by Jillian Chandler
Karen Hempstead looked around the home for what must have been the hundredth time. She was impatiently waiting for her live-in boyfriend, Ethan, to make it home after work. She knew he was going to be a little late as the guys at work had plans to take him out for drinks in accordance with the office's unofficial, but standard, birthday ritual. Despite knowing this, her anxiety continued to mount with every passing minute.
She looked into the kitchen and saw the dinner she had prepared waiting to be heated. Unable to help herself, she smiled at the sight of the other kitchen preparations as well. On the counter was the birthday cake for Ethan that she had worked so hard to perfectly prepare. The candles on the cake stood tall and ready for their part in the birthday celebration. She made yet another scan of the birthday presents she had so carefully wrapped. All-in-all, she was rather pleased with her efforts.
Then she went to check her appearance in the big hallway mirror. She fiddled slightly with the two pony tails on either side of her head, an impish smile returning as she shook her head to make the pony tails dance. Also for the hundredth time, Karen checked her outfit, which was a blue gingham skirt that came only to mid-thigh. Karen was perfect for that skirt ... almost as perfect as that skirt was for her plan. Staring back from the mirror was a textbook image of a pre-teen girl wearing that same skirt teamed with a white blouse and white knee high socks.
The sight of herself in that outfit made Karen a little weak in the knees. It excited her so much! She had already had to change her panties once that evening and once again she slipped her fingers beneath her dress and dipped beneath the plain cotton panties. As before, she confirmed she was so horny with expectation her panties were soaked. Oh, well, she thought, I'm going to have to change them again. Then she let her fingers slither into her wet slit causing her to lean back against the wall with a heavy sigh. A deep, soul-touching shudder followed shortly.
Ethan Owens rushed home after his 'obligatory' birthday celebration that Friday evening. It was just the guys at work and as was customary, they all went to the nearby bar right after work for a round of drinks. Ethan patiently suffered the well wishes of his work cronies, knowing this was an important ritual of camaraderie. But beneath that patient surface, Ethan was eager to leave as quickly as possible to meet his girlfriend at his house. She had promised a special surprise for his 32nd birthday.
Prying himself away from the guys wasn't too difficult as it was Friday evening and they all had plans with families or girlfriends, so the ritual that could have gone on for hours was short lived. Ethan eagerly drove home after just one beer. Expectantly, he opened his front door but his girlfriend wasn't there ... someone else was.
He was shocked to discover a girl ... maybe 12 or 13 years old who wore a short blue skirt, white blouse and white socks. Her blonde hair was pulled into two pony tails on either side of her head. She turned to look at him just as he asked, "Young lady, what are you doing in my house?"
Then Ethan's jaw dropped to the floor. That 12 year old girl smiled and he suddenly realized it was his 22 year old girlfriend, Karen!
If Karen Hempstead had to identify a single point in time where it started, she would say it was her boyfriend, Ethan's, 32nd birthday. Karen wanted to surprise her hunky boyfriend for his birthday and that surprise had been so wildly successful it started a chain of events that continues to this day.
Karen is a vivacious blonde, ten years younger than Ethan, but who could make it seem as if she were 20 years younger than her boyfriend. Yes, an odd statement given Ethan's 32 years of age, but not so odd when the facts are understood. Ethan had been a track star for most of his life, twice just missing the Olympic team as a decathlete. His 6' 4" frame was chiseled, equally muscular and flexible as well as tanned from his years of outdoor training.
But Ethan Owens also had an unusual feature: a full head of jet black hair that was prematurely tinged gray at the temples. That, coupled with his dark piercing eyes made him seem much older than his real age and helped his career accelerate as his bosses made the frequent mistake of considering him older than he really was. It didn't hurt that he was brilliant, despite some people teasing him that he was "just a jock". Anyone that knew him realized just how stupid that particular accusation was.
On the other side of the age equation was Karen. Even when she was dressed to kill (she sometimes thought of it as 'dressed to thrill') she looked younger than her 22 years of age. It was easier to guess her real age from a photo than in real person, because Karen had to stretch tall and stand straight just barely reaching the height of 5' 1". She had been a gymnast until a torn hamstring averted her own dreams of Olympic gold. In fact, it had been at one of the Olympic trials where Karen and Ethan had first met.
Karen was very much one of those pixie types of gymnasts you see in competitions. The only concession to her physical change since her injury was a grand total of four pounds of added weight ... all four pounds going to her bottom and her breasts, so when she 'dressed to thrill' it was clear she was all woman.
One might assume that the surprise she had in mind was a more traditional plan in store for Ethan's birthday, dressed provocatively so she could tease and seduce her boyfriend. But no, her efforts went entirely the other way. Karen had pulled her vibrant blonde hair back into two pony tails, the effect making her face seem juvenile. Added to that she wore a plain blue skirt and a simple white cotton blouse with white knee high socks and simple patent leather shoes. With a pair of blue ribbons adorning her hair, Karen looked all of 12 years old ... maybe 13, but certainly no older.
Karen did not decide to do this on a whim, despite the fact that this event would later seem to be the tipping point: the time that her dressing up as a young girl began. There had been little hints and occasions that caused her to consider this somewhat risky behavior. For example, Ethan had said more than once that he had first been attracted to Karen due to the almost child-like innocence she exuded. Anytime Ethan said that, Karen would shudder from a secret thrill.
There had also been occasions when Karen might make a comment about another person; some bitingly harsh criticism or observation under her breath that only she and Ethan could hear. That often resulted in a playful swat from him to her rear end with his own comment such as, "You're such a naughty little girl! What will I ever do with you?" They would both grin like dopey teenagers sharing an inside joke.
Karen also discovered that she could encourage Ethan to take her to bed if she called him Daddy a couple of times. That discovery had all come about after they had seen a movie together in which a woman called her husband Daddy, and Karen later imitated the actress. It was Karen's key to getting what she wanted and though it was a subconscious one at first, she now knew how she could use that simple word to get Ethan to do almost anything.
But Ethan wasn't the only one in the relationship that responded to a verbal cue. Later, Karen would wonder if her decision had been subconsciously made. On a whim she had purchased a tight, alluring tee shirt emblazoned with an adorable kitten on it. The day she wore it, Ethan began calling her Kitten. There was something about that word that made Karen cuddle up next to her boyfriend. It didn't matter if they were in a movie theater, driving in his car or just sitting on the sofa. Kitten made Karen feel as warm and fuzzy as the adorable animal and she would curl up like that namesake, nuzzling into Ethan.
And don't think for a moment that Ethan was unaware of the effect! It was especially useful, he discovered, in those moments when Karen was vexed with him or something he did. As soon as he said, "I'm sorry, Kitten," the moment passed and she melted forgivingly into his waiting arms.
But what does all of that have to do with Ethan's 32nd birthday?
Ethan's Birthday
Acquainted for two years, dating somewhat regularly for the past 18 months and having moved in together for the last 6 months, Ethan and Karen's relationship had settled into a comfortable pattern. In fact, it was so comfortable that one could almost call it stale. It wasn't that either took the other for granted, though that was something Karen especially worried about. So, Karen devised this little surprise for his birthday.
Even as she shopped for the right kind of outfit to wear, and while she carefully limited her makeup before Ethan got home, Karen considered whether she was going to be the little girl for Ethan's benefit or her own. She readily admitted to herself that she found aspects of being a little girl highly appealing. The thought of having a significantly older daddy to her little girl was a special thrill for her and she knew it. She wondered if that was why she was so attracted to a man ten years older than herself in the first place.
Regardless, Karen had put a lot of thought into this birthday surprise for Ethan and the moment of truth had finally arrived. She was on edge worrying about his reaction, but more on edge with the hope that her instincts were correct and that he'd take to the theme like a moth to a flame. Then again, she could be all wrong about this, which is why she had butterflies in her stomach when she heard, Ethan demand, "Young lady, what are you doing in my house?"
Karen turned as Ethan spoke when he came home on that Friday birthday night. The shock of her appearance paled only in comparison to the shock of Karen's high pitched squeal of "Daddy! You're home!" Her jubilant, freshly scrubbed face made her seem exactly like an excited 12 year old and she ran across the room and jumped into his arms, kissing him on the cheek.
"Happy Birthday, Daddy!" she squealed again.
Taken aback for a moment, Ethan decided to go along with her little game. He kissed her forehead as he held off the floor and said, "Thank you, Kitten." He thought he could feel a shudder rush through her body.
Indeed, Karen felt the electric pulse that the word Kitten caused. Then again, her worst fear had melted away immediately as she recognized that Ethan had gone along with her charade. She squirmed out of his hold, took his hand and pulled him into the dining room. On the table were several birthday presents that she had carefully wrapped.
And, in keeping with her playing the 12 year old little girl, those gifts had not been wrapped too expertly. On first glance, it appeared that the wrapping paper had been haphazardly cut and that any shortcomings in the wrapping were fixed with tape. Lots and lots of tape. Ethan had to grin.
Karen, or Kitten now, took that as a sign of approval from her daddy. She was certain that the sun and moon rose every day just to see that approving grin: she knew that she did! Then Kitten pointed out the birthday cake.
"I made it myself!" she crowed proudly.
Like the gifts, the cake bore all the tell-tale signs of a juvenile baker. It was a bit lopsided and had a suspicious lump in the middle of it. The cake, too, had impromptu 'fix-its' that consisted mostly of deeply spread and not-so-artfully arranged frosting.
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