So I was totally done with relationships, but I’m deeply intrigued by younger girls.

I do realise that I need a wife in order to have a daughter before I’m able to explore the body of a much younger girl – however, I just don’t feel even slightly attracted to women over 30, and I just can’t play the game with them. Besides that, as soon as they figure out my fantasy, the chances of them pushing me away are pretty big, and I just don’t feel like putting in that much effort for something that is basically statistically impossible.

At one night, I was thinking, what if I adopt a girl?

Is that even possible? What do I need? What is the process? etc.

It wasn’t as hard as I thought. For sure, a man alone asking specifically to adopt a girl would probably raise some red flags, right?

I opened the talk with one of my female friends, and I told her, my wish to have children is only growing, but I don’t want to go through the struggle of a relationship anymore, and I told her that I was thinking about adopting a kid. She fully supported me and even directly offered to be a reference in the process (as that’s requested anyway).

I spoke with her about how I’d prefer to adopt a girl, as I have more in common with girls than with boys. I prefer horseback riding and watching ballet over going to soccer games every Saturday. I told her that I’d feel pretty scared about asking specifically for a girl, and she told me not to worry about it – as these reasons are pretty legit, and besides that, as long as I’m not a registered sex offender, they won’t be all too picky.

After a few months of thinking, I finally decided I wanted to go through with this, and I filed a formal request to adopt a girl from the adoption program.

I didn’t request a gender on the form, and I marked: “no preference”.

However, in the shared interest section, I made sure to steer towards a girl, and I wrote my hobbies as: Horseback riding, cooking, ballet, gymnastics, and more things like that.

During the interview, they asked me if I could show them I was actually participating in those hobbies, which I gladly could.

A few weeks later, they called me and notified me that there was a possible match.

I was pretty excited about the news, and I had to go through the formal process of everything.

This took a few weeks, but eventually, I got through without a scratch.

They informed me that during the first 2 or 3 visits, they would check with me and her to see if there was an actual match. In order for the girl not to feel “rejected” for adoption, they usually introduced you as an activity volunteer. As they generally organised activities for the kids, the kids were aware that a volunteer could be a possible “new parent”, but there was no expectation of adoption on the child’s side, and since evaluation of volunteers was mandatory anyway – this would also not raise any further expectations at all. Which, if you ask me, sounds actually pretty perfect.

The story would be that I was in the area for work for a few weeks, but since I’m known with the organisation in my area, I wanted to keep active within the organisation on my days off.

The first day, I would volunteer in the orphanage, the second day, a small group would go to the zoo with volunteers (me and her included), and the 3rd day, it was her turn to make something sweet and simple for the orphanage (like cookies), and I would assist her with that, together with another volunteer.

All days went pretty well, and I could feel there was a connection, at least of some kind.

She was a very beautiful girl, with long, dark blond hair, brown eyes, and you could see that she wasn’t a lazy kid. We talked about everything and nothing, had a small water fight, and I could honestly tell she’s a great kid.

After the 3rd day, I had to give feedback on how I thought it went, and after a few days, they called me that she even mentioned in her evaluation that she felt sad that I had to go again.

From there on, things went differently, and the actual process of adoption started. We had a few private meetings, and by now, they made her aware that I was a possible new parent for her, and she was really excited about it, and so was I.

Things kept going well, and eventually, after a while, the adoption process was in its final stages.

She was relocated to me, and because of this, I got an actual 2 weeks off of work. This is apparently a benefit you get in my country as it’s described in adoption laws as “bonding time”.

This all went well; she said she really enjoyed it, and basically, no objections were found on any side to reject the full adoption process.

For now, some legal steps were made, and we entered the trial period of 2 years, starting basically as a foster parent, where if things were going sideways – everybody had the right still to stop the adoption from happening. Both the kiddo, me, but also child protection services and the judge involved in the process.

She was way too young for me anyway, so I didn’t really have any crazy ideas about her yet, even though I did still have my “masterplan” in mind, obviously.

After the 2 years, the adoption was completed, and she legally got my last name, and from then on, the child protection service visits were basically only mandatory for once every 3 months.

After a few years, when she turned 14, I also started looking at her differently. She still didn’t mind taking showers together. This just stayed a habit.

Normally, I would only wash her back, but gradually, I started to wash more of her lower back too, and I would push my hands a bit further forward under her armpits as well, just so I could touch and feel her sideboob – for what was there, mostly the thoughts of it made me crazy.

She didn’t say anything about it, but this gave me a hard-on – which she did notice. She laughed and said: “Your dick ... It’s bigger now, why?” And she giggled.