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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.
ChapterFour
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.
There was a second indulgence in Mindy’s life. Her cell phone. It wasn’t fancy, and she didn’t have an unlimited plan, but it was hers. She’d realized within months of starting her new job that not having a phone made her stand out like a sore thumb. So she’d bought the thing and carried it around like everyone else as if she had important calls or texts coming in that needed her immediate attention.
She was grateful she had the phone now though as she lifted it with shaky fingers and tapped the screen. Should she call Tricia? Or would that be weird? Maybe a text would be more appropriate. People didn’t really make phone calls these days, did they?
Deciding on a text, it took Mindy another fifteen minutes to get it right. She erased and retyped several times before settling on her final set of words.
Hi. This is Mindy. I wanted to thank you for the other night. I was also wondering if I might ask you a few questions about The Nurturing Center. You mentioned you thought it might be a good fit for me, but the pamphlet is kind of vague. If you have time. Thanks again.
She felt funny thanking the woman, but she wanted to appear polite and grateful. Tricia could have spent the evening with any Little she wanted. She could have picked someone in need of a hard spanking or even someone who wasn’t as naïve as Mindy.
Mindy jumped in her seat a few seconds later when her phone rang in her hand. She nearly dropped it on the floor as she tried to answer the call. She hadn’t expected Tricia to call her and certainly not so promptly.
“Hello?” she said in a soft voice.
“Hello, Baby girl. I’m so glad you texted me. I’ve been thinking about you.”
“You have?” Mindy chastised herself mentally for her response.
“I sure have. I was worried about you. You were kind of floating in subspace when I left you. I don’t like to leave Little subs alone after an intense scene, especially when the scene was something new to them.”
“Oh.”
Tricia chuckled. “How did you feel the next morning when you woke up, Baby girl?”
