out of whatever has possessed me to lose my common sense.
I stop on the stairs. “I shouldn’t do this,” I tell them.
Lucy grabs my other hand. “Do what? Swim? It’ll be fun. We want you to join us.”
I shake my head. “I… I’m, uh… I’m not like you.” I don’t mean that the way it sounds. Shit. “I mean, I don’t think I fit in. You two are good friends. You don’t want me hanging around.” I’m babbling. I don’t think I’m even making any sense.
Sabine frowns. “You fit in fine. We like having new friends. Don’t we, Lucy?”
Lucy nods. “Of course. Come on. At least come upstairs with us. We can talk there.” She gives me another tug.
I follow them. Their excitement is contagious. I’ve never been upstairs in this house. I’ve never had a reason to. I look around as we ascend the ornate, cream-colored, winding stairs to the second floor. At the top of the steps we turn right and Sabine leads us to the second door and opens it.
As I step inside, I feel like I’m leaving one world and entering another. It’s one thing to watch Sabine as a young girl every day while she’s surrounded by the relatively grown-up home that exists downstairs. Except for her smaller table in the corner of Master Kellen’s office and a booster seat she uses in the kitchen, it’s not incredibly obvious that Master Kellen has a little.
This room, however, belongs to a young girl. There’s a twin-sized daybed on the wall in front of me. The wood slats are white as is the fluffy bedding. Several pastel pillows are arranged on top, adding a bit of color. A few stuffed animals join the mix also.
My gaze wanders from the white rocking chair to the bookshelf, vanity, and dresser. I pause to stare at the dresser. I’ve heard about these drawers, and now I’m seeing them. They’re numbered. Two, four, six, eight, ten, and twelve. I also know those numbers correlate to ages and the clothing in them also extends through those ages. Sabine chooses which drawer to open each day. She tends to gravitate to age four most often.
I follow the two women/littles into the attached bathroom.
Lucy sits on the closed commode. “I know you’re curious,” she begins, her voice shifting to a grownup tone now that we’re alone. “You can ask us anything. We don’t mind.”
I glance at Sabine where she’s leaning against the counter. There’s a pile of swimsuits behind her. She shrugs. “I’m not an expert. I’ve only been living this lifestyle for two months, but Lucy has been in this for five years.”
Lucy waves a hand in front of her. “We all move at our own pace in life. I’ve grown and changed a lot over time. There are no set rules. Don’t let my experience intimidate you.”
I’ve met Lucy several times, both here and at Surrender, but this is the first time I’ve been alone with her in a situation where we can be frank. I take a breath. “I’ve been Master Grayson’s submissive for over a year, but I’ve never considered this particular lifestyle before.” I am curious. Lucy’s right. But I don’t think Master Grayson would approve of me dabbling as a little.
Sabine reaches for the pile of suits. “Now’s your chance.” She holds them out for me. “You choose first. Lucy and I don’t have a preference.”
I inhale slowly as I stare at the four suits in her hands. One is lavender with a blue mermaid on the front. One is hot pink with a ruffle on the butt and white flowers scattered all over it. One is pale yellow and covered in rubber duckies. And the last one is lime green with a princess on the front. I hesitate and then choose the rubber duckies.
Lucy picks the lavender with the mermaid, and Sabine chooses the pink with the ruffle. I’m not surprised she goes for the youngest-looking one.
As my two companions remove their clothes, I realize we’re all going to change right here in the bathroom together. I’m not overly modest by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m still nervous. This isn’t a women’s locker room. These two women live as young girls.
I’m not surprised when I notice that both of them are fully shaved bare. Not just groomed. They have no hair on their pussies. I’ve never shaved myself like that. I keep everything trimmed close and well-groomed, but not bare.