also knew once she saw herself as he saw her—as the beautiful little princess she was—that she’d be one step closer to freeing the happy little girl inside.
“Now can I look in the mirror?” she asked, and he knew she was anxious since he’d forbidden it until he could stand behind her and see her reaction. So he took her into the guest room, where he had a floor-length Cheval mirror, and stood her in front of it.
“My perfect little girl,” he said, positioning her in front of the looking glass, and watched with satisfaction as Tiffany’s eyes widened in wonder as she took in her appearance.
He’d gotten her measurements perfect when he’d sent them to the dressmaker. The yellow taffeta dress hugged Tiffany’s ample curves, and the crinoline under the skirt held it away from her shapely ivory thighs. With her strawberry blond pigtails, porcelain skin, and musical voice, Tiffany had been transformed into Lance’s adorable little girl. His heart swelled with pride; he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
In the car, she fidgeted with her dress. “Do you think they’ll like me?” she asked, her voice soft and innocent.
“They’ll love you,” he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
They were traveling through the countryside, passing picturesque farms as they headed for John Baxter’s home. As he drove, Lance told Tiffany that John Baxter ran his medical practice out of a Victorian farmhouse. The out-of-the-way location gave clients more privacy, and Dr. Baxter had established quite a clientele.
“This is one of the prettiest places I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany said when they finally pulled through the gate and onto the winding drive that led them to the Baxters’ home.
“Daddy, look!” she exclaimed with wonder when they pulled closer to the house. A large playhouse stood flanked by topiary bushes shaped into teddy bears, kittens, and bunny rabbits. Nearby, swing sets and slides sat surrounded by a white picket fence. Beyond that the house loomed, its gingerbread molding giving it a fairytale appearance.
“I’m really excited about meeting Fiona!” Tiffany said. Her excitement over meeting another little more experienced in the lifestyle had been growing since Lance had told her about the trip. But her excitement was somewhat dampened when he told her that she’d have to wait until after her doctor’s appointment.
“But why?” she asked sulkily.
“Because Dr. Baxter has set aside some time just for you, my dear. And he doesn’t want you distracted.” Lance scowled. “And there will be no pouting unless you want Dr. Baxter to see a red bottom.”
“But why would he see my bottom anyway?” she asked.
“It’s a full exam, and a cleansing,” Lance informed her. “Dr. Baxter will see everything. But you’ll need to get used to it, because regular health checks are part of being a little girl again.”
Tiffany fell quiet, suddenly apprehensive. Lance took her small hand in his large one as he helped her from the car and led her around to a side entrance with a wood-carved sign out front that read ‘J.M. Baxter, M.D.’ Under the name was the silhouette of two women in little girl-type dresses.
He noted that Tiffany’s grip tightened on his hand as they walked through the door, and did not let go in spite of the cheeriness of the waiting room. The large windows made for a well-lit interior. Across the room, an open toy box held dolls and other toys. Beside it, a shelf held books.
“Why don’t you pick out a book and daddy will read to you while we wait,” Lance prompted. Just as Tiffany was picking out a Winnie-the-Pooh book, a pretty blond woman wearing a gingham print dress emerged from the door by the receptionist’s window. Her hair was arranged high on the sides of her head in two fluffy pigtails, and she carried a worn stuffed rabbit. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and with her free hand she rubbed her bottom under the short hem of her dress. Two
“Now can I look in the mirror?” she asked, and he knew she was anxious since he’d forbidden it until he could stand behind her and see her reaction. So he took her into the guest room, where he had a floor-length Cheval mirror, and stood her in front of it.
“My perfect little girl,” he said, positioning her in front of the looking glass, and watched with satisfaction as Tiffany’s eyes widened in wonder as she took in her appearance.
He’d gotten her measurements perfect when he’d sent them to the dressmaker. The yellow taffeta dress hugged Tiffany’s ample curves, and the crinoline under the skirt held it away from her shapely ivory thighs. With her strawberry blond pigtails, porcelain skin, and musical voice, Tiffany had been transformed into Lance’s adorable little girl. His heart swelled with pride; he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
In the car, she fidgeted with her dress. “Do you think they’ll like me?” she asked, her voice soft and innocent.
“They’ll love you,” he said, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
They were traveling through the countryside, passing picturesque farms as they headed for John Baxter’s home. As he drove, Lance told Tiffany that John Baxter ran his medical practice out of a Victorian farmhouse. The out-of-the-way location gave clients more privacy, and Dr. Baxter had established quite a clientele.
“This is one of the prettiest places I’ve ever seen,” Tiffany said when they finally pulled through the gate and onto the winding drive that led them to the Baxters’ home.
“Daddy, look!” she exclaimed with wonder when they pulled closer to the house. A large playhouse stood flanked by topiary bushes shaped into teddy bears, kittens, and bunny rabbits. Nearby, swing sets and slides sat surrounded by a white picket fence. Beyond that the house loomed, its gingerbread molding giving it a fairytale appearance.
“I’m really excited about meeting Fiona!” Tiffany said. Her excitement over meeting another little more experienced in the lifestyle had been growing since Lance had told her about the trip. But her excitement was somewhat dampened when he told her that she’d have to wait until after her doctor’s appointment.
“But why?” she asked sulkily.
“Because Dr. Baxter has set aside some time just for you, my dear. And he doesn’t want you distracted.” Lance scowled. “And there will be no pouting unless you want Dr. Baxter to see a red bottom.”
“But why would he see my bottom anyway?” she asked.
“It’s a full exam, and a cleansing,” Lance informed her. “Dr. Baxter will see everything. But you’ll need to get used to it, because regular health checks are part of being a little girl again.”
Tiffany fell quiet, suddenly apprehensive. Lance took her small hand in his large one as he helped her from the car and led her around to a side entrance with a wood-carved sign out front that read ‘J.M. Baxter, M.D.’ Under the name was the silhouette of two women in little girl-type dresses.
He noted that Tiffany’s grip tightened on his hand as they walked through the door, and did not let go in spite of the cheeriness of the waiting room. The large windows made for a well-lit interior. Across the room, an open toy box held dolls and other toys. Beside it, a shelf held books.
“Why don’t you pick out a book and daddy will read to you while we wait,” Lance prompted. Just as Tiffany was picking out a Winnie-the-Pooh book, a pretty blond woman wearing a gingham print dress emerged from the door by the receptionist’s window. Her hair was arranged high on the sides of her head in two fluffy pigtails, and she carried a worn stuffed rabbit. Her eyes were red-rimmed from crying, and with her free hand she rubbed her bottom under the short hem of her dress. Two
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