Sorry, I thought I would start a whole new story with the mommy called Chloe and the AB called Beccy. I didn't mean to confuse you sorry again. I hope you stick with the new adventure, as Beccy and her mommy return to their home after the trip to Chloe's parents in Wales.
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I always hated the drive home to London from Wales. I snoozed a lot in the back of the Lexus as mommy drove on the motorway. We stopped for coffee and a diaper change only once, so my diaper was stinky when we finally got home.
I lay on my back in the sunny nursery as mommy got a fresh diaper ready. After changing, I was washed and put in a clean romper dress with unicorn details. I was not too tired as I had slept most of the way in the Lexus.
''Mommy read me a story. Please, mommy.''
''Well, sweetpea, what story would you like? How about this one. It is called 'Princess of Dreams: The School Prom'. Do you know what a prom is, honey?''
''No mommy. What is it?''
''Well, when you are about 18 years old. They hold a party at the High
School. It's a lot for you to understand, sweetheart. Snuggle wuggle up and I will read, ok?''
''In the land of the Gynarchy, long ago, lived a beautiful princess......''
I was asleep very quickly and woke with a start the next morning. The sun shone in the bedroom, and I could hear a new voice downstairs. It was a man's voice, and I didn't recognize it at all. I am scared of men generally. They are so big, with deep scary voices and funny man smells. I am used to my mommy and my friends at nursery and my grammy, so I don't know many men. They always seem cross or look longingly at mommy. I am told that my little clit may, one day, become something that these big scary men possess. Anyways, that is what Amanda st nursery told me. I really don't understand, I am a girl after all. I thought I would have what mommy has; I am confused.
After a while mommy came up to the nursery bedroom and got me up and dressed. ''There you are! There's my sweet baby.''
When she took me downstairs, I was shocked to see a very big, very loud, very handsome man. He seemed at home and smiled at me as he said (in his deep, dark, scary voice). ''She is so sweet, Chloe, what's her name?''
''Why, kind sir, this is my precious AB girl, Beccy. Say 'Hi Jim' darling.''
''Hi Jim.''
''Aww, she is a bit shy. Let's get you into your highchair and you can have some breakfast.''
They chatted happily as mommy fed me my 'organic creamed porridge'. I noticed that mommy giggled a lot at Jim's conversation, something she never does with me. The porridge was yummy, and I ate it all up like a good girl for mommy.
I didn't understand much but they talked about what they were going to do next week and the possibilities of a trip to New York next year. I don't understand how this works, but mommy seemed to be planning outings with Jim, without me too. It's funny how different mommy is with a real man, with a real deep voice and strong muscles and a working man clit. My clit is totally redundant, in fact I don't really remember what it was used for.
''That was a delicious omelet, darling. Thanks for a lovely date. You are my gorgeous lawyer girl. I've got to go to work now, so see you later. Bye, bye, Beccy. Nice to meet you, hope to see you soon.''
There was a flurry of activity as Jim gathered his blazer and his briefcase and headed for the door, and his waiting Jaguar car. Mommy quickly followed him, and they kissed long and sweet by the front door. When mommy came back in, she was flushed and was smiling widely.
''Jim is such a nice man, honey, hope you will get to like him.''
At this I burst into tears. Mommy quickly came round to the highchair and scooped me up into her arms.
''Aww, sweet baby. Don't cry, I love you best of all. You are my good girl. Come now let us sit on the couch and you can suc-k on my titties.''
I was soon comforted. I am not sure why I cried, but I was scared the big, scary man would take over our lovely girlie world. I didn't want that at all. Men are very scary, and I must say I do not like them at all, or little boys at nursery for that matter. I much prefer other AB's or real girls, with perfumed hair and pretty smiles, who plait my long blonde hair and play skipping games with me.
Jim has been around a long time now; I still don't like him. Mommy likes him a lot though, and I guess that is what matter.
''Try to like Jim, babe. He is a good man. He treats you well too, doesn't he? It looks like he may be around for quite some time, maybe even permanently. It will all be fine, just wait and see. Now, let me see that pretty smile of yours, good girl Becy babe.''
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Hope you enjoyed the tale, cuddles. Sorry I lost you, though.
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