You’re all dressed up. Cute little outfit, lip gloss just right, eyes sparkling. But I can still see it — that tiny, buzzing energy under the surface. That little voice in your head reminding you to be impressive, to be clever, to keep it together.
You’ve got time. Just a minute with me.
There you go, my pretty girl. You look gorgeous. And a little too tense. A little too sharp. We can’t have that. Not when I know how soft you like to be for me.
Just a little. Just enough to take the edge off.
There goes that thought about the conversation you rehearsed in your head. Who needs it? You're cuter when you speak from that dreamy little place behind your eyes.
And there goes your ability to remember what you were stressed about. Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is that you’re soft, you’re pretty, and you're mine.
Mmm, you’re blinking slower already. Lips parted just a little. You’re sinking, baby. Slipping into that fuzzy space where things get quiet and warm and slow.
There’s my good girl. That sweet, melty smile. That lovely empty feeling starting to settle in your chest.
Don’t worry — you’ll still be able to talk tonight. You’ll still look so pretty on our date. But the part of you that tries too hard? That thinks too much?
She’s on a little vacation now.
I’ll take care of the smart stuff. You just sit there and look adorable. Giggle when you forget something. Blush when you realize I did this to you.
And if you get too floaty…
Well. That’s what I’m here for. To guide you. To hold your hand.
Now… ready to go, Bambi?”
