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Baze pointed toward the door, and she felt like she was going to puke.

“Jade,” he said, his tone kind but firm. “Outside this door is my private bathroom. I want you to go in there, remove your diaper, throw it in the garbage, put your pants back on and then come back in here so we can continue this conversation.”

“Really? Oh thank you!” She instantly burst into hot, sticky tears of relief and all but leapt across the desk to hug him. Baze gave her a surprised half hug in return and then pointed again toward the door.

She didn’t need to be told twice. Running from the room in a full sprint, she raced into the bathroom and barely had time to lock the door behind her before she was stripping down to her diaper and pulling it off, joyously throwing it in the trash. It meant she had to go commando under her clothes for now, and she needed panties, but she’d never been so happy to go commando.

Feeling better already, she skipped into the room and flung herself back into the chair in front of his desk. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Seemingly amused, Baze smiled and chuckled at her antics. “Feel better?”

“So so much,” Jade gushed. “I’ve been so scared to tell you. And when you pointed at the door, I thought for sure you were kicking me out.”

“That would never happen. And you should never be afraid to tell me who you truly are. My love and care for you girls is not conditional. In fact, I should have asked from the start instead of just assuming you were all the same.”

Jade nodded. “I don’t think it would have mattered. I don’t think I’d have known. Back then I was living in survival mode. There was no time to think about things like what my Little age might be. I just knew I had a Little side.”

“That makes sense,” Baze agreed, listening thoughtfully. “And you’ve brought up an important point.”

“I have?” Jade asked, confused. “What point?”

“What age your Little is. It’s an important piece of information for a House Daddy like me to have. So Jade, now that you’ve had some time to think about and decide what Little age you’re not, what Little age do you think you are?”

“The age that gets to play with makeup and play video games and listen to pop music?” Jade asked hopefully. She wasn’t sure what age that was. She had a good childhood. It was her preteen and teenage years that had been ripped from her, stolen by her grandmother’s illness. “I don’t mind having rules and stuff,” she rushed to clarify, “and I don’t know what age you would think those things were proper. But those are the things I long to do.”

“Fair enough.” Baze tapped his chin. “Do you want to wear makeup every day or play with makeup?”

Jade shrugged. “Mostly play and maybe wear, like, lip gloss or mascara.”

“Does the music you want to listen to have naughty words in it?”

She shook her head.

“Do you agree to having rules about how much time you can spend playing video games?”

“Oh yes!” Jade agreed enthusiastically. For one thing, she didn’t even have video games yet, and for another, she actually liked having rules and structure. She just wanted ones that reflected who she really was.

“Very well then.” Baze gave a succinct nod. “Jade, I think you are about eleven or twelve.”

Jade weighed the options in her head. Eleven was a lot older than the age her friends were and while she already felt older, she didn’t want to make them feel uncomfortable around her by being too old. “I think I’m gonna be eleven, Mister Daddy.” A peace washed over her as soon as she made the decision.

“Eleven it is,” Baze agreed.

“So… what now?”

“Just leave that to me.”

Chapter Two

Ryan

“What is a non-kinky pastor like you doing in a place like Utopia?”

The question, asked to him by Chef Graham several weeks ago still rolled around in his mind on a constant basis.

He thought back often to how he’d answered it and frequently wondered if he’d have answered differently if he’d been here longer when he’d been asked.

It wasn’t that he was kinky or non-kinky. He’d never had an opportunity to be either. He found some aspects of the lifestyle interesting, but that wasn’t why he was here. He’d come to Utopia because he was disillusioned with the modern-day church. As a rather liberal pastor, he’d struggled to find a place for himself in the Bible Belt he’d been born and raised in. The call to head west, where churches had more variety had been tossed at him for years by both his friends and family and people above him. At first, it had bothered him; the idea that there was no place for a come-as-you-are, all-are-welcome church in the place he loved. He’d been convinced he was doing the right thing to stay put and try to start one. But it hadn’t been met with open arms and after three years of trying, he’d had to finally accept that the people around him weren’t ready for his message.