend to be toddlers!" She shrieks, not holding back any of her anger as she paces my room.
