Chapter 2
Chapter Two
I’m half asleep when Daddy sits down on the edge of my bed the next morning. It’s barely light out, and it’s a Saturday. I’m confused. “Daddy?”
He pats my hip. “Time to get up, sleepyhead. I set clothes out for you on the bathroom counter. Get dressed and brush your teeth. We’re leaving in an hour.” He rises, leans down to kiss my forehead, and walks out of my room.
I stare after him, still half asleep. Confused. Where are we going and why so early?
Concerned I might fall back asleep if I don’t do as I’m told right now, I force myself to get out of bed and shuffle toward the bathroom. It takes me a few minutes to convince my body to cooperate and go through my morning routine.
I’ve never been a very good morning person.
In the last few years, I’ve even managed to make sure none of my classes started before ten.
Sometimes I even pulled off noon as my first class.
I’m much more alert late at night. The number of study sessions I’ve had in the past few years that ended in the wee hours of the morning are not countable.
The outfit Daddy has selected makes me furrow my brow. He’s left me a dress. I don’t wear dresses very often. Not lately anyway. I’m usually at home, presumably working on my thesis. My preferred clothing of choice is all about comfort. Leggings. Tank tops. T-shirts. Not much else.
I step into my panties first and then grab the dress. It’s on the younger end of the age play spectrum. Baby blue with tiny yellow ducks scattered on it in random patterns. It’s comfortable and cotton, but it’s short and hugs my chest tightly. I’ve never seen it before.
I look at myself in the mirror, brush out my blond waves, and secure my hair at the back of my neck. I wonder what the heck we’re doing today and where we might be going? Maybe a play date with other Littles?
When I enter the kitchen, Daddy has breakfast on the table. It’s been a while since he’s cooked for me. Usually he’s already at work before I get up, so I pour myself cereal and watch cartoons while I eat.
The television is not on today, and there’s no chance I’m going to ask him to turn it on. I’m feeling contrite as I slide onto my seat and force myself to take a bite of the scrambled eggs.
I don’t eat this early either of course. Swallowing is hard this morning, but I force myself to try. Daddy doesn’t like it when I waste food.
“Hurry up, baby girl. We have to get going.” He smiles at me and leans over to kiss my forehead as he leaves the room.
I watch him go, trepidation seeping in. When I look around the room, I see he’s placed two suitcases next to the front door. We must be leaving town. A moment later, he comes back carrying two computer bags. One of them is mine. Oh my.
A few minutes later, it gets even more suspicious when he walks through the room with two large boxes. They must be heavy because he’s showing signs of strain on his face.
Without a word, he opens the front door and starts carting everything out to the SUV.
I finish my breakfast, somehow, and carry my plate to the dishwasher. I’m not the tidiest person, most of the time, but this morning I feel like I should do all the things he often admonishes me for.
I slowly approach him as he finishes loading the SUV. “Where are we going, Daddy?”
“You’ll see.” He grins and pats my head. “Time to get in the car. We have about a three-hour drive ahead of us so use the potty first.”
I turn and head back to the bathroom, my curiosity growing. Part of me is excited. We haven’t gone on a vacation in a long time. Part of me is nervous though, because Daddy said things were going to change starting today. I’m not sure how that correlates to a vacation.
As soon as we are in the SUV, me seated behind Daddy because he says it’s safer, I start to get antsier. I watch out the window, noticing we are headed in the direction of the coast. Maybe we’re going to the beach?
I smooth my dress over my thighs several times, a bit concerned about my Little being exposed to the public. Surely Daddy wouldn’t take me to a public beach resort in this dress.
Although our relationship is very defined in that when I’m in the house I’m expected to be Daddy’s Little, we don’t take it out in public. The only times I’ve ever left the house dressed as a Little have been times we went to a fetish club or another home where age play is also the norm.
Today doesn’t feel like either of those is going to be the case.
As we drive, I close my eyes. After all, it’s too early.
If we’re going to be in the car a while, I’m going to nap.
I have my favorite stuffed animal, a monkey named Charles that Daddy has rescued from the black trash bag, and I use him as a pillow against the window.
I’m grateful Daddy hasn’t left Charles in the black bag.
I have no idea when I might see the rest of my toys, but Charles would be a tough loss.
I jolt awake as the car stops, and when I open my eyes, it’s bright outside. We’re in a parking lot, and when Daddy opens my door, I can smell the ocean.
I glance up at him, nervous about my dress.
He recognizes my apprehension and strokes my cheek. “Don’t worry, Little one. Where we’re going, you’re overdressed.”
Trusting his judgment, I climb out of the SUV and watch as Daddy secures a large luggage cart and loads our belongings onto it. So much stuff. Where the heck are we going? I clutch Charles to my chest.
As I follow Daddy, I spot a boat of some sort in front of us, and my gazes moves to the sign next to it. Ferry. I glance up at Daddy, still confused. “We’re going on a ferry?”
“Yep.” He winks at me. “You haven’t figured it out yet, Little one?”
I shake my head.
He chuckles as we reach the dock. “Stay right here a moment, baby girl.”
I don’t move an inch while he heads to the ticket booth and speaks to a woman inside. He points at our luggage, and she nods. A few moments later, Daddy returns to me and another man takes our cart away.
Daddy takes my hand. “Let’s go,” he says cheerfully.
We step onto the ferry. I’m a bit excited. I’ve never been on a ferry before. Also, I love the ocean. Wherever we’re going, I assume it will be warm. I also relax a bit as I look around and notice everyone on the ferry is also either Little or a Mommy or Daddy.
Suddenly it hits me, and I lift my gaze to Daddy. “Are we going to Littleworld?”
His grin widens. “Yep. The island at least. You’ll have to earn the privilege of going to the parks themselves with good behavior.”
I follow Daddy up some stairs to the top level of the ferry, where it’s open air, and we can see all around. I let Daddy lead me to some open seats, and he brings me between his legs and lifts me to sit on his lap. He hugs me close and kisses my nose. “Excited?”
I’m not sure that’s the word I’d use. I’m nervous. “I don’t know,” I whisper.
He chuckles. “How much do you know about Regression Island?”
I swallow. I know some things, enough to be concerned. “I know that’s where Anabel moved with her Daddy a few months ago.”
“That’s right.”
I start to fidget. “Isn’t it for…uh…babies?”
He wiggles his brows. “Yep.”
My bottom lip trembles. “I’m not a baby,” I point out.
“You are for the next three months.”
My eyes pop wide, and I suck in a breath. “Three months?” That’s the entire summer.
He nods. “I rented a house. It’s not far from where Anabel and Anthony live. You’ll be able to see your friend often.”
That part makes me excited. I haven’t seen Anabel in person since she and her Daddy moved to the island. Since Anabel decided to lower her age play to an infant. Or maybe it was Anthony who made the decision. Either way, she had to have agreed.
Daddy gives me another squeeze. “Don’t panic, baby girl.
I told you there were going to be some drastic changes.
I meant it. We’re going to spend the summer in a nice rental home on an island where you can fully regress.
I’ve heard it’s an amazing experience for Littles.
It will help you let go of all your worries, relax, and rejuvenate.
By the end of the summer, you’ll be a new person. ”
My lip is really trembling now. “I don’t know if I like this, Daddy.”
He rubs my bare thigh. “It takes some time to adjust, but I promise you’ll do fine.”
I don’t have his faith. “I don’t want to be that young, Daddy.” I squirm on his lap, wondering if it’s too late to get off the ferry.
Just then, the whistle blows, and the ferry pulls away from the dock.
For some reason, this makes me start crying.
Daddy hugs me close and rocks me back and forth, stroking my hair. He doesn’t say anything for a long time. He just lets me silently cry until I finally manage to rein in my nerves.
Daddy tips my chin back and kisses my forehead. “Feel better?”
I shake my head.
He smiles. “You will. Trust me. The island will be good for you. You’ve needed structure for months now.
It’s time for you to let go and let Daddy be in charge.
You’ve been manipulating Daddy for weeks, gradually getting worse.
Littles are not permitted to be that defiant on Regression Island.
People will look at you strangely if you behave like a brat. ”
“But I don’t think I’m going to like this, Daddy.” My voice is a bit whiney.
“What has you so nervous?”
I’m shaking as I meet his gaze. “Will I have to wear diapers?”
“Yes. That’s part of the experience.”
Silent tears fall once more as I try to picture this place where all the Littles are regressed to infants.
“Trust me, baby girl. The entire experience will be so fulfilling that by the end of the summer, you’ll be happier than you’ve ever been.”
I don’t believe him, but I don’t argue further as we move across the water. I can see the island in the distance. My summer prison.
Perhaps I’m overreacting. After all, Anabel loves her life here. Maybe I should give it a chance. I don’t have any other option, so I might as well stop panicking and try to embrace my new fate.