Baylee took a deep breath, pushing aside her coloring book to stare up at her boyfriend nervously. “O-Okay, Daddy,” she told him. “I’m ready to try it.”
“Try what, princess?” he asked. “Do you want your blocks, or your dolls, or..?”
Baylee rolled her eyes, though she knew it wasn’t fair, exactly, to expect him to read her mind, to know what she’d been debating with herself in there, not only for today, but for weeks, ever since he’d brought it up. Still, as much as he’d seemed to want it, to be trying to convince her to do it, she would have assumed he’d kept daydreaming about it as well. Or… Did he just want her to say it, to admit it out loud?
She sighed, glancing down at her silly little schoolgirl uniform. She’d had to let him talk her into that, too, to dressing up this way after work every day before he got home, pretending she’d been off at school… And it had taken some time for him to persuade her to agree to help him redecorate the spare bedroom of their apartment into a playroom, filled with toys that, as she unpacked the boxes from Amazon, she realized were more suited for children too young to even need the uniform she spent so much time wearing.
So it shouldn’t have been a surprise when he’d brought it up the first time; that was probably on her for not anticipating it, at least a bit. She had suspected something was up, yet she’d never imagined he’d go so far as to suggest, “What do you think about trying out diapers?”
She’d said no, of course, immediately, and not even his hurt expression at how quickly she’d shot him down had changed her mind… Not for a while. The thought kept bubbling back up, however, at the strangest moments, at first in disbelief that he wanted such a thing, and then, slowly, out of curiosity, wondering how bad it would actually be, just to experiment with. And now, with Father’s Day rolling around, it only felt right to indulge him, considering she had been calling him ‘Daddy’ more often than his actual name, Gunnar, for quite some time now.
“No, Daddy,” she told him, squirming on her tummy, feeling particularly small. “I-I want to try diapers.”
His eyes lit up. “You do?! You really don’t have to, if…”
She shook her head, not wanting him to talk her out of it. “I-I want to TRY them,” she repeated. “But I have some ground rules.”
“Oh?” he smirked. “My little girl has some rules about her diapies?”
“Yes, I do,” she scowled, not appreciating the teasing right now, when she was trying to be serious. “I only want to wear them at night, after I get ready for bed.”
That was, she’d decided, the safest way to do it. He’d already made her go out in her schoolgirl uniform a few times, to some kid’s movie, and shopping, pretending to be an actual little girl while she did so… Diapers could be worn under anything, theoretically, and she didn’t want to give him the option to try that, at least not right away.
“I see,” he nodded. “My little girl is a bedwetter.”
She knew he was just saying it to get a reaction out of her, but it worked, Baylee unable to resist whining, “No, I’m not!” in response.
He snickered, patting her on the head condescendingly. “It’s all right,” he promised. “Daddy doesn’t mind… But I have a rule of my own.”
Baylee fidgeted. She’d hoped he’d be happy enough about her doing this at all that he wouldn’t push it, wouldn’t want anything more… This was a present, however, so she ought to hear him out, anyway, see what he really wanted. “Wh-What?” she asked, nibbling her bottom lip.
“Don’t do that,” he scolded gently. “That’s a bad habit, sweetie.” She rolled her eyes. “My rule, little girl, is that you only have to wear them to bed… But you’re only allowed out of them after you get up for me to get you dressed for the day.”
“Oh… kay…” Baylee agreed. It seemed like a silly condition for him to have; if she wore them when she went to sleep, when else would she change out of them other than after she woke up? Maybe, she thought, he just wanted to feel like he was in charge of the plan still. “That sounds fine.”
“Perfect,” he grinned. “I’m so glad you changed your mind, princess.”
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