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He nodded.

“Me, too. I need to see about our dinner. I was thinking of ordering a pizza.”

He sat up fast, bouncing on the bed. His diaper made crinkly sounds.

“Yes, Daddy. Pizza!”

“It’s decided, then.”

“Yeah!” He threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. He started to run to the door.

“Wait. Hold on,” I said. “Slippers first.”

He came back to the bed. “I don’t have any.”

“Daddies are magic. It just so happens I have some for you.”

“What? How?”

“I’ve had them for a while. They’re too small for me. Still in the package. Shall we see if they fit?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I brought out the clear plastic package and showed it to him.

His eyes widened. “Daddy, those are pink and fuzzy. With eyes. You didn’t buy them for you,” he demanded.

“Yes. I like fuzzy fun things, too, baby. I told you. I like toys and cute things. I store some things in case I have the perfect someone to gift them to.”

“Me?” He poked at his chest.

“Yep. You’re my perfect someone.”

He perched on the edge of the bed as I knelt and put them on him. I sat back.

“Well? How do they feel?”

He wiggled his feet. “Warm. And fuzzy.” He giggled.

“Excellent.”

“Thank you, Daddy.” He jumped up, grabbed Brobear and yelled, “I’m going to see the tree, now and wait for the pizza.”

As I watched him go, I realized my next step in our relationship was getting him to move in with me.

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Iloved my onesie. I liked seeing my legs bare. My skin was flawless, the hair on my shins and thighs light. The scars didn’t touch them.

Max wanted me at his house every night. I didn’t argue. I was in love. I couldn’t imagine going home to my condo and sleeping in my cold bed alone.

The week after the tree went up, every night after work I traded off changing into the onesie or my footie jammies. I was more confident now in my desires. I always demanded a diaper. Max liked taking care of me that way a lot. Often, he would rub me with his fingers or suck me into his mouth, and then stroke himself against me until we both got off before fastening the diaper.

Sometimes we would do it again in the middle of the night. He’d unfasten my diaper and play with me until I was breathless and seeing stars. I’d never felt so exposed, and so precious.

I had been thinking about going further with Max since the day we’d started dating. Going all the way. Anal penetration.

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