What had his mother done that it turned his grandmother into a nut case?
Had she always been crazy?
“We’ll have to see.” Kissing his head, I tried to keep my tone light and teasing. “But first we need to get your stuff so I can take you on a date.”
Theyou’re a silly goosekind of tone got another giggle from him and seemed to keep him lighter as he pulled away and bounced over to the closet. “Do you think I’ll like regular dresses or just the cute playtime kind?”
Well, as far as a change of topic it was a good one.
“I don’t know.” What did he mean by regular dresses? “I know I want to explore finding some boy outfits for you. We need variety once in a while.”
That got another laugh from him, but he focused on pulling out clothes to bring with him. “You like variety.”
He found something about that to be very funny.
“When I think about having a doll to play with once in a while my thoughts go toward feminine and playful and cute. However, you are not a part-time doll. You’re my boy and you belong to me so that means I have to think broader.” It was entirely possible I hadn’t really assumed I’d find a full-time partner.
But I had.
“I never thought about being cute or owned, so I need to think too.” Cece frowned at the jeans he was holding up. “A lot of people wear these.”
But he didn’t want to?
“A lot of people wear other things, though.” What would he like? “Are they annoying against your skin or do they just have the wrong personality?”
“Oh.” His frown shifted toward the adorable as he laid the pants on the end of the bed like he’d never seen jeans before. “I hadn’t thought about the issue like that.”
So I obviously needed to be patient as he mulled it over.
I wasn’t good at being still and quiet, though, so I went over to his dresser and pulled out a couple of boringly manly briefs and socks that would go with whatever he took out of the closet…because it all kind of went together like a casserole at dinner.
My best guess was that he’d either picked up his entire current wardrobe in one trip or he’d been patterning it off someone else. He looked a bit like a generic college student most of the time which really didn’t fit his personality. I just couldn’t decide why.
Cece was considering a lot of different things as he picked out a few more outfits and started setting other things on the bed. It was all things like shoes and practical bits like an extra charger for his phone.
Just when I started to wonder if I’d sound crazy asking questions, he proved that nothing I asked would be crazy.
He pulled a fucking e-reader out from under his mattress…and yep…his prostate massager.
“I think I’m going to use these more at the other house.” Setting them on his pile gave me a moment to get my face under control before he looked over at me again. “I’m sleeping at the other house, right?”
“Yes.” Finders keepers. “You belong to me.”
His nod was adorable but the serious expression just made me want to bend him over the bed and claim him right there. “That’s what I thought.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page about that.” I’d just have to figure out how to get him moved out of the horror movie set sooner rather than later. “Now we can move to being on the same page about lunch.”
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“I have questions about your art, but I don’t know what kind of questions are offensive in real life.” My boy’s brain was the most interesting place. “So I need you to give me some parameters for that.”
Okay, what had he said and what had he meant?
Real life?
“Was an artist in a book you read offended by the questions he was asked?” His nod made his worries clearer. “I’m guessing the big issues were about money and being a real artist?”
His whole face lit up. “You really are smarter than other Doms.”
