A Little's Dream (Story)

[MusicChicaMia]

Okay, so a bit of reference before I start writing the actual story/dream. I have very, VERY, vivid dreams and my good memory makes them seem even more vivid. There might be a bit of tweaking, but that's just for plot flow sakes, also I might make it a continuous story, who knows. Other than that everything is something that either happened in the dream or it was something that I mentally knew of happening in the dream. Hope you enjoy. 

Also, I do apologize if there might be anything triggering for some of you "viewers". (Just saying this because sometimes if not most I'm unaware of saying some triggering things). I would also like to point out that if some of this information is wrong, again, it was all a dream, to begin with so obviously a lot of the details are fuzzy or they just came out of my ass lol. Other than that hope you enjoy.

 

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Part One:

 

I'm sitting in my room one afternoon on my laptop just browsing through some stuff on the internet when I come across a page that says "Feeling lost and need time to feel little again? We might be able to help." This caught my interest, so I proceeded to venture onto the web page. The page opens up to a color scheme filled with pastel colors, mainly blues, pinks, and yellows. The thought of an old meme comes to my mind and sings "Green is not a creative color" as I make this observation. I continue to read through the website and come to find that it's a DDLG Daycare.

 

I have heard a few of my online friends talk about these sort of things, as well as read about them on Wattpad or see videos of them on Youtube. At first, I begin to think that it is something that isn't even close to me, probably on the other side of the state or with my luck on the other side of the country. That is until I notice the words "Metro Detroit Area" typed in black against the pastel colors on the locations page. Apparently, this Daycare has a lot of locations and is all together this big company to help littles and caregivers across the nation feel comfortable with this lifestyle as well as help them understand it more. 

 

My heart stops as I stare at the location of the nearest Daycare. It's in Waren, that's about a half hour to forty-five minutes away from my house. I cover my mouth as to not make a sound. My biological parents are in the other room and I need to not draw attention to myself. They don't know that I'm into this sort of thing and I'm planning to keep it that way. Only a few of my close in real life friends now about it, and though they tease me for it, I know that they still accept me for who I am. And let's be honest here, explaining this to your parents is like explaining how you spilled bleach on your mother or older sister's favorite red dress or shirt by trying to force your girlfriend to drink bleach as a joke and you two go into a fight and the bleach ended up in the wash and once she left you ran the wash. Anyhow, you get my point. It's really difficult and there could be a lot of misunderstandings and awkwardness between you and your parent(s). 

 

I notice that the Daycare is a non-profit but you do have to pay to use it. "Okay, that's understandable," I think to myself. How else are they supposed to pay for the food, housing, and equipment to run it. I see that it's open 5 days a week, Monday through Friday. Great it works perfectly with my work schedule. I then see that it says that you don't have to go to every single day, but if you choose too there is a monthly pass that you can sign up for and pay for in one payment, other than making payments per day you visit. I smile and decide I'm going to check it out. 

 

The last sort of thing I checked out that was kind of like this was the monthly Wiccan meetings at my local library. The people there were a lot older than me and were obviously more experienced in it, but they accepted me and helped me gain more knowledge about the whole community and of some upcoming events in my state. I hoped there would be someone around my age or at least more than the 4 people, including myself, at this thing. I put in my phone the date and time the daycare opens on the day I get paid, next Tuesday. This works out good because Mondays and Tuesdays are my days off. I'm super excited for this and I can't wait to meet the people there. 

 

End of Part One

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Part Two:

 

I'm driving in my car down the expressway toward the Daycare center. It's about 12 pm and I know for a fact that I'm running late for when it opens. I'm not sure if we are allowed to show up at any time, being I did not contact the people who run it, but I know I wanted to get there and spend from open until close, or until I felt it was time, for me to leave. As I'm driving I'm listening to the radio which is hooked up to my phone. It's playing my "Little Girl Space" playlist from Spotify. The only issue is that I also have the Google Maps GPS thing playing on my phone as well, so when it tries to tell me directions it'll turn down my music some. If I'm jamming out but need to turn left, sorry, we're gonna stop the jam fest so you know to turn left. 

 

Speaking of turning left, I missed my turn. Shit. Thankfully my phone can reroute, right? Nope. We have to pull over and wait for it to reroute. Or I could always turn around. Nope, it's a one-way street can't do that. I pull over into the nearest stores entrance. "You have arrived at your destination." What? I look up at the building and see it says "The Littles' Place." 

 

"Oh hey... I guess this is it," I say and start to laugh. Guess I turned left at the right place, what are the odds. I look at the clock. It's 12:23 pm. "Crap," I say and grab my purse and backpack. My backpack has some of my own snacks and a change of clothes if I need it, I also brought my afghan blanket and my "Amour" pillow if I needed it. I quickly head inside locking my car behind me. It looks similar to a place I used to work at, or at least the front desk does. I see another little and smile at her. She seems shy and looks away from me. Her daddy looks like he's talking to a lady at the desk behind the counter wall. 

(http://vietdecoration.com/home/images/uploads/san_pham/quay-le-tan-05.jpg looks sort of like this).

 

I wait for them to finish their conversation and then I take my turn to head to the desk. "Hi," I say with a small smile. "Hello, dear. Can I see your photo id, please?" the lady says. I nod and hand her my driver's license. "Okay, you're at the age limit and in the right place. How can I assist you?" 

 

"I was wondering if I could check in for the day?" I ask, putting my license away that she handed back to me and pulling out my credit card. "I saw you guys online and got interested." The lady has platinum blonde hair and she looks to be in her mid-30s. She was wearing a casual floral pastel dress with lace sleeves and a pair of blue jeans, her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail but it was a tamed messy ponytail. 

 

She explains the process to me and then I pay for my one day. She says that they are open from 9 am to 10 pm (the website lied to me!) and that I can come at any time of the day as long as it's within those hours. If I have paid for the day already, either in advanced or I had to leave because of an emergency, or for any other reason and wish to come back during that same day, I can do so. 

 

She has me take a seat and I fill out some information about myself. Height, weight, some clothing sizes, sexual orientation, gender, sex, how long I've been involved in the community (I just put N/A for that), little age (if applicable) and so on and so forth. Once I hand her my paperwork I wait for her to open the door so I can enter the back room. 

 

I walk in and see a bunch of tables set up on one side of the room with some chairs. There's another area of the room where there's a bunch of books and a carpet, looks like a reading area. And then there's another back room. Wonder what that is, I think to myself. The door closes behind me while I look around the room. There are a few people who look around my age, others look older. I walk over to a table and sit down by myself. I feel like I'm back in elementary school a bit, but ya know, I don't know anyone. 

 

A short skinny girl with light skin and black hair that's in lopsided pigtails comes over to my table and smiles at me. "Hi!" she says and I smile back and wave. "How old are you?" she asks and smiles. I shrug, my little age shifts from the moods that I'm feeling and currently I'm not really sure how to feel. I had a mixture of scared, out of place and excited, but it portrayed on my face as a shy look. 

"Well, I'm 8! My real age is 20 though," she says with a smile and sits next to me. "My name is Kayla, what's yours?" 

"Mia," I say. "And I think I'm 8 too! Real age is 19," I giggle and so does she. 

"What's in the bag, Mia? You bring toys?" she asks. "Just a stuffy and some sleepy time stuff," I say pulling up my backpack onto the table. 

 

The door to the further back room opens and a man steps out. He looks like he's probably in his late twenties with blonde hair and tan skin. Kayla giggles as she plays with my blanket, putting her fingers in and out of the holes. I'm still watching the man as he walks across the room to what looks like a teacher's desk in front of the group of tables that most of the littles are at. There's currently 7 of us littles and I want to say maybe 2 caregivers plus this new person who just came into the room. So 10 people total in the room. 

 

"Earth to Mia? Have we lost contact?" I hear Kayla's voice next to me. 

 

"What?" I say and look back at her. I guess I was lost in my own world for a second. "What's this?" she asks. I guess I didn't realize she was going through my purse and pulled out some condoms that I kept in there. I knew I wasn't going to get anything soon but I kept them in there just in case and if a friend needed them. 

 

My face blushes when I see them in her hands and she's already pulled one out and is playing with it like a balloon. "It's really slimy, this is a weird balloon," she says and giggles. She knows what they are but I think she's just messing with me. 

"Give that back!" I say trying to grab it from her hands. A few other littles look over to us as I keep trying to get the condom out of her hands and into the trash. 

 

"Mia brought balloons, everyone!" Kayla yells. My face is so red I might as well be a cherry. I grab my purse back from her and hide behind my backpack. 

 

The man who had just came in walks over to us. I feel his presence as I'm hiding behind my backpack. I can see his face but I can tell when he speaks that he has a smirk on his face. "Kayla. What have we told you about going through the new littles' stuff?" 

 

"That it's bad..." she says with a pouty face. "Sorry, Aidan." She then stands and I assume she went to throw away the condom. 

 

"We usually don't allow that kind of stuff in here, miss," he says, his voice is now stern. I assume he's talking to me and I sit up to look at him. His blonde hair is covering his brown eyes slightly as he looks at me. 

 

"I forgot that I had them on me," I explained. Which was true, I just put them in my purse the one day and completely forgot about it until Kayla took them out. 

 

"Well, we won't have this conversation again, I assume?" he says putting his hand out. "Anymore?" 

I pull out the remaining two condoms and put them in his large hands. He walks away and puts them in the drawer of the desk where he was currently sitting at. I sit there watching him and take a deep breath. Kayla is back sitting next to me and smiles at me, "That's Aidan. He's in charge here," she says. Kayla pulls out her phone and smiles at me, "Give me your phone number. I know for sure that we're going to be great friends! Maybe you should bring more balloons with you next time. I like it when he gets me in trouble," she giggles. 

 

Welp, I can tell that Kayla is in the Brat category of littles. 

"I'd rather not make it a habit of getting in trouble," I say blushing and pull out from the desk drawer some coloring supplies and start to draw. 

 

Kayla groans, "Awww.. new best friend, you're no fun! Now give me your number so I know what days to come." I barely know this girl. She just got me in trouble and now she wants my number. Should I give it to her? I mean, she's the only person who came over to me to say hello. I guess I can consider her a friend. But again I barely know her. I notice that there are still some other littles staring at us. I give Kayla my number and smile at her, "Fineeeee." She claps her hands and smiles brightly. 

 

The door behind us opens and a boy around Kayla and I's age falls into the room, did he just trip over his shoelaces? He definitely has the little boy look to him. "Go make friends Damian," says a man behind him. "Okay, Daddy," says the boy who goes to the nearest table to the door, which just so happens to be Kayla and I's. 

 

Damian sits at our table and smiles shyly to us. Kayla is the first to throw out her hand. "Hello! I'm Kayla! And this is Mia!" she smiles brightly. I smile and waves to Damian. He nods to us and pulls out some crayons and colors. I frown cause I know that that's not what Kayla wanted from him. She's that type of person who wants to get to know everything about you in about 10 seconds and you better tell her everything in that time too. 

 

Kayla sits right next to him and smiles at him. "How old are you?" she asks and smiles. "Nine," he says keeping his head down and speaking quietly. Kayla's voice is so loud compared to his. "REALLY!? So old! I'm only 8! And so is Mia! I'm really 20 and she's 19," she says and giggles. 

 

Damian nods and keeps coloring. "What's your real age?" I ask with a soft gentle smile. 

 

He looks up at me, "23." Kayla and I both look at him with surprise. "WHAT?" we both say in unison. He chuckles, "I know... I look younger. It's the make-up," he says. I just now noticed the little bit of eye shadow and eyeliner he had on. 

 

Kayla smiles, "Can you do my make-up?" I giggle at the two littles in front of me. Damian seems to have broken out of his shell as he starts to talk about make-up. I'm sure I've just made two really great friends. 

 

End of Part Two

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I'll post Part 3 when I get time. I hope you all enjoy this.