Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33327 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Mindy smiled around the binky.
“I’m going to leave my phone number and a pamphlet about The Nurturing Center for you on the kitchen table. I’d like you to think about the possibility of starting your life over at The Center. I think you’d be an excellent fit. Will you think about it, Baby girl?”
Mindy nodded.
“Good girl. I want you to call or text me if you have any questions, okay?”
Mindy nodded again.
Tricia leaned over and kissed Mindy on the temple. “Sleep tight, Baby girl.” As she left, she turned out all the lights except for the princess nightlight in the hallway.
A tightness formed in Mindy’s chest as the front door snicked shut. She felt strangely empty and lonely. She’d been alone for a long time, so that seemed silly, but tonight she’d had a taste of something new, and its absence left a void.
She was too tired to think about it anymore tonight. Closing her eyes, she let sleep drag her under.
Chapter Four
It took Mindy three days before she sat in the chair at the table in front of the two items Tricia had left for her. A trifold pamphlet about The Nurturing Center and a business card with Tricia’s phone number.
Mindy didn’t have a computer, so she couldn’t google The Nurturing Center, and the pamphlet was vague. It didn’t really supply her with enough information, which was probably intentional. If The Center was the sort of place Tricia had described—a place for Littles to fully regress—then they wouldn’t be able to advertise all the specific details in a pamphlet.
On day four, after a long day at work, Mindy sat on her small loveseat with the business card in her hand. She flipped it around several times. She didn’t need it. She’d memorized the number.
She was curious, and she had a million questions, but she was also scared. More importantly, though, she was lonely. She’d been living alone for four years, working long hours for little pay and barely scraping by. She used every extra dime she earned to pay her membership fees for the club she belonged to. It was her only indulgence.
Something inside her changed the other night with Tricia though. She wasn’t sure how much of the change had to do with Tricia herself or if Tricia just happened to be the catalyst. The one who introduced Mindy to another level of age play.
Every time Mindy thought back on that evening, she smiled. She’d been smiling when she awoke the next morning too. Memories flooded her. She’d also loved waking up diapered and being able to continue to snuggle with Tiggy instead of having to get up and go potty.
She’d had the sippy cup of water too. Between the diaper and the water, she’d let herself stay in bed far later than normal. It was a good thing she’d had that day off work because she’d enjoyed every moment of reliving the evening.
She leaned back against the cushions of her loveseat and winced when an errant spring poked her. The sofa had been used when she’d acquired it four years ago, and it had only gone downhill since then.
She stared around her meager belongings. She didn’t have much. The basics. Small table. Two chairs. A sofa that faced nothing because she didn’t have a television and couldn’t have afforded the cable bill if she had one.
She had a hodgepodge of dishes and silverware from the local thrift store, the same place she’d purchased towels and linens and her twin-sized bed and mattress.
It had taken Mindy six months to purchase everything in this apartment, but she hadn’t cared. All she’d cared about when she’d arrived was that she’d been able to get a job and secure housing. Her mother hadn’t been around to badger her a single moment in four years.
Time had flown by while Mindy enjoyed the peace and serenity that came from living alone. But she was lonely, and never more so than the past four days since her weird awakening.
The past two days as Mindy had wandered the aisles restocking at the supermart, she’d thought about all the baby items in a new light. She’d picked out things she wished she owned. The thought of being a baby again appealed to her on a level she’d never considered.
It was one thing to be Little. It was another thing entirely to ponder the possibility of being an Infant. With each passing day, it had grown more appealing. If Mindy hadn’t been so embarrassed, she would have purchased a few new items with her meager salary.
She couldn’t do that though. Her co-workers would raise their eyebrows if she bought baby toys, wipes, or Lord have mercy, adult diapers. So, she’d stared longingly at the items, wondering if she might be able to select a different path in life.