Zeke and Lily:
Ever After
Zorro Daddy
Copyright 2011 Zorro Daddy
Published by Zorro Daddy at Smashwords
There are always:
Dreams to be Dreamt,
Fairy Tales to be Told,
“Happily Ever Afters”
to be Pursued,
Memories to be Made,
that Perfect Story
to be Written,
that Deepest Love Yet
to be Discovered,
and the Opportunity
- Awaiting to Feel It All.
Chapter One - Stamina Building and the Pretty Lights
No Pants Day
Planning for “The Future”
Chapter Two - A Week of Dreams, Tilting and Adjustments
An Unwanted Vacation
The Big Day
Smoke Signals
Chapter Three - Sugary Sweet, No Matter Where You Are
The Lights of a Homecoming
Movin’ Out and Movin’ In
The Sweetest Place on Earth
Chapter Four - The Trouble with Generations
…Twice a Child
A Matter of Heart?
This Little Light of Mind
Happily? … Ever After
Stamina Building
and the Pretty Lights
No Pants Day
November 26th -
The first rays of sunlight rose up from the horizons and danced across the rooftops of the city, giving a silhouetted effect to the buildings as they escaped from their nighttime shapes. There was crispness to the air and the city greeted the new day. Dawn had arrived in Lancaster City.
The warmer mornings of summer and milder mornings of autumn had given way to the downright chilly mornings of late November. It was Friday, the day after Thanksgiving and the turkey-induced sleeping had not fully worn off yet. The city was quiet, but soon enough, the hustle of a very busy day would begin.
Lily lied peacefully in her crib as those first rays touched her window and brightened her nursery. The fetal position she went to sleep in had shifted into a sprawl. She lied flat on her back, but was still covered completely by her baby blanket due to a very attentive Daddy who checked on her several times throughout the night and re-tucked her under the blanket when she inadvertently kicked it off.
The sunlight first touched her forehead and she smiled behind her pacifier, knowing that the day would soon begin. A few minutes later, the sunlight reached her eyelids and she squeezed them in response before shrinking her body up into an early morning stretch.
She slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the day’s brightness on the ceiling and walls. She lifted her head up and then took a moment to brush back the strands of her hair that had dangled down on her face.
Sitting up, she looked around the crib in a half-asleep/half-awake state, searching for her teddy bear in amongst a sea of blankets and other stuffed animals. She placed her thumb and pointer finger on the bridge of her nose, allowing the pressure to awaken her fully before scooping up her teddy bear.
Shifting her position and leaning up against the crib bars, she looked down at the diaper between her legs and around her waist. She smiled and bounced up and down a little. It wasn’t just any diaper. It was the new Bambino teddy bear diaper. It was thicker and had a more rounded shape which contoured to her body almost perfectly. Her frame (being quite small) and her light weight (due in part to her chemo treatments) made the smallest sized diaper the best fit.
Beyond all the technical thoughts about it, it simply felt softer and made her feel even more like a little BabyGirl than she did when in any other adult diaper.
Her dark blue Penn State Nittany Lions night shirt had bunched up onto her tummy. She pulled it back down over her thighs, marveling over how she had become a Nittany Lions fan because of her Daddy, Zeke Williams.
She looked at the engagement ring on her finger and then around at all the decorations, toys, clothing, diapers and furniture that filled the room. She looked back at her night shirt and then to the door.
Soon, Zeke would open that door with a smile that would fill her with a joy like nothing she had ever felt and another day would begin. She smiled widely behind her pacifier and grabbed hold of her toes, curling up into a ball before rolling back down into a laying position.
She was filled with a happiness that sometimes overwhelmed her. It was nothing new and the fact that it happened so commonly made her even happier.
She thought back to that first email she got from him and then the day they met face-to-face at Park City (the local mall in Lancaster, PA). She recalled that first night she spent in this very apartment in this very crib and that late night diapered trip to Wal-Mart he took her on. The very next day at work she got an email from him, telling her that they would be leaving for a two-week Caribbean vacation that very afternoon!
And the memories kept coming back to her quickly.
She thought about that vacation and how they took a cruise ship from Miami to Nassau Island in the Bahamas. She remembered the incredible beaches, swimming with dolphins, whale watching, the night time walks in the sand, Jimbo’s spirit shop, the other local stores and restaurants.
Then in a moment of deeper reflection, she recalled how abruptly that vacation ended when she collapsed on the beach and how, while having an out-of-body experience, she watched Zeke call 911 and then perform CPR on her until the paramedics arrived.
Those memories led to thoughts of Mr. Woody, a red-haired elf who visited her in his dreams and helped her through some of the most troubling moments of her life. She hadn’t had a dream with him in it since they returned from the Bahamas. And while it saddened her that she hadn’t dreamt about Mr. Woody, it also made her happy because Mr. Woody told her that he was appearing in her dreams to help her. If she didn’t dream about him, then she didn’t need any help.
She remembered waking up in Lancaster General Hospital and learning that she had Hodgkin’s disease. The doctors told her that her condition was treatable, but it would be a slow recovery.
Zeke stayed by her side every step of the way and spent entire nights sleeping in an uncomfortable chair next to her hospital bed. She remembered the day she checked out of the hospital and the fight Zeke got into with her abusive father who showed up as they were leaving.
Then Zeke took her home and babied her until she was overwhelmed with attention. And then he proposed to her. Oh, what a wonderful memory that was! It happened just as she hoped it would some day. He knelt on one knee and did it right.
Since that day, she had been living in his apartment with him. She was unable to return to work at the Lancaster Newspaper Company because of her health, but wonderful news came to her a few weeks ago when the newspaper asked her to write a weekly column about dealing with Hodgkin’s disease.
Earlier in the fall, she kept a journal to help her work through some of the inadequacies she felt and other troubling thoughts she didn’t know what to do with. She decided, however, to write about happy things in her journal instead. So she wrote about what she and Zeke did.
In that time, she met Keira, a mid-20’s girl who shared a common interest with Lily about submission. She and Keira became best friends forever. And her husband, Grant, befriended Zeke.
Lily and Zeke also met Heather and Frank, a couple who shared the Daddy/BabyGirl dynamic in common with them.
And then there was Erica, who was a super-sexual dominatrix/slave/boy toy/tramp. It all depended on how she felt that day and who her current boyfriend was.
She introduced her older sister, Taylor (who she called Tay-Tay), to Zeke and she was happy when she learned that Tay-Tay had found a boyfriend, too. His name was Billy and he was a mechanic.
So much had happened to her inside of a few short months. She met the man of her dreams, took an amazing vacation with him, fell ill with Hodgkin’s disease, got engaged, moved in with Zeke, met a group of local couples with some non-vanilla relationships and saw her entire life change in the process.
And now here she was, at the end of November. She was getting closer to her wedding day, the holiday season had begun and her first column writing was to appear in that morning’s newspaper. Needless to say, she was very happy, despite her frail health.
As she lay there waiting for Zeke to come in and say good morning before changing her diaper, one more happy thought came to her mind. Zeke landed the book deal he was hoping to get with a publishing company up in New York. Some time in the month of December, he would be taking a trip up to meet with them.
She had almost exhausted herself with memories of the recent past, but she wasn’t done remembering things just yet. And it stood to reason that she would continue to occupy her mind with them until Zeke appeared at her nursery door. After all, she was female and therefore was an expert at thinking about ten different things all at once while worrying about six others and performing three tasks simultaneously. So, lying in her crib and thinking of happy memories while wetting her diaper was no big challenge at all.
Oh my! She was wetting herself! And she hadn’t even realized it until she felt the heaviness saturating the diaper between her legs.
She smiled and didn’t shift in discomfort. She believed that when a girl had nothing to hide, she would grow comfortable with who she was and where she was. And if she kept her life as an opened book, she would reach a place of comfort where nothing could ever reach her to hurt her.
It was a very risky belief and she may well have been setting herself up for serious trouble. She may well have been hurt, but then she met Zeke and everything changed. All those crucial little pieces necessary for her dream world to be real suddenly appeared and fell into place where they belonged. Of all the blessings she had received in the past few months, that was the most meaningful of all and the one for which she was most thankful.
Thankful was what yesterday was all about. Her thanksgiving had started at Zeke’s mother’s house for lunch, then moved to her sister’s house for dinner and concluded with a night on the town with Keira, Heather, Erica and all their guys.
But thankful was also what every moment of her life had become. She went from uncertainty with unfulfilled dreams to a lifetime with Zeke which she could clearly see. Their forthcoming wedding and marriage, their lives together and the day she would become a mother all seemed so very close. She could hardly wait for all of it to happen, but always stopped herself from thinking that way. If she spent too much time looking to what the future would bring, she would stand the risk of missing out on her life of the moment.
And then, without any notice, the door slowly cracked open. Standing in the doorway was her Daddy, her lover, her soul mate and her happily ever after – all rolled into one … Zeke.
He opened the door completely and Pretzel came running in with an excitement to say good morning to her. Lily got up on her knees and awaited Zeke to lower the side of her crib so she could pick Pretzel up and hug her.
She didn’t wait long as he walked over to the crib and did so, lowering the crib in just enough time for Pretzel to be able to clear it with her first jump up, right onto Lily’s lap and into her arms.
Pretzel began licking Lily’s face and she lied back down on the crib mattress, giggling like a little girl. Taking a break from licking, Pretzel panted her excitement out as Lily had begun scratching behind her ears.
Her little blonde puppy was another blessing she had forgotten to think about in her memory session of moments ago. She and this little dog had found a way to bond to each other’s souls almost instantly on the day they met.
Zeke walked over to the window and twirled the venetian blinds open, letting the sun shine in. He set something on the little table next to the window before walking over to her crib side.
Watching the two of them say good morning, he smiled brightly. He was so happy to see she was enjoying herself. Lily had been through so much and it made him feel good he could bring joy to her heart and into her life.
He flipped her night shirt back up onto her tummy and felt the bottom of her diaper. He unfastened her diaper tapes. The very sound of her diaper tapes transformed her persona into shy and little. She never stopped playing with Pretzel as this happened, but was feeling the effects of being babied all ready. It was a wonderful feeling that formed in the center of her tummy and moved outward, covering every inch of her body and filling her senses with a joy she never knew existed before he met her and made her feel this way.
Zeke made her feel this way over and over again each day. And every time he did it made her feel like it had never happened. She had grown so accustomed to feeling like his baby that after a while it hardly startled her, but she still got that babyish sensation.
She would be sitting on the couch watching a SpongeBob cartoon when he would walk into the living room and place a hand on her diaper to check. Every time she would melt for him and it was this melting which would soon become the most powerful emotion of all, taking hold of her heart strings and making her feel helpless.
She would remain in this state and in need of his attentive hands and loving heart for hours at a time before she came back to her senses and was able to function individually again. And all along the way, she would find herself in a utopia she never dreamed possible to reach, yet he lifted her up to that summit again and again. She fell deeply in love with him for many reasons, but perhaps the greatest reason of all was how good he made her feel about who she was.
Zeke lifted her bottom and legs up in the air as Pretzel went back to licking her face. She licked Lily’s face and then sneezed, an indication that the little pooch was very happy. Why happiness made the dog sneeze, no one really knew, but it was a hysterical sight to behold every time she had a sneezing fit.
Lily returned to laughing for a moment before she felt the cool touch of a wipe to her bottom. She gasped and then closed her eyes, freezing in place.
Pretzel jumped down from the crib and sprinted out of the room so she could run laps around the living room and up and down the hallway. Having said good morning to Lily, she now had all sorts of new energy that needed to be burned off with activity.
Lily remained frozen with her legs and bottom in the air. She felt exposed, beyond the nakedness of her midsection. It was an exposure of the center of her soul, revealing how the slightest touch would make her crumble. It was that melting reaction and it brought her elation as it always did.
His touch was so gentle, a fact she never got used to. This was a guy doing this to her. Guys didn’t understand how to touch a girl in such a tender way as this. And they certainly didn’t understand that the memory of that touch had a meaning all in itself which would stay within a girl’s mind for the rest of the day. Yet somehow, some way, Zeke was able to affect her so profoundly with a simple wiping of her skin.
She opened her eyes and looked up at him with a gaze of love which told him he had just taken claim and ownership of her heart for the millionth time. He smiled back at her and gave her a wink. Zeke was no dummy. He knew the effects he had on her and he knew how to make them more intense.
He lowered her bottom and legs back onto the crib mattress as he slid the wet diaper to the other end of the crib. He had learned, after a serious of unfortunate events, to not drop a diaper onto the floor, even if just for a short amount of time. They had a dog now and diapers on the floor made for great chew toys for Pretzel to shred.
Parting her knees and spreading her bent legs, he took another wipe to her front and continued the caress of her skin. With the same gentle touch, he wiped her peach, taking time to not give her an emotion which was adult in nature.
Lily let the pacifier fall from her mouth as he sat her up and she lifted her hands to the sky. He lifted the night shirt up off her body and then she sat before him, naked from head to toe.
She felt very little at this point, but also very comfortable, strangely enough. Zeke not only was wearing clothes, but he was prepared to leave all ready. She was completely naked, unbathed and hadn’t even gotten out of her crib yet. She felt like a baby, unable to care for herself and awaiting his directions.
He stood up and extended his hands to her. This always meant he would be picking her up into his arms and this would lead to many different trips to many different locations in the apartment for many different reasons. He would even pick her up and carry her when they were out in public sometimes. It was always such a wonderful feeling to be in his arms and such an inviting place to be.
She smiled, extended her hands to him and up into his arms she went. As she had done so many times before, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder with the tip of her nose touching his neck.
It was when in this position and under the influence of this emotion that she felt completely at ease and most comfortable with her body. When in his arms, she didn’t look around to see who might be watching nor did she worry if what she was doing was right or what he wanted. Wrapped around his body and relying on him for her life at that moment, she found the leisure of her mind which never entered in to any other moment of her day or night.
He picked up her baby blanket and covered her back with it, wrapping it around her legs and feet. His body and the blanket enveloped her frame with soothing warmth. It felt so good she no longer found herself unable to move because of emotion, but now unwilling to move because of how wonderful it felt to be in his arms, swaddled in that baby blanket.
Seeing how much enjoyment she was receiving from being held, he kept her in his arms but sat on the rocking chair, placing her across his lap.
The rocking chair faced the only window in her nursery. He pulled on the string at the window and drew the venetian blinds up, revealing the beautiful sunrise. The frost of morning, though not in full force as it would be in winter, covered the edges of the window pane. There wasn’t a cloud to be seen anywhere and on this morning Carolina had nothing on these blue skies.
Zeke picked up the baby bottle he set on the little table next to the window. She looked up at him with an adorable pair of puppy dog eyes.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said softly as she took the nipple into her mouth, placed her head on his chest and looked out the window.
He kissed her on the forehead and wrapped his arms around her tightly. His silence of the day so far meant only that he wasn’t awake enough yet for conversation. There was a point in time, not too long ago, when his silence worried her that something might have been wrong. And once she thought something was wrong, her mind began to do that female thing of trying to break everything down to its separate components, analyze each individual reaction and movement in the hopes of discovering the problem.
Luckily, she now knew that he didn’t speak right away in the morning because he simply wasn’t awake enough yet to do so. He had to explain this to her probably a dozen times before she believed him and she always felt silly when she thought of how long she didn’t believe him.
Her morning bottle was always filled with apple juice which was the perfect drink to cut through the dryness of a morning throat. She had learned that smaller swallows made for a better feeling in her tummy and they also served to extend the length of her bottle time just a little bit longer without making it obvious she was doing so.
Not having been re-diapered meant there was a tub of hot bath water cooling down to the right temperature. So she was in no hurry to get through her bottle. She had a feeling that she would be in no hurry to rush through anything they were going to do that day. So, in that regard, mere thoughts of the plans ahead didn’t fill her with any anxiety. This enabled her to simply enjoy each second she was with him.
He rubbed her back through the blanket, and then her legs and bottom in the same fashion. This was a different sensation than his hands to her bare skin. Her baby blanket was very plush and extremely soft. So it gave her a different feel when it covered her and certainly when it was rubbed against her.
She elated in the softness she was wrapped in, the love that kept her heart beating and the littleness that consumed her mind. And as she neared the end of her bottle, her eyes wandered to the top button of his shirt which she started playing with.
Seeing she was done, Zeke stood up, carried her over to the crib where he placed the baby blanket he removed from around her and headed for the hallway.
Having bottle fed her several times every day for months now, he had found the most effective way to burp her. Heading for the bathroom, he waited for her to inhale before he drummed his fingers on the middle of her back, pressing inward at the right moment to help her produce the burps she so desperately needed.
Being carried into the bathroom, she sighed and relaxed her head on his shoulder, the tell-tale sign that her burping was done. On some occasions, it took a few attempts to get the multiple burps she would need out of her, but this time, he did it with one try and she finished it with one burp.
This was just in time for her to sit up in his arms and take a look at everything he had prepared in the bathroom. Sitting next to the sink was her diaper bag, filled with an extra outfit and the necessaries for a diaper change. It was packed and ready to go. Sitting on the edge of the sink was a pair of jeans, a white hooded sweatshirt, a t-shirt, a bra, a pair of socks and a pair of sneakers, all stacked in one neat pile. On the other side of the sink was her make-up kit.
He walked over to the tub which was filled with bath water that had the largest mound of bubbles covering the surface she had ever seen. He kept his left arm under her bare bottom, but bent down and stuck his right hand into the water, testing it for temperature.
He brought his right hand back out of the water and onto her back immediately. She felt the warmth of the water on his hand and nodded her approval to him. He placed his left hand under her knees and with his right hand still under her back, he began lowering her into the tub.
First, her bottom touched the bubbles and she giggled at how they tickled her skin. Continuing to be lowered in, she felt the bubbles touch her feet and lower back. The tickling sensation gripped up those areas and she giggled again.
But as the rest of her body felt the bubbles, she became silent. She was anticipating and preparing for that first touch into the warm water. And without much wait, she felt it.
Her bottom felt the warm water and soon her feet touched the surface. As he lowered her into the water completely and onto the bottom of the tub, the warmth spread up her inner thigh, across her peach, up her ribs and over the small of her back. These were the most sensitive parts of her body and the areas Zeke concentrated the hardest on to affect when lowering her into a tub.
He leaned her back and rested her head on a small towel on the back edge of the tub. Lying back, she relaxed her body completely, submerging herself up to her chin and closing her eyes to take in the sensations of a warm bath without the distraction of sight.
She heard him walk out of the bathroom as he always did after he placed her in the tub and got her comfortable. He would be back after a few minutes of her enjoying the water before her washing would begin.
Several minutes must have passed and it stood to reason that she fell back asleep in the warm water. So the wash cloth she felt being rubbed on her thigh startled her awake.
Apparently, he had returned to the bathroom with a cup of coffee that now sat on the edge of the sink. A copy of the morning newspaper opened up to her article sat on the toilet lid along with a towel and he had knelt by the tub and had begun washing her.
She sat up as she normally did to get her back washed and he placed a small dish on the edge of the tub. Lily looked inside it and saw the sponge toys as she called them. Reaching into the bowl she scooped them all up and dropped them into the water.
She watched them swell up to full size as they soaked in the water. From the washing of her neck down her back and around to her tummy she struggled to stay still. Some days she was more ticklish than others. Today happened to be one of those days.
He put bubbles on her nose and cheek bones, and she puffed out her cheeks, giving him a silly face as he washed her arms and hands, then her legs and feet. At one point she had her arms reaching to the sky and at the next point she had her feet resting on the tub faucet. She was in a silly mode and enjoying her time in the tub.
Her fingernails were still painted with the red nail polish she had worn yesterday and her toe nails matched. She admire her paint-job as he bathed her, feeling proud that all her nails still shined and sparkled.
Were it not for a thorough job of shaving yesterday morning, she would have to do it again. But for today, she was still smooth. Rarely did she ever allow even stubble to appear on her skin. It was one of those girly maintenance things that she viewed as an everyday bit of business, but today she opted out of it.
Maybe it was because she was feeling a little lazy. Maybe it was because she was feeling too little to do it. Whatever the reason her decision to skip her razor time didn’t matter anyway because Zeke wasn’t insisting she shaved herself and if he didn’t mind, she had no problem taking the day off.
Then her bath was done. He stood her up, wrapped the towel around her and lifted her out of the tub before sitting on the toilet lid and sitting her on his knee as usual. He handed her the newspaper to see her column as he began to dry her off. On most days, he would place her on his lap and hold her for a few minutes before drying her off, but sensing his growing urgency to get moving, she sat still and fought off the ticklishness of him drying her body with a towel.
Instead, she distracted herself by reading her column. She didn’t need to read it. It wasn’t really news to her since she was the one who wrote it, but it made her happy to see it in print and as he finished drying her, she finished the article, setting it on the back of the toilet before standing up and following him over to the pile of clothing on the edge of the sink. He picked up her bra and she slid her arms under the straps as he executed putting it on over her breasts and fastening it in the back … almost perfectly. He was getting so much better at it and she believed that one day in the future he would be able to put a bra on her as effortlessly and easily as he was able to take her bra off.
She raised her arms to the sky and he slipped the t-shirt over her body, followed by the white hooded sweatshirt. As he brought her head up through the top of the sweatshirt, she looked in the mirror and grinned at what she saw on the front of her. It was a Kansas City Chiefs sweatshirt, the one that he ordered online and had been waiting for to arrive. It obviously did arrive and she was going to break it in for him.
He pulled her hair out from inside the sweatshirt. It was so big on her that it came down to mid-thigh. She spun around to face him and gave him a hug.
“I love you too, BabyGirl,” he said, finally deciding to speak.
Five simple words, spoken with his voice, made her heart begin beating fast. She had been awakened, shown love, swaddled, cradled, bottle fed, bathed, dressed and it wasn’t even 9 am yet.
Getting to the task at hand, she turned to face the mirror as he kissed her on the forehead and went to find Pretzel to take her for a walk.
Lily picked up his cup of coffee and began drinking from it with both hands before tending to her hair and make-up. She liked her coffee black, but Zeke liked to load his with cream and sugar. She didn’t mind though and it made her feel like a little girl to be allowed to finish her Daddy’s cup of coffee.
She set the coffee cup down and picked up a hair brush, taking her time to carefully brush through her hair. She wished she could put her hair up in pigtails, but hadn’t been able to do much with her hair recently because it had become brittle due to the treatments for her illness. Hair loss had always been on the list of side-effects of chemo, but she had been lucky up to this point. She looked at her hair in the mirror and frowned a little that it was only long enough to touch her shoulders. She had to get it cut two weeks ago as preventive maintenance against losing her hair all together. The frailty of her hair was the reason why Zeke had washed it when she was in the tub. She had him wash it every other day in an effort to not dry it out.
The trickiest thing was to find something to do with her hair without using a whole lot of hair spray and without using hair ties. It always took a little while, but she was creative and always found the solution for which she was looking.
And while she was making her face up an idea came to her that sounded like a lot of fun. It would make her feel little while also giving her many thrill-worthy moments throughout the day. But she knew that Zeke would need to be convinced a little before he gave her permission to do it.
So when she heard Zeke return with Pretzel from the walk, she quickly thought up a game plan of what she would say to either get him to say yes or to make him believe it was his idea to begin with. Either way would get her the approval she wanted.
“Daddy!” she called to him while doing the mascara trick to her eyelashes.
“Yes?” he said, appearing at the bathroom door.
His ears were pink and his face was flushed with color. He had a slight shiver. This may have been due to the fact that all he wore was this old, worn out leather coat that she truly wished he would throw away. It hardly kept any chill out, but the jacket had sentimental value to him and she didn’t push the issue.
Regardless of his attire, it must have been cold outside. Initially, this wasn’t a good sign. Cold weather would encourage him to say no to her idea, but she decided to throw caution to the wind and just say it.
“I declare today a no pants day!” she exclaimed proudly while still using her little girl voice to maintain her cutesy-ness.
“Huh?” he asked in disbelief. “I think it’s a little too cold for that today, Princess. The last thing you need right now is to be getting pneumonia or the flu. Maybe some other time.”
“It wouldn’t be cold if you put me in leggings,” she stated, knowing what his question would be in reply.
“What are leggings?” he asked.
“They’re the pantyhose without the feet,” she replied, selling the idea slyly. “But remember they’re made of a heavier material. If I wear them, then I won’t be cold.”
“Oh,” Zeke said, now considering the idea.
“The red ones in the top drawer of my dresser,” Lily said as she returned her attention to the mirror and her eyelashes.
Thinking nothing more of it, Zeke walked into the nursery to get the leggings. As soon as he entered the nursery, Lily smiled with success. It was a moment of victory that she wouldn’t celebrate, but rather just enjoy in her own sweet, quiet way. But what made her happiest was that she didn’t want to wear any pants and she wouldn’t be.
“These?” Zeke asked, reappearing at the bathroom door way with the leggings.
“Yep,” Lily stated, finishing up her make-up before picking up her socks, her shoes, and her diaper bag and following him into the nursery.
She walked over to her changing table and turned around to face him. He lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the table.
“I think the leggings will work fine and you’ll stay warm with them on,” he said setting a diaper and the bottle of powder at the end of the changing table. “But I would hope that you aren’t as shrewd when we meet up with your sister.”
Her face showed honest amazement that he figured it out.
“Open,” he said as she did so while taking the pacifier in her mouth and lying down on the changing table. “Now be a good girl for Daddy. No fidgeting.”
He lifted her legs and bottom into the air, curling her body as he slid her diaper into place underneath her. Her tummy became inundated with those baby feelings which always made her crumble inside. The mere mention of her diapers, let alone wearing one, did more than just keep her bottom warm.
When she wasn’t wearing a diaper, she was more likely to be cunning with her actions and remarks; a natural reaction to the desire to be a big girl. This is why he didn’t get upset when she felt it necessary to get her way and manipulate the no pants idea into a reality.
But when she was wearing a diaper, she didn’t have those impulses to defy or contrive. The diaper, though just an object, had a power over the mind which was unparalleled … in an ABDL sense.
“And I am very happy that you will not be wearing any pants today,” he said as he spread powder over her bottom.
Knowing she was having a particularly sensitive day with touch to her skin, he took this opportunity to put encouragement where it needed to be.
“As we are out and about today, I don’t want you to hesitate to tell me that you need your diaper changed. Okay?” he stated and asked as she nodded timidly, feeling herself being readjusted back into the BabyGirl state-of-mind. “That’s a good girl. If you tell Daddy that you need changed, then Daddy won’t have to check your diaper as often.”
The thought of being stopped and having the leggings lowered and her diaper exposed as he checked her for wetness or messiness was a heart-pounding one. Realizing his words just coursed through her senses, he continued.
“And I don’t want you to be embarrassed when I change you,” he said, slowly dusting the powder over her bottom with his hand. “Your sister will be right there to keep you comfortable and distract you when the BabyGirl butterflies get so intense in your tummy that you can’t control them.”
Oh my, if he only knew that those butterflies were all ready too much to handle for her!
He lowered her bottom and legs down onto the diaper and the changing table. He parted her legs, began applying powder on her front section, spreading it evenly at her hips where the tapes were fastened and heavily down her peach and between her legs where a rash would form otherwise.
She closed her eyes as he rubbed the remaining powder from his hand on her tummy. She was, in a sense, being re-programmed by him. It wasn’t something she wanted to avoid, mind you. To the contrary, she invited it with a passion unlike any other. She also found a passion in resisting it, however, along the way.
She knew in the end she would give in to the surrender of control which made her the BabyGirl she was. That kind of consummate submission of one’s self was irresistible to her.
He folded the diaper up over her peach and front, wrapping it tightly into place at the sides. She heard her diaper tapes being opened and fastened at her hips. Quite often when he converted her mind during a diaper change, she viewed the sound of her diaper tapes as the deal being finalized and sealed. There would be no further negotiations. He had decided and she would then be the sweet and simple BabyGirl he expected her to be.
In the end, she would have it no other way, either.
He drew the red leggings up her calves and part way up her thighs. Then he sat her up and knelt down to put her feet into socks. She wiggled her toes as he put the socks on, giggling at her silliness. She did this to be silly, but also to let him know she was back in BabyGirl mode.
He put her sneakers on and tied them. Then he stood her up and slid her red leggings the rest of the way up her thighs, over her diaper and into place around her waist.
She hugged his chest like a little girl, feeling foolish and guilty for having been manipulative just a bit earlier. He returned the hug and patted her legging-and-diaper-covered bottom while rocking her back and forth.
It was this patting and rocking that drove her far enough into the BabyGirl mode that she knew she would be able to control herself. Relief formed in her body language and he knew she was ready to go.
“We’re going to have a wonderful time today. We’re going to meet up with your sister and her fella guy and you’re going to be one very happy little BabyGirl,” he said, picking up the diaper bag and taking her left hand. “You ready to go?”
She nodded enthusiastically and bounced a little to show her excitement. They walked out into the living room; he picked up her pink winter coat and helped her into it, zipping the front up. She reached into her pockets to feel for her matching pink gloves as he wrapped a scarf around her neck.
If a blizzard were to suddenly be upon them, she would be prepared. But he was simply trying to prevent her from getting sick. It may have been excessive anyway, though.
They took the elevator to the ground floor and headed to the parking lot behind the building. On the way to the car, she got more and more excited about the day’s events. After all, this was one of her favorite days of the year.
Soon, they were to the car and she was grateful to get in as she hadn’t adjusted to the cooler temperature outside yet.
He started the car and away they went for a day which would yield a lot of memories.
Following Prince Street south, he turned onto King Street and headed east out of the city. Lily sat in the passenger’s seat and looked out the window at the early morning walkers. Gone were the milder morning temperatures which offered house residents warmer porches from which to people-watch. Only the die-hard exercisers and owners of dogs who had lesser abilities to hold their bladders were out and about. The city itself seemed quiet for being the morning after Thanksgiving, but the shopping centers weren’t in the city.
She shifted slightly in her seat as the heat coming out of the floor vents had become too hot for her, but she said nothing. She knew Zeke got cold easily and when driving in the winter, had to have constant heat on his legs. It was just as easy for her to bring her legs up on the seat and sit Indian-Leg style.
She looked over at him and was filled with an enriching love for which she had become accustomed. It wasn’t a bad thing to come to expect; especially since she never allowed herself to get so used to the feeling that she no longer felt it. What good would it be to be filled with any emotion so deep as love if it didn’t strike at the very core of who she was? His effect on her was so strong it made her all she would ever be and she could think of no other way she wanted to go through life than to rely on him for everything.
He was wearing his typical wardrobe choices of blue jeans, sneakers and a button down shirt. And everything he was wearing was old, including the brown leather jacket that desperately needed to be put out of its misery. As they pulled in to the Turkey Hill Minit Market in Bridgeport (just west of the city), she contemplated how she might well be able to correct some of his clothing troubles.
“I’ll be right back,” he said, as he got out of the car and re-locked the doors before he went in.
When Zeke was in a hurry, he would often have Lily wait in the car. At first this upset her a little. It made her feel like he saw her as a bother or a nuisance that would simply slow him down in his quest to get somewhere. But Lily had found a way to view his I’ll be back statements differently.
She smiled as she watched him walking in, knowing that she was safe and warm inside the car. Not being allowed to go into the store with him made her feel little inside. She shrugged her shoulders up as she absorbed the “baby” feeling which washed over her. And to the random people who walked by the car, glancing in at her, she was a cutesy, smiling girl who loved attention. What more could she want at the moment?
She rocked back and forth as people kept passing by, some of them smiling at her. She was in her own little world and kept playing make-believe that every one of those people knew her secret and thought it adorable that she not only wanted to be a baby again, but was so fortunate as to be able to be treated like one again.
The silly AB thoughts served as the perfect distraction from the more serious thoughts that she did in fact turn a quick mini market stop into a 15-minute visit. Zeke had told her to stay in the car this time because he knew the entire day he would be following her around from store to store with no hope of getting her to hurry up. She figured it was fair for him to not want to start the shopping spree before they actually got to the stores.
Zeke came out of the Turkey Hill, holding the front door open with his foot for the older lady who was trying to shuffle her rambunctious grandchildren inside. He was such a nice guy. She never forgot to take notice of that.
She unlocked the doors and he opened the driver’s side, getting in quickly and shutting the door behind him. He shuddered at the chill in the air. Placing the bag of groceries beside her, he put the car in reverse backed up and pulled out of the Turkey Hill.
She looked in the bag and saw a pack of pop-tarts. What fun! He remembered her favorite on-the-go breakfast food, but the ultimate question would ask whether he got the flavor right.
She peeled the silver wrapper apart and held her breath while looking in. Sure enough, he got it right! Two frosted chocolate fudge pop-tarts awaited her consumption. Without any further delay, she broke a piece off and lifted it to her mouth. Her eyes grew big and wide as a realization came to her at that very moment.
She parted her lips to allow the pacifier to fall from her mouth and as they made their way down Lincoln Highway East, headed to the tourist section of Route 30, she munched on her pop-tart quietly. The pacifier had been in her mouth the whole time she was sitting in the car waiting for Zeke to return. This meant that every single person who glanced in the car at her also saw the pacifier in her mouth. She began to wonder if they were smiling because of what was in her mouth and then she began to wonder if she would see any of them again later that day.
Zeke got to the first stop light on route 30 at East Towne Mall. This was where the tourist section of Route 30 began. From this point forward, for the next 10 miles or so, the driving would be very stop-n-go. This would particularly be the case on this day, Black Friday.
The tourist section was loaded with three things: hotels/motels, places to eat and places to shop. Today, a lot of people would be crammed into that ten-mile stretch. Normally, Lily wouldn’t take Zeke along with her on a shopping day. He didn’t like shopping. Sometimes, grocery shopping got the best of him, but this day was different and he had prepared himself for what was to come.
Waiting for the green light, he opened his half-gallon of Turkey Hill Iced Tea and drank half the container. He was definitely addicted to that tea.
“Daddy, slow down,” Lily said softly to him while placing her hand on the tea container and lowering it.
He smiled back at her.
“I know. I know,” he said, putting the cap back on the container and setting it by his side.
“I worry that you drink too much of that tea. You know that they say it causes kidney stones,” Lily remarked.
“Well your drink probably won’t cause kidney stones,” he said while drawing her attention to the coffee cup sitting in the cup holder between them.
He cracked the lid off it, revealing the hot chocolate with marshmallows (now melted) he got for her. Her eyes lit up with excitement and she all but climbed on top of him to give him a great big thank you hug. Luckily, he was able to get the lid back on the cup just in time to prevent her from knocking it over and spilling it.
“I love you, Daddy,” she said, while wrapping herself around his neck.
“I love you too, Princess,” he said, returning the hug.
She remained attached to his neck and while looking out the window next to him, she caught sight of her left hand and the engagement ring.
“Forever?” she asked while playing with the ring with her left thumb.
“And ever more,” he replied.
“And a day, right?” she asked, completing the thought.
“Always,” he answered, completing the Bon Jovi song lyrics.
He patted her legging-and-diaper-covered bottom with that touch which only he had and in that manner which only he was able to do.
The simple things in life, like remembering her favorite pop-tart flavor, meant the world to her and her heart-felt thank you reactions often caught him off guard. But she was always genuine and forthright with her emotions and how they made her feel. And since his thoughtfulness and actions produced those emotions, it made him smile to see that he made her happy … even if he didn’t see it coming.
The light finally turned green and she returned to the passenger’s seat, picking up the cup of chocolate and taking the lid off. She held the cup under her nose as she breathed in the chocolaty scent that rose up in the steam. Then she put herself through what Zeke referred to as blissful torture.
She sipped at the chocolate which was still hot. The liquid she took in her mouth was still too hot to drink, but she swallowed it anyway, taking a moment to lick the marshmallow that had clung to her upper lip. Then she blew on the surface of the hot chocolate to cool it down before taking in another scolding sip. Again she swallowed it.
This process repeated itself over and over. Knowing that it would continue to burn, she still kept doing it. It was as if she couldn’t help herself to stop long enough to let it cool down because she wanted so badly to drink the chocolate. In essence and as Zeke often stated, she tortured herself to reach the blissfulness.
Zeke smiled as he watched her drinking the hot chocolate. She had removed her pink gloves and was holding the cup very tightly with both hands. She kept her head lowered so as to not have to tip the cup to drink from it. Her sips were small and dainty and her cheery disposition took him back for a moment.
At the next red light by the Dutch Wonderland Amusement Park, he rested his left elbow on the car door and his head on his hand as he looked over and watched her still drinking from the cup.
Words couldn’t adequately define what she meant to him. Sitting next to him was a girl who had led a life of disappointments and broken dreams. Her father had never been a loving or supporting parent to her and past relationships had ended with some abusive outcomes. Added into the fact that she was undergoing some rather grueling chemotherapy for Hodgkin’s disease, she had every right to feel cynical and demoralized by life. Yet she was neither.
Lily Paddington had a heart as pure as gold and a mind as innocent as a lamb. She looked at a dreary, rainy day and saw puddles to jump in. She saw the end of something as the beginning of something even better. But her trusting nature had left her short-handed on so many opportunities and her innocence had crushed her spirit so many times. Yet she still smiled and found joy in a cup of hot chocolate.
While watching her sip from the cup and bounce playfully in the seat he recalled something she once said to him a few months ago during one of her lengthy stays in the hospital.
“Everything happens for a reason,” he recalled hearing her say.
The light turned green and Zeke drove forward, trying to make the most out of the time before he would have to stop at the next light.
As he drove, he thought of the super-protective bubble that he kept her in and how she not only enjoyed his protection of her, but how she thrived from within the world he built around her. He began to ponder how to make her world bigger yet, while still keeping her little and in a diaper where she happily belonged.
Lady luck smiled on Zeke’s car and he actually made it through the next light before it turned red. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned into the parking area of the Rockvale Outlets, a stretch of outlet stores near the eastern end of what non-Amish Lancaster residents would call civilization.
Zeke followed the front street to the parking area next to the Ruby Tuesday’s where they were to meet Lily’s older sister and her boyfriend, Billy.
Lily saw her sister and her sister’s boyfriend standing next to their car just a few spaces away. Once Zeke had put the car into park, she opened her door, jumped out and ran full-sprint over to her sister and into her arms.
“Okay, okay,” Taylor said, taking a tissue out of her coat pocket. “Slow down there, sticky girl.”
Taylor took the tissue to Lily’s face, wiping the marshmallow and chocolate off her little sister’s top lip. She then took a moment to look at Lily’s outfit.
“Leggings, huh?” Taylor asked.
“Yep. It’s no pants day!” Lily announced, innocently before hugging her sister again.
Taylor looked at Billy and rolled her eyes a little before hugging her little sister and giving her a quick pat on her diapered bottom.
“Mm-hmm. No pants day, indeed,” Taylor said, knowingly. “My baby sister is always keeping everything interesting.”
Lily looked up at Taylor and saw the playful wink her older sister gave her. The AB thing was to be kept a secret for now. Billy knew nothing of Lily’s absolute love and need for infantilism.
Then Lily hugged Billy in the same overjoyed manner.
“No pants? But won’t you be cold just wearing red pantyhose?” Billy asked.
“They’re not pantyhose. They’re leggings,” Taylor replied, receiving a kiss on the cheek from Zeke.
“What are leggings?” Billy asked.
“Good question. I just learned the difference myself this morning. Pantyhose have feet and are made of a thin material. Leggings have no feet and are made of a thicker material like cotton,” Zeke answered as he shook hands with Billy.
“That’s more than I needed to know … I think,” Billy replied back to him with a laugh.
“Yep,” Zeke agreed. “But it’s one of those bits of information that we’ll never use, but never would have known otherwise.”
“I feel wiser for having been told,” Billy said with a smile to his dry sense of humor.
“Me too,” Zeke replied sharing a laugh with him.
“Come on, you two clowns,” Taylor said to the guys as she began walking arm-in-arm with Lily towards the outlet stores.
On this day, Lily and Taylor would decide where they would be going and how long they would be there. And Billy and Zeke would be carrying a lot of shopping bags.
The guys didn’t mind this so much. It seemed like it was their required duties of this, the biggest shopping day of the year. In any event, they had each other to talk to along the way. And it wasn’t much of a stretch for them to find a subject to talk about that they had in common that could last the whole day … football.
What they didn’t have in common was a favorite team.
Billy, being a product of a region of Pennsylvania that was comprised of a mixture of fans of the Ravens, Steelers, Redskins, Eagles, Jets, Giants and Patriots, had a nice assortment of team choices. His father, also a mechanic, was a Philadelphia Eagles fan and so Billy became one as well.
Zeke’s reason for being a Kansas City Chiefs fan was a bit more complex than that.
“Why the Chiefs?” Billy asked him as they followed Taylor and Lily into the Dressbarn store.
“Because of the Nigerian Nightmare,” Zeke said entering the store and heading directly to the seats in the middle of the store. “Christian Okoye.”
Not every store was as kind as this one as to offer seating for the guys who may be wavering because of a long day of shopping. Taking advantage right away, Billy and Zeke sat down on a couch. And these seats were conveniently placed directly in the middle of the store where the female counterparts could quickly retrieve them when ready to move on.
“I was about 13 at the time. This guy was a horse and just drove that ball down the field,” Zeke continued. “I decided I liked him so much that I was going to be a Chiefs fan.”
“And that’s the reason why, huh?” Billy asked.
“Yep. Of course, Okoye retired in his prime, but shortly thereafter, Marcus Allen and Joe Montana showed up and then things got really exciting,” Zeke answered. “I always like Joe Montana, but I was never a 49ers fan. When they released him and he signed with KC, I was in heaven about it.”