Page 22 of Tiffanie

“I put this together for my future Little, hoping that I would find her. Now I’ve met the woman who checks all my boxes for a love interest and a Little girl. I simply need to tweak my selections to fit you.”

Her mind whirled with excitement and curiosity. The conviction in his voice told her he didn’t have any doubts that she was perfect for him. When she wasn’t scared at all, Tiffanie knew her brain and heart agreed with him. They were perfect together. Pulling herself from those inner thoughts, Tiffanie replayed his last words. What was he getting for her alone?

“Like what?” she asked, scanning the room. Her gaze followed Phineas as he walked to a piece of furniture with a padded top.

“Clothing and diapers to fit you.”

“I don’t wear diapers!” A blush heated her cheeks as she protested that idea. How could he know she always read those hot scenes in her books repeatedly?

“When you are feeling very Little, I will wrap you in a diaper before I put you in bed. You wouldn’t want to have an accident, would you?” Phineas asked.

“No, of course not,” she said, shaking her head. “But I don’t need that.”

“How about if you let Daddy decide what’s suitable for you? We can definitely talk about what you wish to experience and decide what is best for us?”

Arguing with that bit of logic was impossible. She honestly didn’t have a clue about what she would enjoy and hate. In the stories she’d devoured, the Daddies always pushed their Littles to move out of their comfort zones. Most of the time, new Little experiences turned out to be delightful. She decided to worry about that later.

Since he allowed her to explore what he’d stored in the toy chest, Tiffanie dared to open the large drawer under the padded top. Her mouth rounded into a O. Inside, he’d placed lubricants, an array of anal plugs, and some bottles of thick, bullet-shaped items among many other supplies. A large, oversized tube caught her attention. What was that?

Phineas carefully removed her hand and closed the drawer. “Little girls don’t need to mess with their Daddy’s medical supplies. You’ll experience those items soon enough. Daddy will keep a close eye on your temperature.”

“That thick thing was a thermometer? I can’t put that in my mouth. I’ll never hold that under my tongue,” Tiffanie protested.

“That’s not made for oral use, Princess. Little girls get their temperatures taken in their bottoms.”

“No way!”

“Way,” he said, nodding to assure her this was the truth.

“That’s only in books, right?”

“No. As your Daddy, I will be careful about your health. Now as you’re going through your treatments, but also when you are cancer-free.”

Tiffanie didn’t know what to think. Before getting sick, Tiffanie had always dashed around with all the energy in the world. She should have gone to the doctor sooner when her symptoms started. Maybe having someone watch over her would be good. She debated asking more questions but decided maybe she’d learned enough for today. “Could we go watch a movie?”

“Of course. I bet Biff is waiting on us.”

“He misses me when I’m not around,” Tiffanie shared.

“Of course he does. Can I share a secret with you?” When she nodded eagerly, Phineas told her, “I miss you when we’re apart too, Princess.”

Her feet carried her toward him. “I miss you too, Daddy.”

Phineas wrapped his arms around Tiffanie, lifted her into the air, and spun her in a circle. “I love hearing you call me that, Little girl. Let’s settle in for a movie and enjoy each other’s company.

“Yes, Daddy. Please.”

Biff rubbed his fur against her nose, drawing her out of a pleasant dream. Tiffanie blinked into his round black eyes. “Is it time for me to wake up?”

Her stuffie stared back at her.

Tiffanie sighed. “Okay, I’ll get up.”

She pushed herself up to sit on the mattress and peered through the bars, scanning the nursery. This room was beautiful. She wrapped her hands around the slats that now confined her to the bed. Tugging on the spindles, she tested them. Could she slide them down to let herself out?

“Are you planning a jailbreak, Tiffanie?”

Looking up, Tiffanie spotted Phineas standing in the doorway. “Hi, Daddy. Could you let Biff and me out?”