I didn’t need a daddy… except that I did.
Not having a daddy wasn’t going to stop me from being little. Sure, it wasn’t the same when you were by yourself, but after three daddies in a row thinking being a caretaker meant micromanaging my entire existence both in and out of little space, I was done. And besides, I wasn’t completely alone. I had Bear, my dog, and Cat, my stuffy, by my side.
When I won a custom onesie from a giveaway during Chained’s little craft day, I couldn’t believe my luck....