She tips her head back and smiles. “I like it when you call me Little one.”
“Good. It’s hard for me to avoid using the endearment. It’s how I see you.”
“I am a lot smaller than you.”
I shake my head. “It has nothing to do with size. Little is a state of mind.”
She shrugs. “But in our case, you’re huge and I’m small.”
I chuckle. “True.”
“No one has ever picked me up like you do. I don’t think I’ve known anyone who could. They’d have to be strong and big.”
I hold her up with one forearm under her bottom and lift my other arm to flex my muscles. “Thank goodness I’ve been working out for years to prepare for you.”
“I could walk, though.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
She giggles.
I lower her gently onto the couch. “How about if I find a package with some pretty dresses in it? If you want to wear one, you can. If you don’t, that’s okay, too.”
She sits up. “Okay.”
I’m going to hold my breath every time she opens something new, worrying constantly that she might curl up her nose and balk. That’s okay. She doesn’t have to like everything I bought, nor does she have to enjoy every aspect of age play.
I’d say it’s solidly obvious that she is Little on many levels. That’s proven. But there could very well be parts of the lifestyle that don’t interest her. I don’t mind. She can take or leave whatever she wants. At this point, all I care about is the fact that she’s mine, she’s apparently going to let me take care of her to some extent, and she’s embraced everything I’ve tossed her way so far.
I move a few packages around, noting where they came from, until I come to a box I know contains clothes. After carrying it to the couch, I set it on the coffee table and rip open the top. Yep, Little clothes.
I pull a pack of panties out first. They’re similar to the ones she already owns but in pretty colors and styles. She giggles when I hand them to her.
“Yeah?”
“Depends…” She tips her head to one side. “Are you planning to put dresses on me that are as short as this nightgown so that everyone will see my panties?”
“Yep.”
She throws her head back against the cushions and sighs dramatically. So Little. So adorable.
“Let’s see what else is in here.” I pull out a dress. It’s not a particularly special one. Just something comfortable she could wear around the house. A purple cotton one. It will barely cover her bottom. I hold it up.
“Mmm. Interesting choice.” She takes it from me. “It’s not really that odd, other than the length. You have a thing for my thighs, don’t you?”
I lean over, cup her face, and kiss her. “I have a thing for every inch of you, Little girl.” I pull back and remove another package from the box.
“Bras. Shocking. I thought you were going to ban them,” she sasses.
As she lunges for the pack, I pull them out of her reach. “Tsk tsk. Such a naughty girl. So sassy. For your information, I noticed your students could only see your face and shoulders while you were teaching class last night. Now, I don’t really think you need a bra to teach class, but I thought you might feel slightly self-conscious or get distracted worrying if the camera might dip too low occasionally, so I bought you a pack of bras. But if you’re going to be sassy about it…”
“A pack… You do realize bras don’t usually come in packs. They’re individual items.”
“Well, these bras are from a special store for Littles. They come in packs because they aren’t meant to make you feel very grown up. I grabbed your size from the bra you were wearing earlier.”
She leans around me, trying to see better. “They’re pastel. Also odd.”
“They match some of the panties I got that are still in the box,” I inform her. “Wouldn’t want you to be mismatched under your dresses.”
