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“Wow, so she’s a woman and I’m a girl?”
He grinned. “That’s a funny question, coming from someone dressed as pink cotton candy.”
I plumbed down on the bed but quickly jumped up when I felt the wetness of my diaper. The warm feeling was gone, now it was just gross.
“Whatever,” I muttered grumpily. “Just get me out of this dirty diaper already.”
He nudged me into the bathroom and turned the water faucets on. “I feel like all I do here is dress you and undress you,” he said.
I didn’t say anything.
As humiliating, annoying, and embarrassing as this might be, at least he was with me and not her. There were a ton of things I would have much rather been doing with him like playing cards, pool, or even foosball, but this was still better than being ignored.
“You know what Bruce said.” Gabriel was pulling my shirt over my head and left me topless. In a reflex I covered my breasts.
“You’ll have to let me wash you everywhere this time.”
“I know,” I murmured low and lifted my leg when he pulled my leggings off. I didn’t look when he took the diaper off but it felt cool on my skin where it had been.
“Come on, get in the tub,” he said and took my hand to support me.
I sat down and pulled my legs up in front of me to cover my chest.
“You know that I’ve already seen your body, right?” he asked in a no-nonsense voice. “I think it’s better if you just relax and let me wash you. Lean back and close your eyes if you’re shy.”
“I’m not shy,” I lied.
“Good, because as Bruce has said many times, this is not a sexual thing. Why don’t you try to play along and pretend that you’re really just a little girl and that I’m your father.”
I sighed and closed my eyes. “I’ll try.”
“Do you want me to hum that song from yesterday?” he asked.
“Sure, why not.”
The water was warm and his hands were washing me in a firm yet gentle manner while he hummed a little and then he started chuckling low. “Once when I was a Boy Scout I went on a week-long camping trip. I don’t remember what I did to deserve it, but I ended up scrubbing ten pounds of Russell potatoes.”
I opened one eye. “Are you saying washing me reminds you of scrubbing potatoes.”
“Apparently so, since the memory just popped up.”
“Gee, thanks – you really know just how to flatter a girl.”
“Sorry, close your eyes and think of something else while I wash your private parts.”
I closed my eyes, but every nerve ending was alert when he gently and quickly washed my breasts. If I had been brave, I would have asked him what he thought of them, since he was the first guy to see me topless. But I wasn’t, so I kept quiet and tried to keep my heart from galloping out of my chest when he gently pushed my legs aside and washed me between them. The cloth brushed my most sensitive spot and I involuntarily jerked.
“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” he asked
I opened my eyes and looked into his concerned brown gaze. “No, I’m just not used to anyone touching me down there. It’s very sensitive.”
“I’ll be more careful.”
“Okay, try again.”
Very gently he wiped me clean and washed my inner thighs and all the way between my cheeks.
I couldn’t look at him but leaned my head back and closed my eyes.
“I think that should do it,” he said softly. “Are you cold?”
“No, the water is nice and hot,” I answered before I realized what he might be hinting at. I opened my eyes and saw him quickly look away. Yep, my nipples were hard and pointy.
He got up from the floor to get a towel. I should have just said something like “Hey, remember what you said about showering with a naked woman and potentially getting an unwanted reaction? Well, it’s the same thing for women – just because my body reacts doesn’t mean I want you.“ The old me would have said something like that, but Black wasn’t here and as Cia, I didn’t have the same armor or toughness.
I missed being Black.
