Chapter Ten
Amber had insisted on driving, so Aaron didn’t have anything to do but sit in the passenger seat and wonder where on earth they were going.
He’d tried to ask, only to be shot down each time.
So, they’d talked about other things during the trip, but the entire way he kept guessing where they were headed.
Was it an amusement park? He loved them and that was certainly a place where he could be in Little Space.
They’d never expose any vanillas to their kink—or anyone without consent, for that matter.
But still, he could discreetly wear a diaper under his shorts and have fun on the rides and attractions.
Or maybe they were going to a remote cabin. It would be easy to get lost in Little Space there for a few days. Perhaps it was by a lake or something.
He realized those guesses were wrong, though, when they turned off the state highway and onto a two-lane road. Ahead, tall evergreen trees formed a wall on either side of the smooth pavement, breaking in the middle to allow for a gate.
Amber stopped the car, rolled down her window, and pushed the button on a mounted call box.
“Where are we?” Aaron asked.
But a voice came out of the speaker before Amber could reply.
“Good morning. Welcome to the Evergreens. How may I help you?” a cheerful man asked.
Aaron’s mind raced. The Evergreens? Had he ever heard of this place? They were just one state over from home. Not even that far across the border. Still, he couldn’t recall hearing anyone else talk about it. Hadn’t seen any signs or TV ads for it, either. Nothing on social media.
What exactly was this place? Whatever it was, it was exclusive. Those tall trees—that no doubt gave it their name—blocked the property’s existence from the highway. And the sturdy, black iron gate ensured no one was getting in without authorization.
“My name is Amber Garrett. I have a reservation.”
“Of course. Come right in, Ms. Garret. Follow the road to where it ends in a circle drive. You’ll see a few spots in front of our main building reserved for guests. Please park in one of those and we will be out to welcome you. We are excited for you to start your stay with us!”
There was a click, and the cheery, professional voice was gone.
A faint hum and the clanging of iron turned Aaron’s gaze away from Amber and the call box to straight ahead. The gate was slowly rolling away to allow their entrance.
Once they drove through, Aaron’s jaw dropped as he took in the green, perfectly manicured lawn and the nicely trimmed trees that rested every dozen yards or so.
Straight ahead in the distance, he could vaguely see a large structure of some kind, but it was still too far for him to make out any details.
Signs stated the speed limit was only twenty-five, so it took them a minute or more to reach that building.
Once they were closer, though, he saw that it was a three-story red brick structure with ornate accents here and there.
It was designed in a collegiate gothic style, reminding him of the campus where his favorite college football team played.
Now, curiosity was really eating away at him.
“Where the heck are we?”
Amber parked, got out, and started to speak as Aaron met her in front of their car, but before she could say anything, the building’s front door opened and a woman and man came out and trotted down the wide, steep concrete staircase that was split in the middle by an iron rail.
Stopping before the new arrivals, the woman smiled and said, “Hi, Amber. Welcome to the Evergreens. I’m Misty Mason. This is my husband and Little, Sam.”
Aaron nearly fell over. Surely he hadn’t heard her right!
Did she just say…Little?
Amber shook their hands. “Nice to meet you in-person. Thanks for getting us in on such short notice.” She smiled and turned a little to see Aaron. “And this is my husband and Little, Aaron.”
What she said barely registered, because now Aaron was focused on what Sam was wearing, having just noticed.
Shortalls! And they bulked out a little below his waist as if he was wearing…a diaper…beneath them.
That hunch was confirmed when he moved closer, and the tell-tale crinkle of a plastic-backed nappy reached Aaron’s ears.
The other man’s words jarred Aaron from his astonishment. “Nice to meet you! It’s always good to make a new friend.”
It took another moment for Aaron to decide that he was not dreaming. Finally, he shook the guy’s offered hand and said, “Nice to meet you, too.”
Misty chuckled. She looked at Amber. “He’s overwhelmed. Perfectly normal for their first time here.”
The thought occurred to Aaron that she was talking about him to Amber as if they were the ones in charge. Then it fully hit him: this was a place for Littles. Some kind of resort for people like him.
Whoa!
Not wanting to be rude, Aaron gathered his wits enough to say, “Nice meeting you, ma’am.”
Misty Mason shook his outstretched hand. “Aww. You’re so polite. And I can already tell you’re a sweetie. It’s nice meeting you, too, Little Aaron.”
The experience of having a woman besides Amber talk to him that way was almost more than he could take!
He’d never really considered going to a place like this—or a place like he assumed this was—because he always lacked the confidence. Plus, he didn’t think it would ever be something Amber was interested in.
But now it didn’t matter what he assumed. They were here, and it was all Amber’s idea.
It looked like he’d just have to play whatever hand was dealt him.
And he had a suspicion that the game was going to be a lot of fun!