Use Your Words

I looked down at her, sleeping peacefully in her crib.  My heart swelled with joy, with pride at my prize.  My darling girl.  My precious princess.

She had taken me by surprise that day with her request.  The memory replayed in my mind as I watched the slow rise and fall of her breathing, my sweet girl, the love of my life.

"Daddy... "

She was so red-cheeked, she was avoiding eye contact and the way she wrung her skirt between her hands, unintentionally flashing her pull-up at me, told me that she wanted something.  She wanted something very badly.  Something she was embarrassed about.

"Yes princess?"  I smiled at her from my chair, reaching a hand out and stroking a thumb over her cheek.  Her skin was so soft, I adored touching her.

"Um, daddy... "

She figeted, her blush growing deeper.  Just to tease her, to make it a little more intense, I stood.  She barely came to my shoulder even though she was twenty-six, two years younger than me.  I wrapped a gentle hand around the back of her neck, beneath her silky hair.

"What is it princess?  Use your words."

Only a squeak came from her mouth.  I knew the effect my words had on her.  I chose them carefully.

"Daddyyyyyy... "

She buried her face in my chest, her head bobbing as I chuckled.  It was so hard to imagine that she was ever an adult, that we were once Andrew and Stacy and not Daddy and Princess.  She had been so afraid when she confessed her desires to me, that she wanted to be cute, that she wanted to drink from sippy cups and sit on my lap and watch Disney movies with me.

That she wanted to wear pull-ups.

That she wanted more than anything for me to make her feel small and safe, to let her be young again.  To color, to play with dolls, to let the adult responsibility of her day-to-day fade away in the embrace of my love.

When she had first asked me, she had acted a lot like this, actually...

"Daddy I um.. there's... something... I... "

"What do you want, princess?  Is there a dolly you want?  A new backpack?  Some shoes?"

"N-n-no daddy... I um... want... "

The heat of her blush radiated off of her, I could feel it through my shirt.  Even the tops of her ears had turned red.

"Daddy's listening, you don't need to be embarrassed.  I love you with all my heart, no matter what.  Tell me what you want, sweetie."

"It... it... Daddy it's on my 'puter."

"Okay sweetie, let's go look on your 'puter."

I said it the same way she did, that adorable baby-speak that she reverted to when she was thoroughly embarrassed.  She was so vulnerable, so delicate, so sweet.  I loved being her daddy more than anything, it was more fulfilling than I could have ever imagined.

She wouldn't follow.  She froze in place, just pointing to her laptop on the kitchen counter.  The old Macbook covered in Hello Kitty stickers and My Little Ponies.  I shook my head and patted hers as I tore free, turning the laptop around.

"No wait!"

It was a girl.  In a crib.  With mittens covering her hands.  The crotch of her outfit bulged outward adorably, comically, and she smiled happily into the camera.  Eighty dollars for a mittened sleeper.  The next tab was a pack of adult-sized pink diapers.

"Is my little princess younger than I thought?"

"Not all the time... " She stared at the ground and dragged her bare toes across the floor.  "I just... I just wanna try it."

Her face when the diapers arrived was priceless.  But there was something missing, something she wasn't saying.

"I'm too old for diapers.  I'm too big."  She fussed and pouted about them... but I found pictures of girls in diapers with strong daddies more and more often, on her computer and mine.

When the mittened sleeper came in, her whole head turned red.

"I changed my mind, daddy.  I don't want that.  I don't.  It's too babyish.  Send it back."

"Okay Princess, I'll send it back."  I packed the sleeper back in the box, watching tears well up in her eyes.  "What's wrong, honey?"

"I... I... "

"I'm always going to listen to you, sweet pea.  If you want something, you have to tell me."

"I... I want you... to... "  Her voice trailed off as she looked away.  "...to make me."

"Oh, I see."

She had been too embarrassed to fight back that first time.  But between the mittens and the zipper that ran up the back of the sleeper, she couldn't escape it once she was in it.  The snaps at the crotch meant I could get her in her diaper without removing it.  She squirmed and whimpered but didn't fight back, and it was obvious she was quite aroused when I taped the diaper closed, patting her crotch before snapping her together.

She loved to be Little, she loved to be my baby princess, but only if I made her.  We got the crib shortly after and I swear, she never slept as peacefully as when she was thickly diapered and put in her crib for the night.

My sweet girl.  My perfect princess.