One Picture at a Time

All day long, she had concentrated, but not on her schoolwork.  That was going to be impossible to do today.  Instead, she focused on getting through her classes without losing her composure and modesty.

That morning, as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror getting ready for school, her Daddy walked in and whispered in her ear that she wasn’t appropriately dressed and that there would be a bunch of college frat boys who would be eyeing her up in her cutesy little pink top and skirt.

As he led her back to their bedroom, she thought he was going to make her change into something else, but instead he laid her down on the bed and added a diaper to her chosen ensemble.  And before he let her go for the day, he lifted up the back of her skirt and took a picture of her diapered bottom.

She had never worn a diaper to her classes before and she waddled as quickly as she could to get to her 8:30 am math class.  Making it there just in time, she sat in the front row, getting out her math book and notepad to notice that he had sent her a text.

She opened the text to find the picture he had taken of her diapered bottom before she left their apartment.  Across the back of her diaper was written: “Property of Daddy”.  And with this picture were the words: “In case the frat boys start flirting with you.  Lunch in the park at 12:30, BabyGirl.  See ya then.”

All morning long, she struggled to get through her classes without allowing the tummyflies inside her to make her start babbling.  But she made it through and now sitting in the park with her Daddy, she was so overcome with littleness that she decided being a schoolgirl today was not a possibility for her anymore – at least not on this day, and not when there were dreams to be realized and fantasies to be made into memories … one picture at a time.

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25 “Out-n-Abouts”

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