ELEVEN
I stare at Daddy, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out.
Shit.
I should not have told him. Why couldn’t I keep it to myself? Why did I have to be such a big mouth and tell him everything?
“Is that so?” Daddy asks.
I nod. “I don’t want to be naked. It’s not normal.”
“It’s normal on our planet, so that is how you are going to be. You can wear a diaper. Unless it starts to get colder, I may put a shirt on you when we go out. But when we are in the apartment, you will only wear a diaper,” Daddy explains. “Sometimes you may not even wear a diaper and will be naked.”
My eyes go wide, and I shake my head. “You can’t do that!”
“I can, and I will if I want to. I like seeing your breasts hanging there for me to look at. When you walk on all fours, I get to see them swinging back and forth.” Daddy’s voice drops an octave.
“But—”
Daddy shakes his head. “No buts. I have the final say in this matter. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“But it’s wrong,” I mutter.
“How is it wrong?” he asks.
“I’m on display. We were never allowed to do that in the space station. We always had to cover up. It’s wrong to show off your body,” I tell him.
“You aren’t on the space station anymore. You are on Venkoria, and the rules are different here,” he gently says, cupping my face with his hands.
It isn’t different than on the space station. There are human women here as well, and they will see me.
“I can’t have anyone else looking at me like this.” My voice is full of panic.
“Why not?” Daddy asks.
I pull my face out of his hands and climb off his lap. I hiss as my bottom makes contact with the ground. I’m fully on display, and I don’t like it. For him to see so much of me.
Vulnerable.
Flaws.
He sees everything as he looks at me. I can’t do this. I need to cover myself, or else I’m going to have some type of breakdown, and it’s not going to be pretty.
“Little pet,” he gently says as he stands.
I hold my hand up and shake my head once again before I crawl to the window and grab the blanket. Without thinking, I wrap it around myself and ignore Daddy.
How can he say that it’s okay for me to be naked in front of everyone? Does he not understand that you should cover yourself up so people don’t look at you?
“Leah,” he gently begins.
“No,” I whisper, sounding broken.
“You’re okay.”
I shake my head. I’m not okay. There is so much happening right now, and I can’t fully process it all. He caught me lying and punished me for it. He actually went through with it. And nowhe’s telling me that I don’t get to wear any clothes when we go out of the apartment or even in the apartment?
I can’t do it.
