Chapter 14 #2
Tristan and I practically sprinted for the door as we shouted our agreement, but then our Daddies’ deep, stern voices got our attention.
“Princess.”
“Little one.”
We both halted instantly and turned toward our Daddies.
Daddy was the first to speak. “Why don’t we go find a changing room first and get you little ones ready to play. If we go now, you won’t ever want to leave, and I know you both brought special outfits you want to show off.”
Tristan and I slumped in defeat, and we both voiced our acceptance with a pitiful tone. “Yes, Daddy.”
Daniel let out a soft chuckle. “I know you little ones are excited, but I promise it’ll only take a few minutes. Let’s go.”
Jack said his goodbyes, saying that our Daddies could take it from here and that if we had any questions to let him know. Jack was a kind man and instantly made me feel welcome.
Tristan and I followed behind Daniel and David, hand in hand, as we were led back into the main room and down another hallway.
This hallway was much like the other, but all the doors were labeled as changing rooms. Both Daddies stopped to get our attention, but Daniel was the one who spoke first. “We’ll each pick out a room to change in.
When we’re done, there are lockers at the other end of the hall where we can place our belongings. ”
Daddy took my other hand, and I let go of Tristan’s as we were each led to a room.
The room was larger than I expected for a changing room.
It was about the size of an average single stall bathroom, but had everything you’d need, no matter what lifestyle you were a part of.
There was everything from lube and condoms to a changing table lined with various wipes and powders.
“Come here, princess, let’s get you dressed.”
Daddy pulled me into the center of the room, so we’d have plenty of space, and gently eased my shirt over my head.
My hair was super long and easy to tangle.
Daddy always took the time to be careful not to tangle it.
I loved how gentle and attentive Daddy was.
He made quick work of the rest of my clothes and pulled my princess dress out of the bag.
I’d chosen a slim dress that wasn’t very puffy. I loved my skirts to be like big fluffy clouds. Unfortunately, those types of dresses were a pain in the butt to transport and probably not the best to wear in a crowded room of littles.
“Are you ready, princess?”
Excitement coursed through me as I began bouncing on the balls of my feet. “Yes, Daddy, please. Wanna go play with Tristan and see your pretty painting.”
Daddy chuckled and bent down, holding open my dress. “I know, princess, we’re almost done. Put your hands on my shoulders and step in, please.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Doing as he asked, I placed my hands on his shoulders and carefully stepped into my dress. Daddy stood slowly, bringing my dress over my hips. “Here you go, darling, put your arm in.” A soft, fuzzy feeling wrapped around me as Daddy helped guide my arms into the dress.
Once all my limbs were where they were supposed to be, Daddy moved behind me and zipped up my dress. Just as I thought we were done and I started to walk toward the door, Daddy stopped me. “Not yet, princess. Come here.”
I gave Daddy a curious look, but when he didn’t give me anything more, I closed the short distance between us.
“You are the prettiest princess ever, but no princess is complete without their tiara.” Daddy brought his hand out from behind his back and held out a tiara I had never seen before.
“Daddy, it’s beautiful. Did you get this for me?”
Daddy nodded and placed the beautiful silver jeweled tiara on my head. “I did. I want to take care of you in every way, princess. That means spoiling you too.”
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I crashed into Daddy, wrapping my arms tightly around him.
“Thank you, Daddy. I love it so much.” I desperately craved to tell him I loved him, not just the tiara.
But here in the club, even if the changing room was nice, wasn’t where I wanted to tell my Daddy I loved him for the first time, so I held back.
Daddy wrapped his arms around me and placed several soft kisses on the top of my head. I could tell he was struggling to get around my tiara, and it made me smile.
“Thank you for my gift, Daddy. Can we go see the playroom now?”
Daddy pulled back and planted a wet, noisy kiss on my lips, making me burst out into a fit of giggles. “Of course, darling, let’s go put our belongings in a locker and we’ll meet up with the others.”
After what felt like an eternity, but was probably only about twenty minutes, we were finally arriving at the door to the playroom.
David opened the door and let us inside, and what I saw had both Tristan and me gasping with wonder.
The room was full of everything a little could want.
There was a reading corner that held different-sized bean bags and several bookshelves lined with books for various ages.
There was an art station and various types of toys.
They even had a gaming section for middles.
The entire room was a little paradise, but what really took my breath away was the huge wall that was covered in my Daddy’s art.
The mural was a forest scene, and each tree and blade of grass was expertly detailed, making the scene feel alive.
There were hanging vines and vibrant flowers, and it made the space feel magical.
“Daddy, this is amazing.”
Tristan squealed, and his pacifier shot out of his mouth, but was saved by the clip attached to it. “It wooks amazin, Uncle David.”
I turned to David, his face bright and smiling, obviously thrilled by Tristan’s new name for him. “Thanks, buddy. I’m so glad you like it. Are you little ones ready to play?”
“Yes, Daddy!”
“Yes, Uncle David.”
Tristan and I both took a moment to look around the room and decide what we wanted to do first. Tristan let out an exhaled gasp, and I looked over to see him pointing to a stack of giant foam blocks that were tucked away in a corner. “Pway wif dos?”
“Those look super fun! Let’s go!”