Page 6 of I.S.O Daddy

"Nothing outrageous," she agreed. Her mother was silent for a long moment, then primly cleared her throat.

"Be there an hour early so I can approve of your outfit," she said. "And probably fix the mess." She said it under her breath, but Abbie still heard her loud and clear. Her mother hung up without a goodbye, but she didn't care.

She snatched her phone up, anticipation swirling in her belly as she opened her notifications.

Oh my God! Responses!

She'd decided to add a photo of herself, but covered most of her face. If anyone in her real life ever found out about her being a Little, she wouldn't have a choice but to hide forever. She'd probably have to move to a new state—no, a new country. Her mother always reminded her how much she embarrassed the family, if they knew about this part of her? She'd be disowned.

Still, excitement filled her as she unlocked her phone and went to the Gregslist app. Her thumb shook as she went to her inbox and stared at the few messages she'd gotten.

Slowly, her smile fell.

BigEd69:

Sexy baby. I'll be your Daddy.

She looked at his profile and grimaced. He looked older than her grandfather.

Pass.

Bobby765:

Feet pics. $75

She gagged.

Definite pass.

She was open to a lot of things, but she hated feet. If she didn't need her own to walk and generally function, she'd chop them off so she'd never have to look at anyone's feet ever.

CarGuy33:

What kind of daddy issues do you have? Sad.

She threw her phone onto the couch, ignoring the tight lump in her throat. She didn't have daddy issues.

She just wanted someone to baby her, and take care of her. To spoil her like a little princess and protect her. She wanted someone who could discipline her when she needed it, and comfort her. And, of course, she wanted someone to fuck her when she needed to come.

And she wanted to call that person Daddy.

That wasn't such a bad thing, was it?

Maybe posting had been a mistake. A big stupid mistake. She made a lot of them, but this felt like her biggest one.

Maybe she should just take the listing down.

But what if a Daddy responded?

She stared up at her glow-in-the-dark stars stuck to her ceiling. She was mostly just tired of being lonely. Maybe that was the real reason she posted the listing in the first place, and why she was keeping it up.

Why was it so hard for her to make friends?

She'd been in school for three years, had been working at the museum for a year, yet, despite that, she'd made no friends.

What was wrong with her?

She didn't smell. And she didn't think she was that weird. Okay, so she had a thing for otters, and according to her mother, she liked wearing outrageous makeup. And liked glitter. No, she loved glitter.

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