“That’s right.”
I start to fidget. “Isn’t it for…uh…babies?”
He wiggles his brows. “Yep.”
My bottom lip trembles. “I’m not a baby,” I point out.
“You are for the next three months.”
My eyes pop wide, and I suck in a breath. “Three months?” That’s the entire summer.
He nods. “I rented a house. It’s not far from where Anabel and Anthony live. You’ll be able to see your friend often.”
That part makes me excited. I haven’t seen Anabel in person since she and her Daddy moved to the island. Since Anabel decided to lower her age play to an infant. Or maybe it was Anthony who made the decision. Either way, she had to have agreed.
Daddy gives me another squeeze. “Don’t panic, baby girl. I told you there were going to be some drastic changes. I meant it. We’re going to spend the summer in a nice rental home on an island where you can fully regress. I’ve heard it’s an amazingexperience for Littles. It will help you let go of all your worries, relax, and rejuvenate. By the end of the summer, you’ll be a new person.”
My lip is really trembling now. “I don’t know if I like this, Daddy.”
He rubs my bare thigh. “It takes some time to adjust, but I promise you’ll do fine.”
I don’t have his faith. “I don’t want to be that young, Daddy.” I squirm on his lap, wondering if it’s too late to get off the ferry.
Just then, the whistle blows, and the ferry pulls away from the dock.
For some reason, this makes me start crying.
Daddy hugs me close and rocks me back and forth, stroking my hair. He doesn’t say anything for a long time. He just lets me silently cry until I finally manage to rein in my nerves.
Daddy tips my chin back and kisses my forehead. “Feel better?”
I shake my head.
He smiles. “You will. Trust me. The island will be good for you. You’ve needed structure for months now. It’s time for you to let go and let Daddy be in charge. You’ve been manipulating Daddy for weeks, gradually getting worse. Littles are not permitted to be that defiant on Regression Island. People will look at you strangely if you behave like a brat.”
“But I don’t think I’m going to like this, Daddy.” My voice is a bit whiney.
“What has you so nervous?”
I’m shaking as I meet his gaze. “Will I have to wear diapers?”
“Yes. That’s part of the experience.”
Silent tears fall once more as I try to picture this place where all the Littles are regressed to infants.
“Trust me, baby girl. The entire experience will be so fulfilling that by the end of the summer, you’ll be happier than you’ve ever been.”
I don’t believe him, but I don’t argue further as we move across the water. I can see the island in the distance. My summer prison.
Perhaps I’m overreacting. After all, Anabel loves her life here. Maybe I should give it a chance. I don’t have any other option, so I might as well stop panicking and try to embrace my new fate.
Chapter Three
I’m surprised when we arrive on the island and Daddy leads me to a golf cart that has a sign on it with Daddy’s name. Bentley Harbron. The keys are in the ignition, and I realize he’s previously rented it. “No car?” I ask.
“There are no cars on the island, Little one.” He lifts me onto the passenger seat and buckles me in. Can’t say I’ve ever worn a seatbelt on a golf cart, but it would seem I’m going to today.
I glance around as other Littles approach the rows of golf carts. Most of the golf carts have adult-sized car seats on the back seat, and I squirm as I watch several Daddies strap their Littles into a five-point harness. A lot of them have diapers on. I assume they either live here, or they’ve been here before. Or maybe they live as infants on the mainland too.
