Page 21 of Eloise's Daddies
A red-haired Little girl pops out from behind Ms. Whitman. “Eloise! I heard about you from Felicity. I was going to ask my Daddy if we could have a play date. I’m so glad you came in. Oh,” she holds out a hand to me. “I’m Lizzy.”
I shake her hand in a silly formal way, making us both giggle. “Felicity told me about you too. She said you went to Rawhide Ranch for vacation one time.”
“I did. It was so much fun! I can’t believe you actually get to live there.”
I laugh. “I can’t believe you actually get to livehere.”
“Good point.” Lizzy shrugs dramatically. Suddenly I realize she’s wearing a dress. I can tell she has a diaper on, but I haven’t seen a single Little on the island in anything but a T-shirt.
I lick my lips. “I, uh, like your dress.”
Lizzy spins around, letting it flair out. “Thank you. Do you want me to help you find a book?” She glances at Ms. Whitman. “May I please help Eloise?”
“If it’s okay with her Daddies, and if you girls stay where we can see you and out of trouble,” Ms. Whitman responds in what I assume is her sternest voice. It’s not very stern.
I look back at Daddy and Papa. “Is it okay? Please?”
Papa chuckles. “I’m not going to stand in the way of a Little girl who wants to check out library books.”
Daddy shakes his head. “Certainly not. Behave.”
Lizzy reaches for my hand and lures me to the middle of the room before she starts pointing out all the categories labeled above the aisles.
I glance back at my Daddies to find them in conversation with Ms. Whitman. “Why do you get to wear a dress?” I whisper now that we’re alone.
She glances down. “Oh, because I’m working. Littles can wear pants or dresses or skirts when they’re working as long as it’s still obvious they also have a diaper on. It lets customers know we’re Little but on the clock. It’s how you can tell the difference between the Mommies and the Daddies and the Littles.”
“Oh. That’s cool.”
“When I’m not working, I still dress like all the other Littles on the island.”
“I see.” Cool system. I guess it works.
“What kind of books do you want to check out? If we choose some, then we can sit down at one of the tables and chat while the grownups peruse the aisles.”
I glance again, but no one is listening to me. “Do you have any books about taking care of animals?”
Lizzy grins. “Sure.” She grabs my hand again and leads me to a section labeled pets. It’s not exactly what I had in mind, but I bet I can find something interesting in this aisle.
“Do you have a dog or a cat?” Lizzy asks while I scan the titles.
“No. I just like them.”
“Will your Daddies let you get one someday?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. I haven’t asked.”
“Why not? Can’t hurt to ask,” Lizzy points out.
“Maybe…” I pick up a book and flip through it. It’s about bottle feeding puppies and kittens when they get separated from their mommies. It looks interesting, so I hold on to it and then grab two more books about training dogs and how to make sure your indoor kitten gets the right stimulation.
I glance at my Daddies as I follow Lizzy to a table. They smile and wave as we take our seats.
“I guess your life isn’t really much different from mine,” Lizzy points out. “We both live someplace where we get to be Little fulltime.”
I nod. “True, but it’s more intense here. Or maybe just…younger. Which makes it seem more intense.”
“That’s true. Living fully regressed is…deeper I guess you could say. We Littles here don’t have much freedom. Not that Littles at Rawhide Ranch have a great deal of freedom either, but at least enough to sneak out and get up to shenanigans sometimes.”
