currently fantasizing about being put into littlespace at a party
like, I arrive and go to grab a bottle of liquor only to have my wrist gently grabbed and a stern but gentle voice says "girls your age shouldn't drink that." I turn to the woman holding my hand, confused and a bit annoyed because I was looking forward to getting drunk
"What the fuck is that supposed to mea-"
"It means, a little girl like you shouldn't drink that. And don't swear, those are big girl words. Gods, do you even have someone here to take care of you?"
Something feels so warm inside me hearing that, but still wanting to fight it I sputter "I- I don't need someone to take care of me! I'm a big girl. Just lemme have the alcohol."
I look away, saying that to her felt wrong. I mean, the lady said I shouldn't be drinking stuff like that, and saying I don't need someone to take care of me seemed to put a weight in my chest when I said it. "Are you okay?" Her voice pulls me back out of my thoughts. "If no one's looking after you, I will. I just can't stand seeing poor things like you trying to fend for themselves."
I nod, and her hand shifts from my wrist to holding my hand. "Come with me, all this loud music is bad for your ears, and I'm sure you'd rather just be with your mommy than in this place, wouldn't you?" I nod again, holding mommy's hand tight as we go upstairs away from all the uncomfy lights and sounds and smells from the party. "It's okay now, you don't have to be big anymore. I'm here"