Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 102(@300wpm)
"I can set everything up," Joey added helpfully. "It'll be all ready for you to have fun!"
"That would be wonderful, thank you," Daddy smiled at them. "Because Andy and I have one more stop to make." The toy store had made me forget about the clothing Daddy promised, but now my belly tingled with anticipation.
Ian nodded. "No problem. Let's get you checked out and Joey and I will take care of everything."
Joey lifted the giant doll house like it weighed nothing, and we all headed to the register so Daddy could pay for my treasures. There wasn't a luckier boy in the whole world.
Chapter Six
Tage
I helped Andy out of the car and onto the sidewalk in front of a shop called Jenna's Closet. It specialized in products in the age-play lifestyle, from diapers to clothes and even furniture. This city had so much to offer if you knew where to look.
I opened the door and led Andy inside with a hand to his lower back. I smiled as I looked around the shop; two other littles, one boy and one girl, were there shopping with their Daddies, who looked proud as punch. I was both proud and grateful to be there with my own special boy.
I leaned my mouth close to Andy's ear and asked, "Are you ready to look at some pretty clothes?" Andy nodded, but he didn't seem as excited as I imagined he would be. "Is something wrong, duckling?"
His eyes bounced between the other littles before he whispered to me, "What if the clothes don't fit?"
Oh, my sweet boy. The other littles were smaller in size than my Andy, which brought his self-consciousness to the surface. He was worried that his desire would be denied, and the thought hurt my heart.
But Andy didn't need to worry; I knew that this store was accommodating to all, and offered a wide range of sizes. Everyone deserved to live the life they wanted, while looking exactly the way they wished.
"Not only will they fit, they'll look amazing on your gorgeous body," I insisted, and a shy smile crossed his lips. "But before we look at outfits, let's pick something to go underneath them."
I took him to shelves on the wall, which held packages of diapers. In front of the racks was a stand which held a single diaper, set out so that shoppers could see its pattern and feel the material.
"What do you think of these?"
Andy lifted the diaper and traced his fingers over the cotton. "It's soft," he said as he gave it a squeeze. But I noticed as he inspected it that there was no twinkle of interest in his eyes.
"Not for you?" I gathered, and Andy shook his head.
"I don't think so." I wasn't surprised; while Andy was interested in a Daddy's guidance, acceptance, and companionship, he didn't seem drawn to certain age regression items like diapers or bottles. Everyone was different in their needs. "Is that okay?"
"Of course it is. Let's see; if these don't interest you, I bet these will." I took his hand and guided him to another set of shelves. They held an assortment of panties in many different colors and patterns.
"Oh, Daddy!" Andy exclaimed excitedly. "They're so pretty! And look!" He lifted a pair and held them in front of his pelvic region. "I think they'll fit!" He looked down at the red cotton in his hands and sighed. "Oh. Maybe this kind aren't for me." I cocked my head in question and he flipped the underwear around to show me the words Daddy's Girl scripted across the backside.
"Are you sure about that?" I picked up a pink pair and winked as I flipped them around, showing off the silver script reading, Daddy's Boy.
"Oh, I love them!"
"Then you'll have them." Andy thanked me with another tight hug. "Pick out as many as you like."
Andy's grin was wide as he rummaged through the panties. Within just a couple of minutes, he'd collected a black lacy pair, some made of purple cotton with pink hearts printed on them, and some yellow ones adorned with teddy bears. I couldn't wait to see them on his delectable plump bottom.
While Andy collected more cute undies, something in the corner of my eye caught my attention. When he had an armful and was satisfied with his choices, I told him, "Close your eyes."
He did so without question, and allowed me to lead him across the room to a clothing rack. I positioned myself in front of him so that I could see his reaction when I told him, "Open your eyes."
Andy's eyelids popped open and he gasped at the sight of a tank top covered in red sequins. He'd told me that he always dreamed of wearing a glittery top, and now one was within his reach. "What do you think?"