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She’d probably been a child, so young she couldn’t even remember.

And now, on their first real date, Dax was here, just staring at her, waiting for her to pee. It was so awkward.

She willed him to look away, but when he didn’t, she did.

Staring down at the tile floor, she tried to relax. She really did need to go potty and she’d much rather use the toilet than wet her pull-up, especially if they were gonna be out for a bit, but this was weird.

“Pretend I’m not here,” Dax said, reaching behind him to run the faucet of the tub at a low stream.

As soon as she heard the water, Tessa felt her body relax, her bladder untightening, and drawing a deep breath, she let loose a stream of pee into the toilet that lasted far longer than she wanted it to.

As soon as it stopped, Dax shut off the water, and came over to her. Reaching for the toilet paper, he tore off several sheets, and wadded it into a bunch. Then, to her surprise, instead of handing it to her, he lifted her from the toilet and nudged her legs far enough apart that he could reach between them and wipe her pussy.

That was the weirdest, but it was also kind of sweet. He tossed the wet paper into the toilet and grabbed another bunch, using it to pat her dry.

“Don’t forget to flush!” he sang.

As she did that, he grabbed her discarded pull up and held it out, letting her use his body for balance as she stepped into it.

“Good girl, Tessa,” he praised, as he pulled the diaper cover over it.

It felt strangely good to be praised for something she did every day, something she had to do, but she figured she’d get used to it.

“Time to wash our hands!”

Just as he’d helped her to the toilet, he helped her to the sink and held her up in front of it like she wouldn’t be able to reach by herself, even though she obviously could.

It felt weird to be washing her hands while suspended off the ground, but also kinda nice. She took extra time making sure her hands were super clean and dried them with the hand towel next to the sink.

“All done!”

“Good girl. Okay, I think that means it’s shopping time. Remember, Daddy Beau just wants to make sure you feel comfortable in this space and always have what you need. He might go a little overboard but try not to give him a hard time.”

Tessa wiggled in place with her feet firmly on the ground. “I don’t need lotsa things,” she whined. “He doesn’t hafta spend money on me. And I don’t needta go shoppin’! Can’t he just do it later when I’m not here?”

“He could, we could, but do you know what? Shopping with someone is a great way to learn a lot about them in a short amount of time, and Daddy Beau is really good at that. Actually, so am I. Shopping is a big part of our job.”

Tessa frowned. She hadn’t thought about it that way, and it made a lot of sense. “Okay,” she agreed. “But please don’t let him go too overboard.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Chapter Seven

Dax

You take the lead on the shopping trip and I’ll buy.

That was the text he’d gotten from Beau while Tessa was sitting on the toilet.

It was a lot of pressure, and knowing how Tessa felt about it, he wasn’t super pleased with having that part foisted off on him, but he knew it made sense.

Beau was counting on Dax being able to loosen her up and make it fun. In the past, when their business had been smaller and their jobs more residential homes than sprawling resorts, Dax did that all the time with clients and it would be even easier with a sweet Little like Tessa.

The difference of course was that a client was spending their own money for a design and Tessa would be spending theirs so she had big feelings about it.

But his talk with her in the bathroom seemed to help, as did the fact that the list they started with was practical. By the time they reached the discount department store she had insisted on, she was in a much better mood.

“I’ll push,” she announced, grabbing a cart from the rack and heading into the store with a determined look on her face.