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"I'm not wearing shorts" I growl, but let Kyle take off my pants, stepping out of them, once he gets them down around my ankles.

I glare at Kyle, but quickly start getting undressed. I slide off my shoes, and pull off my socks, then take off my t-shirt, and stand there, still in my jeans. I cross my arms, frowning grumpily.

I grin and nod as Daddy corrects me, listening attentively as he gives me the new pronunciation of the numbers, taking a nother gulp of soda before going back to counting. I smile and nod gleefully as he asks if I got more than toowani nine. The pile of uncounted tickets is still larger than the counted ones, though not by too much. By the final count I'm up to 'Speventy five'. When I finish counting I lead Daddy over to the prize counter, There are a couple of kids there that have huge armfuls of tickets, easily dwarfing my small pile. There are also machines to count your tickets for you, one kid standing in front of one has a count of over 1200, and still has another ream of tickets to feed into the machine. The counter doesn't take the tickets, only the plastic cards that the machines spit out, so I go to one of them and start feeding in my small strings of tickets, the longest of which is about fiveteen. The machine confirms my count of Speventy five and spits out a small blue plastic card to take to the counter. The counter itself, though colorful and brightly lit with all kinds of toys and gadgets, even a TV and an electric guitar, is fairly disappointing. All of the big things are thousands of tickets, and even small stuffed animals are hundreds. I look around at the cheap prizes, and eventually pick out a plastic ring, with a fake green jewel, and two small pieces of candy.

"No." I retort, crossing my arms and sticking my lips out in a pout. "I'm already dressed, I don't need to wear something else, this is what I wear all the time. Let's go."

I make small noises of protest, as Kyle tells me that I'm not dressed how he wants me to be, but don't say anything, or try to move out of his grasp. When he pulls out the shorts I cling to his chest, and burry my face into him. "Nooooooooooo! I hate shorts!" I whine.

It's strangely comforting to be carried. all the weight of the world, the weight of your own body is taken off of you, instead being held by someone else, holding you, safely.. I snuggle into Kyle's chest, the tears slowly abating as I mash my face into his chest. I'm confused by his words. and manage to croak out in a strained voice. "But, I'm already dressed though..."

I grin and nod, placing the tickets on the table, and start counting them, putting the counted tickets in another pile. I'm surprised when I get to eleven, and Daddy corrects me... I say it again, and he corrects me again, into saying it wrongly. saying it as "eleben" he then does the same for twelve. He seems to leave off after that though. An idea occurs to me, and I continue the count "four-teen, five-teen, sis-teen, sebenteen, eighteen, nineteen, ten-teen. ten-teen one, ten-teen two..." I pause to take a break when he pours me more soda, and drink some "Thank you Daddy!" before going back to counting. after a bit of counting, I pause, feigning a look of confusion. After puzzling over something I look up at Daddy and ask, "Daddy, what comes after ten-teen nine?"

I stare into Kyle's eyes completely confused as he explains that my dream is real, it all actually happened. I stare at him for a solid minute, then my face contorts into a grimace, and tears well up in my eyes. I begin crying again in earnest, completely overwhelmed by the new world I've woken up into, and not happy with it at all. I slump into Kyle, going limp, and just letting him catch me.

To my complete amazement, Mr. Logan doesn't get angry, and tries to calm me down instead. At first I think he doesn't realize why I"m upset, but then he amazes me more by telling me that it was an accident. Relief floods through my body, and I find myself crying for a completely different reason. As he rubs my back, I climb up on top of him, and cry into his chest while hugging him tightly. "H-How are y-you so nice?" I sob. "W-why aren't you m-mad at m-me?... Aren't y-you m-mad I p-peed on y-you?" With how close together we were sleeping there's no way I didn't get some on him as well.

I don't notice Kyle until he's already hugging me, he tells me something, and I don't quite hear it, but I simply respond "o-okay" my voice barely more than a whisper. He squeezes me, and asks if I'm feeling okay, I simply slump in his arms, letting him take my weight fully. "N-no... I'm not" I utter, my voice sounding horse and distant to me. "They're gone" I manage to whisper, after a long pause. "They're gone and I'm never going to see them again..." I pause again for a while. "I had a weird dream last night Kyle... you went crazy, started forcing me to call you Daddy... I tried to run away, but you spanked me...I don't... I don't understand it...."

I sleep a bit fitfully through the night, waking up in a strange lace, and simply disassociating for a while before remembering what's going on, just like I had for he past few days, and then beginning to cry, remembering my parents' deaths. Once I've cried myself out, I start getting ready for the day, going to the bathroom, and taking a shower. I find myself leaning against the wall, my forehead pressed into the tiles as i simply stand there , not able to even force myself to move for a while. I don't know how long I stand there, letting the water hit my body until I'm able to make myself move finally. I shut off the water, and find a towel, moving back into my room to get dressed. I put on a plain t-shirt, and jeans, then walk out into the rest of the house, not entirely sure where to go, a blank, distant look on my face

I don't open my eyes when I first wake up. I had never liked mornings, and they only got worse recently, having to wake up to the reality of the world, and my place in it. I notice that wherever I'm sleeping is soft and warm... my mind struggles to think of where I am, until I remember what happened yesterday. Meeting Mr. Logan, and him being so nice to me, letting me sleep in his home... I shift around a little bit, it feels so nice to sleep in a bed, so soft, and warm, and ...wet? Oh no! I did it again! I wet the bed! Even worse! I wet Mr. Logan's bed, and after he had been so nice to me! I start getting worried, he's going to be mad at me, he's going to yell at me, and kick me out, and tell me he hates me. I start to panic, my emotions building up more and more until it's just too much, and my fear comes pouring out as tears as I start to cry, not daring to open my eyes.

I nod, bouncing excitedly when Daddy tells me to hold on. Being patient is worth it if that means you still get the reward, and Daddy's still happy with you. He takes me over to a token machine, and puts a bill in, then gives me a big handful (two handfuls for me) of shiny tokens, and tells me to go play. "Thank you Daddy" I say, giving him a quick hug, and planting a quick kiss on his chest (as high as I can reach) before scampering off. The first stop is an easy choice to make. Skee-ball is a classic, and a staple of most arcades for a reason. I insert a token with a satisfying *clink*, and the balls roll down the holding track, becoming available for use. I gleefully pick one up, and give it a roll, aiming for the center. I'm off by a good bit but still get ten points. I try again and again, slowly improving my aim. I run out of balls, long before I get good enough to hit the center target, and when I realize I only have one ball left, I decide to try to the high score up in the corner of the board, the narrow one that's hard to hit. I give the ball a little kiss for good luck, then roll the ball hard up the left side, with all of my strength. Apparently that's not quite enough, as it lands on the back board, slightly below the ring, only ten points. The machine starts flashing my score, as the game resets, and a small number of tickets feeds out. I'm a little bit surprised by the small paper tickets, forgetting that this place had prizes. It's only three tickets, but it's a start. I decide to walk around and see what all the arcade has to offer, being a bit more deliberate with my choice this time. Most of the games the arcade has on offer, are car driving games, or gun shooting games, neither of which hold much interest for me. I do find a section of games meant for younger children, and decide to give them a try. A candy claw machine ends with a small piece of chocolate as a reward. Another game where you scoop up black and yellow ping pong ball "bees" and drop them into a "hive" is actually pretty fun, and I'm able to rack up some points pretty quickly, earning at least four times as many tickets as I had gotten from skee-ball. Unfortunately I find my vice in the games that are more gambling than actual skill. A flashy game that's a circle of lights under a dome, with four buttons to stop the light in a particular place, trying to get it right on one marked "Jackpot" manages to suck away four of my tokens, before I'm able to remind myself that the game is essentially rigged, I do manage to get six tickets out of it though. The machines that really get my interest are the token dropper games, put in a token hoping to nestle it in, and make the pushers inside push it into other tokens and push them down to the next level, where there are even more tokens and pushers, just waiting to fall into the hole at the center of the machine, and spit out a reward of tickets in return. I spend the rest of my tokens trying to make a golden cascade rain down in the machine, dropping in a token, and then waiting for the full domino effect to play out before feeding the hungry machine another one. I don't go fully unrewarded for my efforts, and manage to coax a fair few tickets out of the machine. Once I finish, I head back to the eating area and look for Daddy. When I find him, I rush up to him, and show him the tickets I had won. "Look Daddy, look! I won I won!" I cheer as I bounce up and down, happily.

Slowly but surely, my tears run dry, and I lay still on the bed, until I fall into the soft embrace of sleep, wondering what kind of strange world I've gotten myself into.

"Whatever you want Daddy." I say to Kyle, tears still dripping off my face, as I try to turn around into a hug. I'm utterly exhausted, and drained emotionally. All of the fight has left me.

Still sobbing, I wince as Kyle's hand touches my bottom again, then relax a little as he rubs it. It's surprisingly soothing. In between blubbering, and sobbing, and through quivering lips I manage to choke out "Y-yes D-daddy. I-I Uwaah... I m-mean it... I-I'll b-be a good b-boy..." I find myself desperately wanting comfort and attention, soft comforting cuddles.

"Seems good," I respond. At first it seems like I picked wrong, as the movie starts of very boring. The animations are fairly realistic, and not very colorful compared to the other movies, but after a little bit it starts getting interesting, and very weird. I don't know when, but at some point my eyes start to droop closed, and I don't bother fighting to keep them open. Before I know it, I'm asleep, cuddled up to Logan, with his arm around me, feeling safe and warm.

I listen to Daddy carefully as he explains that it's not my job as a little girl to worry about money, and that he'll take care of it. I nod and grin, "Okay Daddy" He then takes me through, and I grab some more things, without worrying if I'm getting too much. Grabbing a bunch of sets of legos, more dolls, and clothes, some boardgames, a stuffed fire ant and poison dart frog, some more learning toys, and even asking Daddy if I can get a toddler-sized baby bouncer, because I was curious and it seemed fun. "I know it's a little bit under the age you want me to be Daddy," I whisper "But I'm within the weight limit, and I think it would be fun..." I'm practically dancing, as we go through the store, and pick up something else, I'm not really paying attention to, then head to buy everything, and then finally to the car. Daddy puts me inside, and buckles me in, before locking the car. I grin, bouncing and cheering as he hands me the two dragon stuffies, and I start to play with them, quickly coming up with the names of Valfore for the purple one, and Stellaros for the blue one. Just as I'm beginning their story Daddy pulls up to Big Cheese Pizza, and seemingly impossibly, I get even more excited. Inside we get pizza and soda, and I eat ravenously, not realizing how hungry I had been, but I had worked up an appetite running around, playing and being little, in the playroom, and picking out toys at the store. When I'm feeling full, I announce it. "Daddy, I'm done. May I go play?"

I kick and shout while Kyle holds me across his lap, pulling down my pants and underwear. "No! Stop! Let me go! I'm gonna-" The first spank lands and it HURTS "OW! Quit it! This is abuse! I'll call-" Then the next one lands on my naked butt. "OW! Stop it,! I mean i-" And again "OW! Please Stop." It's no use, Kyle has decided he's going to spank me, and so he does. "OW! Kyle, stop it Please!" Another smack, "OW! Daddy! please stop!" and another. "OW! I'll be a good boy, I promise-" And another. Thankfully he does stop, inspecting my bottom. I'm on the verge of tears, sniffling and doing my best to hold them back. Then he starts spanking again, and I begin crying, first just small trickles as I whimper in pain, but growing to full on sobs and wailing, while tears stream down my face, falling freely to the ground below. I go limp, all of the fight beaten out of me.

I'm happy when Daddy picks me up, and put a big kiss on his cheek. I'm amazed when he tells me that I haven't grabbed enough toys, and puts me down, to go get more. I look up at him in amazement. "Are you sure Daddy? That's already six things..." once I'm sure he's serious though I grin, and take off running, going immediately for a big fantasy castle playset, and bringing it back to Daddy since it's too big for me to carry anything else. I hen do the same with a big set of legos, checking to make sure I haven't gotten too much yet. This continues and I grab three more dolls, one princess, one prom, and one beach, a play archery set, a stuffed fish, a stuffed lizard, and another dragon, blue this time, A toddler's shape sorter, and a colorful plastic train made of gears, that can be taken apart and put back together in a bunch of ways, with big parts to avoid choking. A speak and say with animals, and a Sesame Street themed counting toy with different kinds of latches to make the colorful characters pop out of spring loaded trapdoors. Each time, coming back to show off to Daddy what I found, checking to make sure I wasn't getting too much, then rushing off in search of new treasures. After loading up the cart even more, I look at Daddy, and then guiltily at the amount of stuff he's buying me... "You're sure this isn't too much?"

I go through the uniforms with Daddy, remarking that I like the skirt style ones better, but knowing that my own opinion matters less than it normally would for this sort of thing. Grabbing the outfits goes quickly since there aren't many choices to make. Then we're onto toys, I can't help but start bouncing up and down a little bit as we walk towards the section. When we get there I listen careful to Daddy's whispered instructions, before setting of at a jog, wanting to go fast, but not draw too much attention to myself. The first stop is obvious: Stuffies! Perfect for all ages, I pick out two, a purple Dragon, and a blue penguin, before moving on. A princess Doll is an absolute must, and a plastic pony to go with her. Then I move on to toddler toys, a push popper, and a set of looping, squiggly wires with large wooden beads to move along them seem like good choices. I Run back to Daddy, treasures in hand, and show off my finds. "Daddy, Daddy! Can we get these? Please, Please! Look look, I got some stuffies, and a princess dolly, and a pony, and I even got some things for little sis, see, see! Can we get them? Please!"

Kyle walks closer, and I pull back my arm, ready to throw a punch. In an instant he has his hand on my arm, and pulls me over his lap on the bed. I'm swinging my arms, and kicking as hard as I can to try to hurt him, but I can't get a good angle to connect, so my punches are pretty useless as he keeps a strong grip on me. "NO!" I shout "FUCK YOU! YOU'RE NOT GONNA SPANK ME! I'M LEAVING! LET GO OF ME!"

I grin and hug Daddy tightly. "Uh-huh, Thank you Daddy. But you know this goes two ways right? I won't worry if you tell me I'm not supposed to, but I wanna help you if there's something you're worried about, and you need someone to worry with you." "It seems like it's the one thing I'm good at." I mutter softly, before sticking my tongue out. I go over to the overalls, and start picking through them. "Now, we gotta find some that seem like they'll fit me then try 'em on." I pause and turn to look back at Daddy. "Isn't that right?"

I walk happily with Daddy , holding his hand as we make our way to the clothes section, and then to the school section. I'm surprised that they'll have the clothes we need i with the school kid's clothes, but am surprised when he leads me over to a section of dungerie overalls in just about every size imaginable, all the way from toddler sized, to nearly full adult sized. I notice that they're similar to the overalls the kids at the school were wearing, and it only just occurs to me that they were all pretty much wearing the same thing. I also notice that they all have zippers on the backs, that start on the legs, and go around the butt, presumably for making changes easier. I look at them for a bit, and something seems a bit off, I tug on Daddy's sleeve, and keep pulling till he's down at my level, and I whisper in his ear "Daddy. These are gonna make me look like a littler girl than you want me to, aren't they? I don't really mind, but it will make it hard for me to look like a ten year old huh? But it's only for school right? Or is that a grownup thing I shouldn't be worrying about?"

I gleefully climb up onto the bed, and then wriggle under the covers, cuddling up next to Logan, pressing up against him as much as I can without actually being on top of him. "You can pick" I tell him, "I don't know what came out recently. As long as it's not too scary... I don' like scary movies." All the movies he's scrolling past seem to be colorful and cheerful, and while I can see differences between them individually, I don't see a lot of differences as a whole.