Melissa had become accustomed to a lot of intense feelings and sensations she encountered as a BabyGirl. It wasn’t to say that she didn’t feel these things before she regressed. It was just that she never paid attention to them before.
As a BabyGirl, she paid attention to a lot more that seemed trivial at best and perhaps too much about little details than most people would give a second thought to.
But little details were what had become the defining factors in her life – from the perfect placement of pigtail holders to the perfect way to speak with a pacifier in her mouth to the perfect way to get through the initial waltz of the tummyflies inside her whenever it began. And that fluttering in her belly would often make her curl up in a ball and rock back-n-forth until it subsided enough to allow her to assist in the task at hand.
When she came home from work today, her Daddy greeted her at the door, having rushed home himself to be there first so he could help her shed the Big Girl clothing she was wearing the moment she walked in the door.
And now, sitting in the middle of the bedroom floor on her flattened and prepared diaper, Melissa curled up in a ball again as she had a front row seat for yet another performance of the waltz of the tummyflies.
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