Chapter Eighteen

Ella's POV:

Last night, last night was something for sure, I knew I was a sexual little, but I never thought they could take such good care of me, the whole thing was taken from one of my wet daydreams. I didn't slip back afterward, I stayed big for the rest of the day and still they respected big Ella. I watched shows, tried some big girls' clothes with Kennedy, well I did keep calling her Mommy but still. She tried putting make-up on me, teaching me some new tricks and looks for when needed.

I loved having big girls time with her, for dinner today, I wasn't strapped to my chair, as usual, instead, I sat next to Daddy and ate with a real fork and knife, Daddy still wiped my face. After our dinner, I took a bath alone this time, I had to clean myself. They did offer to come in and wash me but I told them I'm good, and I can do it on my own.

After my bath, I moved to bed next, on this Mommy wouldn't budge, she said I'll have to wear my usual diaper, what if little Ella had an accident at night. I let her diaper me and put me in a hello kitty PJ set, I wasn't about to sleep in a crib while in big girl head space, instead, I slept with them, Daddy did make some jokes about having both girls in his bed but Mommy hit him on the shoulder telling him it's still early for this kind of things, I was grateful.

I slept happily tucked in both their hands, but woke up in my little head space, I had this smile on my face, I moved to sit on Daddy's chest. I poked his eyes, his nose, ears, everywhere trying to get him to wake up.

"Good morning little one," he says to me with both eyes closed, how did he know I'm in my little head space, Daddy got powers. I stayed on his chest trying to see how wide his eyes can open when he had enough and got out of the bed with me in his hands, he set me next to Mommy and went to the bathroom.

I moved to wake her up, I wondered if she had any milky for me, I got closer to Mommy and sucked on her shirt, leaving a wet spot there, but no milky came out.

"What are you up to little one?" Mommy asks sitting up in the bed.

"Milky," I say with a big pout. She just smiles at me before pulling her shirt off before offering me her naked nipple. This time I did get my milky.

"Someone is small today," I heard Daddy say.

"Shh, I love when she's this small," Mommy replies, making me smile.

She pulled me off her after a while and gave me a pace to shut my things down, she moved me to the changing table in my room. Thank God, I had a thick diaper on. I did wet myself during the night. Mommy just cooed at me and got me clean. She dressed me in a dress today, with white tights underneath, she styled my hair with some bows in them and finally added my shoes.

We moved down to the kitchen for breakfast already made by Ms. Stone.

"Mommy. What we gonna do today?" I ask her, after finishing my food and sitting like a good girl waiting for them to be done.

"Today, my baby, Daddy needs to go to work. But you and me, we'll have a great day," Mommy says. I smiled wide at her even though I'm not sure what exactly that means we will be doing. Again, I whined when my face and hands had to be cleaned.

She carried me next to her office, this is the first time I made it here, she had a playpen in here, along with tons of toys in it just for me. I looked up at Mommy with a whine not ready to get in there and be locked there the whole day.

"Mommy, no wanna!" I said in a whine voice. "We go out n play! Park!" I suggested wanting to run around and play instead of being hooked up in a play pen all day.

"No park, baby. Mommy needs to work. Ella will play nicely here," she says, her voice filled with an unread warning.

I pout some but get her warning and stare at my toys in the playpen with me as I try to decide what I wanna play with, I pick the blocks first. I played quietly most of the day, the playpen wasn't that bad after all. Mommy would check on me every now and then, she'd look up from her desk and smile. She even called me an angel for being such a well-behaved baby.

When we both were getting hungry, she picked me up and we went to the kitchen for lunch and snacks. I even asked for some candy or cookies.

"No, baby, no more cookies. You've already had two," she says. Only two, she means. Only two cookies! That was hardly fair.

"That no fair, Mommy! I been a good girl! Please," I said, trying to stay good, but I didn't like the no more cookies.

"No, Ella, and that's final," she says in her mean Mommy's voice. "Let's go put you down for a nap."

I pout and start squirming in her arms. I don't want to go to sleep. I'm not tired. "No wanna," I whine. "Not tired."