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Tricia produced a plain white onesie next and tugged it over Mindy’s head before guiding her arms through the holes.
Mindy whimpered when she had to pull her thumb out for a few seconds and settled once again as Tricia tugged the onesie down her body, finishing by snapping the babyish outfit between her legs.
When she was finished, she smoothed her hands up Mindy’s tummy until she cupped Mindy’s breasts. “I brought several onesies like this one. I want you to wear them most of the time. They will help you get into the headspace.
Mindy glanced down when Tricia removed her hands from her boobs, noticing the material was thin. She could see the dark shading of her areolas as well as the obvious sharp points of her nipples.
Tricia reached into the box again and pulled out a bottle. “I’m going to go fill this with formula and help you get settled for the night. Don’t move.” She handed Mindy her stuffed tiger and patted the thick diaper between Mindy’s legs before leaving her.
Mindy barely had time to catch her breath before Tricia was back, shaking an adult-sized bottle. She helped Mindy turn so that she was lying the correct direction on the bed, sat on the edge, and brought the nipple to her mouth.
Curious, Mindy removed her thumb yet again and let the nipple in. She hoped the formula tasted good since she was expected to drink it often.
It took her a second to wrap her tongue around the nipple before she sucked. She moaned around the first taste. It was yummy.
Tricia smiled. “Good, huh?”
Mindy nodded and kept sucking.
Tricia rubbed her tummy while she drank the bottle. By the time it was empty, Mindy’s eyes were heavy.
Tricia leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Such a good girl. I’m going to tuck you in. I want you to stay in bed all night. Use your diaper when you need to. Don’t try to hold it. I want you to leave for work tomorrow with an empty bladder. Remember what I said. The bathroom at work is for emergencies, not a replacement for your diapers.” She lifted a brow.
Mindy nodded.
Tricia pulled one more thing out of the box and held it up. A binky. Before she popped it into Mindy’s mouth, she asked her one more question.
“What’s my hard rule, Baby girl?”
Mindy licked her lips. “I won’t touch my titties or my pussy, Ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Tricia let her have the pacifier before she rose and pulled the covers up over her. “I can’t be here every day to help you make good choices. I’ll try to come some evenings, but you need to make this commitment on your own, Baby girl. If you can’t do it, you won’t be a good fit for The Nurturing Center.”
Mindy nodded agreement. She wasn’t super fond of the idea of managing diapers and bottles on her own, but she really loved how she felt in this younger head space, so she would obey all the instructions. After all, it was important. Like Tricia said, if she didn’t like this trial, she wouldn’t like The Nurturing Center.
“I’m going to fill several bottles for you and put them in the fridge before I go. When you wake up, start this new routine immediately. Text or call me if you have concerns. If I don’t answer right away, I will as soon as I can.” Tricia leaned over to kiss Mindy’s forehead yet again. “Sleep tight, Baby girl.”
Mindy watched as the amazing woman, who just might be her savior, left the room. She listened as Tricia moved around in the kitchen and felt sad as soon as the door to the apartment clicked shut.
Closing her eyes, she let herself relax into the mattress, lying on her back with her tiger tucked against her and her legs spread wide to accommodate the bulky diaper.
She drifted off to sleep to visions of a future when a Daddy would do all the things for her that Tricia had just done. Except her vision kept changing to Tricia herself as the caregiver.
Mindy found she liked that visual. Tricia was so kind. Her smile was so pretty. She was caring and wonderful. Too bad Mindy was in the market for a Daddy. She’d bet Tricia would make an amazing Mommy.
She suddenly cringed, wondering if perhaps Tricia was already someone’s Mommy. Or hell, more than one someone. Tricia hadn’t said whether or not she had a Little of her own, but Mindy suspected not since Tricia was often at the club on weekend nights.
For some reason, that realization calmed Mindy. The idea of Tricia helping other Little girls didn’t sit well. She was feeling greedy.
Smiling contentedly, she finally fell asleep.
ChapterFive
Mindy settled into a strange new routine, adjusting to two far more distinct mindsets than before. Her Little was littler, and she eagerly embraced the new headspace every time she wasn’t at work.
Every morning, she lingered in her Baby space right up until she left for the supermart. Every evening, she dropped her adult at the door of her apartment as fast as she could.
Somehow she managed to compartmentalize, but she felt more and more out of body when she was at work, as if she were pretending to be an adult for those hours. In her heart, she was very Little. Those were the times she was authentic. Working was simply something she did to pay the bills. Her adult felt like a lie. A fraud.
