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A little shiver raced up her spine. Obviously Tricia would never be her Mommy. The idea was ludicrous. It was certainly nice having her paint her nails though.
Tricia set Mindy’s hand down gently on her thigh. “Hold this one still for me, Baby girl, while I do the other one.”
Mindy was wearing a short pink dress that left her thighs bare, and the brush of Tricia’s hand against her skin startled her. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl.” Tricia picked up her other hand. “Would you like to tell me more about yourself, Mindy?”
“Like what?” Mindy asked as she watched Tricia resume her careful painting. She was good at this. She held Mindy’s fingers very still and never brushed the polish over her skin.
“What do you do when you’re not at the club?”
No one at the club had ever asked her many questions before. She was kind of a wallflower, which she didn’t mind. “I work at the supermart.”
“Oh. Are you a cashier?”
“No. I mostly stock. I usually work in the children’s department, making sure the aisle’s stay clear and well-stocked. I know where everything is, and we get a lot of repeat customers. Parents know they can ask me anything, and I’ll find it for them.” Mindy sat up taller, feeling proud of herself.
Tricia glanced up with another smile. “That must feel good.”
Mindy nodded. “Mostly it’s a boring job, but it pays the rent.”
“Where do you live?”
“In an apartment near the supermart. The rent isn’t too bad, and I can walk to work.”
“How do you get here?”
“I take the bus usually.”
“Do you live in your Little space when you’re at home?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“All the time?”
Mindy nodded, her face flushing again.
“Why does that embarrass you, Baby girl?”
Mindy shrugged. “Because I’m not actually a Baby. It’s probably not healthy how much time I spend in Little space. Sometimes it’s hard to transition when I have to go out or to work.”
“I don’t think it’s unhealthy, Mindy. It’s who you are. If you want to be Little most of the time, who’s to judge?”
Everyone?
“What if you could be Littleallthe time?”
Mindy glanced up as Tricia finished polishing her second set of nails. “That would be fun, but it’s not practical.”
“Maybe it is.”
ChapterTwo
Mindy stared at Tricia for several seconds while the kind woman blew on her fingernails again, set them on her thigh, and screwed the lid back on the polish.
Wouldn’t it be cool if she never had to work and she could just be Little all the time? Ha. No sense entertaining that idea.
Mindy started squirming in her seat as she realized she needed to pee. “Uh oh,” she murmured.
