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It's Fun to be Young! (Ryanmo97 x loneiysong)

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Ryan Morris
Age: 35
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 195 lbs.

The diner had been in Ryan's family forever. He was the latest member of his family to own it. It was just a nice quite little place. It wasn't anything fancy. But, they still did good business. It was a pretty typical Saturday night. Ryan just finished up doing some paperwork in his office. He got himself a cup of coffee and looked over to see who was in the diner. There was a person in just about every other booth and there were a few people sitting at the counter. But, there was something off.. there was a 15 year old girl in a dressed in an Elsa from Frozen costume, sitting by herself in one of the booths drinking a cup of coffee. Ryan walked over to her, "Hi there... Are you lost, sweetheart?"
 
Elena Evans
Height: 5'3
Age : 27

She was new in town and working as a counselor. Yes a god damned counselor. Everyone thought she was 15 or younger. And it was really starting to piss her off. When she went to work, the kids mocked her, adults mocked her, and she was getting really sick and tired of it.

Tonight she was invited to some good friends costume party. When she got there and she was asked who she was there with she thought the asker meant a boyfriend but they meant parents. That pissed her off, so she went to the bar to drink where she damn near got rejected until she proved she was 27. Now she was hammered and not feeling at all better. A drunk fucking Elsa from frozen.

Drinking the coffee she just wanted a god damned waffle and for everyone to leave her alone. Then that asshole, albeit hot, came up.

"No I am not fucking lost. I am fucking 27, short, woman that looks 15 years old now get me a waffle with plenty of butter or you will see how pissy I can get!" She flung the menu at him and held her head and grumbled to herself.
 
Ryan was taken aback by her reaction. Obviously she wasn't 15. "Oh... I'm sorry... It's just your face, size and the way you're dressed you look a lot younger. I'll get your waffle right away." Ryan put in the woman's order for a waffle. He was back a few minutes later with a waffle with a lots of butter. He set it down with the syrup, "I want to apologize for offending you earlier. This is my diner, so your meal is on the house tonight." He smiled. He thought it would be a good gesture to offer her a free meal. "My name is Ryan by the way... I don't think I've seen you around before."
 
She began to butter her waffle as he began to lay on excuses. At least he had the common decency to offer an explanation which was the first. She looked up and smiled a bit. "Well Ryan, who is buying me breakfast, why don't you take a sit?" She smiled.

"You don't recognize me, because I am new in town just graduated with my Ph. D." She poured her syrup all around and looked up at him and smiled and began to eat.
 
Ryan sat down when the woman offered, "Sure..." Then she told him that she was new in town and had just gotten her Ph. D. "Wow, Congratulations, Doctor Elsa," He smiled at his attempt at a joke. "Well, I've lived here all my life. My grandparents started this place... they handed it down to my dad and he handed it down to me..." He paused for a moment and took a sip of his coffee. "I'm guessing from your reaction earlier that you have a lot of trouble with people thinking you're younger than you are."
 
She rolled her eyes as she ate and nodded. "Much younger." She then sat back and shook her head and pushed her hair back and looked at him. "You have no idea how frustrating it is being a woman and everyone thinking you are 15 and treating you like such. If I had a god damned dollar for every time someone told me to go ask my parents, I could probably make you an offer on your diner and you would take me up on it."

She sat back and angrily stabbed a syrupy piece of her waffle and ate it and shook her head. She drank her coffee. "But you make a mean waffle."
 
"Well, I can't take credit for the waffle..." said Ryan with a smile, "That's my cook, Charlie... She's fantastic..." He took a sip of his coffee. "I'm sure it must be hard looking as young as you do and be an adult. There are people out in California who would kill to have your problem." He laughed, "Maybe you should just quit fighting it and just live life as a 15 year old again." He took a sip of coffee.
 
"Oh yea and do what exactly?" She raised her eyebrows at him and continued to finish her waffle and drank her coffee. She leaned back and sighed when she was done and rested her face on her palm waiting to hear what he had in mind. She watched him closely.
 
Ryan had to think for a moment. He was just making a joke. He never thought he would take her seriously, "Oh gosh I don't know... Maybe you could go back to school. But, seeing you just got out of school I doubt you'd want to go back... Maybe you could find a guy who'd be willing to take you in... Let you be his housekeeper..." He took a sip of coffee. He was sure she wouldn't want to take him up on his offer. They just met after all.
 
"Housekeeper. Please." She leaned back drinking her coffee. "What kind of guy is going to take me seriously enough to let me in their house to be a housekeeper." She snorted and shook her head. "You sound like you are just looking for a sympathy date. Seriously though, its ok. You aren't the first and arent the last to think I am 15 years old." She then leaned back and sighed rolling her coffee mug in her hands and just was suddenly depressed with her life and what it all entailed. Couldn't go forward, couldn't go back. Just stuck.

She wanted to go home, curl up under her covers and cry. That was the only option.
 
Ryan looked at the woman and could see she was on the verge of tears. He wanted to make her laugh a little. Now he could see that this whole thing about being treated like a 15 year old really hurt her. "I'm not looking for a sympathy date..." He said, "I was just trying to cheer you up..." He thought about it a moment. His house wasn't that dirty but it wasn't that clean... It would be nice to have someone take care of the house... "Do you want to know what kind of guy would take you seriously enough to let you be their housekeeper? I would... I would love for you to be my housekeeper.... There is one more condition though... You would have to agree to be my '15 year old' lover as well..."
 
"God. I hated being 15 years old. I was not the popular girl. I was content to be my nerdy self, drawing super heros, reading comic books, and wearing glasses." She sighed and rubbed her eyes and laughed. "Are you sure you want me to act 15 years old? I am not sure I even know how to act the way you want me to act 15 years old." She admitted truthfully. She leaned back intrigued though. "What would this entail?"
 
Ryan smiled at the thought of her wearing glasses, "Well, I don't think it would be easy for you to act 15," said Ryan, "So I think as long as you act like a teenager that would be fine." Then he thought about what he wanted her to do, "It will be your job to keep the house clean. It's a pretty simple two story house. I will be doing the cooking because 15 year olds shouldn't have to cook. The whole house will be yours to enjoy while I'm at work. I work from 9-5 during the week. You'd have your own room to draw, read comic books, what ever you want to do... A few nights a week we would make love... You'd have the option of sleeping in bed with me on those nights or going back to your room..."
 
"So I would be expected to live with you?" She blushed and then cleared her throat and then thought. It sounded like something she was willing to try. Her heart was racing with the possibilities. She then bit her lip and then grinned looking at him. "So I would basically be your kid. Can we maybe do this for a trial for a few days? And then after like two weeks, and we don't mesh, we can call it quits?" She was honest to God excited, but this was her only requirement. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

It would be nice to have a guy, because all men thought she was too young, and the men that did want her...well...she had seen the movie "Lovely Bones" and...no thanks.
 
Ryan nodded when she asked about living with him, "Yes. But, you will have your own room."

When she asked about being his kid he nodded, "Sure if you want to consider me to be your daddy I would be fine with that."

Then she asked if they could do a trial period. "Two days, Two weeks, Two months, Two years... You would be free to leave when ever you want... Plus, you would have full contact with your family... You can tell them what ever you want about our situation..." Ryan took a sip of his coffee, "So what do you say, Doctor Elsa?" He called her that because she hadn't told him her real name yet, "Do we have a deal?"
 
She winced as if she had been physically slapped. She looked at him. She sighed. "I don't have family. I have always lived in and out of foster homes." She shrugged and then looked up as he called her Doctor Elsa. She chuckled and shook her head. "Sorry, my name is Elena Evans." She blushed and then shook her head. She finished her coffee and leaned back and then canted her head and looked at him.

"Well, how would you perfer our relationship to be refered to as, because if your walking around with someone who looks like 15 years old, people are going to ask." She smiled and canted her head. "And if you're going to treat me 15 years old, you're going to be buying me stuff." She shrugged.
 
When Elena told him that she didn't have a family. "Oh... I'm sorry to hear that..." He reached across the table and took her hand to comfort her.

Then she asked how they were going to refer to their relationship, "Well in the house we will be father and daughter... Outside the house we are boyfriend and girlfriend... If anyone questions us, you'll just have to show them your ID. If they still don't believe you I'll knock them on their ass."

Then she brought up buying her stuff, "I'll buy you want ever you need, Elena. So when do you want to start?"
 
She didn't pull away, the warmth felt nice. She smiled and ran her thumb along his knuckles and grinned and shrugged. "It's ok, I never knew them I was born in the system." She looked at him.

"I can start whenever you are ready." She smiled and looked at him. "Any way you would prefer me to dress Ryan?" Elena asked softly letting his hand go and canted her head to him taking him in.
 
Ryan smiled when she said she was ready to start whenever he was. "How does tomorrow night at say 6 PM? I'll give you my address before we finsh here."

When she asked about what to wear he said, "Just wear whatever you think 15 year old girls wear. I do have one request. I would like for you to wear glasses... So, is there anything else we need to discuss?"
 
Ryan thought for a moment, "Well what kind of things did 15 year old you wear?" Ryan took out Elena's order slip an on the back he started to write his address.
 
"The girls that bothered me always wore short skirts and shit like that. I wore nerdy stuff." She watched him and spied her cost of her food and pulled out the money and put it on the table with a reasonable tip and drank her coffee and watched him waiting for his answer.
 
"Well, I would like you to wear dresses and skirts once and a while but nothing that you wouldn't feel comfortable in. So they don't have to be short skirts maybe knee length or longer," said Ryan as he took a sip of his coffee, "Also... I have a tiny bit of a shoe fetish... So, I would love it if every once and awhile if you wore a pair of Mary Jane like shoes... You know those shoes with the strap that goes across the top of the foot." He saw her take money out and he said, "No... Remember I'm picking up your meal..."
 
"Please this is my last independent meal for a while." She grinned and looked at him and winked softly. 15 year old her loved to wear dresses and skirts just nothing slutty. She had a style all her own but it wasn't mainstream. So she knew what she would bring. She smiled and stretched out.

"So I should just come over to your house in character tomorrow?" She smiled watching him and sat back chanting her head.
 
When Elena said she wanted to pay for her last independent meal he said, "Alright."

Then she asked if she should come in character he said, "Yes, I think that would be best." He handed her the piece of paper with his address on it. "Here is my address. Remember 6PM sharp... Don't be late or Daddy might have to spank you." He smiled and started to stand up.
 
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