The small town mall was quiet. On a weekday, during the school year, during lunchtime. The bustle of department stores had calmed down, not yet close to the afternoon flow of mothers and retired folk making their last minute purchases before the buses headed towards home. This was my favorite time to shop. So few employees or fellow consumers to get past. Because of this, it was also Claudia's favorite time to check out the racks.

My lovely cherubian beauty would sneak inside the circular racks and hide, then pop her face out to give me a cheeky grin, proudly displaying two rows of tiny teeth. And then, right back in again. Her antics, I had found on previous trips, had annoyed other customers-- especially when she would leap out to give them her best dinosaur impression. I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop having fun. Besides, it gave me time to pick up what I needed without worrying about trying to entertain her. Trying to figure out what size sports jacket you fit into while carting a 2 year old around is not an easy task!

But, with a little encouragement and an empty men's business section, a girl like her can have oodles of fun. Suddenly, I am able to get done in only a few minutes what would have otherwise took twenty. And when I call her back to me, she always comes. A rosy-cheeked baby girl with her little hand extended out to me to take my hand hurried back to me, in a flurry of flower print sundress and light-up sandals. The light, cotton material dangles at her knees, spread out a bit by the edges of her diaper. Claudia was the light of my life. I was blessed to be able to raise her myself.

The look I always got at the checkout lines was sweet. Little old ladies working department store counters were so struck by the idea of a house-husband, the man raising the kids for once.

"Did you find everything alright, sir?" the latina woman asked me as I laid my new suit out on the counter for her.

"I think I did," I said, though my eyes were on my daughter, who was spinning in place like a ballerina with my finger on her head. Her little dress floated on the air like a real dancer.

The woman smiled. "She's a beautiful girl. Such nice hair. How old is she?"

"Hey, Claudia? How old are you?"

With pride, my baby stopped on a dime, legs spread wide. Thrusting her arm up and out, she pointed two fingers to the counter.

The lady laughed. "Such a sweet heart."

We rung out quickly, with a little bit of candy for my whirling dervish of a daughter and some coupons for next time. As I took the bag for my suit, I glanced about, looking for a sign, then turned back. "Excuse me, Miss. Is there a bathroom around here somewhere?"

"Oh, yes, there is one back in the men's section that way..." The woman paused, then shook her head. "Or you could go down into the ladies section and there is one with a spot for the little one too. You can use it." The woman shrugged, as if trying to think of the word she was looking for. "Its, uh... for both, you know." She nodded to my daughter.

"Thank you," I said, taking up Claudia's hand again.

"Not a problem! You two have a good day now! Bye!"

I took off down towards the ladies section.

It took a bit of searching, but I found what the cashier was telling me about. It was a bathroom labeled "unisex". They were mostly for moms with little boys, but the occasional little girl and her daddy would make use of them too, if they could find them. Quiet, hidden off to the side, these were my favorite bathrooms. I liked my privacy and I wanted my daughter to have that same privacy whether she felt she needed it or not. Since they were only designed for one person (or one person and their child), the lock on the door sold them to me.

I took the handle and pulled. I was always afraid to try and yank on a locked door, but this one was open. No surprise. There were maybe four other people in the store, none of which had kids young enough to need the room. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, I corralled Claudia with my legs into the bathroom and let the door ride my butt all the way closed.

Instantly, the smells of the room hit you. The unisex bathroom is always the cleanest in these places. More noticeable, however, is the smell of baby wipes and powder, a fragrance that I never could get over. It always put me at ease. It reminded me of my girl and how much I loved her. How I wished she never had to grow up.

A mirror and sink sat on one wall, big enough to see half of the room back. Next to that sat one toilet, sized a little lower than most, and the bars for folks in wheel chairs to use. All of it sparkled, like it had never been used before. When I walked into normal men's rooms, I found myself disgusted after getting so used to these dual-purpose bathrooms. Who would ever want to go back to that sort of place after being in these?

Though being something of a bathroom connoisseur is a little embarrassing, I do have to admit that I have a favorite public bathroom feature: the changing station. Koala Kares are the best.

Most are some plastic material, not sure what. They fold down from the wall and make cradle for changing whoever your little angel is. There are different kinds out there, but the premise is the same. I never liked changing my daughter is front of other people, nor did I like doing it on the floor of some nasty restroom. The Koala Kare has also become my daughter's favorite bathroom feature.

As I draped my new suit over the sink and slid off my backpack, she had already begun about it. "Da-Dee! Da-Dee! Koawa!" Her two little hands drummed against the bottom of it, which she could barely reach. It was beginning to become a ritual for us, one that I certainly did not complain about.

"I know, baby. Just wait a second and I'll be right there." The backpack contained her diapers and other materials. Claudia's mom, worried about her not getting potty trained yet, but she didn't have the attention span for it, I felt. Not most of the time, anyway. Besides, I was more than happy to continue changing her for another few months. I ruffled through the bag, making sure I had any and all necessary supplies at the ready.

I scooted over and drew my girl away from the wall. The cartoon mammals were cuddling on the front. Hanging out of the top of this one was a strap and part of a buckle. I pulled the station door open, laying it flat. The cradle was just a slope in the surface, designed to let them roll a little or keep them from tumbling off. But this one also had a restraint to go across the stomach to stop them from trying to leap off. I put down one of the station sheets across the bottom, designed to catch any mess.

"Are you ready to go Koala Kare?" I asked her in my mommy voice.

"Yea!" she said, throwing up her arms.

I pulled her up by her arm pits, making a silly, strained noise, like she was almost too heavy. I plopped her butt on the edge of the station and gave her a kiss on the cheek. That elicited a volley of giggles from her. Underneath her, I could hear the rustling of the plastic diaper as she clapped and laughed. Her happiness just enthralled me so much.

With the loving care only a parent could have, I cradled her head and neck as I laid her down on the station. Her little body fit perfectly into the curve of it. Her little legs curled up and she kicked them about, mesmerized by her sandals. I pulled her feet up close to her face and made them clap, drawing out another giggle, then pulled them back down to the station.

When I was a new father, I thought the idea of having to restrain your kid on one of these things was silly, for parents not paying attention. But there was something nice about not having to worry about how much your kid flailed as you changed them. So I drew the strap across her tummy, but slid it up closer to her chest before snapping it in.

I closed my eyes for a moment, then opened them again, Claudia, my sweet little two year old girl, lay strapped down on a table. Her legs kicked a little, but she wasn't uncomfortable. Each little tug of her leg hiked the hem of her dress up a little, revealing a little more of the plush diaper underneath. Everything about her, from the blonde head of hair to the squirming tiny toes, I loved. I didn't know what it was, but her on a changing station was extra special for me.

"You are so beautiful, baby," I whispered, stroking her cheek, then down to her lips. "I love you so much." I traced down to her neck. It was addictingly soft. Not a single imperfection. My hand followed down to her shoulder. Every bit of her was cushioned by baby fat, soft muscle barely developed. My finger drew one of her sundress straps down her arm, then the other. I peeled away the top of it, down to the strap. Her flat little chest rose and fell. I could have watched it for hours.

Claudia had calmed down under my touch. Her peace was my clearance.

I turned towards the other side of her, where tulips and sunflowers were bunched up around cartoon-character-covered pampers. Taking the bunch, I pulled the flimsy material up to the strap, revealing the vision of my baby in her diaper. Two skinny, smooth little legs poking out of the plump encasing around my daughter. Her belly pushed out against the top of it, her innie belly button serving as a depth marker on her. That trapped bottom wiggled, testing where it could go.

My big hand laid across the front of her diaper. Gently, I squeezed it, pressing in. The scent of my child, all soaps and powders, tickled my senses. I was running out of patience. Taking the two tape-like tags on the front of her, I pulled them free and broke the seal.

Like the opening of the gates of heaven, it seemed as if Claudia glowed as she was revealed. The slope of her belly led down to the puffy, pristine little pussy. It was clean, just as I knew it was. Her skin was the color of sand against the white and blue of the diaper, my favorite summer getaway. Each little twist from her pushed out her lips, squeezing and releasing them in response to the fresh air on her sensitive spot.

Drawing my hand down her stomach, I let my fingers cup her pussy, gently squeezing the malleable flesh there. Even when I did nothing, her little crotch wiggled. Slowly, I began to ride her wiggles, adding my own strokes in. Her bald body rocked against me, accompanied only by my breathing and little coos. As she found her rhythm, I leaned forward and kissed her chest. Taking a sweet inhale of her, I took her baby breast into my mouth, suckling on the underdeveloped nipple there. I flicked my tongue across it, twirling it about like a fine wine.

My free hand tugged free the button of my jeans. In moments, my pants and boxers were open. I was already rock hard. Gripping my cock, I began to jack off in earnest.

A pinkie finger was ever so gently sliding in between Claudia's baby lips, finding a yet smoother, more velvety flesh inside. Even for my smallest of fingers, her love canal was off limits, though I often circled the rim of it. Instead, I curled upwards, finding the tiniest, hooded nubbin and tickled it. Each brush caused her to jump and giggle. Watching my piglet squirm on the changing table thrilled me, but hearing her laugh is what really got me going.

My kisses crawled all over her, from her chest to her cheeks to her legs. Kisses quickly turned into licks, especially into her belly button. All along, I kept teasing her hood, which swelled as much as a little baby's could. Claudia's pudgy little limbs waved and twisted in delight, lightly drumming on the plastic surface underneath her, held still only by the belt strap.

I could feel an orgasm building. Urgently, I dived forward. Spreading Claudia's lips as wide as I could with one hand, I clasped my mouth tightly over her mound, lapping desperately into her inner lips. I strummed the folds of her juicy pussy and stroked the inflated nub. I jacked myself hard and fast, groaning into her twat. Drowning in my little daughter, I lost control.

Volley after volley of cum splattered across the underside of the Koala Kare, covering the diapered marsupial's face. I practically yelled into my girl's open cunt as I throttled her clitoris. Claudia's thighs squeezed my cheeks and arched her back, the universal signs of a girl rutting in pleasure. As she settled back down, I unlocked my face from her and looked upon the dripping, delicious flower. As if closing a favorite book, I eased my toddler's pussy closed again, letting it be a simple crease of flesh once more.

I took great care to tuck away my cock, keep the fluids from her. I always reassured myself that I wasn't molesting my baby girl; I merely gave her what she wanted. I didn't need to scare her with big hairy dicks. Claudia was quiet when I finished with her and laid limp. It made it easy to wrap her back up in her old diaper.

In a few minutes, she was free of her favorite changing table and dressed. I had latched up the table, wiped it down, and flushed the mess. Cleaning up her dress and picking her up, the two of us were out of there in less than ten minutes.

I came back around to the front of the store, back where we checked out. With one hand full of toddler and the other with store bags, I felt like a pack horse. As I walked out, I heard a familiar voice. "All tuckered out from a busy day, huh?"

The latina woman behind the counter said it, and pointed to my shoulder. Claudia was out cold, resting her cheek on my chest. I nodded to her silently with a smile and hurried out.