I'll Never Be Little

"Hey hunny," Mom beamed, turning to me, wearing an apron with a frying pan in her hand. "Ready to get your Dom classification?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. Which one do you think I'll get?"

She put a finger on her chin, pretending to think, "You're too kind to be a Ruler or maybe a General Dom?" I was about to agree, before she added, "Hm but you're so adorable, so maybe a sub?"

Both of us laughed at that one and she ruffled my dark brown, straight hair. All males for four generations were Doms. We have all the categories in our family, very few being Caregivers, but the rest have been evenly spread out.

I'd have to agree with her though. As much as it would be great to be a Ruler, I think I'm suited better as a General Dom. I'm not a Pet person, so being an Owner wouldn't work at all. I didn't even consider being a Caregiver because I hate Littles with a passion. 

Fidgeting with my backpack strap, I recalled the first time I met one. One ran into me one day when I was shopping for my mom. She was fully clad in a onesie, a clear bump on her bum to indicate that there was a diaper, drooling and screaming for candy. She looked like she was 27. Someone like that could only be a drain on society, and I know most of my family felt the same.

Opening my bag to take out the little information package, which was sent out to everyone my age yesterday evening, I admired the embroidery on the sides. They didn't email it to everyone, as they knew half of us would forget to check it if they did. 

Inside had the general information on Classifications. They're split into two classes. Doms (Dominant) and Subs (Submissive). They are then split into types. In the Dom category, from most dominant to least, there is Ruler, Caregiver, Owner then General Dom. In the Sub category, from most dominant to least, there is General Sub, Pet, then Little. Pets are cared for by Owners and Littles are cared for by Caregivers.

Mom put my breakfast, eggs and bacon sandwich, on a plate, and I took it. Stuffing the food in my mouth, I hear my two elder brothers, Jackson and Harley, coming down the steps towards us.

"Good morning, Mom," Hayden greeted and so did Jackson. Hayden then looked at me. "You look extra excited today. Is today that day?"

"Hell yeah. We placing bets this year?"

"It would be stupid not to. I'm calling-"

"General Dom" - Jackson boredly cut in, not even looking our way.

"Hey! That was my guess."

Jackson sighed, but I could see a slight smile on his lips. "Too slow, Hayden."

"I'll show you who's too slow." Hayden threatened coming closer.

Mom sighed, knowing what was coming.

"If ANY of you want breakfast today, you better not step an inch closer." She said, glaring at both of them.

She and Dad were an odd pairing. Dad's a Ruler type, so he was supposed to be paired with a General Sub, but he didn't get either. Dad was already in love with Mom, so even though she got a General Dom classification, he kept trying daily to woo her until, she admitted she had loved him too. Due to both being Doms, Mom can sometimes fight back against what Dad says, but she's practiced calming herself quickly and submitting out of respect and love for Dad, for her kids and for the poor furniture that would be absolutely shredded in a Dom to Dom fight.

I shuddered thinking about what would happen to the house if Mom was a Ruler. This house wouldn't be standing.

Hayden conceded and sat on one of the stools, starting his breakfast, and immediately started a conversation with Mom. Jackson, however, sat alone in the dining room with his food. I wasn't shocked that he got the Owner classification. They're usually quiet people.