Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Hopefully, that would be fast?
Bouncing into the bedroom, I quickly stripped off my clothes and jumped into the closet where I’d hidden the pretty nightgown dress thing that Lane had helped me pick out. I looked so cute and so pretty and I had a feeling Daddy was going to put me in the cage next time I wore it because Lane had said lots of Doms liked that.
He’d been very helpful once I’d stopped worrying about asking questions.
He hadn’t even thought it was weird when I hadn’t been as big as I’d started off being. He’d thought little me was cute, and even the puppy thought so too.
“Alright, step one, look naughty cute.” Twirling around and making the nightie whirl around me, I giggled. “Step two, panties.”
The puppy had said Doms liked unwrapping their surprise, so I should wear the panties the first time Daddy saw me. He was very smart.
“Step three. Look pretty.” So I hurried to the bathroom.
Lane had said that Wilder said that Daddy said he liked the models that wore a little bit of makeup when they were in their pretty clothes. Then Wilder had said that Daddy said he liked me just the way I was and I wasn’t supposed to worry about being someone else.
That was when I’d realized why they were friends…they both worried a lot.
Daddy said it was because Wilder was so much fun to poke at but I knew the truth. Two worriers made one full Dom. But I didn’t need a full Dom, I wanted a Daddy, so it worked out perfect.
The puppy had agreed with me too. He’d said Lane hadn’t wanted a full Dom either, so it’d worked out for both of us.
He was so nice he’d even made sure they sent me some makeup in my box so I didn’t have to pick it out myself. I’d been worried about how to put it on until he’d explained it was just painting my face and that had to be easier than painting a picture.
He was right.
Daddy knew such smart people.
The puppy had even sent me links to the blog posts that showed the models that liked to look pretty getting all prettied.
He was right.
It was much easier than painting butts.
Twirling into the bathroom to make my nightie poof out around me, I set my phone on the counter and pulled up the pictures I wanted to copy.
“Little bit here and little bit there.” I put on just a tiny bit of eye shadow and mascara because Lane said a little bit went a long way, and I wanted to look cute not dramatic. We’d all agreed that would probably be a very Dom look and I didn’t want to confuse Daddy…so subtle it was.
“I look so cute.” Taking a picture in the mirror like they’d said to do, I sent it off to Lane and the puppy once I’d checked to make sure my panties weren’t showing. We’d all agreed that Daddy might not want me showing pictures of me in my panties even though the puppy said that we were panty-showing friends, so he thought I didn’t need to worry.
I’d never had panty-showing friends.
Daddy knew the most interesting people.
They were more interesting than my shoe friend or my friend who had the weird neighbors…and they were very polite and encouraging too because in seconds they came back with wonderful compliments and lots of good jobs.
Twirling one more time because it made me look so cute, I made myself stop so I didn’t accidentally get dizzy. “Alright. Time to show Daddy how cute I look and then big me and Daddy will get happies.”
I just hoped little me remembered the plan.
Dressing up was so much fun.
But getting undressed would be fun too…and just thinking about that made me giggle.
Happy.
Happy.
Happies.
“You’re making me wait a long time for my surprise. I’m very curious.” Daddy’s voice made me want to laugh again, but I was good and straightened up. I wanted to look fabulous, not giggly. “Can I come in or should I wait in the living room?”
Oh, good question.
“The bed, Daddy. You go sit on the bed. You look very handsome that way.” Yes, and it would look very grown-up and romantic.
Telling myself no more twirling, I took a deep breath and decided to just pretend I was big. Whispering to myself as I looked in the mirror one more time, I nodded. “You’re a big grown-up now and you’re going to remember everything Lane and Wilder and the puppy said. You’re very cute and Daddy is going to love unwrapping his present.”
And it was okay if Daddy liked the pretty models because he loved me.
Wilder had said so.
Then he’d told me not to tell Daddy I knew.
Lane had said Wilder had a hard time with secrets because he was just too nice.