Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Tricia handed her one of the cups as soon as she shut the door. “Use both hands and be careful, it’s still hot.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” It was kind of weird how easily Mindy assumed an automatic submissive role in front of Tricia, addressing her politely as if they were in the club about to do a scene.
She didn’t think they were going to do a scene tonight. Tricia had said they were just going to talk. However, right off the bat Mindy felt herself slipping into a deeper submission, partly from addressing the woman as Ma’am.
“Would you like to sit at the table or on the couch?” Tricia asked.
“Table,” Mindy blurted, not wanting Tricia to realize how uncomfortable her loveseat was.
“Table it is then.” Tricia set her own cup down and pulled out a chair for Mindy, helping her get settled before pushing it up to the table.
When Mindy lifted the cup to her lips to take a careful sip, Tricia pointed at it. “Both hands, Baby girl,” she admonished. “Would you rather I poured it into a sippy cup or a bottle?”
Mindy shook her head. “No, Ma’am. I’m sorry. I’ll use both hands.” She also squirmed in her seat at the admonishment.
“Good girl,” Tricia praised. “How about if I start by telling you things I think you should know about The Nurturing Center, and then you can ask me questions if I leave anything out? Please feel free to interrupt me at any time though, Baby girl.”
Mindy nodded. That sounded perfect. She was too embarrassed to ask what she wanted to know. Plus, she wasn’t even sure what her questions were.
Tricia set her elbows on the table and leaned forward, threading her fingers together loosely. “First, let me say that The Nurturing Center is a top-notch facility. The doctors and nurses there are very professional. Their goal is to help Littles adjust to a way of life more suited for them.”
“Are all the Littles Babies?” Mindy asked.
Tricia nodded. “Yes. The Nurturing Center is for full regression. Littles who join the program arrive with a wide range of experience. Some of them only recently realized they were Little; others have been living in the lifestyle for a long time.”
“Like me.” Mindy chewed on her bottom lip.
“Sort of except you haven’t been living as an infant, and you do set your Little aside in order to work most days. At The Center, you’d learn to live authentically as a Baby all the time with no exceptions.”
“I wouldn’t work?” Mindy asked incredulously.
“Nope. There are some Littles who have graduated from the program and now live in the attached gated community who work in some capacity. However, that wouldn’t happen for a long time, and it’s only in special circumstances where the Little can maintain her role easily.”
“How could I afford this? I don’t have any money?”
Tricia smiled. “It’s fully funded by the community, Baby girl. The Mommies and Daddies who live in the area and support The Center fund it.”
“So I would quit my job?” Mindy was finding it easy to keep firing off questions now that they’d started.
“Yes. And move out of your apartment. You would box up your special belonging for The Center to store for you until you find your forever Mommy or Daddy.”
“What if I’m not a good fit, and it doesn’t work out? I wouldn’t have my job or my apartment anymore.” This was Mindy’s biggest concern.
“The success rate at The Center is unprecedented, Baby girl. Some Littles take longer than others to get placed with a caregiver, but all of them eventually do. We call that adoption.”
“What do you do there?”
“I’m the manager for the daycare where Littles go during the day while their caregiver is at work.”
“Oh.” She hadn’t thought about that. “They can’t just stay at home alone?” After all, all Littles were grown adults who could take care of themselves.
Tricia shook her head. “Littles are never left unattended, Baby girl. They live permanently at a very young age when it’s not appropriate to be left alone.”
That was hard for Mindy to wrap her head around. She enjoyed being Little as often as possible, but she couldn’t imagine being able to fully shut off her grown-adult side and never bringing it back out. “Are Littles allowed to talk?”
“Yes. That’s the one exception. Unless their little mouths are plugged with a pacifier or bottle, Littles are permitted to speak and communicate with their caregivers and other Littles.”
“They don’t walk?”
“Not at first. The success rate of The Center stems from starting over from birth, learning to let other people take care of you in every way. Doing so helps Littles recenter themselves, let go of everything life has thrown at them, and start from scratch in every way.”
Mindy shuddered as she thought about the implications. Diapers, bottles, cribs, changing tables…