anymore thoughts on age play ranson and maybe even mama benson n his little boygirl randy? :3
always!!! love little Randy forever and ever <3 and love u wormy mwah!!! <3
Baby boygirl Randy wants pigtails in her hair!! It’s not even very long yet, but she has a cabbage patch baby dolly with little ribbons tied into her hair that make two little tiny ringlets! And you pull ‘em and her hair gets so long and pretty! But she’s shyyyyyy she’s the shyest baby ever and doesn’t know how to ask Benson to do her hair. Having the big talk about liking girly stuff was scary, and even though it ended up fine she doesn’t wanna sit down and feel embarassed trying to find her words again!!
Plus they don’t have anything to tie her hair up with anyways. It’s silly to make it such a big deal. Makes her cheeks flush if she thinks about it. Only, she thinks about it so so much, that bashful little glow and fidgety demeanor gets noticed. Of course it does! Benson is so attentive. He washes and brushes her hair already. Getting all silly when she’s sat on the floor, leaned back between his knees so he can reach it all good to brush and dry her curlies, ‘course that’s how she gets caught.
She’s got her baby dolly held in her lap, twisting her perfect piggies around her fingers, until she realizes why she’s doing it and holds her doll to her chest, hiding what she was doing. Above her, Benson stops with her hair and asks, “What you hiding, baby?” Not in his angry voice, this sounds like he thinks it’s funny.
“Nothing, mama..” Randy lies immediately. It slips out so easy, calling Benson mama. He does everything her old mama used to, without hurting her feelings all the time. He’s not a daddy ‘cause those don’t come around. He loves her like a mommy and Randy’s tummy feels better about having a mama that takes care of her, since she’s more of a girl now too than she used to be. It’s not weird anymore.
Benson isn’t impressed with the quickness and guilt of her answer though. He tugs the very back of her hair so she has to tip her head back and look up at him. Gentle hands come around her, one loose down her chest, the other holding her throat. Benson bends over her to look her in the eye even closer, “You know better than to lie to your mama. Tell me, baby.”
“Want.. want you- this!” Articulating it doesn’t work, so, even though she’s really good and doesn’t look away from her mama, she holds up the baby doll she has.
Benson looks at it, tilts his head before looking back at her. Not getting it. “You have it, baby. She’s right there.”
“No I-“ Randy swallows her struggle to answer, the action probably able to be felt under the warm hand on her throat, “I wanna look like Baby.”
“You do, pretty girl. Got that blonde hair and freckles on your cheeks.” He strokes Randy’s face, careful and soft, and it tickles, makes her scrunchy her nose up and smile.
It’s silly, ‘cause that’s not what she meant. Randy knows her face turns a little pink, blushing about having to correct Benson. “No, mama. I meant- her piggies. I want- I wanna have piggy tails like Baby.”
“That’s all?” Benson lets go of her and tips his head back to laugh, “You could want my cigarettes out my pocket and I’d give ‘em to you. ‘Course you can have your hair did up.”
Thinks about it for another second and laughs again, “Thought you were gonna tell me somethin’ serious, baby. My heart was skippin’.”
Bashfully, Randy tries to turn around, to promise that wasn’t true, but gets both hands on her shoulders holding her still, “S’alright. You were a good girl speaking up.”
An automatic, “Thank you, mama.” Because her cheeks and her belly get warm at the same time, when she’s called a good girl. Even when she’s more like a boy, she still likes to be called a girl. When it’s teasing and a little mean and low in mama’s voice, being baby girl or good girl gives her shivers. That Benson can probably see with the way they’re sitting.
“Haven’t even done anything yet. You’re still two piggy’s shy. And I got nothin’ to fix it.” Benson declares, ‘cause they really don’t have anything to tie her hair up with. Rubber bands would rip the curls out probably, and she’s allergic to those anyways. Latex has been a problem for a lotta reasons.
“Baby has ribbons.” Randy declares it, ‘cause she wants them to match exactly. With all kinds of colors of little bows to hold her hair up.
“What, a bread tie and a shoelace wouldn’t be enough for my baby?” Benson offers, sarcastic about what they’ve got. Just teasing though.
It’s silly and makes Randy roll her eyes, she can have attitude too, “Nooooo..”
A love tap to her cheek, her little warning to not push it, “Don’t be a brat.”
But Randy does end up getting exactly what she wants. Bows, clips, barrettes, fuzzy ponytails, and rolls and rolls of pretty ribbon. Since her hair is short, they can only get a tiny amount of the top layer of her hair into the piggies, but she likes it. It’s not like her cabbage patch, but it does remind her of a Cloe bratz baby dolly she remembers seeing at the store. She wasn’t allowed to buy it cause it was before she met her new mama Benson, but she had long flippy hair in the back and little piggies on top like Randy has to do her hair. It makes her feel so so pretty.
She gives Benson a million thank you kisses, sitting in his lap after getting her hair done all special, pressing messy kisses all over. Little but in a big lovey mood ‘cause she was so happy. It couldn’t all stay in side. And mama didn’t get upset at it, so it was allowed. That’s their rule for kissies and touches, they’re always allowed even if Randy’s small. They just have to stop if someone says. And no meany stuff with the little one. Biting and scratching and stuff.
But this is cozy. Flicking her head back and forth, feeling her curly little piggy tails bounce, getting so excited so had to hold on tighter to her Benson. Hiding her face in his chest, whining when he strokes her hair cause she doesn’t want her new pretty style to get messed up. Tilting up and pressing a tiny kiss on his scruffy face instead. He touches her hair again and she gets impatient, taking his hands and putting them down lower instead, in between Randy’s thighs so she can squish them and keep them there.
He snorts at her passive-aggression, smirk on his flushed mouth, “That a suggestion, sweets?”
It wasn’t, but the idea feels good. Twisting as excitement in her belly, twitching between her legs. She’ll pretend so she can have what she wants now, since she already got her hair special like she wanted. A little spoiled. “Please?”
Benson hums, leaning back so she can tell he’s waiting for an answer and won’t give in until he has it, “Please what, baby girl?”
Randy worries her lip before lighting up,“Please.. mama?”
The right answer, ‘cause she gets exactly what she wants. Again. Always. That’s why they left home. So Benson can give her anything she wants. Hard to be a spoiled rotten baby girl in their old life. With nosy mom and mean old work and an all around ugly town. She only has one mama now, and he’s better to her. Silly to be nervous about her hair at all. But Randy’s just like that. It’ll probably happen again and resolve again the same way. She has been thinking about asking for a binky, but getting shy. Even though she’s little, she didn’t used to get that little in her mind to need one. Maybe she’ll bring it up, or she’ll just get caught thinking again. It’s sort of a thrill, letting mama figure it out and catch her. Some kind of edge that lights up her whole body with tingly excitement at being known.
It feels kind of like the growing hair on her doll. Tugging and tugging until the little ringlets of pretty hair are extended to their limit, so they release and snap back, delicately protected inside. Release for Randy, in the dynamic of letting Benson be a good mama to her, and in being his little baby. Like it just feels good.
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