Loved and appreciated.
Well, people who liked regular dolls really loved them and were passionate about them. I’d seen collectors online and there were conventions for that kind of stuff. That hadn’t been the information I’d been looking for when I’d been trying to understand his kink, but it’d been interesting.
“Owner has a friend here who’s a sculptor artist guy and he likes dressing up his dolls in more everyday kind of costumes. He might want to play with a babydoll one day or a naughty doll the next.” Emerson sighed but I wasn’t sure why. “It’s evidently hard to find a doll who wants to explore so many different scenes.”
Why?
“Why?” Thankfully, Ian asked that because I wasn’t sure I should even though I didn’t know why. My social skills were terrible but the ones I had weren’t prepared to handle the men from Leashes & Lace. “You like playing all kinds of dress-up games.”
Emerson was fairly obvious about that even if he thought he was being discreet online, so I thought it was a reasonable question.
Emerson shrugged. “Good dolls are hard to find.”
Really?
“Which is why we need to keep an open mind and explain the benefits to new subs who are exploring their interests.” For some reason his comment had them all looking at me. “It would be a good way to test out different types of play.”
What?
They were still looking at me.
“Um…why did you guys come over to talk to me?” I probably should’ve asked that question to begin with but they were really distracting. “I already explained I’m not a stalker. I’m just curious and you’re…interesting.”
And pretty.
And fascinating.
And they always had so much fun.
“We don’t need to rehash the definition of stalking.” Lane waved that idea away, but we all knew why, so we let him. I knew that part about polite even if I was sketchy about other aspects of it. “We came to say hello and meet you formally because it’s clear you need…guidance.”
“Or you’re going to end up arrested.” Kenton rolled his eyes. “You’re too cute for jail.”
“Thank you?” That’d been a compliment, right? “Um, I didn’t do anything illegal.”
I’d double-checked.
“You guys just post everything about your life online and it’s interesting. I’ve never met anyone like you, so I just wantedto see if it was true.” It was and they were downplaying their ridiculousness. “I wasn’t going to talk to you. That’d be rude.”
And I really didn’t want to ruin my image of them by seeing them screaming at me.
Well, Eli could scream at me…that might be hot…or scary…or both?
“I’m not sure if that makes the situation more creepy or less creepy.” Ian went back to studying me before he glanced around the table.
It must’ve been some kind of signal to them because the rest started slowly nodding like they could read minds.
Could they do that?
Nothing they did would surprise me anymore, so I should probably be open-minded about the idea. But I wasn’t sure I wanted them reading my mind…did anyone make stylish tinfoil hats?
“We’ll figure this out.” Kenton sat straighter, somehow becoming the spokesperson for the group. “I’m voting Master and lingerie, but I’m not sold on him being an isolationist about it. He looks curious enough that he’s going to want to explore other things.”
“I’ll agree with you on the exploring part but wouldn’t he be cute dressed up in a diaper and a onesie?” Ian’s smile had me reminding myself we were in a coffee shop so he couldn’t talk me into actually doing anything weird.
“He’d look cute dressed up in a lot of things.” Lane leaned against the table and rested his head in his hands. “Do you think Wilder would want to sketch him when he’s dressed up?”
Oh dear.
