LittleFallenPrincess

Chapter 7: Friends Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “You’re okay with them coming, right? If not… I can totally not press send and delete this message…” Susie asked, phone in hand, ready to invite all our friends. I was nervous. And that… is the understatement of the year. I have a reputation. And this… this will shatter it. I mean it’s only going to shatter it amongst my friends, and it’ll lead to a lot of teasing… but I trust my friends to keep my secret. I trust my friends with Sera’s secret. For years she’s wanted to meet my friends… but I was so nervous about opening up, about sharing her with the world… And yes, I said to Susie and Beth that I ‘wanted to keep her safe’. I told Sera this all the time. And most importantly… I kept telling myself this. But it was more than that. Sure, I trusted my friends to keep my girlfriend a secret from the rest of the world. The more people who know about her, the more danger she’ll be in… however, I didn’t doubt that my friends knowing would be the end of the world. But I think I was more afraid of people seeing the real me. I had put on this facade for so long, this fake Beatrice… and to let the real me out… to let them see ‘little Bea’... that was too scary for me. I liked being this confident badass in all my friend’s eyes. I liked being the one who got shit done. I like being the one people turned to for help, knowing I’d storm in and kick ass if they ever need it. Because that Beatrice… the Beatrice I put on all the time… was the complete opposite of me. Or at least it was the opposite of half of me. My Mummy side still very much is the old Bea (minus the dating everyone with a pulse… and in some special circumstances… those without one). But my little side… that’s me. The real me. The me I hide from everyone. My sister grew up with that Bea. She got to see this anxious, autistic mess all the time growing up. She’s one of three people who know the real me, even if she didn’t know all about me, about my whole little-switchy-side. When I was very young I was fine being this weird little witch, quiet and misunderstood, unable to process some things that everyone else managed fine with. But then in school… I knew I had to mask. I had to hide that part of myself otherwise I would’ve been bullied. Even monstrum schools have assholes picking on others, it wasn’t any different for me. So I became this confident badass… I tried hiding my insecurities, my neurodivergence. And for years… it worked. But then I became quickly burnt out by the time I went to college. I hid away from people for long periods of time, having to recover from being the fake me. I slept around, kicked ass, and did so with a fake smile plastered on my face. That’s when Sera walked into my life… and things changed. Sure, being the ‘classic Bea’ is still exhausting, but Sera provided a safe place for me to be myself, even when I’m not little. She grounds me, lets me recharge, so I found a nice balance between the mask… and me. And now without her… I was lost again. I didn’t know if opening up finally was the best thing, but at this point, what did I have to lose? I needed support, and the one person I went to for it… is out of commission right now, so I have to turn to my friends and family. So I smiled up at my sister-in-law and nodded. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ “Oh…” “My…” “Goddess…” Lucy and her Mummies were the first to turn up. And their reaction instantly made me kinda regret deciding to open up. Because their faces… they were about to burst into laughter. Especially Lucy and Fiona, seeing as they’ve both known me a long time now. Thankfully, Avery could see I was feeling very vulnerable right now… and very… little… and walked over to me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me close to her chest. Her long coat was so snuggly. “Lucy… Fiona… careful. Something's up with her,” she said, giving her strictest ‘Mommy’ voice to her girlfriends, being protective of… me. “Bea… why are you dressed up like a little?” asked Lucy, sounding more concerned now. I tried to talk, but the words… not only would they not come out, even if they did they’d be scrambled. It was like word soup in my brain right now. The feelings, both physical and emotional, were too much for me right now. That’s when Susie walked over and held my hand whilst I was still in Avery’s embrace. “Bea… is a Mummy/little switch,” she replied, on my behalf. “Oh shit…” Lucy’s jaw dropped. “REALLY?” “Yes. She hid it because… she had to keep her girlfriend a secret…” “WAIT… GIRLFRIEND?” Lucy was practically squealing at this point she was so excited, in her adorable little shortalls and red tee. “Yes… and her girlfriend isn’t doing so well right now, Lucy, so please…” Lucy’s face dropped, her excitement at the prospect of her toughest friend being a big baby just like her just vanished in an instant, as she rushed over and joined the hug, squeezing me tightly. “What's up with her girlfriend?” “She… she’s a phoenix. And she hasn’t resurrected,” Susie replied. “Wait… phoenixes are real?” Fiona asked, looking like a stereotypical lesbian in her jeans and red flannel shirt. I nodded in her direction, still unable to make a sound. “And Bea here… isn’t doing so good. She… is also autistic, so please, be careful, as she’s a bit overloaded right now and nonverbal it seems…” “Bea…” Lucy said, with a disapproving tone, making my heart skip a beat in fear. “How much have you been keeping from us? I knew you had secrets… but this… oh come here!” Lucy squeezed even tighter, pulling me away from Avery, who gently let go and moved aside, letting my friend hug me as tightly as she needed to. “S… s… sorry…” I muttered, very quietly. “Shush. No ‘S’ word needed here. I just can’t believe there's so much I don’t know about you. Susie… did you know?” “Nope…” she responded. “Found out today. Apparently Beth knew about her autism, which would’ve surprised me if she didn’t already know… but Beth didn’t actually know about the girlfriend or the fact that Bea is both a Mummy and a baby…” “I bet that was a fun conversation…” joked Fiona, who smiled at me, warmly. I managed a little giggle. “I… uh huh…” I replied, finding my voice again. “So a little, eh? I knew you were more than meets the eye… I must say, you make an adorable little baby. Nearly as adorable as our little baby bat…” my wolfy friend replied. I blushed, nuzzling my face into Lucy’s shoulder, trying to hide the embarrassment that was probably very visible right now. “And a Mummy! Oh you’ll have to join us sometime… when you’re not filling your pampers…” Avery said, smiling at me, making me blush even more. “You’ll have to tell us all how it all works between you two… and hey… speaking of which… who is this mystery woman?” Fiona asked. “I think we should wait for everyone to get here first, then she can explain it to you all. Beth is currently looking at her girlfriend to see if she can’t bring her back somehow, or at least find out why she isn’t resurrecting,” Susie replied. Honestly… Susie was saving my ass right now by doing all this talking for me. I was going to pay her back for all this, as I would’ve been a mess otherwise. “Oh wait… that means… Oh Goddess… is Nia coming too?” Lucy asked, pulling away from the hug. Susie and I nodded at her. “I swear… if that little demon says one wrong thing…” I don’t think I have ever heard Lucy sound so… stern. That’s when Susie began to giggle. “Hey! What?” Lucy asked, confused, looking somewhat offended. “Just funny… you defending Bea from being bullied. Never thought I’d see it.” “Shush, zombiegirl! I can be big and scary!” “Sure you can, little batling…” Fiona interrupted, patting the padded vamp on her backside, making the poor girl squeal in shock and embarrassment. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Nia didn’t say a word. She just stood there. Watching. Inspecting every bit of my body from a distance. The room was silent. Everyone waited with bated breath, including Grim and Abby who had turned up just before Nia did. “What…” “Be careful…” growled Lucy, interrupting the little demon brat who had turned up with her Mummy, wearing a cute little black sundress. Nia wasn’t even wearing her glamour, she was just out in the open as her demonic self. “...Is going on? Am I being pranked? Who is it with that Beatrice glamour? You look almost identical… the work that must have gone into that… wow… I applaud you. But it’s unrealistic. Bea would not be caught dead in something that…” Nia stopped mid sentence, before scooting her feet a bit further, closing the gap between us as we stared at each other from either end of the large room. “Wait… that’s not… that’s not a glamour… that… is…” Nia’s grin began forming, growing larger and larger as she quickly realised that it was the real me. “That… OH MY DAD… IS THAT YOU BEA?” “I…” Nia was just about to lay into me with whatever torture or humiliation that had popped into her little head, when her cute black dress suddenly transformed into a bright pink and white frilly babydoll dress. One that barely covered the enormously thick cloth nappy that made her legs split wide open, clearly unable to close them due to the thickness. Her hair band morphed into a large baby bonnet, with little holes in the top that accommodated her horns. Her shoes were transformed into large pink baby booties that matched her dress, along with the thick mittens that had appeared on her hands. Due to the weight of her nappy, and her legs being bowed out due to the thickness, Nia quickly fell to the floor, and before she could say anything, her hands raised up, as if she wasn’t controlling them, and cupped around a gigantic baby bottle that appeared out of thin air, holding it up as she began suckling desperately at the teat, swallowing as much milk as possible, as if it was as important as air. But before any of us could react, my sister walked through the door, confidently striding past the immensely infantilised demon, as if she was invisible. “I assume you did this?” Vic said, breaking the awkward silence. “Sorry if I overstepped. She’s not being a brat. Not today,” my sister replied, finally turning around to stare daggers into an increasingly terrified Nia’s eyes. Nia could tell from that stare that she wasn’t to make fun of me. Not today at least. I doubt the over the top baby apparel was even needed, the stare was enough, but… it was fun for the rest of us at least. “Nope, it’s fine. Honestly if I had your power… she’d be in very much the same way. I assume from this reaction though, that the reason you called us here is… serious?” Vic asked. “Yes. We need all hands on deck. Bea needs our help.” Nia’s face turned from that of fear and embarrassment… to that of concern and compassion. So whilst she suckled from the bottle, she started making noises, trying to get our attention. Beth turned to the demon and sighed. “Look, if I let you free, promise to not be a brat?” Nia nodded. “Fine.” With a wave of her hand, the demon regained control of her body, taking the bottle out of her mouth… though she still sat on the floor wearing that ridiculously babyish outfit. “Bea… permission to make fun of you at a later date?” she asked. Beth rolled her eyes, then looked at me for an answer. I still couldn’t find the words to speak, so I just smiled and nodded. “Kay, thanks Bea. You know I don’t want to upset you, but… I mean… how can I not tease you? But don’t worry, I’ll do that when whatever this is is resolved. Now… who the fuck hurt my Bea and who’s ass do I need to kick?” ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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Chapter 6: Truth Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “Beatrice… I never knew you were a little… I didn’t even think it was possible…” Beth tilted her head, her stern expression replaced by that of compassion… and guilt… I had told her all about me being a little, about me also being a Mummy, about how Sera and I switch every month. But of course I kept some things a secret still… “Neither did I. I know you fell in love with the lifestyle before me, and that made me push all thoughts about this kink to the back of my mind, as I felt it’d be weird if we were both into it… but then I met Sera. And she was just… she opened me up to being a little… and being a Mummy.” “Bea, it’s not weird. You’re my sister, sure. But I’ll happily treat you like any other little friend of ours. Like I would any other little other than Susie. Just don’t expect a spanking or any nappy changes…” she laughed, breaking the awkward tension in the room. “I know. I just… I was worried it’d be weird if I was little.” “Want a sippy cup from me? Want to sit on my lap for a bit? Need a hug? Sure, I’d be happy to oblige. If you need a spanking or something a bit more… yeah… ask someone else and I may need to leave the room. As long as we have boundaries… It's okay. It’s a weird kink, sometimes it can be sexual, but most of the time it just allows littles to de-stress, to be themselves. So be yourself, Bea. I’m not going to judge. And hey, when you’re Mummy, there’s no issue whatsoever and we can talk to each other as fellow caregivers.” “I… thank you…” I replied, tears starting to form in the corners of my eyes, as I was hearing exactly what I had always hoped to hear from her but was too scared to seek out. “I’m sorry you felt you need to hide this side of you, sis,” “It wasn’t just because of that…” “Why else did you hide this side of yourself then?” “Because… I need to keep Sera safe.” “From?” “People who would want to hurt her.” “And those people would be?” “I… look, I put on this fake persona, this ‘badass beatrice’ facade…” “What about all those you’ve dated in the past? Like… Nia’s siblings.” “I… may… have used magic on some of them, at least those who I ‘dated’ after I met Sera.” “Magic? How?” “To make them believe we dated.” “You faked a relationship with these people? Do they know you did?” “I… no…” “Oh Bea… That’s not okay!” “Look, I made sure not to make any relationships complicated. I only picked single people who definitely would’ve dated me. And at the start… I did come out and tell them I needed a fake relationship, and asked for permission to erase their memories of our conversations… but then it got too much hassle and I… I…” “Right. Well I don’t think that’s much better, but why on earth do you need to protect her?” “Because… She's special.” “I can see that.” “You can?” I asked, surprised. If she had figured out what Sera was… “I examined her body. She shows no sign of life… nor death. Like she’s trapped in some eternal limbo between the two. She also shows no sign of undeath… which means you were telling the truth when you told me you didn’t resurrect the poor girl…” “I… I told you…” “Unless you found a way to bypass that… So be honest with me, what is she?” “She’s special. Can… can we just leave it at that?” Beth clearly wasn’t accepting that answer. She just sat there, her hands on her hips, clearly unimpressed by my actions and my ability to lie to her for all these years. It was going to be a while before I could earn her trust back… “No… we can’t.” “Beth. Please. I can’t…” “Beatrice…” she growled “Full name, eh?” I replied, laughing awkwardly and trying to lighten the mood a bit. I hated my sister being all judgmental. “Desperate times call for…” “I know, but seriously… She's special. Leave it at that,” I snapped at her. “You know I can’t, sister.” I had kept this secret for decades. I hadn’t told anyone. I swore I never would. But like my sister said, desperate times… So I focused. Trying to picture the words in my head. I could just outright tell her, but then she’s not going to belie- “Beatrice… tell me. Now…” All that prep work I did in my head flew out the window the second I was pressured by my sister. “SHE’S A FUCKING PHOENIX, OKAY?” “Ha… No, seriously Bea, what is she?” “I told you!” “Phoenixes haven’t existed for hundreds of years. Try again,” she growled, not believing me. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!” I never swear at my sister. At least not like this. We never fight, not properly anyway. We’d have a bit of an argument, but I never full-on screamed at her face like I just did. Which instantly made her take me seriously. “You can’t be serious? A phoenix?” “Yes. Now can you see why I had to keep her such a secret?” “Okay, if you’re telling the truth… you’re not completely forgiven for all that lying and manipulating and faking memories… but this…” “You’d have done the same thing, no?” “If I was in your shoes? Maybe. But Bea… how on earth did you…?” “Meet a phoenix? I’ll tell you the whole story another time, but let's just say I saved her decades ago. We got chatting… fell in love… and I swore to protect her. So I continued this elaborate persona, pretended I was single, and hid her away in the countryside.” “Phoenixes… they’re…” “Supposed to be extinct, yes. There are a few remaining, but they’ve been hunted to extinction basically.” “So it’s true… they have the ability to give eternal life?” “Yes. That’s why they were hunted. It’s not just the kind of immortality that vamps and undead get. It’s not just a longer lifespan, like most of the monstrum community get. I mean it, it’s eternal. You can’t be killed, you just resurrect. You can’t die of old age, you simply don’t get old. It’s why people will pay more than the value of a small country just to obtain one. Humans want to live forever, Monstrum want to not die at the hands of hunters. Both have a reason to hunt my girlfriend.” “And you’ve kept her safe this whole time?” “Her family were killed for their hearts. She nearly was… until I stepped in. And I swore I’d keep her safe.” “So her passing and coming back…” “Is her rebirth cycle, yes. It happens every month, though give or take a few days each time. It’s also why I stole your book. I needed something that would help her with the pain of dying. It’s agonising for her, as you can expect, as she bursts into flames, only to be reborn from the ashes…” “You always were good with potions… Right. Okay. Well this changes basically everything. She should have resurrected by now, if what I’ve read is true.” “Exactly. That’s why I came to you…” “What do you expect me to do though, Bea? I’ve never even seen her kind, let alone treated one! And I can’t just bring her back from the dead, she has a special relationship with death… something I am not going to start sticking my hand into…” Beth just sat there, thinking to herself in silence, as I waited for her to finish her sentence. “Right…” she said, looking up at me and smiling. “Well, leave her with me. Now I know what she is… I can give her body another inspection. Maybe if I can figure out how her rebirth thing works, I could possibly give it a bit of a jump-start?” “Look, I trust you, sis. Just… please… save her…” Beth took one look at me before she stood up, walked over to me, knelt down by my side, and hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry it took you this long to open up to me about… well… everything. But I’m glad you did, despite what caused it. You know I love you, right? You’re my sister. I would do anything for you. And if my sister is a little, then…” Beth stopped talking for a second as she realised something, “Oh dear…” she said as she released me from the hug but still held my arms as she stared into my eyes, tears forming in the corners of her own. “You must have felt so left out and lonely during the events over the years…” “I… it was okay… I wasn’t… always feeling little… but yeah…” “Right. Then you’re coming to the littles events as you. In fact the next one we have when you’re having your little month or whatever you call it, you’re coming along. No arguments. Though this means having to tell…” “Everyone? Yeah… Susie got half the story… AND SHE’S PROBABLY BEEN LISTENING IN THE WHOLE TIME SO NOW SHE KNOWS THE REST…” I shouted towards the door, hearing a giggling in response. “Maaaaaybe…” Susie said, peeking her head in through the now open door. “Come on in hun,” I replied, waving her over and smiling. I had a feeling she had been listening. I told her to stay close and I kinda expected her to be listening in. Susie waddled over quickly, wrapping her arms around me and hugging me tightly whilst my sister still held onto my arms. “You’re family, Bea,” she said, squeezing me tightly. “Whether you’re my cool Aunt when you’re feeling big, or you’re my baby sister when you’re little, you’re still family. And we all love you.” “Thanks kiddo…” I replied, leaning my head against my sister-in-law. “Lucy is going to be so excited and also so confused. Abby… she’ll probably pretend she figured it out years ago… Grim will probably shrug… and Nia… oh god… she’s…” Susie’s face dropped as she realised that Nia was going to find out about all this. “Going to be insufferable?” I replied, half joking. “I know. I’ll just have to put her in her place before she can do anything, remind her that even if sometimes I like to… you know… I’m still a Mummy.” Susie giggled. “You… a Mummy. It’s weird, but it also makes the most sense at the same time, more so than you being a little. I always wondered why you weren’t into this, as you always played the role of Auntie or babysitter so well. Turns out you are!” Beth interrupted us by clearing her throat. “Susie? Mind taking Bea back to the playroom? Keep her distracted for a bit whilst I look after her girlfriend, I’m going to do everything I can to try to fix this, I promise.” “Yes Mummy! Can do!” she said, smiling at her, then turning to me with the same infectious smile. I couldn’t help but smile back. Because not only did this girl have this weird ability to make anyone happier, but because I trusted my sister. She’d get Sera back. No matter what it takes. --------------------------------------------------------------------- “So can I ask…?” “I had a feeling this was coming…” I replied as I sat down at the colouring table with Susie. She instantly got to work, picking up a crayon and taking a colouring page, carefully colouring within the lines. I just sat there, watching her work, smiling. It’s funny how they all do it differently, even me. Even Sera. Despite never actually colouring with anyone at the Sanctuary, over the years I had watched all my friends colouring in, and noticed the differences in how we all go about it. Susie is very much a ‘stay within the lines’ gal. Nia is very much a ‘you’re lucky if it’s even the right colour’ kinda demon. Lucy will add glitter and sparkles to hers to make it even more colourful. Grim doesn’t even colour, he prefers to draw his own things. And Abby… well Abby spends most of her time organising the pencils in order and very rarely gets to finish any colouring because she has to be extremely neat. Me… I’m very much a ‘colour by colour, need to follow a routine’ kinda gal. Sera… Sera is… Sera… “Bea? You okay?” Susie asked, nudging me gently as I began to think about Sera… and how much I missed her right now. “You drifted off a bit there into your own world. How… how are you doing?” “Not very well, it seems. I… miss her.” “I bet you do. But don’t worry, between you and Beth… I’m sure we’ll get your girlfriend back, wherever she is. We may need a bit more help though…” “Susie, I appreciate the offer but I’m still a bit nervous about revealing who… and what Sera is. What if word gets out?” “It won’t. We’re your friends. Trust us. You’ve always been here for us, no matter what. You’ve saved my ass too many times to count. And Lucy’s. And Nia’s. And Vic’s. And Grim’s. And Abby’s. And Fiona’s. And Avery just hasn’t known you long enough to have her ass saved, but I’m sure you’ll do that eventually for her. Let us help you now.” “Fine. But I swear… if that little demon…” “I think Vic will give you permission to punish her if she steps out of line or goes too far with her teasing…” “I’m not used to being teased. At least not unless it’s Sera doing the teasing.” “You’ll have to tell us all about her when you’re ready. If a woman can win ‘Beatrice the badass’s heart… she must be special.” “...she is. Was. I…” She must have sensed me about to spiral again, so she grabbed her phone from her pocket. “Right. I’m calling the squad. You focus on colouring.” “Do I not get to change into some other outfit?” “Littlespace helps me when I’m stressed and worrying. So no, you’re keeping that padded butt parked right there. And if you have to deal with a bit of teasing… I think that’ll help keep your mind off everything. Plus if Nia takes it too far, you can punish her and that will distract you plenty!” I knew I was going to regret this. Everyone was going to know. After decades of keeping it just between Sera and I… all my friends would know I’m just like them. Well, at least half the time anyway. But part of me… was excited. ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Chapter 5: Help Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “Oh hey Bea…” Susie said to me, as I rushed past her across the Sanctuary lobby, heading from the portal I kept hidden in one of the closets within the Sanctuary, one I used to get to and from home quickly and easily, one that no one but me knows about or can see without my permission. “SISTER… WHERE…?” I yelled, looking frantically around for the only person I knew could possibly help. “Beth? She’s in the office, behind reception… are you okay Bea? You’re dressed… umm…” “Can’t talk… not now…” I ran over to the reception counter, leaping over it effortlessly, probably showing off the wet nappy to my sister-in-law, but right now… I didn’t give a fuck. I needed my sister. I needed help. I needed… Running up to the office door, I tried opening it but found it to be locked. So I started banging my closed fist against the glass “BETH!” I screamed. “Just a minute…” she called out. “BETH… PLEASE… HELP…” I heard shuffling, as if someone was trying to hurry, before the door unlocked and opened, revealing my sister there, wearing her usual work attire of blouse, pencil skirt and heels, as she looked me up and down. “What is… wait… Bea… What are you wearing? You look like… Susie…” she asked, confused. “Help. I need help. Now. Please. Help her…” “Help who?” “My girlfriend…” “What’s up with her? And wait… since when do you-?” “SHE WON’T WAKE UP!” -------------------------------------------------------------- “Carry her into the back, there’s a good girl,” Beth instructed Susie, who used her increased strength to effortlessly carry my girlfriend’s lifeless body out of the portal, and into a private room in the back of the Sanctuary. Beth and I followed closely behind her, my sister putting her hand on my shoulder, guiding me and trying to comfort me. “I… please… help her… I…” “Beatrice… calm down. It’s okay. I’ll help you… but first you’ll have to tell me more about her. And more about… well… all of this. Because last I checked, you hated cutesy clothes, you didn’t have a secret hidden portal to Goddess-knows-where, and oh yeah… YOU DIDN’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” “I… I… I’ll explain. I promise. I just… need you to… help… help her… please…” “I’ve never seen you like this. Not in a long time. So it must be serious. Tell me everything,” she said as we entered the private room. Susie placed Sera’s body on a table, before Beth walked ahead and began examining it. “How long has she been dead?” “About twelve hours now… she usually wakes up by now…” I replied, sounding exhausted. I had no more tears to cry, I had exhausted them all up to this point. “And what caused her to die?” Beth asked. “She… I… I can’t explain…” “Bea, what caused her to die?” I couldn’t tell her the truth, despite the judgmental mummy voice. I trusted her more than anything… but she can’t know. “She just ran out of life. It was her time again. I tried helping her come back… but this time she just didn’t,” I said, not exactly lying… but definitely being vague. “Again? Wait… Bea… have you been resurrecting this poor girl? Behind my back? Without consulting me? You know the risks!” “I haven’t! I promise!” “I was lucky with Susie. And I say that considering we had to deal with Death themself. We got off easy. Necromancy is not something you just… do…” “I didn’t! I may have borrowed your book, but it wasn’t…” “SO YOU STOLE IT? That’s where it was! I’ve been looking everywhere for that. Why would you do such a thing?” “I didn’t use it to bring her back! I promise! I just needed it to brew something that would make her ‘coming back’… a little… less rough.” “Stop lying to me, Beatrice! First you come to me with this mysterious dead woman whilst you’re dressed like… that, claiming that she’s your ‘girlfriend’, then you tell me you stole my book… Bea… tell me the truth…” “I’m not lying! She is my girlfriend! I didn’t use necromancy to bring her back! I…” “Why on earth are you dressed like that?” Susie added, finally chiming in. I felt like I was being attacked. I could feel my brain getting overloaded. This was all too much for me to process. “I… I…” “Bea, just tell me the truth,” my sister sounded more irritated at this point. So I ran. “Bea… Bea? Beeeeeeea…” I could hear Susie’s voice calling out. Clearly she was sent to go find me, and so she has. But I kept quiet, in the hope that maybe she wouldn’t notice me. Because my thoughts were all over the place. “There you are…” Susie said, making me submerge further into the ball pit. “What are you doing in here?” “I… needed… somewhere quiet…” “Are you okay?” she asked, before she climbed in and sat next to me, pulling me up out of the mass of balls slightly so my head and face were visible. “I… needed help… I… I…” “Look, you’re my sister-in-law. You’re one of my best friends. I’m always here for you. And I’ll never judge you. Even if you keep secrets… like… wearing nappies…” I submerged myself into the ocean of plastic, multicoloured balls once again, trying to hide my shame. “So you saw…” “Kinda hard to miss…” she smiled, awkwardly. “I…” “Want to tell me?” “No.” “That’s fine then.” “But I should…” “That’s fine too. Again, no judgement from me. Okay? Just tell me whatever you want. Baby steps… or is that a bad choice of words?” she asked, giggling. “Not funny…” “Sorry, couldn’t resist. Look, my wife is looking after your girlfriend. Or whoever that woman actually is-” “She is my girlfriend.” “Okay… well we’ll get to that amazing revelation in a minute… but yes, Beth is looking after your girlfriend’s body. She’ll see if she can help her. You stay here with me, okay?” “I need to get back…” “Yes, but not in the state you’re in now. You’re no help to anyone when you look like you’re on the verge of a panic attack… which… I’ve gotta say… I never expected you of all people to be experiencing…” I emerged a little more from the ocean of plastic balls again, still too nervous to look Susie in the eyes. “...I’m autistic.” “Wait… you are?” “Yeah… I… umm… only three people know though. I keep this persona, this image of confidence that I created when I was younger… to keep her safe…” “Her? I assume you’re talking about your ‘girlfriend’?” “Yes. We’ve… we’ve been dating for decades now… the Bea you think you know now? That was the Bea I was, before I met her…” “Decades? But what about all those people you’ve slept with and dated?” Susie asked, sounding confused. “Anyone after I met her? Made up. Before then… yeah, I was a bit of a slut.” “WHAT? Reveal of the century! Bea, the badass, made up… wait… how did you do that? They all say…” “I implanted memories. Pretended to date. Used… magic on people…” “Well we’ll talk about consent another time, though honestly… that’s a bit of a weird grey area I guess… but wait, so you ‘pretended’ to date and sleep with other people… just so others wouldn’t know you’re dating that woman back there?” “Yeah… to… keep her safe…” “Right, we’ll get to that eventually. Sorry, this is a lot to process. Bea, one of my closest friends, is not the person I thought she was…” “Sorry. I… I’m not usually this much of a mess. But everything with Sera… she keeps me grounded…” “Sera? Is that her name? Pretty…” “Yeah… Sera… she’s my everything. I… I love her…” “Bea? Using the word ‘love’? Must be serious…” “She’s also my… my…” “Mummy?” I blushed and wanted to hide again, but I felt Susie grab my arm and squeeze, preempting my withdrawal and countering it. “Don’t hide hun. You can tell me everything. I won’t tell a soul.” “She’s not just that… she’s my little too…” “Oh snap… you’re a switch? I mean I always figured you were somewhat switchy, but I didn’t realise you were a little/Mummy switch. Wait… how come you don’t-?” “Come to events? Tell anyone? I need to uphold my reputation. And being in thick nappies kinda shatters that illusion, don’t you think? Plus it was always more of my sister’s thing… and I felt like it’d be weird being little around her…” “Pff… it’d only be weird if she changed you or whatever. It’s not weird as long as you just keep it PG.” “Still… reputation…” I mumbled. “I know hun, but as someone who struggled to accept they liked this stuff… it’s not good to keep it bottled up and hidden. You should be you.” “It was my turn to be little this month… that’s why… that’s why I’m dressed like this… she’d usually come back and we’d switch an… an…” “Your turn?” “Yeah… every… look, I know it's weird, but it works for us.” “Hey, I’m not judging. Tell me all about it.” The way Susie was talking to me… it was weird. I wasn’t used to her talking to me like this… all… comforting. Usually it was the other way around. I always put on this facade, that I never needed help. Mostly because Sera kept me grounded. Sera was my rock, she was the one who helped me through everything. From my autism to my anxiety, to my depression… everything that I dealt with… she helped. No matter if she was little or big at the time. She was my everything, and now I had to resort to my friends… and actually open up to them properly for the first time… well… ever. “When she… umm… ‘passes’… I make sure she comes back… and when she does…” I really struggled to open up, but I knew it was for the best. Keeping her safe was no longer an option, I had to share her with the world. “She switches headspace. And it’s always towards the end of the month, though it's never on a particular day or date. So one month she’s my Mummy, one month she’s my baby.” “That… is an interesting take on it…” Susie said in disbelief. “Wait… so you adapt to her?” “Yeah…” I sighed. “That must be difficult. What if you want to be little but it's her turn?” “I…” I hung my head, avoiding eye contact with my friend. “I just deal with it.” “Not tried both being little?” Susie shrugged. “Yup… didn’t work,” I sighed. “And not bothered looking for another Mummy? One to keep you both little?” “I… couldn’t. I… had to keep her safe.” “You said that before. You’re keeping her safe. From what?” “From… everyone. She… she’s fragile.” “Bea, you can’t just lock the poor girl up somewhere. She needs a social life.” “You don’t understand. None of you would understand.” “What don’t I understand?” Before I could reply, a familiar voice rang out through the playroom, sounding extremely upset. “Beatrice…” “You want me to tell her everything you’ve told me?” Susie whispered to me. I appreciated the thought, but it was probably best coming from me. “No. I need to talk to my sister…” “Want me to come with or give you two some space?” “Hang out nearby, but give us a moment together?” “Will do,” she said, smiling at me, helping me stand up in the giant ball pit. And as I turned around, I saw a very pissed off Beth. As we entered the back room, Susie closed it behind us, staying outside like I asked… and that’s when I saw Sera’s lifeless body just laying there. But there was a weird aura around her now… and I instantly started worrying. “Sera!” I cried out, running over to her, before being stopped by my sister. She physically held me back as I clawed and pushed as hard as I could, to no avail. “She’s fine. Or at least her body is. It’s just a little protection ward. Please… sit…” my sister ordered to me. Beth pointed to two chairs next to us, separated by a small, shoddy wooden table. So, trusting my sister that she was simply protecting Sera, I sat down, my heart racing as I dreaded telling her the thing I had avoided for decades. “So… I’m going to ask you a lot of questions. And you’re going to give me the truth,” she ordered, sternly, before sighing and staring at me. “Why… why are you being like this?” I asked, on the verge of tears. “Because, Beatrice… When my sister comes in with a strange woman’s corpse, claiming to be her girlfriend, whilst wearing what is clearly a nappy… I tend to wonder… What the hell happened to my sister and why would she keep such things from me? You’re clearly not the sister I thought I had…” “I…” “So let's start off simple. Who is the woman?” she asked, her face as unmoving as a statue. It was like a permanent resting bitch face as she interrogated me. “My girlfriend, Sera.” “How long have you been dating?” “Decades. Before you and Susie got together.” “That… is a long time to hide a secret girlfriend. How did no one find out?” “Hidden portal at Vic’s manor. Sera and I own a house in the middle of the countryside, we had a portal that linked the two. Then when I moved out… I changed it so it led here.” “So there’s a secret portal into my supposed SANCTUARY? Beatrice… The clue is in the name! It’s supposed to be SAFE!” “IT IS! NO ONE CAN SEE IT WITHOUT MY PERMISSION! NO ONE KNOWS SERA EVEN EXISTS!” “And why is that? Why does no one know she exists?” “Because…” “Because what?” “I… can’t tell you,” I mumbled, very awkwardly. “Why not?” “I need to keep her safe.” “And you can’t even tell your own sister?” “Oh like you were so forthcoming with Susie when you brought her back…” I snapped at her, quickly regretting how I sounded. Beth sighed. She knew I had a point. She had no right to argue about keeping secrets. “Look, trust me,” I said, trying to roll back my temper. “I’ll tell you… just not right now. Please. I… I still can’t focus.” “Fine. Then I guess I’ll enquire about the elephant in the room…” I sighed. I felt sick. I tried so hard to bury this side of me around my friends. Which was hard when they were all little, having fun… “Why am I dressed like this? Because, dear sister… your wife isn’t the only little in the family.” ===================================================== Good prediction! If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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Chapter 4: Samhain Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “Baby… wake up, it’s morning…” “Huh…” I said, unable to open my eyes, let alone get out of bed. “You fell asleep by my bedside again…” “I… what?” “You were up late again?” “Someone had to make sure you came back…” “Oh baby…” It was that time of the month again. And like clockwork, she had switched. So now it was my time to be the baby, as she was clearly in full mummy-mode. And after such a lovely month together, which involved finally eating those strawberries we were waiting so long for, it was going to be hard to make the switch again for me, and it was going to take a couple of days for me to adjust. I’m not good with change. Despite always wanting to change everything. Sure, I could try and switch gradually over the last couple of days leading to her… you know… but during that time she needs me more than ever. Especially when she’s little. Thankfully she’s as understanding as she is wonderful, and she gives me a few days to gradually lead me into whatever headspace is needed for the month. “Well how about you actually get in the bed this morning, and we snuggle for a bit before getting breakfast? You look exhausted,” she said, as she shuffled over to the other side and patted the mattress, inviting me in for a snugglefest. Without hesitation my eyes opened and I shot up, diving under the covers and snuggling against her, my body pressing against hers. The warmth of the bed, after it had cooled a little, felt just like the feeling of sheets when they’re fresh out of the dryer… it was soooo good. “Mmmm… you smell so good…” I commented, without thinking. I was still half asleep, so I was on what is basically auto-pilot. “Oh, it’s that type of morning, is it?” she grinned at me, before planting her face on my neck… biting it gently. At that moment I was gone. Whatever tiredness, whatever Mummy headspace I was in, whatever little headspace was waiting to come out… none of it mattered, it all disappeared the instant she started ravishing my neck with kisses and nibbles. No, the subby side of me had come back in full force as I let this gorgeous woman do what she liked to me. “I… I…” It seemed like all my words had melted, and I was nothing more than a little dolly to be played with. Which… is fine by me. This woman has my heart already, she can have the rest of me whenever she wants… “Right, I’m going to fuck you senseless… then we’re going to get you some coffee, followed by a gradual regression into littlespace. Do you have anything going on today?” “N… n…” I couldn’t even form the word ‘no’, so I just shook my head. “Good. Because it may take some time for the first item on the agenda…” she growled into my ear, sending shivers down my body, making me wet before I could even get changed into a nappy. -------------------------------------------------------- “How’s the sanctuary doing, baby girl?” she asked as I walked through the front door. It had been about a week into this cycle, and it was going as great as ever. “It’s doing okay. It’s a bit busy, so I’ve been staying in the back most of the time, away from the noise and the people.” “And how’s that nappy?” “I… umm…” I replied, blushing as she walked over to the hallway and spun me around, lifting the back of my black skater dress to reveal a thick nappy underneath. “And did anyone notice?” she asked. “I… no…” “Good girl.” “Nia nearly did. But then… I had to put on my act and put her in her place.” “Oh, like I do with you?” “I…” my eyes widened in fear, knowing that I was going to experience what I had put Nia through earlier today… which included a very red backside and a cute, magically-induced, babyish lisp. “I’d love to see you and that little demon friend of yours playing together. Mostly because I would pay to see her reaction to finding out you’re even more of a little than her…” “I NOT!” I blurted out, without thinking. One look. That’s all it took for me to back down. Just one stern look. “Sowwy…” I said, feeling guilty, before staring at the floor, trying anything to avoid looking at her in the eyes. “Thought so. Honeybee… you’re so little… I bet you’re even more little than your friend Lucy!” “I… I…” Okay, being smaller than Nia is one thing. She’s more of a bratty toddler most of the time. But Lucy? Lucy is as close to an infant as possible! Her Mummies dote on that girl so much, and she’s babbling half the time when around them. I’m not that little… Am I? I was thinking something like… Susie? Maybe? It appeared like I had been distracted by my own thoughts, as I was quickly brought out of my trance by a hand cupping my chin, lifting it up, making me stare deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “Sweetie, you’re lucky I don’t make you a newborn…” “Eeep…” was all I was able to get out, frozen completely still, at the mercy of my amazing Mummy. “Maybe one day. I’d love to see you playing with your friends.” “I dunno… I’ve been a bit anxious about mixing this… with my sister…” “I know, you’ve been trying so hard to be distinctly different with her in regards to kinks. Even made it out like your special interest is your main kink…” “HEY! I… like maid uniforms…” I replied, twiddling my fingers awkwardly. “Yes, but they aren’t kinky for you, are they?” “I… shush…” “Are you telling your Mummy to shush? Do you really want me to tell your little friends that you’re not this badass witch who puts them in their places…? That you’re just a pants-wetting little baby like them, one who can’t help but suckle from her Mummy whenever she gets the chance?” Okay. Brain overload. At least this was the fun kind of brain overload. “I… I…” “Honestly, I’m surprised you’ve managed to keep up this ruse around the community that you’re this badass who everyone is scared of. When you’re just my cute little Princess… willing to do anything, and I mean anything, to please me.” “DIS NOT FAIR!” “You think this isn’t fair? Waltz that cute little padded butt into the nursery, sweetie… I’ll show you what’s not fair…” she said, grinning, as she pointed to the door. -------------------------------------------------------- “Oh no, what’s up cupcake?” I asked her, bending down to my crying girlfriend, who was sitting on the grass, by the rosebush. “I… I pricked… my… my…” Sera struggled to get her words out, sobbing between each one. “Did the nasty rosebush thorns prick my little sweetheart’s finger?” She didn’t reply, she just nodded, tears streaming down her face. “That’s okay. Let Mummy get you all cleaned up, we’ll get you a plaster for your fingie, then I’ll get the rosebush sorted for you…” “Buh… I wan… I wan…” I could tell it in her voice, the look in her eyes… there was no talking her out of this. This was probably the last time we got to do any gardening together, as it was getting late in the year. During the winter I just use my magic to tend to its upkeep, so Sera won’t get to enjoy this thing until March at the earliest. So she was determined to do as much as possible today. “Fine. But you’re wearing gloves. You’re only little, and I can’t have my baby hurting herself just because some silly thorns were meanies!” She sniffled and nodded again. “Otay Mama… fank you…” “Come on then, cupcake,” I said as I helped her to her feet, quickly slipping a finger into her nappy as I did so. “Do you need… yup. Let’s get you changed too whilst we’re up. How about a sandwich for lunch before we finish off the last jobs here later this afternoon?” “Can I have your crusts?” “Sure, cutie. But only if you don’t fuss during your change.” She beamed with pride as she waddled back into our little house. I loved that we could just be open and not have to hide anything here. No neighbours for miles, living in the middle of nowhere in the countryside, hidden away… it was perfect for her. It was perfect for me. No city noises, no sensory overload, no people, no masking. Nothing. Just me and her. Getting to be our true selves. And I wouldn’t change this for the world. -------------------------------------------------------- Halloween. The biggest day for Monstrum-kind, and one of the busiest days at the Sanctuary, and only a couple of days away. Samhain was special not just for Witches, but for all Monstrum. For humans, it’s an excuse to dress up in silly costumes and eat sweets and chocolate. Even in this country, which doesn’t celebrate it as much as some others, it’s just a silly, spooky day, barely taken seriously anymore these days. But for Monstrum, it’s a celebration. Not only that, but it’s also our day to honour the dead and reflect upon our lives. To those human witches who aren’t naturally magically inclined like monstrum Witches, Samhain is an important day, in which they believe the boundary between the living and the spiritual realms weakens. I mean… they’re not wrong… kind of… It’s not that the boundary is weakened, it’s that we’re just out more… partying. So we’re more noticeable. The spirits are already there during the rest of the year, but it’s Samhain when they’re getting drunk and putting traffic cones on bus stops… Like I said, it’s a busy day for us. And so the Sanctuary gets especially busy, as we hold our Samhain festival every year there. And I promised that if I could… I’d help my sister out. It’s not the best place for me, and she knows that, but I know how overwhelmed she is and how much she needs me. I’ll just have to remember to take my magical noise-cancelling earbuds. They drown out the loud noises but still allow me to hear when I need to. I don’t know what I’d do without them. This month… I was in my little headspace during Sera’s monthly cycle, as she was in her maternal one. Problem is, it’ll take me a few days to switch over properly, which means I’ll still feel a bit little during the party, which wasn’t the best headspace for me to go act as the bouncer at my sister’s club when other monstrum get too rowdy. But Sera was getting weaker and weaker, which meant it wasn’t long now before I ended up switching back to being Mummy and getting my dominant headspace back. It’s not like she goes at midnight on the first of every month. It’s always in the final few days of each month (though no strict timetable), and I have to be with her. I’ve been fortunate the past few years in that she’s passed a few days before or after Samhain, meaning I could help out at the Sanctuary for the big party, but there have been some Samhain festivals in the past that I’ve had to miss, faking illness or whatever excuse I could come up with, just to guide my girlfriend back to the land of the living. Because she will always be more important to me than anything. I would destroy Death to keep my love safe. This year… I was probably going to get to go help my sister out, as Sera was getting weaker and weaker. If she didn’t go tonight… It'll definitely be tomorrow, just before the big day. And then little Sera will insist that I go help out at Samhain, rather than spend time with her. Which I hate, because if I just spoke up… If I was just as persuasive and insistent as I make myself out to be… I’d tell both her and my sister that I’d prefer to have a nice quiet Samhain in. I get the parties, I get the celebration. After our kind has been vilified and hunted over the centuries… monstrum have the right to celebrate our existence. But for me… Samhain is more about honouring the dead, something which a lot of these cultures around this part of the world just don’t do. But no, I’ll go help out. I’ll party. I’ll appear to be the social Goddess that I’m made out to be. Which, considering what I am… is just hilarious really. My sister seems to think so. But she only knows half of my story. She only knows half of who I really am. Three people know I’m autistic. And only one of those knows I’m a little, a switch… or that I’m dating someone. -------------------------------------------------------- “Wake up, sweetpea…” I said, gently trying to rustle her from her slumber, still wearing the cutesy lilac babydoll dress that she had put me in yesterday. My hair was still in pigtails, my nappy was a bit wet still… but I hadn’t had time to change. I fell asleep by her bedside again, and I was going to make sure she was okay before I changed into my more ‘Mummyish’ clothes. No doubt after being brought back, she was going to be starving too. And I was ready, as soon as she wakes up, to go cook whatever her heart desires. Then no doubt she’ll insist I go help out my sister set up the Sanctuary for Samhain, as Sera ended up passing two days before the big event, leaving plenty of time for me to go help out. “Sera?” I shook her a bit more. “Come on sleepyhead… wake up…” I was starting to get a bit worried. “Sera? Come on baby girl, wake up. Don’t you want some breakfast?” I had already given her an hour more than she usually needs to come back. “Sera? Baby?” But her body was still lifeless… That’s when my heart sank. She… wasn’t waking up. ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! 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What they are and who they are have been obscured for a reason (part of it being a throw back to my 2nd monstrum story) :3 But I promise you its worth it.

Chapter 3: Mummy… Again Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess I must have fallen asleep by her bed, because I awoke to drool running down my chin, pooling on the mattress… and a big smiling grin in front of me. “Morning Mummy!” she exclaimed, before planting a huge kiss on my forehead. “Morning… kiddo…” “Someone’s tired and groggy…” she commented, sounding full of life again. “Couldn’t sleep,” I groaned back at her, playfully. “Oh no! What’s up? Are you ill?” “Just… this takes a lot out of me…” I sighed. I quickly regretted my choice of words as I looked up to see my gorgeous babygirl’s beautiful brown eyes staring at me, tears forming in the corners of them. “I… I’m sowwy… Mummy…” “Oh baby!” I said, bouncing off the chair I was sitting on by her bedside, grabbing her and lifting her onto my lap as I fell back onto the bed, cuddling her tightly. “You never have to be sorry for this. This is not your fault. I love you, I love every side of you. And I would do this for a thousand years if I had to.” “I… but… you’d be better off if…” “No. Stop that. Stop that right now, little lady. I love you. With all my heart. You know this. You bring a light to my life that I never thought would exist. You fill my days with hope and love… and I would endure a thousand lifetimes of this just to see you smile.” “Buh…” “But nothing, sweetpea. Mummy gets tired when you come back, that's it. That’s what happens to Mummies with adorable and excitable little girls.” “I…” I pulled her head closer to my chest, resting it gently against my boobs as I carefully stroked her black hair, playfully messing with her red streaks like I always do. “Mummy just needs some coffee to replenish her energy levels. And you… probably need some thicker underwear…” I teased. Sera began giggling. But it was clear she wasn’t giggling at my comment, as she kept looking down. “Mummy needs thinner underwear…” I blushed slightly. It was still so difficult to switch headspaces so suddenly. Especially when the past month has been so… perfect. I wanted to stay little. I didn’t want to switch. Not yet. But it was time. She only lasts a month or so… then she has to be brought back. And when she does… she switches headspaces. She can’t control this. She can’t decide when and where she switches. We’ve tried, believe me. It’s completely tied to her being brought back, and she can’t force a headspace. She’s just naturally little one month, then naturally dominant the other. And so it repeats every time she’s brought back. I’ve tried potions, I’ve tried spells… nothing works. So… I adapted. I’m the one who switches for her. Because I would do anything for that woman. I love her with all my heart. I will protect this girl until the day I die. I will never let anything happen to her. I will make sure she is happy… loved… and most importantly, alive. But yes, occasionally… I don’t want to switch back. And we’ve tried it with both of us being little or both being dominant… but it just doesn’t work. So I keep switching, even if it’s not what I want to do. Because it’s not her fault, it's not like she can control this headspace switch. And it’s not like her whole personality changes either. She’s still the amazing, adorable, nerdy girl I fell in love with all those decades ago, she just gets a little more timid and submissive one month, then a bit more dominant the other. I like to think it brings a certain… spice to our relationship. It keeps things fresh and exciting. Not going to lie though… watching her drift off… month after month… …I was not good at handling watching her die. Even if I was there to make sure she didn’t stay dead for long. I probably should have spoken to a therapist about all this decades ago, but instead I let it fester inside… and it was draining me, month after month. -------------------------------------------------------- “Mummy!” she said as she stuck her spoon into the mush that I had provided her for breakfast, whilst she sat in the highchair, kicking her cute little leggies. “What, sweetie?” I replied, preparing breakfast for myself by the stove. “You were drifting off again. Are you okay?” “I’m fine, baby girl. Just… tired. That’s all.” “Pwomise?” “Promise.” “Pinky pwomise?” “I promise, sweetie,” I said, avoiding agreeing to a pinky promise. It’d break her heart if she knew I was lying to her, and breaking a sacred pinky promise in the process. “Otay…” she smiled up at me, before shoving the spoonful of mush into her mouth, happily nomming on the breakfast I hastily prepared for her. “So… what’s on the agenda this month?” I asked her. “Well we had a lot of time together the past month. And you've been neglecting your friends a bit, even though I did say you could go socialise…” “I was wanting to be close to you, sweetpea…” I said. This wasn’t a lie. I did neglect my friends a bit this past month, but not because I felt like I had to spend time with her… but because for some reason… my little side just didn’t want to let go, and I was really enjoying my time with my Mummy. But I really did owe my friends some time socialising with them. Especially my family. “Well I’mma big girl now…” I turned the hob off and turned around. “Are you now…?” I growled down at her, standing before her with my arms crossed. Her little face was priceless. It was like a deer in headlights. “I… I…” “Well Mummy could let you be a ‘big girl’... but only for a few hours, so I can see my friends. But we can do that later in the week. Today is all about my Princess…” This made her blush even more, burying her face in her hands as she wiggled about in her highchair. It wasn’t like she wasn’t a fully capable adult when she’s going through her ‘little months’. In fact she’s still more mature than most people I know, especially considering she deals with my particular… thing. Even when she’s feeling little she’s always there to help calm me down after a meltdown or help me process some things, and always keeping track of things that bother me. She’s always there for support, even if I’m supposed to play the caregiver that month. But during her ‘little months’, her emotions are very raw, she finds fascination in things… It's like a mixture of my littlespace and my adult headspace. But then she also easily drifts off into littlespace whenever she’s around me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t leave her unattended for a few hours, even a few days, without having to hire a babysitter. She’s capable of looking after herself, she’s just a little… childish. We’ve managed for years, even back when I was busy most of the time, and she was perfectly fine on her own whilst I was gone. Thankfully my time has freed up since then and I can spend a lot more time here, with her. “As long as you go out and socialise…” I could see the longing in her eyes, I could hear the hurt in her little voice… I wish I could take her to see them all. They’d love her so much. But I can’t. She has to stay here. She’s safe here. No one can know she exists. That's why I put on this facade… To keep her safe. To keep her secret. And it hurts me to the very core of my soul that I can’t share her with my loved ones, that I can’t be myself around anyone else, that I can’t let her experience more… But she’s delicate. My delicate little baby doll. Maybe one day I’ll be able to introduce her to my family, maybe one day I’ll be able to take her to the Sanctuary I’ve told her so much about. Maybe one day she’ll be able to meet all my friends. Maybe one day I’ll take her to play in the playroom. Maybe one day I’ll be able to proudly confess my love for this woman… without having to worry about people finding out about her. And it hurts me even worse that I do this to her. Hiding her away like some secret. But it's for her own good. It's for her safety. If people knew… “MUMMY!” She brought me out of my own spiralling thoughts once again. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she said in her normal, adult tone. “I’m fine, my love,” I lied. Though I’m pretty sure she didn’t believe it, as one of her eyebrows raised. “Anyway… I think your strawberries are nearly ready. Maybe we can pick them next week? Maybe we can do a bit of gardening whilst the weather is still good?” “You’re dodging things again…” she said, seemingly unimpressed by my attempt to divert the conversation. “I…” “Honey…” she sounded more stern this time. “I’m fine,” I repeated. “You’re clearly not. What’s going on in that head of yours?” “I thought you were supposed to be little this month…” “My girlfriend is hurting. So you get Sera, the girlfriend, not Sera, the baby. Now please, Honey… Please tell me what’s up. I stared into her beautiful brown eyes, and I just felt guilt in my heart. “...I… are you happy?” I asked. “What kind of question is that?” she replied. “Of course I am!” “But… you could… be outside… making friends…” “And we both know why I can’t go out,” she smiled whilst also sighing. “But what if I’m just being overprotective? You managed by yourself before you met me!” I asked. “You’re not being overprotective. And you didn’t force me into this life. I chose to stay at home. I chose to stay safe. You’re the amazing, thoughtful, wonderful girlfriend who brings me back all these stories to keep me hopeful for the future. And I wasn’t living much of a life on my own before you.” “But you’re just like a caged bird…” “Yes, but if I got out… and word spread again…” “I know… but…” “Honeybee. No. No more thinking that. We both know I can’t go out. We both know I can’t be like most people. Maybe one day… but for now, you are doing your absolute best to make sure I feel loved, well taken care of, occupied… and most importantly… alive. We’ve managed like this for years. And it’s not like I don’t help you too, we both have our own things that we support each other with. Anyway, before you… I was just a shut-in, but once I met you… thanks to you… I felt more alive than ever. You bring happiness into my bleak existence. You bring life into my heart.” “I just wish I could introduce you…” “I know, my love. And maybe one day. We’ve been working up to this moment. You’ve been researching, I’ve been… well… I’ve been mostly wetting my nappies and changing yours…” she said, giggling at her own joke, which in turn made me giggle a little. “I promise you, Sera… I will find a way to make it so you can safely go outside. And the first ones I introduce you to… will be my family.” “From what you’ve told me over the years, I can’t wait to meet them.” “They will love you. Though one of them will be pissed at me about a lot of things.” “I’m sure she’ll understand. You’re doing this to help me.” “She won’t see it that way…” I mumbled, awkwardly. “My love… I’m sure you’re just worrying over nothing. Anyway, that’s for the future. It’ll be a long time before it's safe enough for me to leave the house.” “True. But that doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to find better ways…” “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be my little Honeybee…” she smiled sweetly at me, making my little side stir within… which wasn’t helping when I was supposed to be Mummy this month. “Right. No more girlfriend!” I said, with the straightest face I could muster, trying to act as serious and dominant as possible. “No… more?” she asked, confused, looking even a little sad. “Nope… now you’re just my little Sera! My tiny baby girl who I love with all my heart.” She giggled and squirmed in her highchair, kicking her little leggies, nearly knocking over her bowl. “And I think it’s time for some tummy time for you, little one… but first…” I grinned at her as I crept forward, my hands extended outwards, fingers stretched… ready to pounce on an unsuspecting victim with a barrage of tickles… …Okay maybe I was super obvious and she definitely wasn’t unsuspecting… but she giggled and squealed, and that’s all that matters. ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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Chapter 2: Baby Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess “Morning Mummy!” Her eyes began to open slowly, as if awakening somewhere unfamiliar. “Morning, cupcake…” she groaned, her voice still groggy. “I thought you’d want a coffee… after… you know…” I said, placing a steaming cup of hot coffee on her bedside cabinet, next to the bottle from last night. “Oh sweetie, you didn’t have to do that. You know I’m okay. But I appreciate it all the same. Goddess… I’m such a lucky Mummy to have such a perfect little baby girl looking after me…” I blushed, wiggling my padded backside, the nappy crinkling as it swayed side to side. “And I see you changed yourself… Once I’m awake I’ll make sure it’s on properly, then we’ll get you ready for your day.” “Buh Mummy… I should… I should really go… I jus wanted to surprise you with…” “No baby, you and I are staying in today. Mummy’s orders. And that’s final.” “Fiiiiiine…” I groaned, before I was swiftly snatched up into the arms of the woman I loved, her strong arms wrapping themselves around me, pulling me into the bed and pulling the duvet over us. “Don’t you ‘fiiiiine’ me, young lady! I know you’ve been wanting this for a long time now, but you’ve been busy with your friends a lot. So… I’m making an executive decision and we’re having a snuggly Mummy and Baby day. Movies, games, all that stuff. And snacks. Lots of snacks.” “Buh… what if I’m needed?” I whined. “You are needed… here. And if there’s an emergency, I’ll let you go hang out with your friends. But until that moment… you’re mine…” she growled, nibbling on my neck, making me blush and squirm in her arms. ------------------------------------ “So kiddo…” Mummy said, just as I bit into the soft toast she had lovingly prepared for me, my legs dangling from the highchair. I quickly chewed through the bite of toast, swallowing it as quickly as possible so I could reply to her. “Yes, Mama?” “I see you were working hard again last night…” “I…” I quickly looked towards the basement door, nervously wondering how she knew. “I can tell by the bags under your eyes. You were up late working on something again, weren’t you?” “I… maybe…” “Oh sweetie. You need to rest more. Especially with how overloaded you’ve been feeling lately. I know you worry about me, but I’ll be fine.” “I… I know. I just… I want you to feel okay.” “Is this another ‘remedy’ to help me?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at me in that way she does to make me feel instantly small… or guilty. Or both. “...Maybe…” “Well for now, it can wait. You’ve got a while with me before it all happens again, so we’ll just enjoy our time together for now, okay?” “I… okay Mama…” “Good girl. Now, eat your toast… slowly… and then how about we do a bit of gardening?” “I’d love dat! But… it rained yesterday…” “I know, but there are still some jobs we can do around the garden despite it raining yesterday..” “Buh the ground will be all squelchy!” “Like your nappy?” The corner of her mouth quickly formed a grin. I squealed in shock, hiding my face with one hand and trying to cover my thick padding underneath my pyjamas with the other. “It not squelchy… yet!” “Give it time, Princess…” she continued to grin at me, knowing all too well she was right. “Anyway, how are your friends?” “They’re… okay… I think…” “You think? Haven’t you been spending a lot of time with them lately?” “I have… I just… I’ve been dealing with… umm…” “With me?” “I…” I replied, unsure as to how to phrase it that didn’t make it sound like she was a burden on me. “Sweetie, I’ll be fine. See!” Standing up, she showed off her gorgeous body. Gorgeous despite it being heavily obscured by the huge, thick nightgown she was wearing. It was always food first, then bath, then clothes. That went for both of us, apparently. So here we were, in the kitchen, at our quaint little dining table, both of us in our pyjamas and nightgowns, albeit I was sitting in my highchair as per usual. Sitting back down in her chair, she watched lovingly as I took another bite of toast. “Wha?” I blurted out, mouth still full, wondering why she was staring at me like this. I could start to feel my cheeks warming up a bit. “Maybe in a few days I’ll make you extra little… so you have to rely on Mummy to feed you…” she smiled warmly at me, making me blush properly now. “Or… you know… you could always nurse…” Okay, that was it. My gasket blew. If this was a cartoon, the whistle would be blowing and steam would be coming out of my ears. We had always talked about this… about her… you know… but it’s a bit awkward with our situation. Which made it all the more difficult when all my friends were talking about getting to experience it…. “Oh come on… we both know you want that more than anything…” she grinned. “I… I…” I mumbled, trying to come up with words… any words… to say right now in my defence. But no, like usual… this woman got me. Every. Damn. Time. “But maybe that’s a thing we’ll look into… considering… you know… Anyway, it looks like you’re all finished. Time for your bath!” ----------------------------------------------------- “There! Cute as a button! And this time your nappy is on properly, so much less chance of ‘Little Miss Piddlepants’ leaking!” Mummy said as she adjusted the bows on my pigtails so that they were perfect, as I sat there, all dressed up in my favourite baby sailor dress and frilly socks, on top of the large changing table of ours. “I… look stoopid…” I replied, followed by a long sigh. “Baby, you don’t. What makes you think that?” “I… I dunno… I just look ridiculous…” that last word was hard for me to say with the large dummy in my mouth. “Your friends are littles, correct?” “Yeah… buh… they’re cute…” “And you’re just as cute, if not even cuter! Baby, you are the cutest little angel I know…” “...You don’t know many people…” “And you know why that is… and we can’t help it. But despite that, you’re the cutest baby I know. And I’ve seen the photos of your friends. Yes, they are adorable, but they’re not as adorable as my little Princess…” “Nuh huh…” I groaned, pouting slightly at my Mummy. “Sweetie… you may pretend to be a big girl sometimes, but I will not hesitate to put you over my knee if you’re being sassy and saying mean things about my baby girl…” “HMPH!” “That’s better. Now, let’s go sit you down in the playpen in the living room, and you can watch some stuff whilst you play with toys. And Mummy can sit on the sofa nearby, watching you be all adorable. I know how much being social drains you, you need this. You’re good at masking around your friends, but you don’t have to with me, just let yourself be you and have some fun.” “Buh… that's boring for you!” “No it’s not, not for me anyway. Give me this, angel. You’re always so protective of me, let me just enjoy this new start the way I want, okay?” “...I… okay Mummy…” And as she kissed me on the cheek, before picking me up off the changing table, I felt like maybe… maybe I had been a bit… protective. Maybe… just maybe… I should just let her take the lead… this time. ------------------------------------------------------ “Ooooh!” Mummy exclaimed as she looked out into the back garden. “Wha is it?” I asked, putting my doll aside to crawl over to the playpen side, the one closest to her. “I think the strawberries will be ready next month.” “Really?” I asked, excitedly. “Really! So you’ll have a lot of fun picking those!” “We will…” I corrected her. “I… I know, baby. Just make sure to save some for me, okay?” “Pwomise!” I said, smiling at her, wiggling my padded bum in the air behind me. “Such a good girl…” Those two simple words. It's funny, I originally never got the appeal of those two simple words. My friends always made it out like they were a little’s weakness… that you could make them melt with two simple little words. And I never understood. But the more my little side has grown, the more I’ve accepted it rather than just tolerated it… the more those two words affected me. Now they make my heart all fluttery just like they do with every other little I know. And this time wasn’t any different. My knees felt weak and I was about to collapse into a blushy little puddle… until Mummy rushed over and grabbed me, picking me up effortlessly and placing me on her hip like the toddler I was dressed as. “My good girl…” she repeated. “Staaaaahp!” I blushed, burying my face into her neck, her hair smelling so nice that it was kinda taking me out of littlespace and putting me into a different kind of headspace… “Or what?” “Or… I’ll have to… kiss you!” “Oh dear… whatever shall I do… good girl?” she teased again, this time in a much more sultry voice, which was making me feel all squirmy all over. “I… I…” there was no fighting it. My little side had gone bye bye right now, leaving only the subby little puddle that wanted to worship this amazing, gorgeous woman. “Thought so. You’ve had a few hours of little time… And it’s been so long since I got to have my devoted girl by my feet…” “I… I… anything for you, Mistress… Should… should I change into my normal… you know…?” “You know what? No. I think I like the idea of you being a subby little girl… so you’re going to stay in that soggy nappy, and you’re going to get down on your knees… and hump my boot.” My brain short circuited at this demand. This wasn’t a request, I could see it in her eyes. This was an order. So nodding my head, like the good little girl I am, I indicated that I was ready to do as she bid. And as this Goddess of five foot ten put me down on the floor, wearing her favourite short black skirt and a very tight black tee… along with her huge, heavy black boots… I instantly got to my knees, placed myself over one of her boots, and did as she ordered. “Good girl. Maybe if you do a good enough job, I’ll let you finish this time…” And instantly… I knew this month was going to be special… ------------------------------------------------------ Another month had flown by. We started off extremely strong… And we did so much this month! We prepared the garden for next month, we had a lot of little and also a lot of subby time, we even made cookies together! And at home, for the whole month, I got to be little and happy… and loved. And yes, I also spent a good portion of that serving my Mistress in various ways. She was a lot more dominant than usual, which… I actually liked. Like… a lot. For some reason, this month felt more special. I’m not sure why, maybe it’s friends coming back into my life… maybe it’s the fact that I’m embracing my little and subby sides even more, after seeing all my friends so happy. But whatever it was, it was making this harder than it usually was. I never liked letting go… even if it was only temporary. But this time… I didn’t want it to end… But she was reaching the end again. And I had been dreading this moment all month. “Baby… I’m okay, I promise!” she said as I tried fussing over her, making sure her blankets were comfy, she had plenty to drink, and she had the mixture I had made for her this time last month. “Seriously, you don’t have to fuss over me this much. I know you’re protective of your Mummy… but I’ll be fine.” “You’re burning up with a fever again…” “I know, baby. You know this is normal. This happens every time.” “Buh… I was… I was enjoying being… your angel…” “You’ll always be my angel. Even when I come back…” Tears started rolling down my cheeks as I stared at the woman I loved with all my heart, wishing this didn’t have to end… again. “Mummy…” “Baby, it’s okay. You can’t get rid of me that easily…” she said, laughing at her own joke. “I’ll make sure you never go, Sera…” “And that’s why I love you. So this isn’t the end. This is just Mummy going to sleep for a bit… and then you… you’ll have your baby back.” “Buh… I want my Mummy…” I cried. “And when you make sure I come back again after that, you’ll have her again.” “I wish we didn’t have to go through this… just for… us to experience it all.” “Me too, Princess. But it’s okay. I’m comfortable, I’m ready. And with my best girl by my side… I’ll be back soon enough.” I buried my face into her shoulder and cried as she drifted off, yet again. ===================================================== If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! Subscribers get 4 weeks (8 chapters) early access to chapters, and exclusive short stories (Nessa's Tale is currently the only available one). ======================================================== I hope everyone enjoys this chapter! Please leave likes and comments and all that fun stuff, I love reading them! 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Oh I've got some very fun ones. Including a male protag for the first time! And a dash of mystery :3 I hope you enjoy it all! Thank you! And maybe you're right, maybe you're wrong. Most characters will be returning, so don't be surprised if a certain little bratty demon turns up. Maybe she'll even get one of the stories in this anthology? 🤭

Thank you so much for your lovely words! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Good to see you back! I'm glad you enjoyed the story, and appreciated the good dads I wrote I'm very much part of the hopeless romantic community, hence why I write these stories. I love love :3 And with this I wanted to share more than just the ups like I have in most of my stories, I wanted to show a lot of the downs, so I'm glad this was appreciated so much. Was a bit of a shame not many people commented on this, but it still got a decent number of views, so as long as people enjoyed it, thats all that matters. I do hope people continue to comment on my future stories though, because that's what keeps me going as a writer, hearing how much people enjoy my stories. It gives me the motivation to keep writing.

Brand new monstrum story! It's another story set in my monstrum universe, with lots of returning characters. Set up as a sort-of-anthology, experience multiple tales from various monstrum throughout the world, whose fates are all linked in mysterious ways. We will see a few new types of monstrum, as well as a lot of familiar faces. Each 'book' is it's own little story, but they are all linked, and should be about 70 chapters roughly in total. I'm extremely proud of this one, and it's going to be much more of a mystery story so I'm really excited to see all your theories! I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Enjoy! Book 1: Denial Chapter 1: Mummy Tales of the Sanctuary: Book 1 - Denial – LittleFallenPrincess I took my key out, slid it into the mechanism, and turned it slowly. As the heavy lock creaked, the downpour of rain behind me cascaded onto the garden path I just walked up, reminding me that I needed to get the washing in if she hadn’t already done so. But worse than that… it meant that my plan to water the garden with her was ruined… and she had been so excited for it. It’s been so long since she had been this excited about her garden, and in one horrible bout of weather… she was probably heartbroken. If this past month hadn’t been so bad for the weather, maybe I could have done it more with her, but alas… it feels like this month has been a bit of a let down. Maybe we’ll get to do it in a couple of months… if we’re lucky. Now I’ll have to comfort her, get her her favourite blankie, put on some of these human cartoons she loves so much… Okay, it wasn’t all bad. She’ll be sad initially, as she loves her garden nearly as much as she loves me… but that sadness will quickly be erased by giggling at her favourite characters. And to top it off, I’d bake her those cookies she loves so much. That will definitely earn me a kiss on the cheek. Yeah… rainy weekends aren’t too bad. We can do lots together. And even when we can’t… I make what we can do extra special. I want to be the perfect Mummy for her. I want her to be happy and loved and… well I want her to feel as happy as she makes me. So as I unlocked and opened the heavy door… where I was met by a flurry of kisses and a warm welcome home. --------------------------------------------------- “MUMMY!” “Hey lil munchkin. Have you been good?” I replied to her, trying to get into our house, but finding it difficult with a 5'10 woman wrapped around my waist, giving me the biggest hug I’d ever received, planting her face comfortably between my boobs. “I’m always good!” she replied, giving me her biggest, cutest grin from the comfort of my cleavage. “Uh huh… Sure you were… what did you do?” “Me? Do something? Nope… no idea what you’re talking about…” she mumbled, clearly fibbing. “Why is your hair slightly damp? Why is your shirt and skirt slightly damp too?” “I…” “Baby…” I growled at her, using my best dominant ‘Mummy’ voice. “Did you do some gardening?” “Well I was… I was getting the washing in, like you said I should if it started raining… and… umm… well the rose bush needed little trim…” “Sweetie, you’re going to catch a cold. You know you’re already growing weak,” I brushed her jaw-length black hair with her blood-red highlights behind her ear, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I know… buh…” “Sweetie, you need to take it easy. We have to be careful. You’re nearing the end…” “I KNOW! But… I…” she whined, sounding more and more like the bratty toddlers I’m familiar with. “I promise, we’ll do some gardening again soon.” Reaching down, I planted a kiss on her luscious, blood-red lips, sealing the promise. Looking down at this precious little angel that I adored so much… I couldn’t believe after all this time, she was still mine. And I dreaded how much it was going to hurt when this comes to an end. I loved being her Mummy. I would do anything for that bubbly little girl. From her black bobbed hair with the blood-red highlights that we spend way too much time reapplying together every now and again, that she loved to match with her blood-red lipstick… her athletic body that she loved to keep in shape… her warm, golden brown eyes… Her gothic punk aesthetic that she’s been perfecting for the past few… well, decades… Her beautiful tattoos that painted a picture of her life, from her romantic crushes as a young adult, to her interests in her twenties, all the way up to the little cartoon dragon on her wrist that she got to symbolise me… her protector… everything about her was perfect to me. And I loved every inch of her. “Can… we play games together at least?” she asked, in that familiar ‘you’re going to give in if I ask for something in this way’ voice she loves to use against me… knowing full well that it will work. “First, we’re getting you in a nice warm bath. We need to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible, sweetpea,” I replied, softly. “I know… but then games?” “Yes, Princess, then games. But… I won’t go easy on you.” “Good. Then… spankies?” her face lit up as she said this. “Sweetie… it’s not…” Suddenly her face dropped, as if her whole mood sank… and my heart broke in an instant. “Sowwy…” she replied, sighing. “No hun, I’d normally be happy to, but can… can we just have a nice relaxing snuggly evening together? You know we don’t have much time left together… and I’ve been having such a hard time with everyone else…” “People being meanies again? Did Mummy beat dem up?” “Not this time. But had to deal with a bunch of drama. Plus a lot of sensory overload today, so I need a bit of time to unwind. So can we just have a snuggly evening together, baby?” “Uh huh!” She was always so understanding, about all of me. It’s one of the things I loved most about her. And I was going to miss her so fucking much when this all ends. --------------------------------------------------- After I gave her a bath, using a jug to wash the shampoo out of her hair, making sure to cover her eyes, all whilst trying to make her feel as loved and little as possible… I carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on our bed, and spread out a thick nappy, shuffling her on top of it. “You ready, babygirl?” I asked her, her joyous face giving me all the happiness I needed to survive. “Uh huh!” “Such a good girl for Mummy. Now, you stay still whilst I get this on you, then we’ll get you dressed in your favourite witchy onesie… and then yes, we’ll go play games.” She clapped excitedly at that last part, though we both knew she was looking forward to the nappy and the onesie more than anything. So as I got her nappy secured around her waist, giving it a few pats once the tapes were firmly in place, I then sat her up, got her to lift her hands up, and slipped her favourite witchy onesie over her head. “Ready, Princess?” “Uh huh!” she replied, excitedly. As I picked her up, I could feel her getting warm, especially her forehead. She was getting sicker and sicker, and there wasn’t much I could do. I just had to savour every moment with her whilst I could. But this wasn’t the end… There’s no way in Hell I’d let anything happen to this girl if it was. --------------------------------------------------- “AHA! BEAT YOU AGAIN MUMMY!” she cried out, punching the air in victory as yet again, this girl kicked my ass at this stupid racing game. She was always so good at games, whereas I was rubbish. If someone needs their arse handed to them… or if they need something put in its place… I’m your gal. But if you need someone creative, someone who is good at video games, someone who can bring a smile to anyone’s face… well my fiancée is the girl you go to. She rarely gets to leave the house, so she works from home, drawing and taking commissions from people online. Let’s just say… she earns quite a bit as they’re not all ‘Safe For Work’ commissions… But as the month has gone on, she’s found it harder and harder to work, having to cancel some of her client’s work. I try my best to support her. I mean, I could easily cover the bills for the house, and cover all our expenses put together… but she likes to feel like she’s putting her share in. So I support her in other ways, even if some days it's just moral support to continue working. I hate that she’s so shut off from the outside world now, but it’s just too risky for her to go out. Not with her condition. But maybe… maybe one day I can show her off to all my friends and family… and finally tell them all who I really am… “Mummy…?” Sera said, jolting me out of my own thoughts. “Yes baby?” “Are you okay?” she asked, sounding concerned. I didn’t want to worry her. I didn’t want to make her feel bad about any of this. I didn’t want this to end… and I know things change… and people move on… but I didn’t want to. Not now. Not anytime soon. “I’m fine, Princess,” I replied, quickly planting a kiss on her forehead, making her cute little cheeks turn red as I allayed her fears. “You sure? You seem… sadder than usual.” “I promise, I’m fine…” I lied. “Pinky promise?” I knew I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t make such a promise. I can’t break a pinky promise. So I shrugged it, smiled at the girl, and stood up. “Come on, munchkin. Time for bed.” “Buh Mummy…” she whined, in that adorable little way she always does when I tell her it’s bedtime. “But nothing, sweetie. You need your rest, and I need to prepare some things…” “Fine. But you owe me a bedtime story.” “Okay, my little Princess,” I said, grabbing her and effortlessly lifting her up onto my hip, holding her like I would a toddler. “One bedtime story, coming right up…” --------------------------------------------------- “Comfy?” I asked, as I snuggled her with her favourite werewolf stuffie in her arms, in our nice large cosy bed. “Uh huh! I got wolfy an everyfin!” she said, sucking her black dummy, pure love in her eyes as she stared at me. “One of these days I’ll have to introduce you to a couple of werewolf friends I know…” “You know some?” “I do!” I said, smiling back at my adorable little baby. “Oh? Are they nice?” “They are! I think you’d love them.” “Weally? Good, cus you deserve lots an lots of good friends!” “Thank you, babygirl. Now, are you ready for a story?” “Uh huh!” “What kind of story do you want?” I asked, knowing exactly what she was going to ask for. “I wan… another of your famous stories!” There it is. Guessed it. “Which one?” “Tell me the one where you saved the Pwincess…” “I’ve told you that one plenty of times already, munchkin. How about…” “How about how you first met your werewolf friends?” “I… could do that. Now, are you settled?” “Uh huh!” “And I have your bottle right…” I focused all my energy on my open palm that I lay flat in front of me, conjuring the image of her favourite baby bottle, the one I left to cool a bit in the kitchen, the one I stupidly forgot. And after a burst of power from within… the bottle appeared in front of me. “Never gets old…” Sera smiled at me, warmly. “Neither do you…” I joked, booping her on the nose and slipping her dummy out so she could have her bottle, all in one quick motion. “Hey! Yes I do! Jus… not right now…” “Right, here you go baby…” I said, gently teasing her lips open with the teat of the cooled baby bottle, until she took the teat and began suckling it. “Is that better?” She nodded happily, wiggling a bit underneath her black unicorn duvet. I loved her aesthetic. Baby meets goth. Usually the more gothy people in my life have adorable pink dresses and cutesy little personalities. But Sera… even when she’s feeling little, she loves anything gothy and black. It’s one of the things that made me fall for her in the first place. Once I told her her bedtime story, I could see her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, so heavy that she struggled to keep them open. I knew this was it, it was time to let her drift off… Putting my hand on her cheek, I could feel her burning up more. She didn’t have long left. This was going to hurt so much. Not only her… but me. But I… I have the power… This won’t be the end… “Right, babygirl. I’ll see you soon. You be good and sleep well. Mummy will be close by… always…” Storming into our basement, tugging at the light switch which barely illuminated the dank, dark cellar… I rummaged around my table, desperately trying to find ingredients, as well as the artefact I needed for this spell. I may… I may have taken it without asking… but there was no way I was going to lose her… I’d have to ask for forgiveness later. That’s if she ever finds out about it… ===================================================== Glad to be back, sharing my latest story with you all! Sorry for the two week wait/hiatus, I wanted to give more to my subscribers so now they're a month ahead at all times, and everything should be back to normal from now on here. So expect a new chapter every Weds/Sun. If you want to read a month in advance (that's 8 chapters), or just want to support me and my writing, you can do so through Subscribestar! 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I'm glad you enjoyed the ending! Should be about 70 chapters of my monstrum story, then the story after that is Witch in training 2, something I've been promising for a long time! And yes, there will be many dimensions featured in it. After WiT2 though... it may just be my last littlefallenverse story for a long while, I've got lots of other story ideas I'd love to write and have got plans for.

Epilogue: Wedding Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Chloe Pullups. At a wedding. I was mortified. Thankfully, no one vanilla here could tell that I had a cutesy pullup under my bridesmaid dress. It was pink. It has princesses on it. Mummy failed to inform me of this development until the day of the wedding, when she was helping me get dressed nice and early so we could go help her sister prepare for her big day. And after much arguing and pouting and maybe even a little bit of bratting… of course she won and I was a blushy mess with lipstick marks on my neck. After cleaning me up and heading out in our beautiful mauve bridesmaid dresses, we arrived at Sam’s Dad’s place nice and early, ready to help Beatrice get ready. I still couldn’t believe she had asked me to be a bridesmaid. It made sense that Sam was her Maid of Honour, but me? I was just Sam’s girlfriend. She had asked me back when we weren’t even living together! That was like a year ago now! But apparently, when I’ve brought it up with Beatrice, she’s always said she likes me, and has a good feeling about me. I’m not one to disappoint anyone, so… fine, I’ll be a bridesmaid. “You look gorgeous, Chloe,” Beatrice said to me, smiling at me through the reflection in her tableside mirror. “And what about me? Am I just a trash bag?” Sam asked, joking with her sister as she did her makeup. “You clean up well…” Beatrice joked back. “Thanks!” Sam replied, rolling her eyes and laughing. “Don’t! You’ll make me laugh, and my makeup needs to be perfect!” “Trix… You could actually be wearing a trash bag and that boy would still marry you. He’s so in love with you.” “I guess you’re right. Say, Chloe, mind going grabbing my purse from downstairs? I think I left my phone in it.” “Sure!” I ran downstairs, as carefully as I could in these heels, grabbing what I assume was Beatrice’s bag, and rushed back upstairs. But as I looked over, she had her phone next to her. “Promise?” Beatrice asked her Sis, before Sam nodded back and smiled. That’s when Beatrice noticed me and held up her phone, looking awkward and guilty. “Sorry! I forgot I brought it up with me. I’m so forgetful today. Thank you anyway!” I handed the bag over to her, before Sam pulled me over and wrapped her arm around me, hugging me tightly and kissing the top of my head, making me melt. ----------------------------------------------------- “I now pronounce you husband and wife… you may kiss the bride…” I wanted to cry so bad, but I held it in to make sure I didn’t ruin my makeup, as apparently I was set to appear in some of the wedding photos, which was making me a bit anxious. But I guess I should’ve expected that, seeing as I’m a bridesmaid. I even got invited to the bachelorette party last week… which was a lot of fun, as I got to go with Sam. But I must say, Oliver and Beatrice looked perfect together. They reminded me of a much less kinky, much less queer version of Sam and I. It was like they were made for each other. I do wonder what the future holds for Mama and I. Will we get married eventually? Will we have kids? I mean sure, we’ll have to adopt or find a sperm donor or something, but maybe kids are something we could consider. I wouldn’t be averse to having them, but at the same time I’m not that fussed if we didn’t have them. I guess these are things Sam and I really need to start having discussions about, because up until now, it’s all been a really long extended honeymoon phase of our relationship. We did the moving in, I’m working with her at Bound, and we’re pretty serious. But we never talk about the future. Mostly because Sam avoids it. Maybe I’ll push her a bit more in the next month. Speaking of Bound… Becks and Craig were here, having fun on the dancefloor, with Craig looking like a dog trying to party… which I guess is appropriate for him. Becks was just enjoying seeing Craig have fun. After the newlyweds kissed to seal their entwined fates, we moved the fun over to a reception hall, where we were having a big reception with both families having fun. And here I was, nervously sitting by the side, drink in hand, watching Becks and Craig having fun on the dance floor, and my girlfriend… well she’s off somewhere. Mingling I guess. Having fun. It’s her sisters wedding I guess, which means she’s got her hands full with family and friends. I felt a bit lonely, but hey, she’ll be back soon. And she promised to bring food from the buffet. So I’ve got that to look forward to at least. Sadly I didn’t really know anyone else at this wedding. I knew Becks, Craig and Sam, obviously. I know Sam’s Dad. I know ‘Auntie Sue’, the woman who we met at the dress shop, the one who Sam told me all about, after they reunited after many years, but I don’t know her that well yet. I know Beatrice… but I don’t really know her new husband. That’s it. There’s about a hundred here, it’s a pretty big thing, with Oliver’s parents footing the bill for most of it. Thankfully, they’re slightly well off. I do wonder what kind of wedding I’d want. I don’t think I’d want something as big and lavish as this, I’d want something a bit more intimate. Maybe just family. Sam’s Dad, her sister and her sister’s new husband. My parents. Becks. Craig. Lucy. Steph. Daniel. Maybe Lydia if she’d be comfortable coming. I mean she’s pretty close with us, even with our past relationship, so I can’t see any reason why she wouldn’t want to come to our wedding if we ever have one. That’s it. Probably Auntie Sue too, because she’s so lovely and very much like a close Aunt to Sam now, which has been so nice to be a witness to. It’s not like getting her Mum back, I don’t think anyone could ever replace that woman… but she’s still really good for her. It definitely gave her that little bit of closure regarding her Mum that she needed. I know I have other family members, but maybe we’d have a big party a while after the wedding or something? I’d just want something cosy and personal on the day. “Care for a dance?” a voice whispered in my ear from behind. “No, sorry, I’m waiting for my girl-” I looked around and started replying before I saw who it was, before going quiet as soon as I saw her face and her outstretched hand. “What about my food?” “I did promise food, didn’t I?” “You did!” I whined at Sam, who just giggled at me! Totally not fair! “Okay… a dance, then I’ll go over with you and I’ll help you pick out the nice things from the buffet. Sounds fair?” “...Only because you look so heckin gorgeous…” I mumbled. “How can I say no?” And so, taking my hand, she helped me up onto my feet, and shuffled awkwardly with me being towed behind her, towards the dance floor. I’m not big on dancing, I look like I’m a cat whose owner has their hands under my front legs, forcing me to dance on my hind legs. I’m not joking, I’m that bad. Sam… it appears… at least can fake competence when it comes to dancing, as she held me in her arms and just swayed. Damn… I never danced with anyone before. I forgot couples can just do this extremely lazy non-dancing dance. Which is perfect for me. So as she wrapped her arm around me, clasping her fingers around mine with her other hand, I gently rested my head on her shoulder, swaying in rhythm with her, enjoying this romantic moment with her. “I love this…” I mumbled, smiling at how perfect this moment was. “Me too. And I love you, little one.” “I love you too, Mama…” “You enjoying yourself?” she asked. “Uh huh! You?” “I am.” “Then why is your heart beating a mile a minute?” “Just is, sweetie. I’m okay,” she said, in that way I’m used to by now… the same way she brushes things off when she’s anxious or worried. That, mixed with how awkward she looked when I walked in earlier after grabbing Bea’s purse… something was up. But I didn’t want to cause a scene. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Perfect. Not too direct, but enough that maybe she’ll open up a bit. You did it, good job me. “Nothing gets past you, does it, babygirl?” she sighed, smiling awkwardly at me as she stared into my eyes. God… those gorgeous eyes of hers… I could stare into them all day and never lose interest. “What’s up? You’ve been acting awkward all day. Even through the ceremony you kept squeezing my hand. And what was that promise you made to your Sister?” I watched as she broke contact between our eyes, looking around, before focusing with laser precision on the doors at the back of the hall. “Come. I’ll explain outside.” Okay… I'm a bit worried now. But… she’s open to talking about it. Which shows how much she’s improved since we first dated. She doesn’t bottle everything up. I’m proud of her. Still worried about this secret she’s keeping, but proud of her still. And hey, I’ll know it soon, too! She took the hand that was entwined with mine, and pulled away from our embrace, before walking slowly in the direction of the doors, pulling me along for the ride, grabbing her bag along the way. ----------------------------------------------------------- “So… what’s this you wanted to talk to me about outside? And are you going to tell me what promise you made to your sister?” I asked, leaning against the railing. The music was thumping, even out here, though it was definitely being muffled by the brick walls. It was that nice but weird feeling that you’d get leaving a club or whatever. The awkward silence-but-not-silence. You get the fresh air and the silence of the streets, but in the background you can still hear the bass of the music coming from inside the building behind you. I always enjoyed that feeling, not sure why. Which I must admit, was helping a bit, because right now I was a bit anxious. Was she losing the shop again? Were they in financial trouble? Was there something wrong with her health? Her Dad? It could be anything and my stupid brain is jumping to every possible outcome trying to figure it out… so I really need to shut my own thoughts off for a second, because if I wait even that little amount of time, she’ll probably tell me. “Chloe. I love you.” “Oh god, you’re dying, aren’t you?” “Dying? Is that what your brain went to?” she replied, trying to hold back her laughter, making me feel awkward and embarrassed and made me want to do nothing but pout back at her. “Well it was either that, you’re losing the shop, or you’re cheating on me. But you’d never do the last one. So… I took an educated guess.” “You’re too fucking adorable, you know that?” “So you’re not dying?” “No, silly little Duckie.” “Then what?” “I’m saying I love you. And that I promised my Sister I wouldn’t make a big thing of it and I would keep it a secret on her big day so as to not take away any of the focus on her.” “Okay… what big thing? Telling me you love me?” “This…” She reached behind her, reaching into her bag… pulling out a rather large, but flat, box. “What-” “Chloe. I love you. I love you more than anything. I love you more than life itself. I love you more than I ever thought I could love another person.” See… with the way she’s saying this, I would’ve assumed now was the time she’d pull out a little black box, one just big enough to fit a certain kind of ring in it… but this box in front of her, laying flat in her open palm… was much too big for a ring. “Okay… I mean, I love you too…” I replied, extremely awkwardly, realising how fucking stupid I sounded when she just said something so romantic and sweet and lovely and I just reply with basically ‘yeah, samesies’. Thankfully, she wasn’t insulted by this. She knows me too well by now. I always put my foot in my mouth during important moments. She just laughed and smiled at me, warmly. “Sweetie, my sister gave me permission to use this special day to ask you one thing. Provided we both keep it a secret for at least until she gets back from her honeymoon. Today is still all about her, but she understood how such a special day with us all dressed up like this would make this extra special.” “Totally not cryptic or anything…” “Chloe Evelyn Green…” Then it dawned on me. As soon as she awkwardly got down on one knee and opened the jewellery box. Which was awkward because of the dress she was wearing. “Will you marry me?” Okay so the little black box wasn’t a ring. It was a collar. An eternity collar. A perfectly round simple silver collar you can’t remove without a key… a key that Sam will hold. I had seen other subs wearing these at events. I always thought they were so pretty, and hoped that maybe one day I’d get one. Turns out… It's her version of a wedding ring. She was proposing with one of these. Which is… so us. But this one looked special. This one wasn’t just pure silver. This one had familiar gold lines and markings around it… just like my stuffie. Kintsugi, that’s it. Which made this even more special, because its meaning has a deep connection with us… and our whole relationship. From the moment we met, to breaking up, to coming back together but stronger… We don't shy away from the past, we learn from it, we embrace our imperfections and past mistakes, making us stronger and more beautiful. I can also see why she needed her sister’s permission to propose to me today… on her sister’s wedding day. Because anyone proposing at a wedding is an absolutely selfish arsehole. But Sam isn’t like that. I can tell. She obviously wanted a special occasion for us both to be at. Somewhere romantic. But clearly she needs her sister’s permission. Which makes the whole ‘keeping the proposal a secret for a couple of weeks’ thing make a lot more sense. She didn’t want to wait any longer. So she brings me out here, proposes to me, I say yes, then we go in and pretend we didn’t get engaged. Which makes the lack of ring thing even more sensible, otherwise people would be asking why I’ve suddenly got an engagement ring on. Wait… I’m forgetting something, aren’t I? I swear it’s on the tip of my- SHIT. “YES!” I blurted out, realising I hadn’t actually responded, and here she was, awkwardly on one knee, clearly in some amount of pain, waiting for my fucking dumbass response. She pounced up like a cat, wrapping her arms around me, planting the biggest kiss ever on my lips, squeezing me like this was the happiest moment in her life. …And I did the same. Because it was. ------------------------------------------------ Becks realised as soon as she saw the collar, after we had eventually walked back into the hall. Because of course she did. This is Becks we’re talking about. And of course she told Craig what the collar meant, to which he offered his congratulations. Though Sam quickly made them keep quiet about it, as no one was supposed to know or celebrate this. This is her Sister’s big day, she doesn’t want to ruin it. So Becks and Craig kept quiet. We’d celebrate that evening. May even tell Sam’s Dad once her Sis is on the plane to wherever it is they’re going for their honeymoon. But no celebrating here, on their big day. Sam already feels bad, but apparently it was her Sister who had pushed her into proposing today, which took us all by surprise. Beatrice insisted she do it today… just asked that we keep it secret until they’ve flown off at least. I had a few lovely comments about my new accessory, but we just said it was a gift from Sam. Only four of us knew the significance of it. And one other knew it was an item being used to propose, but didn’t know the significance of it… that person being her sister. “Congratulations you two!” Beatrice said, looking at my new ‘necklace’, sounding more excited about Sam and I getting engaged more than her own wedding. “Thanks Sis. And thanks for the push. You know I could’ve just done it another time, right?” Sam replied. “You two can’t wait. You’re too perfect together. Just don’t leave it too long before you two get married, okay?” “I promise we won’t, Sis. And clear your schedule, you’re my Maid of Honour,” Sam replied. “I gladly accept! Say, Sam, mind getting us drinks? I’m feeling a bit parched,” Beatrice said. “Sure. Chloe, you want something?” Sam asked me. “Sure, whatever you’re having,” I replied. Sam walked off, towards the bar… when Beatrice turned and stared right at me. Or should I say… at the necklace. And she just… grinned. That’s when she said something. 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Chapter 70: Dress Shopping Bound – LittleFallenPrincess ------------------------------- Samantha “Thanks for coming.” “Hey, it’s no problem. Plus you need me for sizing, right?” I replied, smiling at my sister as we walked into the dress shop she had asked to meet us in. “Yeah, but you could’ve just given me your size. And Chloe’s. I appreciate you coming to support me and helping me pick out a dress for the wedding.” “Trix, you know I would never miss this for the world.” “I’m just so happy you’re here. I…” I could see the sadness in her eyes. She was holding back her tears. And I knew why. “I miss her too. And I think she’d be so fuckin proud of you.” “You’re going to make me cry…” Trixie said, nearly sobbing. “Go on, get in there. Let’s find you a dress. Just… don’t let us wear anything horrible. Just because you’re the bride doesn’t mean we have to look too bad in comparison, okay?” I joked, pushing my little sister into the shop and closing the door behind me. “So where is Chloe anywhere?” Trix asked me, as she stood in front of me, waiting for the woman who owns the shop to go get some potential dresses. Apparently my sister had gone all-in on some expert service here, most likely at Dad’s insistence. No idea why, but Dad was pushing us to go here for a dress. “She’ll be here later, she’s got a Doctor’s appointment.” I sat there, in my longest black maxi dress and red leather jacket, legs crossed with my heavy boot hanging over, sipping on some champagne, wishing it was something a bit better like cider or a nice cocktail… but hey, booze is included in the package apparently. So I’m not going to say no, even if champagne tastes like crap. I had opted for this outfit because I wanted to blow Chloe’s adorable little mind… and I needed something easy to get in and out of if I was trying on multiple dresses for my Sister’s wedding. I am the Maid of Honour, after all. Chloe was expected to join us in about an hour, so she can try on bridesmaid dresses for my sister, as she agreed to be one of three of them, the other two being two friends of Trix’s. Sadly, they couldn’t make it, so my Sister is using Chloe as a doll to find the right bridesmaid dresses. Which I’m totally normal about and totally not wanting to do more dollification stuff with Chloe later on… God, I’ve enjoyed the past seven months living together. It’s been perfect. We just… connect. On every level. And we’re both open and honest about everything now, even with little worries, so we discuss it and fix any issues we have. I still kick myself for having fucked up in the first place, causing the first breakup (even if her ex had a hand in it, manipulating her in the background), because if I had just taken care of my shop and continued dating Chloe, we’d have moved in with each other a year earlier. But then I can’t go thinking like that because what if I did change things back then? I never would’ve gone into business with Becks, we wouldn’t be running our own kink nights at Bound, and I don’t think Chloe and I would be as open and honest with each other as we are now. I think the fact that we both held things back the first time led to us being more open this time around. And it’s working so fucking well. “So how’s married life?” my sister teased. “We’re not married,” I replied, rolling my eyes at her. “Yet. Speaking of… when are you going to pop the question?” “I… shush. It’s too early.” “Sam. I’ve seen the way you look at that girl. The way you talk to each other. It’s even more sickeningly sweet than me and Oliver. You need to propose!” “I… I’ve thought about it.” Trixie’s eyes widened and her smile grew twice as big. “REALLY? WHEN? HOW?” “I don’t know. I haven’t decided,” I said, being truthful. Sure, I’ve thought about a hundred different ways I could propose to Chloe. But I haven’t decided on one yet. Because I don’t know when I’ll ask her. A year? Two? I love her… and I definitely do want to marry that girl… but… I also don’t want to rush… “Nonsense. Ask that girl to marry you. Just… not at my wedding. I don’t want you stealing the spotlight on my big day.” “You know I’d never do that to you, Trix.” “Yeah, you avoid the spotlight, thankfully.” “Whereas you revel in it…” I teased her, which caused her to pose like a model and grin at me. “Bea?” the shop owner called out, appearing from behind a curtain. “Yeah?” “We’re ready for you,” she replied, walking out and opening the curtain for my sister to walk through… not before she squealed a little. The woman walked over to the counter and grabbed something, before heading back… and something was bugging me. Part of it was why she used my Sister’s name so informally, I would’ve thought she’d have to be a bit more professional, at least in a fancy shop like this. But it was something else… like Dad’s insistence that we came here. “Umm… Susan?” I called out, stopping her before she could return to assist my sister. “Yes, Sam?” she asked, stopping on the spot and smiling at me. See… there it is again. I don’t mind it, I hate my full name being used. But… why is she not using it? “Do you know my Dad? He insisted my Sister come here for her dress… so I assumed he must know you, or have a reason for pushing us…” She didn’t say anything right away, she just laughed a little to herself, smiling warmly. “You probably don’t remember me.” Should I remember her? Because she’s not wrong… I don’t remember her at all. From her grey hair tied up into a neat little bun, her gorgeous waistcoat and shirt combo, her long dark grey skirt that matched the waistcoat… She looked amazing… but not familiar. “No, sorry, I don’t.” “I… umm… sorry for listening in on your conversation with your Sister… but did she say you have a girlfriend?” “Yeah… she did… why?” Okay… this was getting a bit weird. “How did your Mum react?” That took me by surprise, and I genuinely didn’t know how to react. “Why?” I asked, just uttering the first words I could think of. “I… used to know her,” she smiled awkwardly… with a hint of sadness on her face. “You did?” “I… was her best friend. Many many years ago. I… came out to her… and she umm… well lets just say our friendship ended there.” “You knew my Mum… and you’re gay?” “Yeah…” she said awkwardly, avoiding eye contact with me. It was at this point that Trix popped her head out of the curtain to see what the holdup was, only to end up listening in to our conversation. “We were the best of friends for most of our lives. Then I came out to her… and back then she was still under her parent’s influence.” “Parent’s influence? You mean my grandparents?” I never knew my grandparents. Dad never talks about Mum’s parents, and Mum never talked about them when she was around. They had died a few years after I was born, but I have no memory of them. All I knew was that they weren’t on speaking terms towards the end. “Yeah. They were very religious. They taught your Mother that it was a sin for two women to love each other. So… when I came out, and her parents found out… she was forced to end our friendship or she’d be cut off from the family. She and your Dad had just had your sister, you were only young at this point, so I don’t blame you for not remembering ‘Auntie Sue’. Your Mum and I knew each other since Primary School. It broke me when she had to cut contact.” “I’m so sorry… I never knew.” “It wasn’t until after your Mum died, that your Dad visited me and told me she had broken away from her parents a year or two after that, and she regretted being so easily influenced and missed me up until the end. But you know your Mum… she was too upset with herself to actually reach out and fix things before then. So when I heard you had a girlfriend… I wondered if what your Dad was saying about her changing was true…” “I…” Okay Sam… you’ve discussed this lot with people already. It’s a sore subject for you, but you’ve got this. “...I wish she had been supportive.” “Oh? So was your Dad lying?” “No… he wasn’t. She wasn’t always like that. But the illness… it messed with her mind towards the end. So I bet that religious upbringing of hers was brought back to the surface.” “I’m so sorry. I think your Mum would be proud of you. She always liked to see the best in people. And when I came out she was shocked… but not disgusted. Not until her parents started getting in her head and making threats.” “Thanks, ‘Auntie Sue’.” “I know you don’t remember calling me that as a toddler, but you have no idea how much I missed that…” she smiled at me, nearly tearing up. I was about ready to cry at this point. No wonder Dad pushed us to come here. I think he wanted us to get a bit more closure, but didn’t want to push things or push Susan into anything. Typical Dad. “Can… look, my sister needs a dress and I think if we continue talking whilst she’s pouting through the curtain, she’ll demote me from maid of honour.” “I’M NOT POUTING! I’M CRYING!” My sister ran out, towards Susan, and wrapped her arms around her. “But… Auntie Sue… maybe we… I mean… could we…” I mumbled, awkwardly, whilst my Sister enjoyed her hug with Auntie Sue. “Chat?” she said, knowing what I was about to say, wiping the tears from her eyes. “And I tell you embarrassing stories about your Mum when she was a kid? I’d love nothing more.” “What about this dress?” Trix said, before strutting out of the changing area, into the large shop floor, admiring herself in all the mirrors. It had been an hour now… ish… and she had tried on countless dresses. And we hadn’t even gotten to the bridesmaid dresses. But each dress she tried on just wasn’t right. And I wasn’t expecting to like this one either, because none of them seemed right on my Sister. But at least we were having a great time talking about my Mum, reminiscing, getting to know more about ‘Auntie Sue’. She was so lovely and I genuinely wish she wasn’t made to leave when we were little. But when I looked up, the door swung open… and in walked Chloe, panting and breathing heavily. “Chlo!” Trix called out. “So glad you could make it. You look exhausted!” “Didn’t… wanna… be… any… later… than… I… already… was…” Chloe replied, in between deep, heavy breaths as she stomped over to my sister. “...Sorry…” And at that point… I saw my Sister wearing this big poofy Princess-style wedding dress… next to my girlfriend… and everything just… clicked. I needed this to happen. I need her. In that. Chloe needs to be in that. It was a horrible dress for Trix… but I could just picture it on Chloe and it was… perfect. “I don’t like this dress. Doesn’t suit me,” Trix said. Chloe looked at it like it was the prettiest dress ever… she was speechless. Sue, who was sitting on the sofa next to me, admiring the dress, must have noticed something, because she leaned in and whispered something to me. “Is that the girlfriend? She’s cute. And yes, I see it too. Want me to put it aside?” “Am I drooling or something?” I replied back in whisper. “Hun, I have eyes. Your girlfriend is adorable, and that dress looks like it’s made for her. I can easily set it aside, if that’s something you’d be interested in…” “It wouldn’t be for a long while though...” “Sam… I’m your Auntie Sue. Let me do this for you. Even if it goes into storage for a year or two.” “Are you sure?” I could tell from her smile that she genuinely cared for my Mum, and now she wanted to do something for her daughter. So who am I to say no? Especially if my girlfriend could wear… that. I better get planning… ===================================================== Just a nice bit of character development for Sam before we end it all. Don't miss the epilogue this Sunday! New story just started on my subscribestar! Expect it here a month's time! Subscribers get new story 22nd April, that new story starts on here 20th May. Don't forget I'm on Subscribestar! 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