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Ahhhh… This was what she’d needed. She nuzzled into his shoulder, feeling their chests pressed together. They were both still hard, and her dress was rucked up around her thighs leaving little to the imagination.

But all she had to concentrate on was his breathing. With each breath, he lifted her body, just a little bit, and then lowered it again. It was almost like being rocked to sleep. It was safe. Comforting.

He turned his head and she could feel his breath on her cheek. It was warm. Rhythmic. It was Daddy’s breath, and it felt precious. Like he was sharing it with her.

Her thoughts slowed and eventually moved back toward adulthood. This time it was more like floating down a river. She knew where she was going, and she would get there.

Chapter 12

Dustin

Having Lena in his lap, resting on his shoulder and completely dependent on him, was an amazing feeling. He was still kind of in awe of the whole evening and how perfectly everything had come together.

There was something about Lena and the comic books that had just stuck with him, and when he’d wandered into an age play site that described middles, it had just seemed to fit. Tonight showed that he’d been gloriously correct.

He wasn’t sure how much of the draw for him was age play on its own and how much was just wanting to give Lena everything that she needed. He liked the idea of taking control of her in any way that she would allow it, and loved the idea that this might suit both his needs and hers.

But watching her enthusiasm and her joy, combined with that brattiness and adorably transparent manipulation that was asking for a no as much as a yes--it just hit him somewhere in his chest. This was right.

Hey, Lena greeted him.

He tucked the piece of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. How are you doing?

She shook out her arms and legs roughly, then wriggling her back upward from the base of her spine to her head. It was a completely unselfconscious gesture, and he adored it.

That was… intense.

It was, he agreed. I didn’t expect it to be so intense.

It seems dumb. I literally read a book for an hour and put on some lipstick.

It was technically true. But for Dustin, that hour had been deeply relaxing and even more satisfying than he’d expected. While she’d read, he’d tuned all of his senses into her and reflected on what she might need. In the moment, he just wanted her to know that he was there.

He’d also thought through how she might respond afterward. He had pretty much expected her to make light of it, so he wasn’t surprised now.

You read a book and put on some lipstick, but the way that you shared that with me was something special.

Lena huffed. It wasn’t the gesture she’d used before, though. In fact, it was…

Are you Landon or Lena now?

Landon’s eyes widened and Dustin didn’t actually need to see the name for confirmation. Landon’s body language was a little bit blockier, less controlled in his arms and a bit stiffer in his neck, even when he was lounging. He wondered also if Landon felt more protected when he identified as male. More mysteries to discover.

Do you want me to go change? Landon asked. He looked a little nervous and quickly took the ponytail down from the top of his head. He was still wearing the tight dress which offered a tantalizing view of his legs.

It was a little incongruous, like squinting at a hidden picture, but Dustin could ignore all of that for now.

Dustin could only imagine how difficult it was to not only emerge from age regression, but to also flip genders. His job, though, was to make sure that Landon felt safe and accepted. Only change if you need it to feel comfortable. I personally like you right where you are. Your clothes help tell your story, but they’re not all of you.

Landon looked relieved, but still a little uncomfortable. Thanks.

Anyway, he added with a smirk, if you want to continue, I’d rather that your clothes end up on the floor.

He’d mostly said it as a joke, but he liked the spark in Landon’s eyes. Honestly, he couldn’t think of a thing about Landon that didn’t turn him on.

Do you want to talk about that scene?

Landon shook his head slowly and seductively. No… I was thinking of something else. The practiced flirt was back.