DADDY’S GIRL

I’m the type of girl who likes to dream a lot. Sometimes I will just sit on the floor with my teddy, sucking my pacifier, and let myself float away into my dreamland... In my dreamland, I’m my real age, but I definitely don’t look it. I’m dressed in a very cute little Disney tee-shirt with all the Disney princesses on it and on the back it says, “Princess”. Then my eyes glance downward towards the very thick diaper I have on. It’s a double thick Molicare with a cloth insert added. Covering the diapers are some very frilly rhumbas. My hair is pulled into two piggy tails on the sides of my head, and tied with pretty pink bows. I also have some very frilly white socks on.

I smile at them and lift my foot into the air, smiling at Daddy I then point to my socks: “Wookies Daddy! Aren’t they pwettys?” Daddy just smiles at me and nods, as he finishes reading his newspaper. I go back to coloring in my coloring books for a while. When Daddy is done reading his paper, he walks over to me and slips a finger into my diaper to see if I am wet or messy. I giggle cause it tickles.

“Well, it feels like my baby-girl needs a change,” Daddy says to me. I start to stand up to follow him to the nursery, but Daddy cocks an eyebrow at me, reminding me of the rules... No walking for little babies, only crawling. I get on all fours and crawl after Daddy as fast as I can, trying to keep up. As we enter the nursery I see a huge crib, that’s just my size. It’s decorated in all Pooh and Tigger stuff and my stuffed animals are hung in one of those animal nets in the corner.

Daddy leads me over to the large changing table, then instructs me to stand, then he lifts me up onto the table. Daddy smiles and leans forward, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead, then fastens a leather restraint around each of my wrists, holding them flat against the changing table. Daddy then un-tapes my diaper and cleans me up very gently and lovingly. Then he slides a fresh diaper under me and before I can react, he has pushed a suppository up my little bottom. I look up at him, with a few tears in my eyes: “Daddy? What you doing?”

“I gave you a suppository, little one. I want to make sure you remember you’re just a little baby and you are supposed to do everything in your diapers.” Daddy just smiles and tapes me all up, then helps me sit up, after releasing the restraints... Daddy then pulls on my short-alls and helps me get my shoes on...
“Daddy where are we going?” I asked, starting to whine cause I feel like my bowels are going to explode any minute and I don’t want to mess my diaper out in public. Daddy just smiles at me: “Honey, you know we promised to go see my Mother today.”

He leads me to the car and straps me in, a few tears roll down my cheek, knowing I am going to have to be sitting there talking to his Mother, trying to act grownup, in a messy diaper. All I could do was pray that it wasn’t going to be noticeable... Daddy hadn’t even pulled all the way out of the driveway when my bowels let go and flooded my diaper. Immediately I started to cry, not liking this feeling, and also fearful his Mother is going to find out somehow.

Daddy stops at a stop sign and reaches over, brushing my hair out of my face, and giving me a gentle kiss on the forehead. He then brushes away my tears with his hand: “Hush, little one. You know Daddy loves you. Everything’s going to be fine, I promise. You know my Mother already knows you are my baby anyway.” I just look up at Daddy, with pleadings eyes... wishing he would change me, but knowing he wont.

Soon we are at his Mother’s house. I start to unbuckle myself, but a quick slap on the hand from Daddy stops me. I wait as he walks around and opens my door, then unstraps me himself.
“Now be a good girl and behave and we won’t stay too long, then we can go get you all cleaned up.” All I could do was nod, in fear, as Daddy took my hand and walked to the door and rang the bell.

His Mom cheerfully opened the door: “Why.. HELLO THERE! How are ya’ll doing? Ohh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen the both of you!” She wrapped Daddy in a loving hug first, then walked over and hugged me tightly. I loved the woman to death but standing there in a poopy diaper, praying she wouldn’t find out made me just want to break down and cry. We all walked to the living room and sat down. I took my time sitting down, trying not to make any squishy noises or let the mess get on me anymore than it already was.

Daddy noticed and pushed me down gently: “Take a seat, sweetie,” he said smiling. It was all I could do to just sit there and smile. We all carried on little conversations for a while... when all of a sudden, his Mom, let out a deep sigh: “Man, what is that smell? I have been smelling something for the last ten minutes or so.” She looked around...

“Oh, that’s probably Princess’s messy diaper, Mom. Would you like me to go change her so that it doesn’t smell in here?” I wanted to just curl up in a hole and die. His Mom just looked at the two of us for a minute, then shook her head: “No, why don’t you let me change the little girl this time? I kinda miss having all you kids around and taking care of you all. Do you have her diaper bag?”

I turned an even redder shade of embarrassment if that was possible. I knew better than to argue, because I know Daddy wouldn’t hesitate to spank me right then and there. So I allowed his Mother to lead me to her room. She pulled out a changing pad, from my bag and laid it on the bed, then told me to lay back on it. Shyly, I sat down and laid back: “Really you don’t have to do this...” I started to say.

“Aww, it’s ok sweetie. I raised four kids as well as running the day care, remember? I’m quite used to changing diapers.” She pulled out the fresh diapers and supplies then unsnapped the snaps in my short-alls. She made fast work of cleaning me and getting me re-diapered.
“It’s so nice out today why don’t we leave off your short-alls ok?” she said, smiling at me.
“But don’t you think...”
“Honey,” she said sitting down beside me, “I know that you like being a baby and letting my son Daddy you. It makes you feel safe, and loved, and I’m fine with that, really I am. So just relax, ok? You can be yourself around me, ‘member.. we’re family,” she smiled then folded up my short-alls and placed them into my bag. Then I walked behind her back to the living room, still a little red faced. Daddy smiled and pulled me into his lap: “All better little one?” I nodded, but was so embarrassed I just buried my head in his shirt and started to cry....

Daddy rocked me, stroking my hair, telling me that everything was fine. Before I knew it I was sound asleep in Daddy’s arms, sucking my thumb. While I napped, Daddy and his Mom talked... and he explained a little more to her about me being his baby all the time and how he wanted to adopt me as his real daughter, to always take care of and love. His Mom gave her happy approval and even volunteered to babysit when needed. With that, Daddy woke me from my nap...

“Time to head home little girl. It’s almost your bath time. If we don’t hurry you won’t be able to get a story read to you before it’s bedtime.” I yawned and got up. His Mom hugged us both as we walked out the door. I thanked her shyly for changing me...

“Anytime sweetie,” she said, smiling. That night Daddy bathed me and re-diapered me, then got me dressed for bed. We then curled up in the large rocking chair and he rocked me as he read me a bedtime story.... when it was over I was almost asleep in his arms, so he gently helped me into my crib and tucked me in, before he left he turned on my mobile and the nightlight, then whispered into the darkness: “I love you my little baby!”

And now I awake from that daydream, happy but yet sad, for it was only a dream!