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No hair "down there" but there is something warm and squishy "down there." -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
141. My Hidden Treasure I spent most of breakfast time trying to work out if Tess was actually regressed. It could be hard to tell sometimes if she was really feeling it, or just playing along. In either case, I didn’t want to push her too hard today. If I could keep her in a slight little headspace without her realising, then it would be so much easier to get her something suitable to wear. The clothes she picked to go out in didn’t give me many clues either. She had a cute outfit; a loose dress with flowers and unicorns on. But it was also something that wouldn’t have been too far out of the ordinary for her peers. And I guessed that she might have chosen it just because it would be easy to change in and out of quickly in the fitting rooms. “Do you know what kind of dress you’re looking for?” I asked, as I set off driving towards the Mercer Center. I’d decided that it was the best place to go today; there might have been better shops elsewhere, especially if we went to the fashion places in Moistville, but Mercer would have a lot more choice. It was far enough from home that Tess was unlikely to run into anyone she knew, which meant that once she started sinking into littlespace, there wouldn’t be many reminders to bring her back. And, of course, there would be plenty of childish things for her to see, especially if I chose the right route around the stories. There was a guy who dressed as the place’s mascot and danced around, singing songs and making sure to draw the attention of kids to all the toy stores. And I knew that if Tess found herself watching him, or singing along with one of the songs the third time he repeated the chorus, she would interpret that as a childish action and let herself start to regress further. I was sure that I would be able to get her to stop thinking too many adult thoughts, so it would be easy enough to make sure she ended up with something cute enough to make her feel like a child again when she wore it. “I don’t know, really,” she said with a shrug. “Something mature, I think. I don’t want to look like a little kid there. I know it’s going to be a bit hard, but…” “There’s nothing wrong with being cute,” I told her. “And nobody’s going to argue with that. You don’t need to look like a slut to get people’s respect. And you won’t. You should play to your strengths.” “I didn’t say I want to be…” she started, and then there was just a little hesitation. “When I said mature, I meant it. I want to look like a grown-up, not like some teenager trying too hard. Like… adult magazines don’t get to define what looking adult means.” “They want to push you to show off your body,” I told her. “The whole of society is built around that. All the fashions, all the celebrities, it’s all geared into pushing little girls like you to look sexy even before you understand what it means. And when you do understand, you’re going to regret that desire to look like an ‘adult’.” She didn’t answer back this time, but I was sure it would still be a hard day shopping. I didn’t push it any further, just drove on in silence, in the hope that I would be able to find something that was actually suitable when we got there. The Mercer Center was huge; the largest mall for miles around. It was larger than Upper Ashfields, almost a town in its own right, and I knew that Tess would be depending on me to find her way around. This place was too big to just explore at random if you were looking for something specific. Her parents had lived in the area for less than two years, and I didn’t think that they would have any reason to go somewhere like this; if I knew John Naylor at all, a day out shopping was very much not something that would interest him; and his stuck up wife wasn’t likely to come here either. So maybe this would actually be a first for Tess. I was distracted briefly by my phone as we walked into the big glass atrium of Lairon Square. I hesitated there; I didn’t want to lose Tess in all the crowds here. After a second to think, I pointed her in the direction of one of the mall’s many coffee and donut stalls, and asked her to get me a drink while I took this call. She nodded and darted off, leaving me to see who was calling me. It was Ffrances, so I couldn’t just brush her off; but I couldn’t think of anything that would have justified me calling her again so soon, “Something wrong, babe?” “No,” she said. “It’s nothing really, but I thought you’d want me to keep you in the loop. With what you asked me about before, I mean, Tess’s meds. It’s not really our business, but I thought I should try to check up on it while you’re so worried. It’s just I’m…” She hesitated, and took a deep breath before continuing: “Tess can’t hear you there, can she?” “No, she’s queueing for coffee. Did you find something out about those pills? Is she just–” “I don’t think we can make any guesses,” she answered. “But I talked to Dr Lutwa. She seems pretty responsible, and of course she wouldn’t say anything to me. Patient confidentiality, she can’t talk about what Tess was seeing her about to anyone else. But I know she recognised the name; Tess has seen her about something. So it’s not some kind of… I don’t know, fake prescription or something like that. And she said…” “She told you something?” I asked, striding up the stairs as I spoke. I was glad that I was just slightly out of breath from the exercise, because that might make it harder for Ffrances to recognise just how nervous that question made me. I’d never expected that Ffrances would actually speak to the prescribing doctor; I thought she took her confidentiality obsession so seriously that she would only ever watch my investigations passively. It would be so easy for her to get the wrong idea if she spoke to the doctor; especially if she asked about the specific items on the prescriptions. But also, it meant that she was trusting me more. She was actually willing to bend the rules a little, and relax the things that she took so seriously. That had to be worth something. “No,” she said, relieving a lot of the tension I had felt. “I asked if she’d written Tess a prescription, and she said that she couldn’t say. Of course she can’t, we’re both doctors. But she could kind of skirt around the problem; reassured me that it wasn’t anything sexual. That tells me something, kind of. She works at the confidential clinic in Greater Ashfields a couple of days each week, you see. So, Tess went to a confidential clinic, but the doctor felt she could reassure me that it’s not about… Well, not any of the things that a concerned parent or guardian would normally be stressing over. So I think your guess might have been… a little closer to the mark than I was willing to believe.” “Damn,” I said. Because of course I would be upset if Tess didn’t trust us, or if she was abusing the freedom we’d given her to risk her health. “Is there any way we can–” “It’s not all bad,” Ffrances said, trying to cheer me up. “I mean, she can’t discuss the specifics, but she wanted to reassure me. And she said that she had recommended Tess to refer herself to an emotional health practitioner. Didn’t say what for, but… So basically, Dr Lutwa is suggesting that she talks to me. I just hope she can trust me enough to open up about her desires. If there’s any way I can let her know I’ll understand… Well, we can only hope.” “Yeah,” I said. “The light at the end of the tunnel. Look, Tess is getting coffee for us. Or a milkshake for her. So I’ve got to go now, she’s at the counter. But I’ll try to remind her that she can trust you. And we can only hope that we’ll get her to admit her desires without doing anything too drastic.” “I hope so,” Ffrances said. “She’s lucky to have somebody watching out for her. Love you.” “Love y–” I answered, but she had already hung up. I sauntered back to where Tess was just leaving the coffee stand, and took one of the cups from her. “Now,” I said. “Let’s start over here…” The shopping trip went well, though it didn’t look like it at the start. I took Tess to a couple of shops that had some nice party frocks, but she wasn’t impressed; she said the same thing about every outfit I recommended. She wouldn’t even try them, because they were too childish. And I could tell that as she got frustrated, any trace of littlespace in her mind was quickly fading. I needed to get her in a good mood again before I could persuade her to let me make the choices. On the positive side, I didn’t need to have been so nervous about the kind of stuff that precocious girls like her would wear when they wanted to prove how grown up they could be. One of the shops had a big display of revealing outfits that looked like they could have been designed for cheerleaders, showing off way too much skin. And Tess didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in any of that. To see if I could guide her into the right emotional state, I took us via Flourishes. This place was one of my guilty pleasures; a jeweller who had everything from a restoration service to displays of the tacky kids’ stuff with glass gems and rhinestones. And to my surprise, Tess approached the place exactly like I always did. In a way, she was a lot like I would have been when I was young enough to let go of my inhibitions. She tried on some of the silly kids’ stuff, laughed at herself in the mirrors, and then went on to staring at endless racks of elegant rings; fantasising about pieces that were way outside our price range, so there was no danger that the dreams could be spoiled by serious considerations of actually buying something. “I don’t really wear much jewellery,” she said with a shrug. I looked down at my own hands. I had my engagement ring there, and a tiny locket lying against my collarbone, but really I didn’t want any more. After that little break, we were on the prowl for dresses again. I was able to entice her to take a shortcut through a big toystore, but nothing seemed to catch her eye. And while her feet were tapping to the background music as we followed a guy in a Reginald the Tiger suit, I think that the presence of actual children inhibited her too much to let herself feel small. She had to act responsibly. But a second later, we passed a place that I was sure would be of no interest to a little girl. I actually shopped here quite often, because buying three suits would always earn you a voucher to get one half price next time. I only cut through so that we had a better chance of passing the same way as Reginald again the next time he did his tour of the mall; but when I stopped to pick up a couple of work suits in my usual style, I quickly saw that Tess had been drawn to the evening dress section. And the costumes she was looking at… There was no way you could imagine a child wearing them. Or a teenager, for that matter. They were exquisitely tailored, but this was high fashion. If this was what Tess meant when she’d asked for something mature, then maybe the word she’d been looking for was ‘sophisticated’. And as soon as I knew what she had in mind, I could see it working. Sure, she wouldn’t look or feel like a child when she was at her ball. She would be more like a miniature version of one of her teachers, if any of them could afford top designer names, But it didn’t show off her body, and wouldn’t encourage the boys to leer at her, which was a win from my point of view. Even better, as we started walking between the aisles looking for the best choice, I saw one with a particularly elaborate design. Probably the tightest skirt I’d ever seen, it wouldn’t allow her to walk quickly. But the forest of layers and buckles on this one made it look like a very serious dress. The kind of thing you might need help to put on; and that would make bathroom breaks during the ball a major undertaking. If I could persuade her to pick this one, I could be certain there would be no inappropriate contact with whichever boys might catch her attention; Spike would have to keep his hands to himself, and I thought that the delay in getting out of it again might make it just a little easier for her accidents to start feeling more natural. I wasn’t going to make her wet herself during the ball, of course. That would have been awful and cruel. I’d just tell her to have an accident when she got home. But it wasn’t my fault if she underestimated how long it would take her to unfasten her dress during the night; and then she would know that she had to trust me. I pointed at the dress, wondering how I could persuade her that– “Oh, wow!” Tess’s voice cut into my thoughts. “That’s beautiful. Can I see if they’ve got my size?” -
A very very wet and equally messy Abena M4 diaper this morning. Ahhhh!!!! I went poopie in my diaper in my usual place, the kitchen while getting coffee.
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