Page 21 of Saving Little Jenna
"Aw, look who's excited to wear a diapee." He stroked caressed my face with his free hand, which I grabbed onto tightly while continuing to kick my legs. "Yup, you're an adult baby alright. The cutest baby in the whole world."
"Dada!" I said from the edge of my lips as I cooed and looked at him with big excited eyes.
Putting the diaper on me, he taped the sides. I rolled over and got on all fours, crawling around on the bed to hear the loud crinkle of the diaper.
Daddy gently patted my bottom. "I could get used to seeing you crawl around the house like this."
As comfortable and happy as I felt at that moment, I still wasn't sure if I wanted to be a full-time adult baby. Daddy had told me I could be whichever age I wanted to be around him, that as long as I was myself, he'd be happy. It was beginning to look like I enjoyed playing as different ages.
When I climbed out of the bed, he dressed me up in a pink babydoll dress and tied my hair up in pigtails. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I smiled brightly as Daddy kissed my head. Finally, I was living the life I always wanted, filled with unconditional love and free of judgment.
As he drove us to John's house, I squeezed onto Doggo in my lap. My hands were cold and my throat dry, signs of nervousness I hoped Daddy wouldn't notice.
As if on cue, Daddy cleared his throat. "What's the matter, honey? You're shaking like a leaf. Aren't you excited to make your first Little friend?"
If things went right, Michael would also become my first friend ever, Little or otherwise. Was that the reason Daddy was dropping me off at his place? Was it just an excuse to help me socialize and make a new friend? Maybe he wanted me to learn that strangers weren't as scary as I thought. Either way, Daddy knew best and I should trust him.
"I'm scared of being left alone with strangers. Are you sure you'll be back to pick me up soon?"
He nodded. "I'll be back the moment I'm done. Besides, I'm sure once you make friends with Michael, you'll want to have playdates with him every day. You'll like playing with him so much, I'll probably have to drag you back to our home."
I giggled at the mental image of Daddy dragging me out the door. "But I'm very awkward around strangers. What if Michael thinks I'm weird and doesn't like me?"
Daddy gave me a look, which meant I was being silly. "Impossible! You're the sweetest girl I know. You're such a good girl, Michael will want to be good too. You'll make me proud and I'm sure of it. Sometimes you just have to trust your Daddy more than you trust the negative voice in your head. Can you do that for me, sweetheart? I know you're a brave girl, so can you be brave for Daddy today?"
My chest swelled with pride hearing him call me brave. Brave wasn't the word I associated with myself, but if Daddy thought I was his brave girl, then I had to be brave for him. I nodded and took a deep breath.
When we reached, I vigorously began sucking on my binky as Daddy undid my seat belt. It was cute that he had 'baby on board' written on the back of the car just this morning. Walking over to my side of the car, he opened the door and stuck his arms out.
I crawled into Daddy's arms and the kisses he lay all over my face were enough to get me out of a nervous mindset. I giggled and smiled through my pacifier. I was reminded that daddy's love for me was all it took to make my problems disappear, no matter how big.
With my legs wrapped tightly around him, he carried me over to the porch and leaned me towards the doorbell. When I rang it, John opened the door. He was a tall muscular man just a few inches shorter than Daddy. He was just as ripped as Daddy, which wasn't a surprise since they trained together at the gym.
"You're here!" John said, giving Daddy a quick hug and then turning to me. "My boy's been excited all day about making a new friend to play with. He's been running around the house all day from excitement, but that's just how he is. Can't sit still when he has a Little over to play with."
John was the first gay man I'd ever met in my life. It was stereotypical of me to assume John was going to look, talk and act feminine, but that's how gay men were portrayed in the films I'd seen.
"Your Daddy's told me a lot about you," John began as he let us in. "But he didn't mention you were the cutest Little girl in the whole world."
I giggled as I hid my face in Daddy's shirt, peeking at John with one eye as my cheeks turned red. I was never one to take compliments.
"I'm John by the way." He stuck his hand out and I shook it before burying my face back in Daddy's shirt. "But you can call me uncle John."
"Whoa!" I popped my pacifier and looked up at Daddy with big eyes. "Is he really my uncle, Daddy? I've never had an uncle before but I've always wanted one."
Daddy chuckled and nodded. "It's a term of endearment, sweetheart, but sometimes the relations you make become more important than blood relations. You can call him whatever you want, but he'll always act as your uncle since you're my baby girl now. He'll have you over for playdates, give you gifts, and take you out with Michael for treats sometimes."
I wiggled in daddy's arms from the excitement of having an uncle for life, turning to uncle John. "I love gifts and treats. So yes, I want you to be my uncle, uncle John! Now you can't take it back."
"Aw, aren't you a peach!" Uncle John said with a smile. "You know, your Daddy and I have been friends all our lives, but I've never seen him this happy. You're the reason for his happiness and now I see why. You're a good girl and your Daddy knows he's lucky. I'm glad you two found each other."
When uncle John stepped out of the way, I saw Michael sitting on the floor in the distance among a sea of toys, gaping at us with a toy in his hand. Michael was in his mid-twenties and I was taken aback by how handsome he was. He had big eyes, naturally blushed cheeks, and long eyelashes. He was a head shorter than his Daddy and dressed in a wolf-themed onesie.
It was surprising how quickly I became comfortable around uncle John, but now I had to become comfortable around another stranger. When Daddy put me on the floor, I regressed deeper into my Little headspace just by seeing another Little, instinctively going down on all fours with Doggo still in one hand.
When Daddy nudged my bottom, I crawled behind his legs and hid my face. "Don't leave, Daddy! I scared."
Even so deep in my headspace, meeting a stranger was too much.
