boyfriend and how do you even know I don’t have one already?”
I arched a brow. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No,” she said. “Nor do I want one.”
“Why not?”
“Because you just confirmed that guys only care about looks… and the ones I’m attracted to would never be interested in me anyway.”
I could have said she was wrong, but I was guilty as charged. I wouldn’t be interested in her either, especially not in her hideous Goth outfit.
“I sometimes wonder,” she said; “if our eyes saw souls instead of bodies, how different our ideal of beauty would be.”
“True… It would have saved me a few heartbreaks,” I said dryly.
Her eyes were asking me to elaborate.
“I’ve been attracted to beauty that turned out to be only skin deep a few times. It’s disappointing,” I explained.
“I bet your girlfriends were all very beautiful,” she pondered out loud.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “But not always very nice.”
She looked into my eyes. “There are some people who are both beautiful on the inside and the outside.”
I shrugged. “If so, I would like to meet them.”
She took a second before she answered and I got the feeling she was weighing her words. “If you want to meet someone that fits the description, look yourself in the mirror.”
Before I really understood the depth of her compliment she had moved away and was sitting on the side of the bed.
“Thanks,” I said to her back, but she didn’t react.
Instead she changed the subject. “I’m hungry – what time is breakfast?”
I looked at my watch. “Eight-fifteen; breakfast is in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, good.”
“Can I take a quick shower before I help you get ready?”
“Sure.”
Ten minutes later I had showered and dressed. Cia was sitting on the bed reading “The Ugly Duckling” when I came back from the bathroom with her toothbrush.
“Okay, open up your mouth, princess,” I said and brushed her teeth. When I was done she went to rinse and spit in the bathroom.
“I think they want you to put on the same toddler clothes as yesterday,” I said, since I didn’t see any other clothes she could wear.
“That’s okay, I’m no sissy…” she said and this time she didn’t even cover her breasts when I undressed her. I was pleased to see that she was getting used to my closeness and trusted me.
Breakfast was interesting. We were told a new client would arrive around three that day and asked to stay out of sight if possible.
That explained why we hadn’t seen anyone when we first arrived and in a way it made sense, since arriving at a camp where people dressed like babies and toddlers would make any sane person run away as fast as possible.
We had another session with Bruce after breakfast and I noticed that Cia was sitting with her legs crossed really tight.
“Do you have to use the bathroom?” I whispered as we waited for him to join us.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
I knew she hadn’t done number two for at least twenty-four hours, and I could understand if she was pressured with the amount of food she ate for dinner last night and breakfast this morning.
“If you’ve got to go, we could go to the cabin.” Not that I looked forward to changing her diaper again, but I would do it if I had to.
“No, I’m hoping he’ll let me get out of the diaper after this session,” she whispered.
Bruce entered and took his seat at the table. “How are we doing?” he asked and smiled at us both.
“I think Cia really needs to go to the bathroom, but she won’t do it until you let her out of the diaper.”
“But you already wet your diaper yesterday without problems,” he said to her.
“Been there, done it, don’t want to do it again,” she argued.
“All right, but then let’s just focus on our session today. Anything you want to talk about?”
“No,” Cia said shortly.
“And you?” He looked at me.
“I just want to say that I’m super proud of Cia and I think she’s
I arched a brow. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No,” she said. “Nor do I want one.”
“Why not?”
“Because you just confirmed that guys only care about looks… and the ones I’m attracted to would never be interested in me anyway.”
I could have said she was wrong, but I was guilty as charged. I wouldn’t be interested in her either, especially not in her hideous Goth outfit.
“I sometimes wonder,” she said; “if our eyes saw souls instead of bodies, how different our ideal of beauty would be.”
“True… It would have saved me a few heartbreaks,” I said dryly.
Her eyes were asking me to elaborate.
“I’ve been attracted to beauty that turned out to be only skin deep a few times. It’s disappointing,” I explained.
“I bet your girlfriends were all very beautiful,” she pondered out loud.
“Uh-huh.” I nodded. “But not always very nice.”
She looked into my eyes. “There are some people who are both beautiful on the inside and the outside.”
I shrugged. “If so, I would like to meet them.”
She took a second before she answered and I got the feeling she was weighing her words. “If you want to meet someone that fits the description, look yourself in the mirror.”
Before I really understood the depth of her compliment she had moved away and was sitting on the side of the bed.
“Thanks,” I said to her back, but she didn’t react.
Instead she changed the subject. “I’m hungry – what time is breakfast?”
I looked at my watch. “Eight-fifteen; breakfast is in fifteen minutes.”
“Okay, good.”
“Can I take a quick shower before I help you get ready?”
“Sure.”
Ten minutes later I had showered and dressed. Cia was sitting on the bed reading “The Ugly Duckling” when I came back from the bathroom with her toothbrush.
“Okay, open up your mouth, princess,” I said and brushed her teeth. When I was done she went to rinse and spit in the bathroom.
“I think they want you to put on the same toddler clothes as yesterday,” I said, since I didn’t see any other clothes she could wear.
“That’s okay, I’m no sissy…” she said and this time she didn’t even cover her breasts when I undressed her. I was pleased to see that she was getting used to my closeness and trusted me.
Breakfast was interesting. We were told a new client would arrive around three that day and asked to stay out of sight if possible.
That explained why we hadn’t seen anyone when we first arrived and in a way it made sense, since arriving at a camp where people dressed like babies and toddlers would make any sane person run away as fast as possible.
We had another session with Bruce after breakfast and I noticed that Cia was sitting with her legs crossed really tight.
“Do you have to use the bathroom?” I whispered as we waited for him to join us.
“Yes,” she whispered back.
I knew she hadn’t done number two for at least twenty-four hours, and I could understand if she was pressured with the amount of food she ate for dinner last night and breakfast this morning.
“If you’ve got to go, we could go to the cabin.” Not that I looked forward to changing her diaper again, but I would do it if I had to.
“No, I’m hoping he’ll let me get out of the diaper after this session,” she whispered.
Bruce entered and took his seat at the table. “How are we doing?” he asked and smiled at us both.
“I think Cia really needs to go to the bathroom, but she won’t do it until you let her out of the diaper.”
“But you already wet your diaper yesterday without problems,” he said to her.
“Been there, done it, don’t want to do it again,” she argued.
“All right, but then let’s just focus on our session today. Anything you want to talk about?”
“No,” Cia said shortly.
“And you?” He looked at me.
“I just want to say that I’m super proud of Cia and I think she’s
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