Some people have a good life, some people have a great childhood, well some people have a roof on top of their head. But not me, I lived in my car, worked in the local library, I was no one, add to that being a little doesn’t really help my case. It was all going to hell, until I met them, I’ve met her first, then her husband and they wanted me, homeless, bookworm and all. 
This our story, our adventures, and our love. 
Contains ddlg and mdlg, you’ve been warned. 
Apologies for any misspelling and grammar mistakes.

Bookworm Little

The club was nothing like I expected, most littles were dressed like me, while the mommies and daddies were dressed like mines. Daddy carried me inside saying hello to everyone while I felt extremely shy now, I stayed hidden for as long as possible until there was a mention of cookies. Back at the bar, I saw the last person I expected to see, I saw Hunter!

I was so happy when I saw Hunter, I didn't believe he was a little like me. He was always helping me. But he may be an older little, even his clothes aren't as little as mine, he got jeans and shirt, no pull-up or diaper insight. I pulled him with me to the table to show daddy, my friend, I met even though they already met.

/"Can we go play now daddy?/" I asked seeing if Hunter and I can go play with the toys available.

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