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Gina blushed as they walked toward the entrance of the mall, clutching Daddy’s arm tightly. She couldn’t believe she’d let him talk her into this. Under her heavy overcoat, under the long skirt she wore, was one of the Tranquility ATN’s he’d been putting on her at home during the day on occasion, what he referred playfully to as her “little-girl panties”. At home, they made her feel little, playful, and very affectionate toward Daddy, much the same way the much thicker Drynite 24/7’s made her feel at bedtime. She’d even gotten somewhat used to wetting them, though she was very fussy about being changed immediately after.
But here, now, in spite of all the layers of clothes, Gina could hear the rustle. And she was quite certain everyone in the mall would be able to hear it too. But Daddy said they needed to go shopping for an ornament, something to celebrate their first Christmas together, and he hadn’t given Gina any time to think about what she was wearing before he helped her put her overcoat on and whisked her out the door. By the time it sank in what was happening, it was much too late to protest. Daddy was very strict about Gina wearing panties of some sort at all time. It was a bad habit she used to have before she met him, going commando, and during the week, when they were apart, she had to send Daddy a picture of her in the panties she chose each day before going to “school”, and then show him that she still had them on when they video chatted in the evening. She actually enjoyed those little show-and-tell moments, and she suspected Daddy did as well.
A cold gust of wind bit their cheeks, and they quickened their pace. It was such a relief when they passed through the air curtain and into the warmth of the food court. “So, where shall we start our search?” Daddy asked.
“Um…” Gina was trying not to fixate on her underwear, but it wasn’t working very well.
“How about Justice?” His sly smile gave away his real intent there. There was only one reason ever to go to Justice, and that was to add to Gina’s growing collection of very little-girly hair accessories, barrettes, headbands, and other oddities that just made the 42-year-old look that much more like a 3-year-old when she looked in the mirror after Daddy dressed her on the weekends. Not that Gina didn’t enjoy the heck out of it. She loved feeling little, and looking the part just pulled her that much deeper into her little-space.
“Daddy, there’s no ornaments in there!” It was a distraction, and it was helping. She had to give him that.
“There aren’t? Well where do you think we could find some?”
“Macy’s has a whole Christmas section, Daddy!”
“Ah yes, I seem to recall it right near the little girl’s section. Perhaps we can find you something pretty to wear while we’re there?”
“Daddy! We’re supposed to be shopping for ornaments, not baby clothes!” Being five feet tall and very slender made for constant awkward moments whenever they were near girls’ clothes, since she could easily fit a girls’ 14, and routinely wore girls’ size 12 jeans because of how tiny her ass was.
“Well then by all means, let’s go shopping!” Daddy playfully swatted her on the bottom, redirecting her attention right back to the thick padding hidden underneath those clothes. No girls’ size 12 jeans were fitting over her current underwear, that was for certain. She blushed deeply as they began to make their way through the crowds, his hand on the small of her back.
They didn’t go straight to Macy’s, though. They wound up stopping at Justice, where she found the absolute cutest little headband with a cluster of pink flowers over the top. And they stopped at Hallmark, to look at their little ornament offerings. There were lots of adorable ones there, and she would have bought them all just because they were so cute, but nothing really said “Daddy and babygirl,” especially not for this, their first Christmas together. They stopped at Bath and Body Works too, just because she loved smelling all the smells, not to mention watching Daddy cringe at all the smells. Lobbying for a rather expensive gift pack got her what she really wanted, which was a bottle of “Sea Foam Cotton” scented body wash she’d been lusting after for weeks.
Then the inevitable happened. She had to pee. She was sure this little shopping trip would be done and over before she had to face this. The worst part was, her body almost betrayed her right away, as relaxed as she’d become wearing diapers and wetting them over those few months. But she couldn’t do that, not here! People would see! They’d know she was peeing herself! Everyone would know! And what if it leaked?! She’d be mortified! Everyone in the mall would laugh at her, with pee in her socks! She froze stock-still right at the entrance to Macy’s, feeling the heat fill her face, and her knees buckled in not very subtle fashion.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Daddy whispered.
“I gotta go pee, Daddy!” she whispered back, her voice trembling.
“So what’s stopping you?”
“I don’t wanna do it here! Everyone will see!”
“Everyone will see right through your overcoat and under your dress and watch you pee in your pampers?”
“No, they’ll see my potty-face, and they’ll know what I’m doing!”
“And you really think all these people are going to stop and pay attention to you instead of worrying about what they’re here to do, which is go Christmas shopping? Close enough attention to recognize that someone they’ve never met looks like she might be going tinkle in the middle of the store instead of the bathroom?”
“No, but…”
“But you’re just being silly, then. Come on, let’s go find a pretty ornament for the tree.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him in a side hug, kissing her forehead.
And that was that. Daddy had issued the verdict, and she knew making a scene would be far more humiliating here and now, not to mention painful later over Daddy’s knee, than what was about to happen. They moved through the store, him setting a brisk pace that forced her to abandon any attempt to clench. Within minutes she was leaking, and the heat rose up into her face as she stared at the escalator stairs in front of her. They stepped on, and she finished her business, the swollen warm mass between her legs simultaneously comforting and teasing her. She wanted a change. Even at home, she hated sitting in a wet diaper very long. Didn’t matter how meticulous Daddy was about putting cream and powder down there to make her feel dry, that was still her pee, and it was still wrapped around her waist, and she wanted out of it. But a change now would mean trudging all the way back out to the truck in this cold weather, not to mention the mortal fear of some passerby catching a glimpse while Daddy changed her in the back of the truck. And there was no way Daddy was going to just let her take it off and dispose of it in the ladies’ room. Little girls needed to be wearing panties, that’s all there was to it.
And then she saw it. There, hanging on the fake tree set up in the Christmas department, she saw it. The most perfect ornament for their first Christmas together. She reached out and picked it up by the string. “Oh Daddy. It’s perfect…” Wet diaper was forgotten. Shame and embarrassment was forgotten. The crowd was forgotten. All else ceased to exist but her, and Daddy, and the perfect little ornament.
He smiled broadly and pulled her close to him. “It’s adorable. Just like you, babygirl. A perfect ornament for our first Christmas tree together. Good girl!”
Her toes curled involuntarily, and pleasant little electric shocks shuddered up and down her spine, as they always did when he said those two words…
Gina smiles as she hangs it on the tree, right at eye level, right in the front, right where it belongs. Their very first Christmas together, commemorated with a little girl, head full of blonde curls, snuggled up in a red blanket with white fur trim at the base of a beautiful Christmas tree. “Baby girl’s first Christmas,” it read on the placard below. She takes a long look at it, and a sigh escapes her lips. She reaches back down into the box…
