The President's Baby: Kimmy's Story [{COMPLETED}]

Part One

Tick, tick, tick.

Only a bit more time until I'm whisked away to another school.

The end of Sophomore year here in this place. It's a hellhole, an extremely horrible one. I have some friends but they're moving too. Everyone hates this place and we're glad to see it in our rearview mirror. My parents are in this group where they support the craziest of things.

There are numerous things on their list. One of them being this crazy lifestyle called DD/lg.

And my friends? Their parents also are in this group together. They all have different . . . kinks. I like being a normal person but my parents have a different sight on what type of person I should be and the school I should go to.

My dad is my mom's "Daddy" and my mom is his "little". I've known they were that way for the longest time.

After I was 7, I stopped calling my actual father Daddy; whereas my mom did not. She called my Dad "Daddy" all the time. Then I knew something was up. My mom is a different type of "little". She has a "headspace" of a 5 year old. Whenever she's in her "headspace" I go and hangout with my best friend Shane.

Right now it's a minute until the bell and Shane is poking my back.

"Kim. Kim. Kim. Kim."

"What?" I hiss as I turn around, my brown, curly hair getting into my eyes. I try to act pissed but me pushing away my hair doesn't seem to show it.

"You can't act mad! That's funny."

"Shut up," I put my tongue out. He pokes it with his pencil. I make a grotesque face and turn back around.

"Kimberlee!"

"Yes?"

"Would you like to give the class the lecture?"

"About?" I sass.

"About how students should pay attention to class."

"Sure," I stand up. Everyone stares at me. "Let's see, there's a minute until the bell and we're learning . . . oh that's right! Nothing! There's nothing to learn because today is the last day of school and I'm leaving this place. So class, it's important to pay attention to the class because it's the last day of school and the bell is about to ring. That makes so very much sense." The bell rings and I smile as Shane and I along with my other friend Liz, leave the class as well as the other students.

The teacher looks at me with cruel eyes because I just showed her up. She probably needs to go to the clinic for that burn.

Shane and I follow Liz to her locker then we head to mine.

"So this new school, did your parents tell you about it yet?" Liz asks me.

"No, not really. I mean my mom tried but she was too busy watching My Little Pony," I roll my eyes.

"So your dad told you?" Shane asks.

"No, he was at work."

"My mom told me, through the lisp of her pacifier though," Shane spoke up.

All of us climb into Shane's truck and then he takes all four of us home. His best friend, that's a guy, rode in the back with Liz. Our group is not small but not huge.

There are 6 sets of parents in this group. One of them are lesbians and another are gay guys. All of us grew up together, and now all of us have to go to a new school together.

"What's this school called?" I ask Shane.

"Well, from what I could hear . . . it's a DD/lg university. There's also a BDSM campus."