RegressionRevolution

James grimaced. He acknowledged he had been placed in a difficult situation by the stipulations of his father's will but he didn't see any obvious route clear of agreeing to Thomas's instructions. He did wonder if it was worth claiming liable damages for entrapment but the fact was the will had been read by an independent lawyer who had offered no such impartial advice. "one year huh?"

They entered the plush interior of the private car from either side. James looked ahead, looking past the back of the driver's head to the front wind screen and the promise of daylight as the car climbed the exit ramp of the underground car park. "Legally I'm free to go back to my life as soon as you give the sign off." the silent question of course was why Thomas hadn't just done that already? What did he have planned? “Walk to work? What ever happened to keeping work life and home life seperate? I like commuting, it creates some decompression space between different stages in the day. I think the Japanese call it something like ma."

Irked by his friends patronising tone, James thought about going home to London but he considered the document he had just signed. If Thomas was his legal guardian, then what rights did he still have? If he travelled to the airport, would they still accept his passport or would they request he traveled only with his Guardian's consent, like a child needing parental permission. "Yeah, yeah okay. If everything is finished up here then we should go and talk. Don't feel obliged to put me up though, I can check into a hotel until we sort all this out and I go back to England."

"Thomas?" James nearly choked on his words as he returned the embrace of his high-school friend. He hadn't kept in touch but knew correspondence from home that Thomas had become a sort of PA to the late Mr. Stirling and although no one said it in public, Thomas was widely regarded as a suregote son. "So it's you. Isn't it? You're the named successor. You are to be my guardian?“ It was bittersweet. James had a fraternal love for Thomas but throughout there childhood together he had always retained a sense previlage over his friend. It was he who should have been appointed the successor not Thomas. How could he have allowed it to come to this? “Thomas, you can see how my father's Will puts us in an awkward position. I don't know what his intention were. Although no doubt we'll meaning, they are never the less unclear. But worry not, I'm sure we can come to an agreement ourselves. Tell me, what is is it going to take for you to approve the release of my patrimony and repeal of your guardianship?“

Central Park shivered silently under its blanket of snow. James could see it from the penthouse hotel suite. He could recognise buildings on skyline, properties once bought and sold by his father's investment firm. The very fabric of the city had been his legacy. New York had always been his father's city. It was only vaguely familiar to James, he had been a minority shareholder but had focused on his own investments in London, he couldn't point to any of Stirling Investments current property developments. The floor to ceiling glazing caught James's faint reflection against the blue canvas of the sky. A man of short stature, like his father, but with the softer features of his mother. He brushed a hand through his blond hair with a vexed sigh and turned away from the window to face the room. "You're telling me this isn't a joke?“ James fixed his gaze at the lawyer at the head of the table. A group of men and woman sat around him, all summoned with regards to reading of the late Alexander Stirling's Will. "It's explicit. You won't receive your patronimony or any inheritance until approved by Mr A. Stirling's appointed successor. You will also be placed into his guardianship, wavering your adult rights... I must confess it is an unorthodox proceedings but never the less fully ratified." The lawyer answered. He was well versed in the documentation. "Fuck it. Fine. I'm not going to turn my nose up at $46 million just because Dad thought it would be a laugh to set up some hoops for me to jump through." James signed the waiver with a gold plated pen. He was unaware of what his new legal guardian had planned for him.

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"So you're saying I have free licence to be an obnoxious brat?" I asked with a wicked grin. Considering the cutesy shirt I'd been dressed in the malice was likely sweetened by my childlike appearance. "So begins the mantra of 'Daddy I want this!" I paused for moment and thought about how I'd really feel about being self centred? I'd probably feel guilty and selfish but was that just my adult inhibitions getting in the way of me doing things that made me happy? I could see how regressing to the attitudes of a nine-year-old night be a good therepy. "Okay I'll try my best to do the things I want to do and not worry about you spoiling me. If you really don't mind that is?" Before heading back downstairs I fix my hair with a couple of clips to keep my fringe out of my face. It's fine to have my hair loose if I'm just in the house watching TV or something but it can get annoying having to constantly brush my fringe back if I'm out and about. As a bonus I'd picked out hair clips with ornamental butterflies on them. Completing the look of being a young girl again. "Hmmm is there a meal that is special to you or maybe like a regional dish unique to here? We could go and buy the ingredients." it would be noval for me and hopefully fun for Will. After my shoes are tied for me we approach the car and I hesitate. "Am I allowed to sit in the front or do I have to sit in the back I ask?“ I wasn't sure what the law was for child passengers in the USA. Obviously I was actually an adult, so it wasn't a problem for me to sit in the front passenger seat but today I was supposed to be nine years old and so I wanted to be treated as such, including being restricted in things I was allowed to do.

7"Squeaky clean." I reported happily, blushing slightly as my towel was gently pulled away. Thankfully Will had prepared clothes so I was able to redress quickly. "How will I be treated differently as a nine-year-old? “ I asked as I stepped barefooted into a streached pair of pastel panties, my hands on Will's shoulders like a little child supporting themselves. I wondered why I was being regressed further? I'd thought being eleven-years-old again had been going great but I reasoned that Will was the specialist in this, he would be making the best judgements on my behalf. I simply had to trust him. The grey leggings and bright shirt combo was a pretty contemporary look in my opinion. Not unlike something you might see a celebrity wearing casually but prohaps a version with a lower cut neckline and no frills at the hem. "A board game? But its sunny outside. Can't we go out and then come back and play a board game in the evening?“ I asked contrarily. It so happened that I liked board games, it merged a slightly needy side of me with my competitive self. Never the less outdoors and excersise were a greater passion. "Have you got any grocery shopping to do? I realise it sounds mundane but I'd quite like to see a Walmart or one of those other megastores while I'm here. I've only ever heard about how big they are."

It was a bit like an embrassing dream to walking along the landing of someone else's house totally in the nude, I felt like the house had eyes. It was different being nude in front of Will because the niggling back of mind reminding me of modest was overruled by my focus on playing the role of a child. A child doesn't show modesty, they are innocent in that regard. Thus I recognised that Will's participation in treating me as a child was an emotional crutch which reinforced my own acceptance of my role. In the bathroom I moved to draw a bath and realised that as with the sink, it had a single mixture tap, so I was able to leave one hand under the stream of water whilst adjusting the lever until I had a nice temperature and just leave it to fill whilst I coaxed my hair out of the twin braids Will had tied in on last night. This was a small luxury I wouldn't have had back home. Like most homes in the UK I had two faucets on my bath. One for hot water and one for cold water. The result of which was having the keep dipping a hand or a toe into the filling bath to see if the bath was too hot or too cold and having to adjust one tap or the other trying to find a balence. There was nothing worse than running a bath and trying to add some hot water at the end only to find there was no hot water left. I bathed slowly, enjoying the pleasant sensation of being emersed in warm water. For effeciency I usually took a shower before work in the mornings but I figured I was essentially on holiday so it was worth treating myself. After a while if soaking I reminded myself Will would be waiting for me, so I sat up and washed myself more dutifully, wishing my upper half could sink back into the water again. I emerged from the bathroom with a long towel tucked at bodice and small towel wrapped around my hair. There was no water dripping from me onto the carpet as I walked along the landing to the bedroom, I'd dried myself but my long hair would need a blow drier to do it quickly and skin was still moist to touch and sweetly fragranced. Will had had the kind sense to buy some feminine shampoo, conditioner, bath soak and salts for me to use rather than making to with the male branded equivalents. "I'm ready to get dressed." I was feeling self pleased about submitting myself to being helped to dress by Will again. It turned a daily chore into something socail. "What will be doing today?"

"These are cute." I comment on the clothes. They were certain like something you would find when shopping in the kids section of a clothing store. "I'd prefer to wash now if that's okay?“ I said as I raised my arms to allow my shirt to be pulled over my head. Bathing in the morning would be closer to my usual routine, although I made a point of only washing my hair ever other day as overwashing hair stripped out the natural oils. Standing in just my underwear I looked like a woman. My curves weren't disguised my clothing. Of course, as it happened, I looked like a women wearing children's underwear because that's what Will had given me to wear. "Can I go and wash myself or will you draw me a bath?

"I can make soda bread." I said brightly. "it's really easy and it's not proofed or baked." it hadn't occurred to me until that moment that the very thick farls of milk butter dough were basically a flatbread. "I can make drop scones to. Do American people eat scones?" I asked. I'd been shown how to make both the savoury and the sweet breads on a traditional iron gridle above a lit harth. It had been on a school trip to the 'folk musem' as an eight year old, in which we got to visit recreations of 20th century townhouses and farm cottages, including actors in period costume. I smiled wryly at the tea question "I hate to confirm that English stereotype but it does extend to Ireland. Everyone drinks tea." my smile turned mischievous as I thought of the character Mrs. Doyle the house keeper from the Irish comedy show 'Father Ted'. "Won't you have a cup o' tea Father? Ah, go on. Don't be silly now, go on. Ah go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. Go on. G'won. G'won. G'won." I impersonated the Mrs Doyle character in a thick Southern Irish accent, the repetition getting faster and faster until the words 'go on' fused into one as if by centrefugal force. "I wish I has my phone and I could show you clips from that show, it's very funny. Um, I suppose the prohibition on coffee extends to tea as well?“ Once our hearty breakfast was finished it was finished it was time for Daddy to help me get dressed for the day, so I followed him back upstairs. "I'm excited to see what outfit you'll pick out next." I told him with excited optimism.

(no worries. I think I was a couple of days without replying anyway.) I nodded wearily to Will's suggestions and rubbed sleep from my eyes. "what time is it?" I asked him. I was curious to know how long I'd slept. It felt like very little but it was likely just my internal body clock being out of sync. Elbows on the kitchen table, I cradled my head in my hands for a moment, willing my tiredness to go away. The sleepy feeling made me think of days I'd go into work early to try and get ahead on a project I was stressed about, only to be unproductive and waste the extra hours because I hadn't rested properly. "Day two. I feel tired but I think it's just jet lag. Coffee would help...?“ I let the suggestion hang for a moment but I was met with a frown. " um the Regression therepy thing is going good so far. Your good at it, like, taking care of me and making it feel real, not just pretend." I smiled bashfully and looked down at myself. I was still dressed in the 'princess' shirt and the pink pyjama bottoms, with Will speaking to me like an adult on level terms, I felt momentarily like an adult wearing kids clothes, rather than the young girl I'd been last night snuggling up to watch a movie. "yeah, it's nice being looked after. Really. I appreciate it." I looked up from my breakfast wondering if I was supposed to say more? Was this an impromptu counciling session or just Will checking up on me? “I'll take orange juice, thanks." I began cutting into my meal. "You know this is what they call a half English breakfast. It's missing sausage, tomato, beans and black pudding. Then, we're I'm from you'd have an Ulster fry, which is the same but you substitute the pudding for fried soda bread and potato bread."

"goodnight." I reciprocated feeling contented from the TLC of watching a movie together. Although I was relaxed, I found it impossible to sleep so early. I lay staring up at a purple illuminated ceiling, wishing for sleep but the more I became preoccupied with it the more futile it felt to close my eyes and try to drift off. Eventually I threw off the duvet and got put of bed. I'd had an idea on how to keep myself occupied until I felt tired. Earlier I'd played 'Pokemon Go Evee' on the Nintendo Switch with Will but the console itself was portable and gad an integrated screen, so I'll be able to play it quietly in my room. I opened my bedroom door slowly but it still creaked obnoxiously. I tiptoed along the landing, the lights were out and everything had strange otherworldly look to it, distorted by the darkness. I very much felt the excited nervousness of a kid who knows they are doing something they probably shouldn't. I crept down the stairs. I could see there were lights on in the living room. My heart pounded in my ears. Will looked straight at me. It was unavoidable, I couldn't pretend I wasn't there, I had to acknowledge him. "Um. I had to go to the bathroom. And now I'd like a glass of water please?“, I lied quickly. Ultimately I was sent back to be. I did eventually fall asleep. Ironically I didn't wake up by myself the next morning, Will had to wake me. There was a time difference between the USA and Ireland, so my body clock was out of sync. "Morn'in." I mumbled bleary eyed and yawned sitting up and waiting to see what will had in store for me today.

My pyjamas were girly. Once again I was looking my assigned age. I did have to admit the clothes were cute, I was happy to indulge Will and be his 'princess'. Obediently I sat cross-legged in front of Will. I'd already settled into the submissive role of child. It was easier to follow instructions than to have to act on my own initiative. It was also convenient to have things done for me, such as the chores of dressing and undressing. In that regard I was like a princess, I barely had to lift a finger. "just in two plaits please, back or front, doesn't matter. Do Americans call them plaits or braids?“ I was could easily braid my own hair fairly quickly but it was therapeutic to allow someone else to coax their fingers slowly through the tresses of my hair, gently stroking my head as they worked. Fly Away Home was avaliable on Netflix. I teared up during the opening scene of the car crash and Amy waking up to realisation she'd lost her mother, all to the music of '10,000 miles'. It was heartbreakingly sad but I managed not to cry because I knew the film had a happy ending. After my hair was done I tucked my legs underneath me and leaned back to cuddle against Will's chest. The initial melencholy tone of the film gave way to optimism as Amy's geese hatched. "Aww, look. They are so cute and fluffy.“ I smiled to myself at familiar jokes and took joy in the triumphs of the characters. Eventually it wound around the ending, in which Amy has to leave her Dad behind to lead the geese on the last section of their journey to sanctuary. It's an emotional scene and the "farewell" lyric of the song from the start now playing afresh seems especially poignant, embued with a newfound sense of hope for future. A little pathetically I cry as the credits roll, overwhelmed by the endeavour we've watched. "sorry." I sniff and try to wipe a few stray tears off from my cheeks with the back of my hand. It might have seemed like I was upset but I'd actually really enjoyed the film.

"you want me to get ready for bed this early!" I exclaimed around a mouthful of salad. I glanced towards the window. It was starting to get dark, so couldn't use the excuse that it was still bright outside. "hmmm okay but only if I get to pick the movie?“ I bartered. As I took a sip of water from my glass I wondered what the consequences of me saying no would be? We hadn't really talked about punishments for disobedience. I was overly worried though because I knew I could always use my safe word to end the treatment if I wanted to. I cleared my plate because the meal was tasty and not overly filling, it was just right. Afterwards I helped with washing up but it really just a case of rinsing our plates prior to Will placing them in the dishwasher. "I wanna watch 'Fly Away Home'." I announced as I dried my hands with a tea towel. It had been my favourite film when I was younger, obviously I couldn't recommend one of the adult films I enjoyed. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face while Will picked out something for me to wear to bed. "have you got some hair elastics?" I asked him upon my return the bedroom. I'd taken off the hairband I'd been wearing and I was hoping to put my hair into two braids instead. My mother had always recommended doing it. It stopped the hair pulling if I lay on it as I slept, reduced tangles from tossing and turning and it also made the hair a little wavy after undoing the braids in the morning, which was pretty neat.

I was annoyed that Will insisted on holding my hand again on the walk home as if I was a little kid but said nothing because the surprise had been wonderful, so I was willing to show some appreciation and be a 'good girl' for him. "I would like apple juice please." I answered when we were back in the open plan kitchen. It was quite a novelty to pierce the foil carton top and sticking the juice through a straw, causing that obnoxious slurping sound at the end as the drew parts air and parts liquid. I don't think I'd had a carton of juice in literally years. The last thing I'd drank with a straw had been an iced coffee. "Do you recycle these?" I asked holding my collapsed juice carton and wondering where the relevant was. In N.Ireland we were supposed to recycle most of our household waste, so we had five small colour coded bins for different items. After getting a drink I went back to playing Pokemon Go Evee. After a couple of hours Will got up and started to prepare dinner for the two of us. I lazily stayed glued to the TV rather than offering to help with the preparations as was my inclination. I had no idea that tomorrow Will intend to regress me even further, so I was missing out on the opportunity to be trusted to chop things unsupervised. Speaking of supervision, since the house was open plan, Will was able to keep an eye on me as he cooked. He noticed as I took myself discreetly off to the toilet again to relieve my small bladder.

Since he'd made a challenge of it I had to prove to Will I could beat the monkey bars. In truth it wasn't it wasn't difficult. I was slim, so I waa easily able to hold my own body weight and in any case my feet were only a foot from the ground if I did fall. I swung along them fairly quickly but still felt exhilarated after finishing the task from the slight burn in my arm and shoulder muscles. It was like a day at the gym. "Watch me do the slide." I said, tugging down my shirt and hoodie where my midrift had become exposed before jogging off towards the slide. The slide was incorporated into the climbing frame. I had to scale a short climbing face up to a platform first. This was easy because I was big enough to streach up to a high foothold and clamber up in the minimal amount of moves. It was a good thing I was eleven and not younger, I had an awkward vision of Will electing to help me up, hands on my bum, pushing me up the climbing face and ready to catch me if I lost balance. Once I was on the platform there was a tunnel I had to crawl through to get across to the second platform where the top of the slide was. Luckily the was constructed tall and wide enough for adults to reach into and extract their kids, otherwise I might have had to go prone and squeeze through on my stomach like G I Jane on the assault course. Instead I was able to crawl through on my hands and knees, which inevitable had me thinking about what my psychologist had warned, the possibility of being regressed back to a toddler or a baby. I pretty sure I wouldn't need to go back that fair, from the fun I was having so far it seemed like I was making good progress as an eleven year old. When I reached the slide Will was waiting at the bottom. I pushed myself down. The leggings I was wearing were great for sliding, they offered little resistance against the cool smooth steel of the slide. I went up and down three more times before deciding I'd played enough for one day. "Will? I'm thirsty can we go back and get something to drink please?“

I open my eyes and blink at the array of brightly coloured tubular metal structures rising like the ribs of a shipwreck from a calm sea of rubberised play surface. "Its a play park." I announce softly with an air of uncertainty and take a tentative step forward. My brain begins to sort and categorise the structures before be. One by one old aquitences make themselves know to me. There is a slide, swings, monkey bars, climbing frame, a fire man's pole, a seesaw and those rocking springy things for very little children. I look at the swing and then back at Will. "Will you push me?“ My hair streams behind me and I laugh for joy as I'm propelled forward and up towards the clear blue sky before gripping the chains a little tighter as myself feel myself pendulum back towards the ground again. Old muscle memory reawaken and my legs swing forward and folded back beneath the rubber seat to throw my weight back and forth for extra momentum. Eventually I weary. My legs stop kicking. Will spots this and stop push against my back. I let my sneakers scrap against the ground and come to a stop. "That was fun. What now?“ I ask, as I stand my feet are a little wobbly. I'm a bit dizzy from the rush of the swing. I used to go the park with my friends all the time when was eleven. Though less for excited play like when I was a little kid, a more simply as a place to hangout since it centrally located between our houses, the shops and the school. Never the less, even as an older kid I still loved to swing. It was revitalising to get the chance to do it again as an adult. I wondered why I didn't just pop round to the park for a swing after a stressful day at work?

I pouted. I wasn't even putting it on to appear cute, I was genuinely vexed at Will reversing my sassy comment in order to tease me. "hmmpf. Are we nearly there yet? You said it was near by." I still couldn't guess what the supprise was and I suspected Will might be even more excited about it than I was. He must have been looking forward to seeing my reaction. "um, she was just called Bun-bun I was only five when I got her. I was very imaginative when it came to naming things." I admitted meekly.

"Now your keeping me in suspense! No fair. I'm sure it must violate some international Human Rights Law. Something like, the convention against kidnapping information conducive to the excitement of a little girl. Or something." I knew I was talking nonsense I just wanted to see if I could be cutsie enough to break Will's silence on our destination. " Turquoise is pretty." I nodded in agreement, thinking of gemstone jewellery. " um my favourite stuffed animal as a kid was definitely my floppy rabbit toy with a lavender dress. I used to play with it a lot. I don't remember when I got rid of it. It might even still be at my Mum's house somewhere in the attic." I tried not to imagine my precious childhood toy nesting baby spiders and covered in dust and webs. I felt my stomach drop as I experienced a sense of shame in having abandoned my toy, rather than continuing to cherish and look after it. I guess it was just a consequence of growing up. Which was ironic given my current circumstance. I looked at Will uncertainly as he took my hand and held my loose for a moment before coupling it with his. To be honest I was taken off guard. He had asked. I suppose he didn't need to ask, he's supposed to be my Daddy in this roleplay therepy, not my date. I blushed a little and looked around to see if anyone was staring. Was eleven years old too old to have your hand held crossing the street? I was certain it was old enough to complain about it in any case. "Will. People might see." I whispered, hushed but urgent. It illected no response, Will continued to hold my hand while we were on the other side of the street. I tried to act my age, if anything it would give me some camouflage, people might actually mistake me for a wayward Eleven year old rather than an adult woman being regressed. "Dad-d-dy!“, I whined and blushed furiously as I called him it. " I'm not gonna run away. You don't have to hold my hand."

"I'm excited to find out what my surprise is. Is it something spontaneous or something you planned?" I wondered aloud. It was a warm enough afternoon that I didn't need more than my hoodie. I was rested from my nap and the sneakers felt light on my feet. I bounced energetically on the balls of my feet. I felt hyped, like I did before before going for a run but of course I wasn't going to break into a jog a leave Will behind. Especially due to my unfamiliarity with the area. There were little things amiss which added to sense of being in a strange place. Cars driving on the other side of the road. Mail boxes on posts at end of the drive. Things you didn't see in the UK. "I have two answers. When I was little, I used to say my favourite colour was white, because you can draw over it and I suppose if you filled it in completely it can be whatever colour you fancy. I think that's a kind of philosophy which must have stuck with me growing up. My vocation is the arts." I wondered if I was supposed to talk about my grown up life? Things like graduating art college and my career. Prohaps that would be out of character? I continued my answer from Eleven year old Jo's perspective. "Now I say that my favourite colour is green. I know that sounds a little cliche coming from an Irish gal but it's true. I like colour of sea glass on the beach, the colour of hills where the hares frollick and... hmm?" I paused, wondering how to finish. "... the colour of old dusty reading lamps in Trinity Library." I laughed, pleased with my own poetic prowess. " what about you Will? What do you like?“

I showed Will my hands and nodded. Of course I'd remembered, I was eleven, not five! I didn't need any help in the toilet. Never the less I kind of liked being belittled by him with little thoughtful comments like that. "The white ones please." I requested and sat down on the floor. Will put the sneakers onto my feet but I was allowed to lace them up by myself. "These aren't going to have lights, or roller heels, or some other kiddie gimmick, are they?" I asked suspiciously but they genuinely were just plain sensible sneakers. The kind of casual wear any eleven year old would wear. They were comfy too, a good fit. We left the house and walked alongside Will. I had no idea where anything was so obviously I had to let him take the lead. "It feels weird not having a handbag or at least my purse with me." I told him in a hushed voice. I felt the compulsion to check my phone but obviously I didn't have it with me. I wondered if I had any messages? I had told pretty much everyone I was taking a sabbatical.

I rolled my eyes at Will's Evee question. "Yeah, of course I like Evee. She's the cutest. Um, I don't like any of the evolutions as much, I prefer that Evee stays little... Kind of like me." I blushed a little at my own expense. After being directed to the downstairs toilet, I was called out on my evasive behaviour. I guess there was no secrets from a trained therepist. "uh, well, I was thinking since it's still daytime it might be nice to go out for a walk. You could show me around the neighbourhood." I paused and looked down at my grey leggings, wondering what footware appropriate for an eleven year old I would be presented with. "it's just that I know I'm supposed to be eleven now but I'd be worried about what your neighbours might say and think if they see me dressed or acting like kid." I looked up at Will. I assumed I wasn't his first patient. Presumably he'd been on walks with other regressed adults and had advice. I went to the toilet as directed. After washing my hands I marvelled at my appearence in the mirror for a moment. I did feel like I looked younger. Maybe it was the absence of makeup. Maybe it was the clothes. Maybe it was purely a state of mind thing? I adjusted the shiny red hairband with a little bow on one side that I'd been given earlier and bounced back out to the living room to see what Will had in store for us. I was ceelung6full of energy and life.

"Pokemon is amazing." I corrected him flatly. In truth I'd lost interest as a teenager and not played any of the newly released Pokemon games as an adult but did have an Evee (the most adorable of all the Pokemon) plushie which a friend had gifted me and I'd held on to. With a gleefully smile I accepted the coke and we went through to the living room with Will. "Thank you. I won't spill it." it was nice to be spoiled but it was also a little humiliating to be belittled. Of course I wouldn't spill the glass, I was only pretending to be a kid after all, or was I expected to knock it over as part of the roleplay? I suspected I simply supposed to feel like I wasn't trusted like an adult. Will set Pokemon up for me. I was expecting to be given a handheld console, and I was, just not the one I was expecting. I gasped in suppose, exhilarated. I was holding a Nintendo Switch, with Pokemon Go Evee (the latest game) set up to play on the TV screen so that Will could watch. "oh this is so cool. Look it's Evee! My favourite." I squealed in delight as I selected the female Pokemon trainer character (who also happens to be 11) and an adorable Evee bounced up on to her hat to ride around as she walks. The new game and controls were new to me but the fame was effective a remake of the same game I'd played as a kid, just with new graphics rendering adorable Pokemon in 3d. "This is so cool." I repeated. In the game my character started to explore the first village. Whilst I myself tucked my legs under myself and got comfy on the sofa with Will. I played for 2 hours with no sign of wishing to quit. I asked (sans, forced) Will to help me name new Pokemon I caught and I discovered he could join me in the game to play cooperatively. I paused the game. I'd been feeling my bladder grow irritated by the coke for some time and Will had probably noticed me crossing my legs and fidgeting. "um, I'm going to the toilet. Is there one downstairs? Afterwards do you wanna play more Pokemon or do something different?“ after being sat down I kind of fancied stretching my legs and going for a walk to see the neighbourhood but I didn't voice that suggestion because I realised it might be awkward given how I was dressed. I wondered if it was obvious I was dressed as a kid? Maybe not, but I didn't doubt Will would say something embrassing to me in public in his role as 'daddy'.

[Don't apologise] “EhRa-Eh. EhRr-uh." Eirene babbled, struggling against an unfamiliar tongue to announciate her own name. For moment the infant girl sat sat, tears welling in her eyes looking as if she was going to cry but unusually she took a deep breath and calmed herself down. "Eh... IA.. Rr.. Un..Eh." she carefully tried saying the syllables, not quite successfully. Bottom line was she needed to practice speaking and getting a grip on her vocals. She had a lot of questions for Erik, she wanted to know what had happened to her (aside from the obvious) but she needed a way for communicating. What about non-verbal? She tried accessing the Net, if she could link her ebrain to his they could share thoughts. She couldn't find a way to wirelessly interface her brain or detect any signals around her. She had a frustrating suspicion that parts of her cyberbrain were childlocked. After all you didn't give a child access to the Net without supervision or even a phone without parent controls on it. She hoped it was a case of functionality being disabled rather than simply not being installed, provided the hardware and software we're there she might be able to find a work around the child lock later on or have Erik disable them. For now she was still left unable to communicate. She needed to think. She might be trapped in an enfeebled body but she still had her mind. She remembered something Erick had told about paralysis in the past before cybernetic prosthesis were anything like today. There had been a simple computer technology which could pick up tiny movements. In the patients case it had been the movement of their eye. With that simple analogue Input they could cycle through and select letters on a screen to form words and communicate. It was a story of hope against adversity. I didn't have a computer to interface with and make words, I would have to go more primative. Morse code. I slapped by hand against the chair I was sat on, or occasionally just my lap when I missed. The childlike subroutines in my ebrain caused me to giggle at this play like activity but I hoped Erick noticed the pattern. E. I. R. E. N. E. [oh, strange. I realised I changed perspective half way through. I'll correct it later]