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“I’m wearing makeup,” I said flatly, raising one eyebrow.
“That’s exactly my point. Yes, you’re wearing makeup, but if you just put in a little more effort, you’d have the boys flocking to you. Oh! I can show you how to put on fake eyelashes! They’d look so good on you, with those big eyes of yours.”
That was the problem. Alyssa was trying to match me with some boy when, in reality, I had no interest in boys.
I only wanted a Daddy.
And how was I supposed to handle the fact that the Daddy I was interested in was her father?
Chapter Four
“Jeepers!”I cried, throwing Mr. Fluffers across the room and stamping my heels in utter frustration. I sat on the soft rug of my bedroom, surrounded by my favorite little items, and still… nothing. My little side was dying to come out and play. But playing alone wasn’t the same as playing with friends, or having a Daddy to care for you.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I didn’t know whether to go into a full tantrum, or pull my hair out, or just curl up in bed and resign myself to not getting what I needed. That’s what it was, in the end. A need. A downright forceful ache in the pit of my stomach, begging me to let go and be little the way I wanted to. I was trying. I truly was.
I dialed Layla’s number as tears filled my eyes. I had sworn I wouldn’t call her because I wouldn’t need to. The plan had been to immerse myself in the local scene here in Providence, and be so happy and busy I wouldn’t need to call my best friend in the little community back in Denver. Nevertheless, here we were.
“I knew you’d call,” she answered on the first ring. Instantly, my racing heart slowed.
“I can’t do it, Layla. I’ve tried,” I sniffled pathetically.
“Can’t do what, sugar?” she all but cooed. She was the sweetest friend I’d ever had. My heart ached, missing her so much.
“I can’t be little.” Whimpering, I reached for a tissue to wipe away my own tears, with no Daddy in sight.
“That’s silly, and you know it. You can be little because youarelittle. What’s holding you back, sweets?” Her calm attitude helped, but only by the tiniest bit.
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. Out with it.”
“The group is new. I don’t know anyone. Well…”
“Oh, there’s a story there. Don’t lie to me,” she teased.
“Fine. So there is a guy there —”
“Sounds promising. Tell me all about him.”
“That’s the problem. I could tell you so much about him,” I whined pitifully.
“Why is that a problem?”
“Because he’s Alyssa’s dad.”
“Wait… Alyssa, as in your flighty best friend from high school? Oh, girl. You didn’t just find yourself a Daddy, you found yourself aDaddy.” Her peals of laughter rang out so loudly I had to pull the phone from my ear.
“Yes, that Alyssa.”
“And you’re interested in her dad? Like, man, he’s hot, interested? Or straight to little space, can’t think straight, interested?”
“Ugh…” I groaned.
“GIRL! What are you doing sitting in your room when you could be at the club talking to Daddy McHotStuff again?”
“It’s not that simple, Layla.”
“It really is. Now get off the phone, get off the floor, put on a cute outfit, and get your butt out there. You’re never going to getover this feeling if you don’t get under someone… I mean… if you don’t get out there,” she tittered playfully.
