Despite this new relationship that Christine had now found herself in, her week seemed to drag on with a pace of molasses. It was torturous. The normalcy of classes four days a week and all her spare time during the day filled with any shifts she could pick up at the coffee shop.

The only bright spots seemed to be at night when she would spend hours texting with Erik. He was like no one she had ever spoken with before. It seemed like every text he sent her was perfectly thought out. Sometimes she was convinced that she was being catfished.

The only new thing added to her routines were his simple rules. They were easy enough to remember and the texting wasn't particularly intrusive when the only places she ever really went were classes, work, and occasionally Meg's apartment. That was it. He always would respond with some variation of "Thank you for telling me sweetheart, have a good day." She usually felt a little ridiculous how much a simple statement such as that made her blush.

One night, when Erik told her he wouldn't be able to talk much due to a meeting he had no choice but to attend, she did a bit of research. It started off simple, just questions like "Daddy/LittleGirl" which immediately brought up links to porn. The second search result was a YouTube video titled "The Myths and Truths of a DD/lg Relationship" and she clicked it, finding herself curious about what she in fact was getting herself into.

The girl who came up in the video didn't look so different than any other college aged girl. Her hair was dyed different colors, and her lips were pierced. She wore a pink choker and it had a small pendant on it. The walls behind her were pink and in her arms was a stuffed teddy bear with a pink bow between the ears.

"Hi, my fellows little and middles! So, today we are going to talk about what exactly it means to be in a dd/lg relationship and what the truths and myths are…" the cheerful girl announced. Within ten minutes of watching the video Christine found herself more educated than ever.

"So, a common misconception is that dd/lg is a form of pedophelia. It's not! This relationship is between two consenting adults. Just like in all BDSM relationships every little will have a safe word that her daddy will respect."

"Being a little, it's not something you can force and its not for everyone. It's the same with being a daddy. To be a daddy, you are making a promise to your little that you will protect, respect and care for them."

Christine then watched the way the girl on the screen began to gush about her 'daddy'. A few pictures of them popped up on her screen. The girl was propped up in his lap in a skirt and knee socks in most of them, her dom's chin perched on top of her head. She was dressed like a little girl… In all honesty, Christine thought it was damn adorable and she would not mind that so much.

Until the last picture. The girl had a pacifier in her mouth and diaper on. Christine's eyes widened in shock and a bit of discomfort. Then, as if on cue her phone buzzed.

Hi sweetheart, I just got done with my meeting.

Hi :)

After responding she went back to the video and clicked another one, "Middles and Littles: The Difference"

"Ok so, a Little is most often age play. Little ages often range from 0-5. That's like, diapers, pacifiers and sippy cups. These littles obviously are not as independent while they are in little space. Their Daddy usually has to do a lot more for them like feeding, dressing, excetera."

What are you up to? Have you eaten dinner yet?

Christine only glanced at the text while she directed her attention to the video again, "Then we have middles. Middles are usually ages 7 and up. Middles are a lot more independent, and they usually are a lot brattier towards their daddy. They dress, feed, and entertain themselves but still are snuggled and all that."

Sweetheart? Everything okay?

She quickly clicked off the video and back to their text messages.

Sorry, I was watching something.

Anything interesting?

Yeah, just looking more into this whole thing.

Ah, I see.

Is that okay?

I encourage it.

Then can I ask you a question?

The typing icon appeared and disappeared three times before he finally responded.

Of course…

So, there is one thing I'm uncomfortable with. The whole diapers and pacifiers thing. Do you like that or…?

No. I don't. There is a difference between raising an actual child and then ageplay. I prefer middles to littles if we are being specific.

A feeling of relief washed over her.

Ok cool.

She went back to the video, watching a man now enter on the screen. He looked… normal. He wore a band tee and jeans. His haircut was normal. He just looked like another person you would see walking on the street.

"Hi baby…" she heard him say affectionately. The way the girl looked up at him with endearing and loving eyes made Christine's heart ache. It was obvious the relationship between the pair was sacred to both. The more she looked into this lifestyle, the more she almost realised dd/lg couples may even have a stronger connection than vanilla couples.

"Hi daddy." she whispered while on her knees in front of him. Christine's eyes were glued to the mans hand as he stroked his littles face lovingly.

How was school?

Christine saw the notification but swiped away at it quickly as the man on her screen revealed a pink teddy bear from behind his back.

Christine, I do not enjoy being ignored.

She sighed and went back to her text messages,

Sorry, I'm still watching these videos. It would be easier if we could just talk.

I know- how about this, you call me and I will mute my microphone but you can talk as much as you'd like.

Christine raised her brows as his offer, it was tempting but she couldn't figure out why he wouldn't let her hear his voice.

Ok let me call you.

Good girl.

It was odd, those two simple words made her heart flutter and her stomach cramp. She went up into the corner of her screen and hit the phone button. It only rang twice before he picked up she swore she could hear a breath on the other side of the line but she ignored it.

"Hi" she said simply.

Hi sweetheart, he typed in response.

"So this is my voice, I guess." She said awkwardly,

Sweeter than I imagined.

They spent the rest of the night with Christine contently talking away with him and him typing responses. They also began to stream a movie together, The Princess Bride which was one of Christine's favorites from when she was a little girl. When the movie was over Christine was dozing off to sleep until Erik finally texted her one more time,

You should go to bed, it's late and you have class tomorrow.

Her reply was simple and came naturally.

Goodnight Daddy.

Goodnight, Princess.

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The next day Christine sat on the couch watching a movie on her laptop while texting with Erik. She told him all about her day at classes and then at work. She told him about the nice old lady that gave her a twenty dollar tip at work this afternoon, and how she told her she reminded her of her granddaughter. She told him about on the way home from the bus stop she saw the first spring flowers blooming and how she wanted to pick them so badly to keep them in her apartment, but she doubted she could keep them alive for very long.

She babbled and rambled to him, and he would type his responses as fast as he could to her rapid fire stories, thoughts and ideas. The topic was liable to change at least every thirty seconds. She loved that she could go on and on and he would always listen to her, or pretend like he was listening to her at least. It didn't matter, she just didn't feel alone anymore.

"Daddy, did you read that thing I sent you about how in Paris, you can tour all of the pretty opera houses and the catacombs down there?" She asked as she slurped on her Ramen Noodles for dinner, watching the movie play on her laptop screen. She looked at the window where their chats were, she didn't see him typing as he usually would, "Daddy?" She asked softly, setting down her bowl and placing her laptop on her lap and looking in the corner to see if she had lost her internet connection. It was fine. "Daddy are you there?" She asked again, waiting for a response. She sat there, feeling the familiar race of her heart begin. He always responded right away when they were on voice, "Daddy are you okay?" She asked, hearing the slight tremble emerge as well.

Christine let out a great sigh trying to calm herself down. She was being silly. This was just a man on the internet, yes she was very attached to him anyways, but still she was being silly.

"Calm down Christine…" she mumbled quietly to herself, trying to tell herself that he was still on the phone but he probably just got busy with something for work. She sat there trying to turn her attention back to the movie he had picked out for them to watch together on a stream. His icon was still there, he was still in the movie stream with her.

Daddy are you here? She typed. There was still no response. Then she just starting shaking a bit,

"Daddy!" She said a little bit louder. Then, finally, she saw the notification of him typing.

Princess? Are you okay? Sorry, I needed to get some water and answer a call.

She let out a sigh of relief. "Yeah, sorry. I was being silly, I just wondered where you went." She said brushing her hair behind her ear.

No, my fault. I should've told you, I apologize.

"It's okay. Is everything okay?"

Yes. Family issues.

"Oh. I get it." She said softly. She then found herself seriously wondering what his voice would should like on the phone and wishing he would call her. What did his voice even sound like?

"Hey Daddy?" She asked sweetly,

Yes princess?

"Um, can I-m you can say no, but um- Can I talk to you?" She said softly.

We are talking princess. What do you mean?

"Well… I want to hear your voice. I- Well I've been a good girl, and I was wondering if we could start voice chatting. Both of us, I mean." She answered. For a few seconds, there was no sign of typing. Then he notification appeared, and disappeared. Then again,

You have been a very good girl.

"Mhm." She said, a smile breaking through,

Fine. Give me a second.

Her heart practically leapt out of her chest. She was going to hear his voice! After two weeks of just her talking and him typing she would hear him. She sat there, patiently staring at the screen. A few seconds passed, and then a minute. She heard her phone ding, and she picked it up, seeing a text from her boss to pick up a shift tomorrow night. Every ounce of her wanted to say no-

The un-muting notification came off of her laptop. He was unmuted.

"Daddy?" She asked softly,

"Hi Princess." No. There was no way his voice could sound like that. Be that deep and smooth. It wasn't possible. "Princess? Are you there?" Oh dear god, that was his voice. His timbre dark and soothing. She cleared her throat,

"H- hi Daddy," she said softly, finding herself blushing.

"Are you happy now?"

"Yes, Daddy. I'm very happy." She said, smiling.

"Good," he chuckled. Dear god. His laugh. It was melodic.

"Daddy, I- I like your voice. A lot." She stuttered, not sure how else to tell him.

"Hmm. Thank you, sweetheart."

"So, can we do this from now on? Instead of you just typing?" She asked hopefully.

"If you are a good girl, and behave yourself, I don't see why not. Now at least I can call you during the day on your breaks and such."

"Oh, well if I got breaks at work, yeah you could," she huffed out in a laugh. There was a silence on the other side of the phone.

"Where do you work again, sweetheart?"

"A coffee shop downtown- it's okay. I mean- the pay isn't great but I like it alright."

"I remember those days…"

"You worked in a coffee shop?"

"...no but I didn't have the best jobs for a long time. When I was your age- not a time I enjoy reflecting too deeply on," he grumbled through the phone.

"Oh."

"Anyways, I have to go for a bit. I have a few things to take care of."

"Oh well, I'll talk to you later."

"Text me. Before you go to bed, okay?"

"I will," she answered softly. "I promise."

"Good girl," he said softly. "I'll talk to you later, okay? And I will call you tomorrow."

"Okay…"

"Bye, princess."

"Bye, Daddy."