Page 17 of Mindy
Mindy swallowed hard as she shuffled forward.
Tricia parted her knees and pulled Mindy in close to her. She brushed a thin whisp of hair off Mindy’s face. “Will you allow me to mentor you for the next few weeks?”
Mindy didn’t know what that meant exactly, but she nodded and found her voice. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Good girl. I’d like you to incorporate several things into your life when you’re home. Obviously, you still need to go to work, but as soon as you get off, I want you to come home and follow my guidance, okay?”
Mindy nodded.
“Good girl. When you get home, I want you to remove all your clothes and drop them in the hamper out of sight. Change into what I’ve chosen for you and follow my rules.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” she whispered.
Tricia patted her bottom. “No panties in the house. I don’t want you to use the toilet at home for any reason. Understood?”
Mindy hesitated. “Even for, uh, number two?”
“Even for poo poo. Yes, Baby girl. Babies don’t use potties at all. I know it’s harder to clean up when you don’t have a caregiver with you, but you can manage, can’t you?”
“I guess so.”
“It would be best if you used the bathroom at work sparingly. Only if you can’t hold it. I don’t want you to go potty several times at work just to avoid doing so at home. And please don’t use the bathroom in the last few hours at all. I’d rather you arrive at home desperate to use your diaper.”
Mindy’s face flushed. “Yes, Ma’am,” she murmured.
“I also want you to start weaning off of regular foods. Take a sandwich lunch to work so no one knows you’re Little, but I want you to use only bottles at home. I’ve got a canister of formula in here that will last you a few weeks. I’ll even make several bottles for you so all you have to do is grab one out of the fridge. Take a bottle in the morning and again at night before bed. Got it?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” Mindy shifted her weight back and forth. She was both nervous and excited at the same time.
“When you’re home, please start using a pacifier as much as you feel comfortable. I don’t mind you occasionally sucking your thumb either. I want you to erase the idea that it’s a bad habit from your mind. In moderation, thumb sucking can be soothing.”
The urge to bring her thumb to her mouth right then and there was strong, and she stopped fighting it when Tricia lifted her hand to her mouth. “Go ahead, Baby girl.”
Mindy stuck her thumb in her mouth and wrapped her lips around it for the first time in years, feeling every muscle in her body relax as she indulged.
Tricia smiled broadly. “That’s a good girl. Let it soothe you. I’ve got ribbons in the box you can use to keep your pacifier around your neck too. That way you can pop it into your mouth whenever you want.”
Mindy leaned into Tricia’s body. Her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her up any longer.
Tricia tucked a hand under her bottom to support her. “Let’s get you changed, okay?”
Mindy nodded as Tricia put a few inches between them and lifted Mindy’s pumpkin shirt over her head. “Is orange your favorite color?”
Mindy pulled her thumb out to answer. “Sometimes. It’s a happy color.”
“It sure is, Baby girl.” Tricia unhooked her bra next. “No more bras at home. Got it?”
Mindy shuddered as her breasts were freed, feeling self-conscious. “Yes, Ma’am,” she murmured before popping her thumb back into her mouth.
“I know some Little girls struggle with the feeling of not wearing a bra, but if you take this step to start a new life, you won’t ever wear a bra again. Baby girls don’t wear bras.”
Mindy’s cheeks heated. It made sense, but she always felt weird when her nipples weren’t covered.
She tried to picture a Daddy taking care of her and seeing her naked all the time. She couldn’t quite picture it, but she supposed she would eventually feel comfortable with the idea.
Tricia pulled her leggings and panties down next before rising and turning the two of them so she could lift Mindy onto the bed. She guided her onto her back next.
Mindy was grateful to be permitted to suck her thumb because the exposure was stressful.
