This girl is special in a special way, if you know how that is. They are all different in such delightful ways. I can say they must all be special.

She has creamy white girl skin, huge deep blue eyes, bright blonde straight hair, and dresses girly girl frilly and wild colors/patterns but with a hint of naughty showgirl. She is barely still in the anyone, anywhere, age, just crossing over and, thus, will climb in yer stanger ass lap without a care and wiggle her [uh, shit. mods reading] ears at you and make faces, cute as can be.

She sometimes sleeps at my house. In her own bed. Undisturbed, not even watched. I have excellent impulse control, honed from many years practice.

okay, here's the GM:

She arrives at my house and not over 120 seconds later, she has me in her room, door closed, stripped to panties, little, slightly rounder than it 'should be' tummy face level for me to tickle (not too much, she's obviously on a mission). In this state of dress, she ruffles through her suitcase to produce a gown, a costume, a dress fit for a queen, and not just a cheap halloween dress, a well made Shakespeare Fesival quality piece.

It's tight on top so I have to help her get into it. "have to" - he. She is beautiful and right beside me with closed doors. I get her dress sorted just right, slip the vest over, place the imaginary crown, kiss her majesties hand and she magically floats out the door to make her cameo.

I really love that little girl. I tell her, 'more than she can know', and she replies, 'uh-uh. I love you more'.