ourlittlegirlindiapers: Our Little Girl showed up Saturday morning precisely at 10 O’clock. &n
ourlittlegirlindiapers: Our Little Girl showed up Saturday morning precisely at 10 O’clock. Her clothes were different from the first time we met when she was wearing the typical short and tight clothes of a young woman. Today she arrived looking like she was dressed for the first day of kindergarten. She was wearing jean shorts that weren’t really long, short, baggy or loose, a T-shirt with a rainbow that fit the same indistinct way, cute white socks with lace at top and chuck Taylors. She’d even put a cute band with a bow to pull her hair back in a style that just screamed 5 year old. There were a few awkward moments where she seemed hesitant, but we gave her a big hug and rubbed her back she seemed to melt in our arms. ‘Have you had any more accidents?” I aksed. “What do you mean Daddy?” “I think you know what he mean, pee pee pants,” Mommy joked. She blushed and pulled down her jeans to show us she was wearing a goodnite and told us she’d had a couple little accidents and was wearing her special panties. We told her she would have to keep wearing them until she proved she could stay dry. We started out our day with a trip to the zoo. We made sure to buy her a big soda for Our Little Girl to drink while we walked around. My wife and I took every advantage to reinforce that she was ours, always calling her sweetie, honey, little britches, and all manner of cutesy baby names. We made her hold our hand sometimes, and constantly told her what she could and couldn’t do. The best part was walking her through the petting zoo. Encouraging her to pet the animals The mature way that we were dressed and behaving along with the innocent way she was dressed and acting made things seem natural. We pushed her into a pen with goats watched her cautiously reach out and pet a baby goat with other kids. “I think its great what you are doing,” a cheery woman said beside us. “What’s that?” my wife asked. “Taking your daughter out, that’s my soon there,” she said and pointed at a boy who was almost as tall as Our Little Girl, and probably twice the age of the other kids. “He’s on the spectrum and these kind of experiences are great for him. “Well we do everything we can for Our Little Girl,” my wife said. When we got back to the parking out my wife stopped Our Little Girl before she could get in the car. “Hold on little lady, I need to check your britches,” she said. Our Little Girl’s face immediately turned red and she whispered, “here in the parking lot.” “Yes here,” my wife said but first looked around to make sure no one was close by. She felt around the front and then the back. “Feels pretty squishy,” she said then pulled back her shorts and stuck her hand down the rear of the pull up. “Someone has soaked their “special panties,” she said. I opened the trunk and handed my wife the prepacked diaper bag and she began laying out a baby blanket in the backseat. “Your kidding right,” Our Little Girl said. My wife ignored her and pulled a pack of wipes out. “You can’t do that here in public,” she said getting a bit upset. I stepped behind her and put my arm over her shoulder. My wife pulled out a diaper and then motioned for Our Little Girl to get in the backseat. We all looked around, we were in a deserted part of a parking lot, there was no one to be seen and we told Our Little Girl as much. She still hesitated. “If you don’t get in there and let Mommy change your soaked pull up then I’m going to pull it off you right here in the parking lot and tan your hide, Missy,” I said. She was bright red but she laid down in the backseat. In a few minutes her shorts were back on her, though there were bit more filled out. -- source link