Little Journey -- (Author) lolabunny

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Author: lolabunny
Timestamp: Sep 7, 2024 at 6:02 AM
Content: Paisley, a 19-year-old girl who is short for her age and very attentive, has long black hair. She has always tried to be responsible and get good grades. Her home life, however, was a whole different story. Her parents, Bob and Ester, Bob was an airline pilot and her mother was a home blogger but had previously been a lawyer, were extremely authoritarian and controlling, which made their relationship not the best. Paisley rarely felt comfortable being herself and tended to avoid conflicts at home.
That Thursday night, Paisley was excited to start her summer vacation. Tomorrow was the last day of school. She was lying on her bed, dreaming about the trips and stays at friends' houses that she was about to take. Paisley had few friends, but that didn't stop her from making the most of her vacation. She liked spending time at friends' houses as a way to escape the pressure at home.

While Paisley daydreamed, her mother, Ester, sat at her computer in the next room. She was browsing through photos from Paisley's childhood, reminiscing about the times when her daughter was just a "little girl." Ester stared at one photo in particular, where Paisley looked like she was just two years old. She was wearing a pink butterfly onesie, with the buttons undone and a poopy diaper on display. Esther called her husband, Ben, who was playing Pokémon Go in the next room:

“Honey, I need your opinion on
something,” she said. Ben responded while playing the game on his phone “Sure, honey, what do you need?” Ester replied, "It's about our little sweetie. She was so cute. Look at this picture of her with a poopy diaper. I want my baby to be my little girl again." As she spoke, Ester couldn't take her eyes off the picture, as if she was mesmerized by Paisley's innocence and purity as a child.

Ester, who had always been successful in everything she did, decided to open a channel about housewives, a subject she really liked, but she wanted to stand out from the other motherhood channels that dominated the internet and were always trending. She believed that with this content her channel could take off and take off more. When Ben heard Ester's idea to turn Paisley back into a "little girl," he was a little confused:

"What do you mean, back into a little girl?" he asked, while still playing Pokémon Go. Ester responded enthusiastically, “She’s going to be a baby again. Wearing diapers, talking badly, being held, fed, dressed, and cared for by us.” She showed Ben several examples of parents who had done the same thing with their children and said it had been successful for them. However, what Ester didn’t tell Ben was that in most cases, forcing children back into diapers was humiliating, which could be a difficult and uncomfortable experience for Paisley.

Ben thought about the idea for a moment and then said:

"I think this might be interesting for you, honey. You didn't enjoy her childhood because of work, but this new childhood period might be good." Esther smiled and hugged Ben, kissing him on the cheek. She was determined to make this change in Paisley's life, no matter how hard it was. "We'll start shopping this weekend," she said, a twinkle in her eye. "And from now on, I'm going to treat her more childishly."

Author note:

end explain my disappearance I'm posting little because I lost my Ko-fi it's about reviewing NSFW content that gave me some money but I'm waiting if I'll have to open another Ko-fi I hope not but I'll come back with force but story

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Author: lolabunny
Timestamp: Sep 22, 2024 at 6:01 AM
Content: The sun was just beginning to rise over the horizon when Ester woke up, full of energy and enthusiasm. It was Paisley’s last day of school, and it marked the beginning of a new chapter that she herself was eager to write. The house was silent, and this moment of peace inspired her to prepare something special. Ester went down to the kitchen, took the ingredients out of the refrigerator, and began to prepare a delicious breakfast: crispy, golden waffles, perfectly fried bacon slices, and fresh orange juice. The smells soon filled the house, creating a comforting, almost festive aroma.

As she carefully set the table, decorating it with small flowers that she had picked from the garden, Ester glanced at the clock. It was almost time to wake Paisley. She walked up the stairs with firm but gentle steps, ready to wake her daughter in a special way. When she opened the door to Paisley's room, she found a typical teenage scene: the room was a jumble of open notebooks, notes scattered across the table, clothes thrown over the chair, and math worksheets piled up in a corner. Ester looked at all this with a calm expression, but inside her thoughts were running in another direction. **Soon these math sheets will be replaced by dolls, coloring pages, and building blocks**, she thought with a touch of satisfaction. She approached Paisley's bed, where the teenager was sleeping soundly, still caught up in the dreams of a life full of independence and freedom that she imagined for the summer. Ester leaned over gently, stroking Paisley's shoulder. "Good morning, honey. Time to wake up," she whispered affectionately. At first, Paisley just shifted, burying her face deeper in the pillow. Ester continued to insist softly, until Paisley, still a little groggy, blinked and saw her mother. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Ester said with a calm smile, but there was something deeper behind her voice. "It's your last day of school. Shall we have breakfast?"

Paisley stretched slowly, without suspecting anything, and got out of bed with a certain laziness. She was wearing her favorite pajamas, a unicorn set that gave her a sweet and childish appearance. Still half asleep, she followed Ester downstairs, where the delicious smell of waffles and bacon soon awakened all her senses.

They sat at the table and started breakfast. Paisley devoured her food with gusto, while Ester watched her closely, as if analyzing her every move. **My little girl is going to rediscover the pleasure of being cared for**, Ester thought with growing satisfaction. **She just doesn't know it yet**.

When they finished, Paisley thanked her mother for the coffee and went upstairs to change for school. However, when she got to her room, she noticed something strange. Her mother followed her there, something unusual in her morning routine. Paisley stopped in front of the closet, ready to choose her outfit, but Ester quickly took the lead.

"Let me choose today, dear," Ester said, with a softness that left no room for argument.

Paisley was a little confused, but she didn't want to contradict her mother so early in the morning. She stepped back a little and watched as Ester rummaged through the clothes hanging in the closet. After a few seconds, Ester pulled out an outfit that caught her eye: a light pink pleated skirt that barely reached her knees, and a white blouse with a delicate bow at the collar. To top it off, Ester picked out a pair of white flats with small sparkly details. The outfit, as pretty as it was, reminded her of something an eight-year-old would wear, not a 16-year-old about to graduate from high school.

"How do you like this outfit?" Ester asked, with a smile that hid her intentions.

Paisley looked embarrassed, her cheeks blushing slightly. "I... think it's a bit childish, Mom," she said shyly as her mother began to unfold the clothes on the bed.

"Oh, you're going to look beautiful," Ester said, ignoring the comment. Without giving her time for further protests, she began to help Paisley dress.

Paisley felt even more uncomfortable as her mother helped her put on her blouse and then adjusted the pleated skirt at her waist. It was an unusual situation; she wasn't used to being dressed, and her mother's proximity made her feel strangely childish.

As she adjusted Paisley's outfit, Ester smiled to herself inwardly. **This shyness will soon pass. In no time, she'll get used to being helped to dress herself... and that will only be the beginning. Soon, she won't feel embarrassed even when I or someone else has to change her diaper in public. Oh, and lucky for her, she still fits into baby diapers, which makes everything easier.** With the outfit chosen and her daughter ready, Ester stepped back, watching Paisley with admiration. Paisley, still embarrassed, looked in the mirror and saw a version of herself that did not correspond to what she wanted for that special day. But, as always, she swallowed her doubts and went downstairs ready to face the last day of school, without knowing that, for Ester, this would be the first step towards something much bigger.

Ester was excited about the new life that would begin on Sunday. The idea of transforming Paisley into her “little girl” excited her, and she couldn’t wait to share this journey with her followers. As soon as she had a free moment, Ester decided to record a video for her channel, explaining what was to come. With an infectious smile, she talked about the changes she had planned for her daughter and how this would bring a new dynamic to the family.

“Hi, everyone! I’m super excited to share with you what’s coming up in the next videos!” Ester began, her voice full of enthusiasm. “Starting this Sunday, I’m going to show you how I’m helping my daughter rediscover her childhood. We’re going to have lots of fun activities, like crafts, games, and even a few surprises! Stay tuned!”

As she spoke, the comments started to appear. Most of the messages were positive, but one follower left a message that caught Ester’s attention: “Maybe you should think of ways to make it easier for Paisley to accept you. It might be hard for her at first.” Ester jotted down the idea, thinking about how she could implement it into her approach.

Meanwhile, at school, Paisley was sitting at the cafeteria table, eating her snack with her three best friends: Meg, May, and Sarah. The girls were excited, talking about the trips they planned to take over the summer. The mood was light and fun, and Paisley was grateful to have such close friends.

“So, Paisley, where are you going for the summer?” May asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“I don’t know, my dad hasn’t decided if he’s going to fly yet,” Paisley replied, a little hesitantly. She didn’t like talking about her mother, Ester. While many would think that having a successful lawyer mother who handled celebrities was amazing, the truth was that it made it hard to know whether people were actually your friends or just interested in getting close to someone who had access to a glamorous world.

As the girls continued to chat about their travels, Paisley lost herself in her own thoughts. She knew her mother was a brilliant lawyer, always busy with cases of celebrities who had gotten into trouble. Ester was known for her problem-solving skills, but this also meant that Paisley often felt like she was living in the shadow of her mother’s fame.

“You’re not going to believe this, but May is going to the beach with her family!” Sarah exclaimed, pulling Paisley back into the conversation.

“That’s amazing!” Paisley said, trying to cheer herself up. “I would love to go to the beach.”

“You should ask your mom if you can go too!” Meg suggested with a smile.

Paisley hesitated. "Yeah, but... I don't know if she'll want to. She's always so busy with work."

Author note:

Exam week so I didn't have time but I'll continue with all the stories exclusive content I want to bring more, if you have any good platform to recommend I'm listening what you think of Ester will have her little one