age regression Katie Ann [Ch 1 - 35 of 75+]

[Tracey]

Interesting to see that Adam now has Katie Ann back in diapers, the transition seems to have go well, either she hasn't realised the gentle transition from pullups because she hasn't complained, or is she fully aware and secretly enjoying being back in diapers?

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024
~o~O~o~

Chapter Nineteen: Where We Going

    Saturday morning, Daddie got Katie Ann out of bed bright and early.  He changed her diaper while she was still half asleep after removing her nightie. He then dropped a pink t-shirt with a bow just below her collarbone on it.  

    “I want to get off soon, Princess. Can you finish dressing yourself?” he asked.

After she nodded, she was handed a flower-embroidered denim jumper to put on. Daddie left to go to his room to get ready.  She found a pair of socks waiting for her on her bed, so she finished getting dressed for the day.  She wondered what time it was. The sun didn’t look fully up yet. She wondered if Daddie purposely didn’t put a clock in her bedroom. 

    She questioned outside her room, “Daddie?”

A disembodied voice came up the steps, “Downstairs, Sweetie. Make sure you bring anything you want for your car bag downstairs with you. It will be a long ride to where we are going today.”

Following Daddie’s instructions, she grabbed the library book and headed downstairs.  Seeing movement in the kitchen, she wandered towards it.  It appeared to her that Daddie was getting breakfast ready for the two of them. Her bib was sitting on the back of the high chair, and the tray was removed. 

He helped her up in the chair before strapping her in and putting the bib on her. Finally, he put the tray in place. “Where are your pills, sweetie?” he asked her.

    “In the front pocket of my backpack, Daddie.”

    He headed to the mudroom to get her pills. He soon was setting a pill on the tray, along with a sippy cup of apple juice. He set a plate of pancakes in front of her before grabbing his own plate and sitting next to her.  

She started eating the delicious food while wondering where they were going. According to the clock on the microwave across the room, it was seven thirty in the morning.  After she was done eating, her face looked like she painted her face with syrup. She sat patiently, waiting for her Daddie to finish eating.  

After he was done, he attacked Katie's messy face before putting bows in her hair. Letting her down, both of them went to the mud room to put on shoes, with her sitting patiently for him to do hers.  After her light-up tennis shoes were on, they went to the car. He opened the door for her to crawl into her car seat.

After strapping her in, he went to the driver’s seat and started backing out of the garage. After she grabbed her book from her car bag, she asked, “Where are we going, Daddie?”

    “The Zoo, Princess”

    With worry spreading across her face, she asked nervously, “What Zoo?” Katie asked as she looked at how she was dressed.

    “I don’t think anyone, looking at how you are dressed, would think you are an adult right now, Katie Ann. Even your boss probably wouldn’t recognize you. But we are going to Pittsburgh, not Susquehanna Valley. The reason is because I know you would be too nervous to enjoy yourself.  So relax, Princess,” he told her.

    She told him, “Last time my friends and I went to the zoo, they tried to get me in as a child to tease me, but it didn’t work.  They were told good try, and the lady selling tickets greeted me by name.” Thinking, she continued softly as if to herself, “Granted, some things were different then,” looking at her clothes again and feeling the bows on her ears.

    She returned to her book to stop distracting her Daddie and let him drive safely to the zoo.  About an hour and a half later, he told her that they were there.  After they were parked and he got out of the car, Daddie stopped at the door opposite her, not her door first. Coming to her door, he unstrapped her. He proceeded to hand her a red ladybug rain jacket while saying, “Please put this on, sweetie. It is sprinkling.”

    After putting her rain jacket on, she followed her Daddie hand in hand towards the entrance to the Zoo.  Once they got to the entrance area, he paid for admission for one adult and one child. While entering the park, they paused in front of the stroller rental area. He asked her teasingly, “Do we have to get you a stroller?”

She wasn’t sure how to answer that. An actual seven-year-old probably would walk. Daddie was in control of her according to the contract. That was something that hadn’t been brought up in a while, and she didn’t want to break the illusion with the other people standing around.

He took her lack of answer as not wanting one, so said, “Maybe not. You are too old for one.” He took her hand to continue to where the animals were.

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    As they were walking through the giftshop to leave the Zoo, Katie Ann asked her Daddie, “Can I get something, please?”

    “That depends on what you want, Princess?”

    “That stuffed otter, and ...” she said, pointing at about a 15-inch long otter, and then after pointing at a pink t-shirt with a polar bear on it, “... that t-shirt, plllleeeaassseee, Daaddddiiiieeee.”

    “Go grab your otter, and I will go see if the shirt is your size,” he told her, shaking his head as he headed to the shirt.

    She gladly skipped to grab an otter and came back to her Daddie.  He was flipping through the shirts, then pulled two out and held them up to her for size.  “Would an XS or S be better,” he said to no one in particular.

    Seeing a teenager who worked at the gift shop, he asked if they had a fitting room and got directed to a curtained-off corner. He headed there with shirts in one hand and Katie Ann in the other hand. Closing the curtain, he had her remove her jumper and then handed her the S to try over her other shirt. Deciding that it went on her a little too easy, he had her try the XS shirt. 

    “Ok, take that off, sweetie, and put your jumper back on. We will go with the small. Extra small is a little tight on you,” he told her. They head to the till to pay for the items before heading to the car. After she was strapped in, Daddie started driving through the city streets of Pittsburgh before saying we are here.

    “Where is here, Daddie?” she asked when it looked like another parking lot.

    “The Botanical Gardens, Princess.”

Leaving the car, they held hands and went to the big glass building.  “One adult and a kid, please,” he told the lady behind the counter.

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Katie Ann had really liked the Gardens, especially the children’s garden. After they were back in the car, Daddie started back to Riverville. They stopped for a happy meal for her mid-route.  After they were back on the road, Katie’s book dropped out of her hands as she drifted asleep.  

Daddie, having heard the sound of the book falling, looked back at her. When he saw Katie was asleep, he smiled at how cute she looked sleeping.  He pulled the car off to the shoulder so he could take a picture of her and pick the book up so as not to ruin it.  He was very careful not to wake her while he picked it up.  Soon, they were back on the road, not that she would notice in her relaxed state.

    Pulling into the driveway, he said, “Katie Ann, time to wake up.”  Her eyes popped open as if she were a doll, and she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.  “Morning, Sunshine,” he continued.

    She looked around, surprised they were already home, and asked, “Did I fall asleep, or did you turn on warp speed?”

    “Warp speed, Sweetie. No, you fell asleep, and I got the photo evidence to prove your cute state,” he said, getting out of the car to let her out.

After he unstrapped her, he picked her up and said, “It is time for you to become my rag doll again, Buttercup.”    

    He carried her directly upstairs, setting her down on the changing table and strapping her down. Turning to her closet, he pulled out a dress bag and set it on her bed.  Turning back to her, he changed her bottom.  After he took her shoes and socks off and her jumper and shirt off, he put her in the doll’s one piece, making sure her hands were in fists. He took her bows out and then zipped the headpiece shut.

    Sitting Katie back on the ground, he put the rag doll outfit on her before hairpinning her wig on her. Directing her to the bed, he told her, “Be a good little doll while I go get the face paint for your face.”

    Soon after he walked out of the room, Buttercup heard the doorbell going crazy. She could then hear muffled voices whiffling up the stairs. Footsteps up the stairs were the last thing she heard before she saw Mrs. Bullard and Owner walking into the room. He was just shrugging at her about the situation.

    Mrs. Bullard addressed her, “As I told Adam downstairs, I am not stupid. A daughter doesn’t appear out of nowhere!”

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Author's Note: Comments, and questions are always welcomed. 

I will be away from a physical computer for the next week and half to two weeks. I will resume posting when I have access to a physical computer again.  I will have my cell phone, but not a physical computer. -- Thanks Becky

 

[Tracey]

OMG this will be interesting. Not only is Katie and Adam’s secret that is not really a seven year old out of the bag, she is dressed as a ragdoll and diapered. What will Mrs Bullard make of that?

Adam will want her to keep their secret, in return Mrs Bullard will most likely want something out of the arrangement. Will she have her own plans for little Katie? 

Enjoy your time away, this cliff hanger will most definitely keep your readers in suspense as we try and second guess what the future may hold for little Katie.

 

 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

Proofread by Jamie M

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty: I Am Not Stupid
    
    Mrs. Bullard repeated herself, “I am not stupid. She isn’t your daughter.  Remember, Adam, I have known you since grade school.” Breathing, she continued, “Eight years ago, when Katie would have been conceived, you would have been sixteen or seventeen. You were dating my sister at that time.”

    Katie Ann just looked down at her feet, not knowing what to do in this situation. She was supposed to be a doll, so she was not to move or talk. She didn’t have any input in the case. She also hoped in her mind that the dating Mrs. Bullard was talking about was in the past.

    Sara Bullard continued, “She is not my niece. I also have never pegged you, Adam, for the cheating type. Also, up ’til the middle of the summer, you had Heidi regularly coming over on the weekends. You were not exactly secretive about what you did with her.  I don’t try to be nosy, but you don’t shut your curtains.  Suddenly, she stopped coming, and Katie showed up a few months later, who, according to this room, is probably wearing the same stuff,” as she patted the little girl on the bottom. “Yep, she is.”

    “I hardly doubt that you would force an actual child to wear diapers. So unless she is incontinent, she probably isn’t really seven. She looks believable but a little tall,” she said. She turned to Katie Ann, and she said, “Who are you, and how old are you?”

    Sighing, Owner said, “She is...”

    Sara said, “No, I want her to answer.”

    Sighing again, he said, “Kathleen, you can talk and move.”

    Sighing, Katie answered, “I am Kathleen or Katie Ann Telgenhof. When I am not willingly a young seven-year-old, I am a nineteen-year-old college student.”

    “And he isn’t forcing you to be young, is he? You apparently put on a good show, or at least when you are around Stacy.  Every other word out her mouth is Katie this, Katie that,” She continued.

    “I came into this relationship as a submissive. Daddie or Owner decides what I am going to be. He usually treats me as a seven-year-old, with a hint of toddler thrown in the mix in private. I do enjoy being a child because I have the most freedom.” Katie started sadly because she figured she was probably going to lose her friend.  She continued, “It used to upset me when people treated me like a child because I was trying to be an adult and failing at it. But in my child persona, my life just feels right. And people don’t look down at me as a child.”

    Sara, noticing that this was hard for Katie, was rubbing the rag doll's back. She asked both of them, “Since you both are technically adults, is this a sexual relationship?”

    Katie said, “Nope, I am under contract to him, and no sex is in it.  For that matter, no abuse of any kind is in it, too.”

    “What is she wearing on her chest? It feels strange,” Sara asked.

The doll answered, “A binder. It makes my AA chest flat,” as Adam threw a binder from the dresser to Sara.

 Katie, figuring out where this conversation was going spoke, “I will avoid spending time around Stacy. I won’t go with her to Sunday school tomorrow.”

Daddie told her, “That won’t be a problem, Katie Ann, you won’t go back to church.”

Sara interrupted, “Neither of you will do either of those things. Stacy will still escort you,” pointing at Katie, “to the first and second-grade Sunday school class. Adam, you will still take your daughter to church on Sundays when she is here.  I didn’t come here to break the two girls up. Katie and Stacy appear to be good friends and are having fun together. Adam, you will still be Stacy’s occasional babysitter, too.  Nothing will change between our two houses except that the truth will be known. The status quo will remain. What were your plans for tomorrow, Adam, before I stopped by?”

“Take her to church and then back to college after she puts casual clothes on,” he said.

“Your plans for tomorrow are now, no ifs or buts about it, taking her to church. You then will come directly to my house to have dinner. Then you can take her to college later.” The neighbor lady said in an authoritarian tone.

Daddie and Katie just shrugged at each other.

As Mrs. Bullard was getting ready to leave the room, Katie asked, “So I can still be friends with Stacy?”

Coming back to Katie, Sara patted her on the head and told her, “Yes, you may. Stacy would kill me if I kept you two apart. Though someone needs to tell her the truth, leave that up to me.”

“How will I know when Stacy knows?” Katie inquired.

“She will tell you when she knows,” Sara told the worrisome little girl as she walked out of the room, with Adam following her. 

He came back into the room and, after picking her up, said, “I am too emotionally tired to put your face on. You will sleep like that in my bed tonight, Buttercup,” as he carried her across the hall.

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Walking into church the next day, Katie Ann, in a lovely Lavender dress and a matching bow on top of her braid, was attacked by what can only be described as tropical storm Stacy.  Stacy grabbed her hand and told Daddie, “I am going to borrow Katie for a bit, Mr. Olsen.” 

He nodded yes at Stacy in response to the departing girls. 

Smiling, Stacy led Katie towards some other young girls, saying to the girls, “Becka, Heather, this is Katie, my neighbor.” The three girls started talking a mile a minute, with Katie occasionally putting her bit in but mostly just being shy.

Stacy, seeing Katie was mostly quiet, asked her in a whisper, “Are you ok, Katie?”

“I am shy, plus nervous about something,” Katie whispered back.

Stacy whispered, “We will talk at my house about the nervous issue, but you weren’t shy two weeks ago.”

Katie, with a slight tongue showing, said, “You didn’t give me a chance to be shy two weeks ago!”

Stacy said quietly, “Oh,” as her mother ushered both of the girls toward the sanctuary.  

Katie looked around for her Daddie and didn’t see him as she followed Stacy’s Mommie.  They were led to a pew in the church, where she saw her Daddie and another guy waiting for them.  It seemed to her that Mrs. Bullard purposely sat between the two young girls.

After the preacher released the children, Katie followed Stacy toward the same classroom as last time. Once they got there, Katie counted ten to fifteen first and second-graders again.  The only difference between this time and last time is the teacher personally greeted Katie as she entered the room. 

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    Again, after Sunday school was over, Katie followed Stacy back to the common room, holding tight to her artwork. She was getting more nervous about what would happen at the Bullards.  Stacy hadn’t mentioned knowing anything while they were in the church, but maybe that was by design. Stacy was definitely still her friend. She was more nervous about Mrs. Bullard.  And who had that mystery guy been in the pew with them?

Once they got back to the gathering room, she noticed her Daddie talking and drinking coffee again. She patiently waited for him to see her.  When he did, she gave him her artwork. She then went to usurp a cookie and stand near Stacy, who was standing near the mystery guy. She tapped Stacy on the shoulder, causing her friend to jump in surprise.

“Katie, you scared me, … oh, this is my Daddie, Daddie, this is Katie,” Stacy said.

Mr. Bullard said to Katie, “I have heard all about you from my talkative daughter. It's nice to finally meet you.”

Thinking to herself, Katie thought, “And probably from his wife.” She said out loud, “Thank you, sir.”

“Daddie, can I ride with Mr. Olsen, or Katie ride with us?” Stacy asked.

Mr. Bullard said, “You both need boosters; you two can be separated for the short time it takes to get home.”

Stacy had a pout on her face, and she led Katie over to a bench to wait impatiently since it looked like the adults were going to talk for a while.  The two girls quietly played tic tac toe in the velvet of the seat while they were waiting since they were bored. 

“Katie, Stacy, time to go, sweeties,” they heard Sara say.

Katie got up and erased the evidence of their game. She went to where Daddie was standing.  She was helped into her seat when they got to the car.  After she was strapped in, he started driving, following the Bullards. Not that he needed directions, though, to his home.  After Daddie had unstrapped her, she started walking away from the car. She hadn’t walked halfway between the houses when Stacy grabbed her hand, dragged her toward her parents, and asked, “Now, can I tell her?”

“Yes, you may.”

Looking at Katie, Stacy said, “I know you have two different ages, but I don’t care,” which got a smile out of the regressed girl.  Continuing, she asked, “What school do you go to? You never told me?” 

“Mountain College,” was the answer Stacy received, as they were walking in the house.

“No, no, that is where the older you goes. I can’t exactly tell my friends that. Where does my good friend, Katie, go?” 

“Oh, Clearwater Elementary in Clearwater, I live with my Mommie there. That is the answer I told the hairstylist,” Katie said, giggling with a smile.

Stacy turned and looked at Daddie and asked, “Speaking about that, can I get my hair braided like Katie, Mr. Olsen, please?”

“One or two braids?”

Thinking about it, she answered, “Two, please.”

    “I need to run home before I can do that,” he said, turning to run home. He wasn’t gone long when he came back. To Katie, it looked like he had grabbed her diaper bag and a shopping bag.  Taking the shopping bag, he sat on the couch and patted the seat next to him for Stacy to sit down at.   Soon, she spotted two pigtails with white ribbons tickling her ears. “You two girls switch spots, please,” he said.

Katie sat down in the spot and felt her Daddie undoing her hair before braiding it again in pigtails with ribbons tickling her ears, too.  

“Both of you sit very closely together, please,” he said.

The two girls felt him messing with the braid close to the other girl; they weren’t sure what he was doing.  Soon, Katie’s Daddie said, “Go show your Mommy in the kitchen, Stacy.”

Stacy tried to get up to show her Mommie, only to have her head jerk back towards Katie.  They discovered that Daddie had hair-banded the two girls' braids together. Slowly, the two girls got up and walked towards the kitchen. It caused the two guys to smile at their struggle.  Walking into the kitchen, Sara greeted the girls with, “What do we have here?”

“Daddie is mean!” Katie exclaimed in a pouty voice.

“Let me separate you two so we can eat.”

“No, let me get photo evidence first,” Mr. Bullard said with an evil chuckle. He had the girls stand in front of a wall and then took their picture a few times. He made sure the braid was in the picture before separating the two girls.  Stacy led Katie to the table and made sure they were sitting together.  

Mrs. Bullard came behind the two girls and tucked a napkin in their necklines. “You both are wearing dress clothes. I know how messy you can be, Stacy, and Katie probably is too.”

Katie looked at the plate and saw that it was already loaded with a kid-size portion of potatoes, brussels sprouts, and some tender-looking meat. She wasn’t thrilled about the sprouts, but Mrs. Bullard had been an excellent host, so she would eat it. They had Stacy say grace, and then everyone tucked in their food.  The adults started conversing about the two girls, while the girls just stayed quiet and ate their food. 

“Where did you two go yesterday?” Mrs. Bullard asked.

“The zoo,” Daddie answered.

Mr. Bullard said, “‘I always liked ‘Hanna Valley.”

“We didn’t go there. Someone would not have enjoyed that,” Daddie said, looking at Katie.

Almost in unison, all the Bullards asked, “Why?” Stacy, in particular, was looking at her friend like she had grown a horn.

Katie started to open her mouth, but Daddie continued, “The older her volunteers are there, so she wouldn’t have had a fun time. She would always be worried if someone would make the connection.”

“Oh,” Stacy said while Mr. Bullard was looking at her like he just made a connection like he had seen her before. With that, the subject was changed, this time to older hers college and major.  Katie went to try to answer those questions. She realized they didn’t want her answers; they wanted Daddie’s answers when they ignored her first answer.

Soon, Mrs. Bullard was cleaning the plates off the table and setting apple pie in front of everyone. After the pie was done, the girls were excused to Stacy’s room. Stacy mentioned, “My room is not as cool as the room you have. I don’t have a turret.  I used to love to sleep in that room when I stayed overnight with Mr. Olsen.”

“Does he not watch you anymore?”

“No, he still does occasionally, but it is no longer a guest room. It is your room now.”

“I think he did redecorate it for me, but you are welcome to sleep in when I am gone. Heck, you are welcome to share the bed with me. We are small enough.”

The girls sat down to play Guess Who quietly while the adults talked downstairs.  Katie eventually realized that she had a problem, so she told Stacy, “I will be back. I have to deal with something.”

She walked back downstairs, following the voices of the adults, and all conversation stopped when she entered the room.  Looking at them, she asked, “What are you three discussing?”

“You,” was the answer she got.

“Oh,” and she turned to leave, sadly.

“Did you need something, Princess?” Daddie asked.

“Yes, I need a change,” she embarrassedly mumbled.

Mrs. Bullard, having just barely heard it, said, “I will do it. Where is her diaper bag?”

After being told where it was and getting it, Mrs. Bullard led Katie back up to Stacy’s room. After laying a pad down on Stacy’s bed to protect it, she asked Katie to lie down on it.  Katie found it a little embarrassing to be changed by her friend’s mom while said friend watched.  

After the regressed girl was dry, she felt a pat on her bottom and was told, “You two continue playing nicely.”

Soon, they heard, “Katie Ann, help Stacy clean up. It is time to go,” being yelled up the stairs by Daddie.

After they cleaned up, they walked downstairs together. Katie was surprised to discover it was already after four o’clock. They had been there for over four hours.  After she got hugs from all the Bullards, Daddie took her hand and led her to the car, strapping her car seat.

She realized she was still in her dress clothes, so she said, “Daddie?”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Did I lose my tennis shoes?”

“No, they are with your clean laundry in the back.”

“Ok,” was her reply, as she grabbed the book from her car bag to occupy herself during the hour ride.

After they got to the college, she was unstrapped, and after grabbing the items from the back, they went upstairs to the cluster, where they saw Tiffany pacing. It was as if she was impatiently waiting for something or someone to return.  Setting her items on her bed, she hugged Daddie goodbye and told him, “See you in two weeks, Daddie.”

She was putting her laundry away when Tiffany knocked on the door.  After she let her in, she returned to putting her items away.  

Tiff spoke, “Little sister, you look cute. Your Sunday best?”

“Yes, we went directly from church to the neighbor’s house, to college. I will need your or Ally’s help undoing the buttons in the back at bedtime.  Have you eaten dinner yet? I am hungry?” she told Tiff as the pull-up packages were put away.

Taking her hand, Tiff said, “Come on, little sis, let’s go get dinner. I can’t wait to show off the cutie pie you are.”
 

 

[BabySofia]

Glad to see you're back from vacation! Hope it was a good one! 🙂

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

Proofread by Jamie M

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-One: My New Toy

Katie was reading Anne of Green Gables and waiting for her Daddie to pick her up. It had been two weeks since she last saw him. He had told her he would be later today than usual because of prior commitments, so she had stopped for lunch after class.  He soon came strolling in the common room. She got up to greet him before heading to her room to get her stuff. In her room, he took the Mary Jane shoes from the last Sunday she was with him, which she had set on top of her dirty laundry, and set them with her small collection of shoes.  He grabbed one of her too big for her shoes left over from before she met him and set it on top of the laundry.  After putting her in padding and a binder, he braided her hair in pigtails and then tied pink bows in her hair.

    “Daddie, do you want the dress?” she asked.

    “Is it dirty?”

    “I only wore it one time and was very careful not to spill on it,” she told him.

    “Let me see it, Princess,” he instructed her.

    She got it out of her closet and handed it to her Daddie.  After checking it for cleanliness, she was told to rehang it in her closet, but he asked to look in her closet.  Checking her closet out, he selected a dress that looked the largest. He took that dress out of the closet, held it against her, and saw that the waistline of the dress had a good six inches of spare room.  “One of these days, the two of us are going to go through your wardrobe, and you are going to try every outfit on, and we are going to replace the ones that don’t fit. This dress, for example, is huge on you,” he said as he placed the massive dress in the dirty laundry.

Katie could only look at her feet from where she was sitting on her bed. She knew if Daddie went through with his threat, she would lose half her clothes. Picking up her items, including her backpack, he started to the car with his regressed daughter following him. 

The items in his hand were placed in the car. Then, she was strapped in the car seat. He then got in the driver's seat and started driving.  She checked the activity bag for any treats and found the Green Gables book, the next Little House book, and the coloring book that had been there all along.  She tucked herself in the Green Gables book to pass the travel time.  Once she got to his house, she asked, “Daddie, can I do homework outside on the swing, please?”

“No, you may not. It is supposed to be windy tonight, but tomorrow should be nice,” Daddie told Katie.  He set her backpack near the high chair. He then strapped her in it after placing her in it.  As she was getting situated for her homework, she found a sippy cup in front of her and got her paci put in her mouth.

She heard the doorbell ring and listened to what sounded like Stacy’s voice asking if she was available. “She is doing homework, Stacy, and …” Daddie started and stepped onto the porch so that Katie couldn’t hear the rest.  She thought he was gone a long time, though, as if he walked her friend home or was talking to her outside.

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    “Daddie, I am done,” Katie Ann said.  He appeared out of nowhere, put a plate of grilled cheese in front of her face, and refilled her sippy.

“Eat up so I can try my new toy out on you,” she was told, and she thought he had a smirk on his face.

“New toy?” she asked.

“You will find out when I want you to find out, Buttercup.”

After she was done eating, he carried her upstairs and strapped her to her changing table.  He stripped her naked except for her binder, and then she felt him stick something in her bum. It felt like the cat's tail had been placed in her again.  “Daddie, what was that?” she asked.

“A health monitoring probe and a butt plug, Buttercup,” Daddie said and then made a zipping motion on her lips

Buttercup then found herself in padding again, and then she was helped into an outfit that looked a little big on her. It appeared to be some kind of furry outfit to her.  She got a look at the inside of the attached closed hood. She didn’t see any opening for her face, but there was a ball attached to a tube about where her mouth would be and two tubes where her nose would be.  She couldn’t tell if she could see or not from whatever this outfit was. He put the ball with the tube in her mouth. The ball basically gagged her, and then he carefully fed the other two tubes in her nostrils.  When he zipped what sounded like four zippers, she discovered that she couldn’t see. She then heard what sounded like a vacuum running, and parts of her body felt like they were being inflated.

“Buttercup, this may feel weird. I have to stuff you to finish off your teddy bear costume,” he told her as he moved from section to section, rolling her this way and that way. He worked slowly, forcing what she assumed was stuffing into every nook and cranny. She assumed that this was something like the machine at Build-a-Bear but with multiple holes in the outfit.  Once her head had been inflated, scratch that, stuffed, she saw that she could see out of it, somewhat.  She couldn’t see sharp details. Everything was fuzzy and had a brown tint to it, but she could make out shapes and see light.  It appeared to her that she was looking out of the teddy bear's glass bead eyes.

She couldn’t speak even if she wanted to, with the stuffed head holding her mouth shut and the gag ball preventing her tongue from moving.  As a matter of fact, she couldn’t really move any muscles in the outfit. Thankfully, her breathing wasn’t hampered by the costume, thanks to her nostril tubes. She could do without the plug in her bottom. That was like that stinking tail again.  She felt herself being picked up and carried upstairs to some room. She couldn’t make enough details out in the fuzziness to determine the room.

    She heard what sounded like the room door being closed, and then she just sat immobilized, losing track of time.  Later, she heard movement and saw the room brighten up. She thought it looked like Sir’s room, but it was still too fuzzy to be sure. Soon she felt him doing something with her padded face and then heard a command to suck.  She sucked on the ball and found what tasted like apple juice coming through the tube in the ball.

    After her drink was done, Buttercup felt Sir removing whatever he attached to her face, and she was turned on her side.  The room became dark again, and she felt arms hugging her, and soon, she drifted asleep in the darkness.
 

[dmavn]

ooo. I want a suit like that..

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

Proofread by Jamie M

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Two: Fall Fun

Buttercup, who was asleep in the teddy bear costume, woke up when she felt herself being moved.  Looking out of her glass eyes, it appeared to her that she was now in her bedroom. She soon heard what sounded like a zipper being unzipped.  She soon started to feel a coolness on her back, as if her back was exposed. 

She heard Owner saying, “Stay perfectly still, Buttercup, until I remove your tubes. I don’t want you getting hurt.” A hand blocked her vision as he worked to remove the tubes from her nostrils. After that was finished, he dropped the face after she opened her mouth to release the gag.  He continued helping her remove her hands and legs from the costume.  

After she could see correctly, she noticed that she was on the changing table. Owner was in the process of removing her soaked diaper. He said, “Katie Ann, you sure soak your diapers at night.” He removed the plug and probe from her behind and set her on a potty in case she had to go. After a bit, he strapped her back down to the changing table.  

After the regressed girl was properly protected, he put her ruffled tights on her. Then, a pair of pink, shiny Mary Janes went on her feet. Setting her on her bed, he helped her in a white turtleneck shirt.  Her pink princess costume was placed on her next, and after she stood up, Daddie tied her sash. He put her pointed hat on her and tied pink bows on the bottom of her pigtails.  Patting her on the bottom, he said, “Let’s go downstairs, Princess Katie Ann, to get some breakfast in you.” 

He pulled out an ordinary chair, patting it for her, signaling that she should sit there. After she sat down, her bib was tied around her neck, and a pop tart and her sippy were placed in front of her.  She asked her Daddie, “Where are we going today, Daddie?”

“After you are done eating, you are going next door, Princess. I am not going with you. Besides, you should know by now that information is given to you on a need-to-know basis, and you almost never need to know.”

“Oh,” she said as she waited for Daddie to clean her face and excuse her from the table. After she was excused, he walked with her to the front and watched her walk the quarter or so mile to the Bullard’s house. 

She rang the doorbell and waved to her Daddie, who was still watching her from the front of his house when Mrs. Bullard let her in.  She was led towards the table, where she saw Stacy dressed as Minnie Mouse and in the process of getting makeup put on her. 

“Princess Katie, you’re just in time for your makeup,” Mrs. Bullard said when she finished with her daughter.  The regressed girl sat on the chair after Minnie got up.  Soon, she was done and offered a mirror to the princess.  

Katie looked in the mirror and saw that she had rosy cheeks, red lips, and mascara on her eyelashes. “Thank you, Mrs. Bullard,” she said.

“You're welcome, Princess, but call me Aunt Sara, please.  It is now time to go.”

Almost overtop of each other, the two girls tried to talk at the same time, with Katie going, “Ok, Auntie Sara,” and Stacy excitedly going, “Yay!” Following the parade of Bullards, she found herself at Auntie’s Mini Van.  After the side door was slid open, Katie saw that there were two booster seats in the first bench seat.  She went in first as requested, then Minnie Mouse followed her.

“Katie, I understand you usually use a five-point harness, but this will have to do today,” Auntie told the little princess as she made sure the girls were buckled in.

“Aunty, this is perfect. Thank you for inviting me.”

As they were leaving, Stacy leaned over and told her friend, “Are you not excited about where we are going?”

“Where are we going?”

    “Didn’t Uncle Adam tell you where we are going?  We are going to a fall fun place, a corn maze, hay rides, and other stuff,” Stacy said, shocked that Katie was utterly clueless.

    “Uncle? And information is given to me on a need-to-know basis, and I normally don’t need to know.”

    “Yeah, he said to call him that, and he normally gives me any information when I ask.”

    “It has to do with the fact I am not really a seven-year-old. It also has to do with Daddie and my relationship, something called being submissive to him.”

    Stacy was puzzled over that word. “What is submissive?”

    Katie started to open her mouth but heard Auntie say, “Girls change the subject. I will tell you later, Stacy. And Katie, you are supposed to be seven, not nineteen. Please return to your regressed form.”

    Both of the girls blushed at their rebuke, and Stacy told her friend, “Uncle let me sleep in your room when he watched me last week.  You have a beautiful room, Katie.”

    “You are always welcome to sleep in my room, with or without me being there, my friend,” Katie replied.

    Soon, the conversation between the girls changed to mundane items, and it wasn’t long before Auntie turned into a grass parking lot.  Both of the girls undid their seatbelts and got out of the car after their door was opened.  They watched Auntie grab a backpack from the minivan before following her to a ticket booth. 

    “Two seven-year-olds and me, please.”

    “What ticket level?” the lady in the booth asked, pointing to a sign.

    “All exclusive level, please,” Auntie answered.

    The lady answered, “With the girl’s costume discount and tax, that comes to eighteen dollars.” After the money was exchanged, Auntie was handed some stuff in return.

    “Katie, Stacy, I need your wrists, please,” Auntie requested at them.

    Holding her wrist out, Katie found a paper-colored bracelet being placed on it. She then followed the parade to a table near the corn maze.  

    “Stacy, I am assuming that you are going to do your normal thing and do the maze first?” Auntie asked.

    “Yes, Mommie”

    “Katie, you recognize this?” Auntie asked while holding up a phone.

    “My phone?!?”

    Auntie replied, “I have added my number to your small list of contacts. I am going to let you two run off alone. You are to call me if you two have any problems. I will call when you two have been gone too long without checking in. I will be sitting right here. Check in with me before going to a new activity,” handing the phone to Katie and a map to Stacy.

    Katie, holding the phone, realized she had a problem, so she asked, “Auntie, where am I going to put the phone?”
    
    “Your Daddie had that costume modified to have a pocket. Check your right side near the top of your skirt, Princess.”

    Katie, finding the pocket between the seams on her right side, slid the phone into it before the two girls ran off towards the maze.  After they had been running for a while, Katie felt her heart rate increasing, and she was afraid of her normal dizziness. The regressed girl started to tell Stacy, “Stacy, slow down, I can’t let my heart rate get too …” before she remembered the pills she takes every morning.  So she continued, “Never mind, I take pills to correct that issue. Carry on.” With that, the girls continued running as fast as they could through the maze.

    After about forty-five minutes, the girls found the exit, and true to her word, Auntie was waiting at the table right outside the exit. After checking in with her, they went to the fairy tale trail, which was near the maze.  Aunt Sara decided to follow them as they saw all the scarecrows dressed up as scenes from fairy tales.  Katie could have sworn at least one of them moved when she turned her head.  They were told to pose in front of one scene, as Stacy’s mommie had done in other scenes.  As they were standing there, she felt someone hugging her.  Turning to look at Stacy behind her, she discovered that her friend was standing to the left with her mouth wide open, looking behind her, and that wasn’t Minnie behind the regressed girl.

    Katie jumped and looked behind her to see a scarecrow dressed like Mother Goose was hugging her.  Smiling as if a scarecrow could be described as smiling, Mother Goose spun the little princess around and posed for some pictures before returning to the previous frozen position.
    
    As they were passing some tents while heading to the bouncy castle that Katie picked as the next activity, they heard, “Come and get your pictures taken. I have lots of outfits for you to wear.” Turning to look, it was one of those photo booths where you dress up in various costumes, usually old-time outfits, and they pose you.  Auntie asked what outfits they had and got in reply, “Old-time costumes, like Victorian or can-can girls, I could even dress the girls like that, but they look cute enough like they are.  I also have a nice selection of Halloween costumes, princesses, superheroes, witches, and ghosts and goblins.”

    “Can you take pictures of the girls together and separately while your helper gets me in a costume for a group shot?”

    “Sure,” he said, posing the girls this way and that way while Auntie went with the woman towards the costume tent.

    After about five minutes, Cinderella, with a full skirt, exited the tent and said, “Ready for those group shots?” which caused both the girls’ mouths to drop open at the transformation.

    After all of the shots were done. Auntie soon returned in her street clothes, so they left the tent with the proof sheet in hand. She sent Stacy towards a bathroom when they passed one. While she stayed behind with Katie, the little princess soon felt a hand squeezing her diaper. “When Stacy comes out, it looks like I will need to change your bottom, Princess.”

    When the door to the bathroom was unlocked, Stacy was told to stay in the bathroom while the other two went inside.  Setting a beach towel and then a changing pad on the floor, Katie was made to lie down.  Soon, she was dry again, and the two girls whispered while Auntie did her business.

    Soon, they were back to enjoying the activities. The bouncy castle, pumpkin checkers, the hayride, and pumpkin-themed playground were some of the stuff they did before Auntie told them it was time to stop for food.

    During a light meal of sloppy joes, Stacy pointed to a tent where they were painting faces on the map. “Can we do that, Mommie?” she asked.

    “After we eat, but you will lose some of your makeup if you do that, girls,” was the reply.

    Not really caring about that, Katie shrugged in reply. Her friend replied she didn’t care.

    “Let’s do that, and then we can grab some pumpkins from the pumpkin patch. We will have to go home after that,” Auntie told them.

    “Aww,” both girls said almost in unison.

    “It will be dark soon. We have been here all day.”

    “Katie, can I pick your face paint out? You can pick mine, plllleeeaaassseee,” Minnie told the Princess.

    Nodding at her friend, she got rewarded with an excited hug. After cleaning up their mess, the little party went to where the face-painting tent was on the map.  After waiting for the current girl being painted to be done, Auntie spoke to the clown doing the painting, “The girls would like their face painted, and they would like to pick the face for each other.”

    Bubbles, the clown, said, “I would have to clean their makeup off.”

    Acknowledging that was okay, Katie was randomly selected as the first canvas to be painted.  She was helped on the chair, and her face was scrubbed clean.  Stacy was shown a book of options and pointed one out to the clown. “There is an extra charge for full faces; cheek art is the only face paint included in your tickets,” the clown said.

    “Full faces are okay. Give the girls what they want.”

    The regressed girl watched herself being painted, unsure of what she was becoming. After she was done, she helped off the chair and asked for the mirror.  She was told she would see herself later after Minnie was done. While her friend’s face was being cleaned, the princess picked out a Hello Kitty face for Stacy. 

 After the clown was done with painting Stacy’s Face, she requested Katie’s hand. She then painted the pointer finger into a carrot.  When the mirror was shown to her, Katie saw that she was a bunny, complete with a carrot to eat on her finger. After showing both of the girls their faces in the mirror, the clown was rewarded with two huge smiles and a “Thank You” in unison. 

They were made to pose so Auntie could get their pictures, and Katie was told to hold her finger to her mouth.  Together, they skipped to a pumpkin patch to pick out a pumpkin each. They each picked up one that was larger than their heads and then slowly, like a sloth, carried their own to the car.  Once back to the minivan, Auntie took their pumpkins and put them in the back. She opened the side door and waited for the girls to strap themselves in.

After Auntie got in the front seat, she said, “Katie, can I have the phone back, please.” Once the phone was back, Auntie started on the road.  Back at the house, she said, “Both of your Daddies won’t be back ’til late from the game they went to. Katie is staying over here tonight.”

After a simple dinner of mac and cheese, both of the girls were individually given baths, with Auntie making personally sure that their faces were scrubbed.   She also washed each of the girls’ heads, then helped them get dressed in a nightgown. For Katie, she included a clean binder and padding.   Wrapping a towel around each of their heads, she sent them to watch TV while the other was being done.  Soon, both of them were done, and Katie was asked to sit on a chair in front of the telly.  She was a purring cat as Auntie combed her hair, and then she felt her aunt doing something else in the hair.  Finally, she figured that her hair was being put in plastic tubes since she kept seeing Auntie grabbing a tube from her side.  After her head was all in the tubes, a bonnet was tied under her chin to protect everything.

Auntie asked her to get up and Stacy to switch places. Soon, her friend’s head matched hers.  Auntie told them, “You two can run upstairs and play. I will tell you when it is bedtime.”
    
    Going into Stacy’s room to play, she saw a trundle bed had been pulled out from under her friend’s bed.  Curious about earlier, Katie asked Stacy, “What do we have on our heads?”

“Curlformers, they will turn our hair into soft spiral curls in the morning. Mommie likes to use them instead of the curling iron,” Stacy answered. They played quietly until Auntie told them to get in bed, with Stacy forcing Katie to take the main bed.  After Auntie read a short story to them, it was lights out for the girls. Katie tossed and turned a bit at first because she found the tubes a little uncomfortable to sleep in, but eventually, she fell asleep.
 

[Tracey]

The teddy bear costume was well written, no one has done it that well before. 😀

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

Proofread by Jamie M

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Three: Fastest Prize 

    The following day, the two girls were woken up bright and early by Auntie tickling both of them. Sleep still in their eyes, they went downstairs. Again, like a sloth, to the table for breakfast.  A bowl of cereal and some orange juice was set in front of each of the girls, and Katie was handed her pill.  After breakfast was done, they were sent back upstairs to change.  Auntie followed them to help the regressed girl with her bottom and help the girls get their dresses over their heads in the Curlformers.
    
    Stacy worked on putting the supplied white tights on while her friend's bottom was changed.  Soon, Auntie helped the girls put a full petticoat over their huge heads, and Katie was putting her tights on while Auntie was busy with Stacy.   

    Turning to the closet in the room, Auntie pulled out, what looked like to the regressed girl, brand new, matching dresses, except one was trimmed in pink, the other in light purple.  Taking the pink one out of the clear dress shopping bag and removing the tags, she put it on Katie, then did the same with the other one with Stacy.  After buttoning each of them up, she patted each of them on the bottom and told them to get downstairs so that she could work on their heads.

    Auntie started on Katie's head first, removing the bonnet, before removing the tubes, exposing a head of curly hair.  After spraying the girl's head with a nice dose of hairspray, she tied a large pink bow in her niece's hair. She was soon repeating the same stuff with her daughter's head.  Soon, Stacy spotted a bow that matched her dress.  

    As Auntie was heading upstairs to join her husband in getting ready for church, Katie asked if and when she would see her Daddie. "He is meeting us at church, sweetie," was offered in reply.

    The two girls played quietly till it was time to leave for church.  Auntie got out of the closet identical white knitted cardigan sweaters for both of the girls to put on.  The little blended family then proceeded to head to the car to go to church.  At the church, the girls and Auntie were dropped off before Stacy's father parked the car.  As Katie walked into the church, she saw her Daddie standing around chatting with other church members with a cup of coffee in his hand.

    When he noticed her standing patiently by his side, he addressed her, "Hello Princess, did you have fun yesterday?" As he was chatting with her, he was helping her out of her cardigan.  Katie started to excitedly tell him about her fun the previous day. When she was done describing her day, she was sent to keep herself occupied with Stacy. 

    Soon, Daddie was ushering both the girls towards the Sanctuary, towards a pew that already had Auntie and Stacy's father in it.  Later, after they were released to the children's church, Katie was happy that she was learning the way toward her Sunday classroom.  When the small group of young grade school kids got to the classroom, they wondered why the teacher had a package of toilet paper on the table.  Heather, who hadn't yet seen the two girls today, asked the matching girls, "Are you sure you two aren't two sisters?"

Stacy gritted her teeth from laughing out loud because of being called a twin of her friend, who was actually over a decade older than her.  Katie just shrugged and said, "Quite sure, though she makes an excellent sister," finishing with a smile towards Stacy. After sitting next to Stacy, Katie was handed a Halloween-themed coloring sheet. 

    After a short Bible lesson, the children were asked to form groups of three. Stacy and Katie ended up in a group with another girl, whose name was Jennie. Each group was handed two rolls of TP and told to pick one person to be the mummy, and they had five minutes to wrap them with TP.  Before it was even over, Jennie, who was the smallest of the three, was wearing both of the rolls. As the first ones being done, they won one of the candy prize categories. 

    After they cleaned up the mess from the game, the children had a small snack before being released from the classroom. Katie led her friend back to their parents in the common room, where they were found with coffee cups in their hands, chatting to other members.  Katie Ann let her Daddie know she was out of Sunday School before joining her friend on the bench to chat quietly.

    Soon, Daddie was escorting the two girls to the parking lot and dropping off Stacy at her parents' car. After strapping Katie in her seat, he started driving towards what she thought was home since she couldn't see her stuff in the back. Once they were home, they went up to Katie's room to change her into casual clothes.  Once her bottom was dry, she was changed into a white long-sleeve dress. The dress had an attached black skirt and a black cat climbing out of a jack-o'lantern on the front of it.  She then put on the black leggings Daddie had given her, and her socks and princess tennis shoes, while Daddie changed his clothes himself.  

She sat down on her bed to wait for him to finish while she looked around her room to kill her boredom. Something didn't look right. Something was different.  Finally, it hit her. A giant teddy bear was looking at her from one of the turret window seats.  Walking over to inspect it, she realized that it would be taller than her if it were standing.  As she was looking at it, Daddie asked her, "Do you want to be inside that teddy bear again, Buttercup?"

Realizing that was why it was larger than her, her face turned bright red, and she shook her head and said, "Not today, Daddie."

"Good, the Bullards are expecting us for dinner," Daddie mentioned as he changed her bow to an orange bow before he led her next door for dinner. 

During the dinner, the girls were asked if they were ready to carve their pumpkins after dinner. That question caused the group to be rewarded with two excited girls.  After Stacy's Daddie had cleaned out the insides of both pumpkins after dinner, the girls, with a painting smock on to protect their clothes, were handed a kid-safe pumpkin carver. They were told to have fun carving their pumpkin.  Katie decided to go with a traditional face on the pumpkin, especially after she tried to make the first cut.  She jokingly tried asking for a real knife, but both her Daddie, who was supervising her, and Auntie, who was supervising Stacy, refused to provide one. Stacy's Daddie, on the other hand, behind the camera, just chuckled at the two girl's struggles.

After the pumpkin carving was done, it was time for Katie to get back to college. The two girls hugged goodbye, and Daddie carried her pumpkin home and set it next to the front door.  Daddie led her to the Escalade. Then Daddie helped her in her child seat in the car before strapping her in with the five-point harness.  She strained to watch him go to the house and get her stuff out of the house and put them in the back.  

Sick of having a crick in her neck, she turned to the ever-present bag of activities next to her and saw that the latest Disney Princess magazine was in it. She grabbed it and a crayon, and got comfortable for the hour or so ride to college.  She briefly looked up from the story she was reading in it to notice they were on the move.

Before long, Daddie was parking his Escalade in front of her dorm before coming over to let her out of her child's seat.  Helping her out of the vehicle, they went to the hatch. He handed her the homework bag while he took her clean laundry and set her car bag that he was holding on top of it before closing the back.

Together, they walked up the stairs to the third floor before walking into the cluster.  Katie Ann tried her door, and she found it locked. 

While she was digging her keys out of her bag, Tiff greeted her with, "Hello, little sister," while smiling at her hair in curls and an orange bow.

Katie Ann smiled back at Tiff while struggling to unlock her door. After she finally got her door open, she let her Daddie in first before following him.  He had put her laundry basket on her bed, and she set the heavy backpack next to it.

Bending down to hug the little girl, Daddie told her, "See you in two weeks. You will also spend Halloween with me."

Nodding, she said, "See you in two weeks."

Watching him depart, she set to work putting her laundry and a fresh supply of pull-ups away after setting the activities on her bed.  Turning to her homework bag, she set that by her desk before digging out the library book from the bag on her bed.

Seeing Tiff was in the common room, Katie leaned against her like she was a pillow before cracking open 'On the Banks of Plum Creek.'  The older girl's reaction was to put her arm around the little girl.

"Have an enjoyable time with your Daddie this weekend?" the ever-watchful big sister inquired.

"Yes, Friday homework; I went with Stacy to a corn maze and picked out a pumpkin on Saturday, today church as usual," was the answer before she returned to her book.
 

[BabySofia]

Not going to lie, having that bear staring at me from her turret would probably give me nightmares knowing someone could be in it! 🙂

[BeckyAnne]

1 hour ago, BabySofia said:

Not going to lie, having that bear staring at me from her turret would probably give me nightmares knowing someone could be in it! 🙂

Let's be honest. It would have to be someone Katie's size. And if Katie is looking at it, she is definitely not in it. And no way is Adam going to help Stacy into it. (I almost said L, too, but we haven't met her yet. )

[BabySofia]

49 minutes ago, BeckyAnne said:

It would have to be someone Katie's size.

Ghosts and scary monsters in the dark come in all sizes! 🤣

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

Proofread by Jamie M

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Four: Can We Borrow

Later the same day, the girls were sitting around the common room. Some were doing homework while watching the television. Katie Ann, who had followed Daddie’s instructions as usual on weekends, did her homework Friday, so she had her ever-present book, which was still ‘On the Banks of Plum Creek.’  Claire asked, “Anyone have any Halloween plans?”

    “There is an annual Halloween event in Mountain, but it is more aimed at children, and where are we going to get one of those?” Holly, who is from Mountain, pointed out.

    Tiff’s head shot up. She looked at Katie Ann, who was still using her as a pillow and said, “Girls!” while pointing at the regressed teenager. 

    Katie Ann could only blush. 

    Claire asked, “Where are we going to get a costume for her? We are not exactly made out of money, and most of the good ones are probably gone.”

    Tiff remembered what outfits Katie told her the little girl wore the first time she met Owner. She just stared at Katie and slowly said, “Yeah, where are we going to get a costume,” before dragging Katie into Tiff’s room.

    The rest of the girls, clueless, could just stare at the now-closed door.

    Tiff grilled Katie Ann once the door was closed, “You wore a cat and a rag doll the first weekend you saw Adam. Both of those would be great costumes.”

    “Raggedy Ann, maybe, but I am not wearing the cat as a child. You don’t want to know where its tail goes. I also have a princess costume I got last month.” Katie Ann told her.

    Tiff pleaded with Katie to text, call, or message Adam to borrow an outfit for the event.  

    Katie Ann pulled her phone out and called Daddie. After he picked it up, she said, “Hello, Daddie.”

    “You start to miss me already? I just dropped you off a few hours ago.”

    “The girls want to take a child to a Halloween event. Me!’

    “I have a feeling this involves me somehow?”

    “Tiffany wants me to ask to borrow Raggedy Ann or the princess costume for the event.”

    “Is Tiffany there?” he asked, hearing a voice of affirmation, continuing, “hand the phone to her.”

    “Hi?” Tiffany meekly said as if she was talking to a great person.

    After verifying that Tiffany had a car, Daddie continued with, “You are welcome to come now to pick up a costume. I will even feed you. See if any of your cluster mates want to come, too.  She should have shoes that work in her dorm room that will work for both. But you will have to pick up matching tights for her.”

    Tiffany thanked him for the offer and said she would have Katie tell him how many to expect.

    “Oh, Tiffany, one more thing.”

    “Yes?”

    “Katie Ann really needs a booster seat to ride in a car. Please stop on the way to pick one up, and I will reimburse you.”

    “Will do, see you later,” Tiffany said as she hung up the phone and handed it to Katie Ann.

After leading Katie by the hand back into the common room, Tiff addressed the cluster as a whole, “The two of us are going to pick up a costume for Katie Ann. Does anyone want to join us? There are two more seats in the car.  Free food had been offered.”

Most of the gathered people said they had homework that must be done, but Allison jumped at the chance for free food and to really meet this person her roommate disappeared with every two weeks.

Taking the phone from her bib pocket, she called Daddie and was going to tell him the requested information, but she didn’t get the chance.  

Tiffany, after taking the phone from her, did the talking for her, telling him two chicken meals after inquiring with Allison.

The adoptive sisters left the dorm hand in hand, with Allison following behind them. Soon, they were by Tiff’s Neon. Katie was helped in the backseat, and then the bigger sister seatbelted her in, noticing that the shoulder strap went across the bottom of her sister’s chin. 

Katie expertly grabbed the shoulder strap and put it under her armpit to move it across her chest. Tiffany could only think that girl had done that a few times.  Soon, the little girl was back in her library book to pass the time.

They weren’t on the road a long time before Tiffany stopped at Target. Katie just looked confused. Allison had a knowing smile since she had been informed of the required stop.

After telling the car that she would be back, Tiffany ran into the baby section. She looked at the selection in front of her. She really wanted to grab a five-point like she knew Adam had, but he had said booster.  Taking a pink booster in the box, she paid for it with cash and made sure to keep the $32.81 receipt.

Coming to the car, she opened Katie’s car door and helped her out.  Noticing the booster, the little sister blushed.  Now, on the booster, Tiffany noticed that the seat belt hit on her sister’s shoulder, not the chin anymore.

Soon, they were back on the road, and Katie was back engrossed in her book.

After they pulled into the driveway, Allison expressed, “DAMN, look at the size of this brick house,” which caused Tiffany to nod and the little girl in the back seat to just blush.

Tiffany helped her sister out of the backseat, and all the girls went to the door.  Katie tested the door handle, finding it unlocked. She just opened the door and went into the house as if she owned it.  “Daddie, we are here,” she screamed.

“Inside voice, Buttercup, in your bedroom,” came a disembodied voice from the stairs.

The little regressed girl led the little group to her bedroom. Her two cluster mates went “Aww” after walking into the room. She noticed that Daddie had the rag doll and the princess costumes lying on her dollhouse bed when they walked into the room.

Tiff mentioned while looking around, “Your room is adorable, sis. Oh, and you have a turret room, too.  Everything is dollhouse themed, and the bottom half of the walls match, too.”

Meanwhile, Ally was looking at the costumes on the bed and mentioned, “Does it matter which outfit we pick from her?”

Tiff pointed out that there will be quite a lot of princesses at the event. Probably, the ragdoll will be a rarer costume there.  Ally, on the other hand, pointed out the princess costume was cuter.  While the two older girls, at least in physical appearance, discussed the costumes, Katie was just rocking on her rocking chair, hugging one of her stuffed animals.  

Once her sister won the debate with the rag doll outfit, the little group started to head downstairs for the promised food.  Ally asked as they were leaving the room, “What is that padded table for, Mr. Olsen?”

That question caused Tiff to start giggling out loud. Katie Ann's face had also turned red in response as Daddie squeezed the little girl's bottom.  He told them, “Call me Adam, Allison, and it feels like I need to show you what that table is for right now anyway.”  With that said, he picked up the little girl and strapped his daughter down.  

As he was getting the supplies out, Tiff asked if she could change her sister's bottom. The request caused the little girl’s face to get bright red again.  After the bottom was changed, Adam let the regressed girl down, and the little group went downstairs to the parlour.  As Katie was entertaining her college friends, the doorbell rang.  She was told to answer it because he was busy in the kitchen.  She answered it to find Stacy standing there, with an open mouth, to find her opening the door.

“Hi, Sis, you missed me already?” Katie said to Stacy.

Stacy shuddered,  “What are you doing back here? Didn't Uncle Adam take you back to college already? I have an invitation that I am supposed to give to Uncle,” as she walked into the parlour.

“I was taken back to college. I came back with my roommate and my big sister, not to be confused with my twin sister,” Katie answered while pointing out her college mates and giving their names.  

“You're still in the same clothes? You didn’t grow up, sis?” 

“Stac, I never change ‘til bedtime after I get back to college. Besides, I am not sure I am grown up right now. Tiff, how old am I right now?”

“Seven, of course, little sister,” Tiff responded with a smirk.

Daddie walked into the room, saying dinner was done and asking who was at the door.  He addressed Stacy when he saw her standing there, “Hello Stacy, did you notice Katie was back and stopped by to say hi to your sister?”

“No, I didn’t know she was here ‘til she opened the door. I have an invitation that Mommie says that I am to hand to you,” handing the paper to him. Daddie read the invitation and told her that Katie Ann would be there. After saying goodbye to her sister’s college mates and giving her sister a hug, she went back to her home.

Daddie asked Tiff to help Katie into her high chair and for her to make sure the little girl was strapped in.  After the little group was sitting around the table, Katie asked, “What is the invitation for, Daddie?”

“Normally, I would refuse to provide that information, but I am sure your friends want to know too.  You are invited to a Brownies event the next time you are here, Princess,” Daddie told them, as he sat plates of chicken and rice in front of each person, with his daughter’s plate set on her tray being a smaller portion.

After the meal was done, Tiffany decided they had to head back to Mountain if Katie was going to make her bedtime in time. As they were walking to the car with the costume in hand, Daddie asked, “Tiffany, do you have a receipt for me?”

Tiff handed him the receipt and received two twenties in return, and try as she might, she couldn’t get him to accept any change.  She requested, “What do I do with the booster when we get back to college?”

“It is Katie’s. I am sure she will need it again sometime,” he told her.

Soon, the little Neon was headed southward towards Mountain, with the passenger in the backseat drifting asleep because of the darkness outside.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Costume Winner

Next Saturday saw a hive of activity in the cluster after an early dinner, with a majority of the girls getting ready for a Halloween party.  Tiffany, in a Strawberry Shortcake costume, came across the cluster to see if Katie was ready in her rag doll costume that she had given her after they got back from dinner.  She found her sister in the costume reading a book in the cluster, so she asked her, “What are you reading? Raggedy Ann?”

“Macbeth for Literature, there is a lot of stuff I would rather read than Shakespeare,” Katie answered.

“Let’s finish getting you dressed. So, the cluster can bring our star attraction to the event,” Tiff said as she was buttoning up the back of the costume. She continued by tying the sash for the pinafore before leading Katie to her room. Taking off the wig that was sitting loosely on the rag doll’s hair, she started to french braid the hair before pinning the tails out of the way. 

Tiff then attached the wig back to Katie’s hair before painting a face on her face.  After she was helped up, she felt Tiff pat her bottom.

“Are you going to be okay with not being padded? We don’t have any of them here,” Tiff asked.

“The pull-ups will do,” Katie answered.

With that discussion done, the two sisters headed back into the cluster where the rest of the group that was going was waiting. Tiff addressed the rest of the group, “Girls, remember Katie is seven today.” 

Claire, who was dressed up as a scarecrow,  mumbled what she thought was quietly to herself, “Was she ever college age?” The group responded with voices of "good question," causing Claire to jump in surprise that her rhetorical question was heard. 

Tiffany, after taking Katie’s hand, said: “Lead on to the event, Holly.” With that cue, the little costumed group headed towards downtown Mountain.

After they got to the town hall, Holly spoke to the person at the door, “9 adults and one child.”

“How old is she?”

“I believe seven.”

“You want to enter her in the costume contest?”

Holly looked at Tiff and got a nod of affirmative, so she responded with yes.

“Nine fifty for admission and two fifty for the contest. I will need someone to fill out the forms for the young girl.”

After Holly paid for the lot to enter, she was handed a stack of papers for the contest, which she gave to Tiff.  The other eight, including Holly, entered the event to enjoy what little there was for adults. 

Tiff started to fill out a form that was in the papers that she got, occasionally looking at Katie while going hmm.  After handing the form back to the lady at the door, she pinned a number to her little sister’s behind.  

“She is yours?” the lady asked Tiff.

“She is my little sister,” which caused Katie to nod silently.

“Let me see your ID. We need to fill out…” the lady paused and looked at the contest form, “... Katie’s security ID band.”

After the lady was done, she handed the ID and a paper wristband back to Tiff. She instructed, “Put the band on her wrist. You will have to show that ID for her to leave this building.  The costume parade and judging starts over there in about twenty minutes. I recommend dropping her off soon.”  The lady pointed to the far corner where most of the kids were standing.

After Tiffany put the paper band on Katie, the two headed towards the start of the parade. The ragdoll was checked in for the second-grade category, and she was told to stand where some other kids who looked to be around seven years old.  

After her big sister left, Katie just looked around the large event hall. There was a bouncy castle near her and a few carnival games next to it.  She could see other activities spread around the hall.  

A girl standing next to her dressed as Alice interrupted her thoughts, “I like your outfit, Raggedy Ann. I am Laura.”

“Thank you, Laura. I am Katie. You have a nice costume, too.”

“It isn’t homemade like yours, you don’t go to my school, where do you go?”

“Clearwater Elementary, I am here visiting my sister this weekend.”

“Why is she here? Shouldn’t she be in Clearwater, too?”

“She goes to Mountain College.”

“Oh, makes sense, was she Strawberry Shortcake?”

“Yes, she was. Oh, the younger kids are starting, Laura.”

     By the time the parade got to the second graders, Katie and Laura were becoming good friends. The parade snaked around the hall. As they went by one area, she heard a voice say, “Katie!”  Turning towards the voice, she saw her cluster mates standing together in between camera flashes.  

    “Who are those people with your sister?” Laura asked.

    “Her dorm mates,” Katie pointed out.

    They went a little further, and Laura’s name was shouted. Turning to the voice, it appeared that it was Laura’s parents with the required camera.  She asked her new friend, “Your parents?”

    “Yes, my mama and papa.”

    Soon, they were at the judging stand. A lady said her number out loud, and she was asked to make a slow spin and then continue on with the parade. After the parade was over, Laura dragged Katie to the carnival games.  As she was dragged by Tiffany, she just waved at her sister and followed her new friend to the games.  

    After the two girls had their fun at the games, winning candy along the way, Katie was the one leading towards the bouncy castle this time.  After they were done in the castle, Laura wanted to try bobbing for apples. 

“I will mess up my makeup if I do that. I will gladly watch, though,” the ragdoll pointed out.  So that is precisely what the two girls did, with Katie giggling at Laura's attempts to get an apple. The regressed got lapped when the other girl finally got one, earning more candy for her attempt.

After handing her new friend a towel to dry her face, the regressed girl led her new friend towards a bunch of donuts hanging on strings.  She asked the lady staffing the game table, “What is the object of this game, Ma’am?”

“To be the first to eat all your donut without any bits dropping to the floor with no hands.”

Looking at Laura and getting a nod, she said, “We'd like to play it, Ma’am.” 

The lady had the two girls each stand under a hanging donut and adjusted the donut's height so the girls would have to stand on their toes to reach the top of the donut. She then took another ribbon and loosely tied the girls' hands behind their backs.  

After they were told to go, the two girls slowly but surely ate their donuts, with it being neck and neck between Laura and Katie.  Laura actually won because the last sliver of Katie’s won the war with gravity and hit the floor.

After undoing the ribbons around their wrists, Katie was handed a small bag of candy, and Laura was handed a larger bag.  As they were heading to what looked like a tug of war, they heard from the loudspeaker, “I hope everyone had fun today. If the Boys and Girls can find their parents and gather around the stage, we will award the prizes earned today.”

Katie and Laura headed towards the stage, finding Tiffany and her fellow cluster mates conveniently standing next to Laura’s parents as if they were discussing the two young girls. After handing her small collection of candy to Tiff, she continued talking to Laura, specifically the American Girl dolls discussion they started right before the donut contest.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Girls and Boys, may I have your attention,” a lady on the stage said into the mic.

“We will start with the Baby category and progress up the ages to the Teenager category.  Please stay around to the end for best of show and a few other prizes.”

“Without further ado, let me present the third place for the baby - store-bought category, David Smith,” the lady continued. A lady carrying a small baby dressed as Dumbo walked up to the stage to connect the prize.

“In second place, we have Ally Arthur.” Katie just tuned out the rest and continued her discussion with Laura. The two girls were busy quietly discussing whatever came to their mind when Katie felt someone kicking the back of her shoes. Someone must have got Laura's attention, too, because she jumped and turned to look at her parents.

“In the best of first-grade category, we have Emily Kamp, with her Butterfly costume.” A young girl dressed as a butterfly came up to pick up her prize.

“In our second grade - store-bought category in third place, we have Laura Schneider with her Alice costume.”  Katie pushed her shocked friend towards the stage.  After the prize was grabbed, the announcer continued with second place and first place for the second-grade store-bought category.

“In our second grade - homemade category in third place, we have Katie Tee-gee-hoof in her Raggedy Ann costume,” the announcer said.  

Katie just rolled her eyes at the butchering of her last name. She headed to the stage to get an envelope and a third-place ribbon handed to her. The lady whispered to her as she was handing it to her, “Make sure you stay to the end prizes.”

Handing the items to Tiff as she was getting a hug from her big sister, the two little girls continued to talk quietly as more prizes were handed out since they figured that as third place, they wouldn’t win a best-of-category award.

“That concludes our categories. The next ten prizes were open to all children in the contest.  We will start with our furthest-away prize. Usually, this prize requires us to get a map of the county to decide what address is further away, but not this year.  The winner this year is from over an hour away from Clearwater. We have Katie Tee-gee-hoof,” the announcer said to a thunder of applause.  

Katie, busy in a discussion about Disney Princesses, missed her butchered name, but Tiffany had not. The older girl pushed her little sister towards the aisle.  Blinking from the shock of finding herself in the aisle, she walked towards the stage to receive another envelope and a small plaque.

They went on to award the youngest, oldest, most creative, funniest, scariest, most complicated, laziest, punniest, and best of show.  Laura and Katie didn’t win any of those prizes. Katie was happy with the two prizes she won. She would have been happy with not winning a prize, too.

    “Thank you for taking part in our annual children’s Halloween contest and festival. We hope you all had a fun time.  Can I have applause for all our games volunteers,” she paused for a moment before continuing, “and applause for all our contestants in our contest? ”  That last bit got equally loud applause as the first applause.  “Goodnight, everyone,” the lady concluded.

    After the two girls hugged goodbye, the nine college students led a tired little girl back to the dorm. Tiffany did have to check Katie out of the hall at one of the cops checking IDs and children’s wristbands before they could properly head to the dorm. Once back at the dorm, Tiffany took charge and got Katie ready for bed. She scrubbed her little sister's face first.  It was well past ten by the time the regressed girl was tucked in her bed.

~o~O~o~

Sunday evening, while getting dinner at the food court, Katie was stopped by one of the cooks who looked very familiar.  “I thought that was you, Katie … Laura enjoyed spending time with you at the Halloween event,” the cook said.

She got a lump in her throat, realizing that if Laura’s mother worked in the food hall, she had seen her multiple times.  The cook had to already know that the regressed girl was a college student. Slowly, she composed her statement, “Thank you, am I in trouble, Mrs. Schneider?”

“No, from what I saw yesterday and previous times in this dining hall, I’m not sure if you are a college student. Your appearance today wouldn’t give anyone questions if I told them that you are seven. You appear outward as a school-age girl while getting a college education. Also, your good manners could rub off on Laura next time you two are together.”

“Next time?!?!”

“You don’t want to see your new friend again?”

“I didn’t say that, Ma’am. A return visit would require a backstory as to why I am back in town instead of at the elementary school that I technically haven’t gone to for longer than my supposedly seven years of age.”

“There is always being honest,” Mrs. Schneider suggested.

“That I am both seven and nineteen?”

“Is that how you see yourself?”

“I feel more like seven years old than the nineteen that I really am, except when I am in class or doing homework.”

“I will let her know I saw you, and you are still a cutie out of costume.  I will let you get back to your dinner.”

With a red face, Katie said, “Thank you, Ma’am.”  After taking her tray of food to her cluster table, the girls started to grill the regressed girl.

“Was that Laura’s Mother you were talking to Katie?” Holly asked.

After giving a nod of affirmation, Katie was quizzed by her big sister if that was going to cause a problem.  “I'm not sure. She didn’t seem upset. She did want to set up a playdate with Laura.”

Tiffany just giggled, “You are going to have a nice collection of friends your age with Stacy and Laura.”

Blushing, Katie just nodded and dug into her food.
 

[Toet]

I check here on the site every day to see if there is a follow-up to your story. I enjoy every chapter.

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024
~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Six: Can I Talk To You

    Friday, Daddie showed up at Katie’s cluster at his usual time. He led her to her room to pad her bottom and dress her in a black and white play dress with a pumpkin on her front. He then proceeded to braid her hair and tie orange bows on them. He asked her, “Do you have all the books you will need between now and Thursday in your bag?”

“No, but I will just come to my room to grab them on Monday.”

“No, that is not an option. I will drop you off at your class building and pick you up from it.”

“Oh,” Katie said before grabbing some more books and notebooks from her desk.   She struggled to fit all of them in her backpack before Daddie suggested just setting them on top of the dirty laundry.   

He picked up her stuff before leading her down to his Escalade. After strapping her in, he started towards Riverville, stopping for a Happy Meal for her at McDonalds on the way. 

She settled into the next book in the Little House series ‘By the Shores of Silver Lake’ for her ride to Daddie’s house.  After about an hour, she looked up and noticed that they were in Riverville, but Daddie passed the road to his house.  Putting her book aside, she watched where he was going, only to discover he was going to the hospital.  As he was parking, she asked, “Why are we here?”

“Doctor Carla wants another blood sample from you. She suggested going to the local hospital’s lab instead of driving the three-fourths of an hour to her office,” he told her.

“Okay, Daddie,” she said as he undid her harness before leading her towards the hospital.  They paused long enough to stop at the receptionist to check in and get directions.  After snaking their way through the maze of the building, they arrived at the lab department.  

“Doctor Carla would like a blood sample from Katie Ann. Here is that request, her ID, my ID, and the power of attorney form that makes me a healthcare agent,” Daddie said to the lab receptionist.

The lady behind the counter looked at the two forms before looking at Katie’s ID, letting a quick shocked look on her face when she looked between the ID and the regressed seven-year-old girl looking at her.  “Katie, what is your last name and birthday?”

“Telgenhof and three seventeen nineteen eighty-seven.”

“Can I talk to Katie separately?”

Daddie nodded, and Katie followed the lady to the opposite side of the room, “Yes, Ma’am.”

The lady asked quietly, barely over a whisper, “You are dressed young, almost like a seven-year-old, but you are nineteen. Are you being forced or abused?”

“I am doing this willingly. Yes, I am treated like a child, but I am doing this willingly.  No, he is not abusing me or forcing me outside of my will to do this, Ma’am.  I am actually treated better by other people as a child instead of as an adult. I am just another child as a child. As an adult, I am treated as a child or suspiciously as if I am lying. I don’t know how else to explain our relationship other than it is willingly a non-sexual daughter-daddie relationship.”

“Next question then is, how do you want to be treated, child or adult?” She asked in a normal voice as she led Katie back to Daddie.

“Child or adult, I don’t mind, Ma’am.”

“Ok, if you two can have a seat, I will let the lab tech know you are here,” the lady said, pointing to a small waiting area.

After they sat down, Daddie asked what that was about, with his girl telling him that the lady wanted to make sure she wasn’t being abused.  Daddie nodded at his regressed girl as she kept herself occupied with a magazine from the stack of magazines in the room.

Soon, she heard her name being called, and they followed the lab tech to a seat in the next room.  “Katie, have a seat right here, I am going to take a blood sample. This might hurt a bit.  Do you want to hug a teddy bear while we are doing this?”

    “Please, Ma’am”

    Handing her a teddy bear, the lab tech took the blood sample, putting a bandaid with hearts on the location afterward.  Handing the lab tech back the teddy bear, Daddie and Katie headed back to the car, and after strapping her in, they headed towards Daddie’s house.
    
    He unstrapped her from the harness and led her into the house.  “Where do you want to do your homework?” he asked her as he removed her shoes.

    “On the swing?”

    “Little too cold for that. It is currently 50 and dropping. How about the window seat in your room?” Daddie pointed out.

    Nodding, she headed up to her room to wait for Daddie to grab her bag.  While she was waiting, she decided to hug a teddy bear. Soon, Daddie was walking in the room with her bag and handed it to her.  As she was getting situated, she was handed a sippy cup.  She took a sip of it, and it tasted close to the house punch from the resort, not exactly, but close enough.

    After she was done, she headed downstairs, where Daddie was doing her laundry, saying to him, “I am done,” as she handed her backpack to him. As he grabbed her backpack in one hand, she felt him squeeze her bottom.  Grabbing her diaper bag in the kitchen, he changed her bottom on the floor before helping her up and patting her bottom.

    “Let's get some dinner for you, and then you could see if Stacy is available,” he said as he helped her onto the high chair.  After strapping her in, he placed the tray on it.  She didn’t wait long before he returned with a small plate of pot roast cut up into small portions and another sippy cup.

After they both were done, he attacked her face and hands with a wet wipe before releasing her from the chair. He patted her bottom before helping her into a zip-up sweatshirt and leading her to the front door.  

She walked across the two yards before ringing the doorbell.  Turning towards Daddie’s house while she was waiting, she saw he was still watching her on the front walk. Soon, she heard footsteps inside the house, and the door was opened. 

“Well, hello, Katie,” Mrs. Bullard said as she opened the door and motioned for Katie to come in.

Katie asked, “Can I please play with Stacy, Mrs. Bullard?”

“She can play with you, Katie, as soon as she finishes the last of her dinner, but I believe I told you to call me Aunt Sara,” Stacy’s Mommie said loudly as if she was trying to hint her daughter at the table, as they walked away from the door.

    “Sorry, can I please play with Stacy, Auntie Sara?” Katie asked correctly this time.

When they got to the table, Stacy was sitting there with one carrot left on her plate.  Putting the last carrot in her mouth, she said in between bites, “Done, Mommy, hi Katie, let's go upstairs to play.”

“Anastasia Marie! Eat with your mouth closed!” Mrs. Bullard exclaimed pointly.

Hearing her full name, Stacy quickly ate her food and swallowed it.  Taking her friend's hand, she started to lead her towards the stairs before being stopped by her Mommy. 

“Katie, before you go upstairs, let’s take that sweatshirt off,” Auntie told the regressed girl. After Katie removed the hoodie, she exclaimed, “Oh, that dress is cute with a capital C!”

Katie just blushed as she followed her friend upstairs towards Stacy’s bedroom.  She was invited to choose the game this time. After looking at the stack of games, she picked out Candy Land and took it back to the table in the room.

After the girls were on their second game, Auntie Sara walked into the room and squeezed Katie’s bottom. “Katie, would you like to stay the night?” she asked.

“Please, Ma’am, see if Daddie is okay with it.”

“We've already been talking about it. I got your diaper bag and your outfit for tomorrow already,” Aunty replied as she dug two nighties out of Stacy’s wardrobe.  She handed one nightie to Stacy and requested that her daughter go to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Taking the other nightie, she patted the bed for Katie to lie down to get changed.

Soon, both girls were in nighties in front of the television downstairs, watching the Snoopy Halloween special.
 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024
~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Costume Party

Katie woke up feeling like she was in a strange house before looking around and finding out that she was in her friend Stacy’s bedroom.  The last thing she remembered was watching Halloween specials on television downstairs.  She heard Stacy stir on the bed, so she quietly asked: “Stacy, are you awake?”

“Yes, Katie”

“How did we get up here? I don’t remember going to bed,” Katie questioned her friend, looking down towards her on the trundle bed.

Stacy shrugged at her and said: “I don’t remember going to bed either.” Looking at the time, she continued, “Looks like it just turned seven-thirty. We have a few hours ‘til the party.”

“Party? What party?”

“The Girl Scouts costume party that I invited you to the last time you were here, Mommy talked about a trunk ‘n treat afterward, too,” Stacy said.

Remembering the visit by Stacy when her cluster mates were here for the costume, she told Stacy, “All Daddie told me was that I was invited to a Girl Scout event next time I was here, not especially when or what kind of event.  Information is given to me on a need-to-know basis, and I didn’t need to know all the details.”

Changing the subject, Stacy started to ask Katie, “I meant to ask you about your band-aid, did you …” before being interrupted by her Mommy.

“Good morning, you two sleepyheads. You both fell asleep watching TV. Stacy, how about you go in the bathroom to brush your teeth while I deal with Katie’s bottom,” Auntie Sara said.

After Katie’s bottom was changed, she was sent to the bathroom to brush her teeth, meeting her friend just outside the bathroom door.  Her bathroom duties were done. She exited the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to find it empty. “Auntie Sara, Stacy, where are you two?” Katie said loudly.

“Downstairs in the kitchen, Sweetie,” Katie heard from the steps. Going downstairs and walking into the kitchen, she found Auntie messing around at the counter and Stacy and Mr. Bullard patiently waiting at the table.  Seeing a spot with one of her iron tablets sitting next to a glass of orange juice across from Stacy she decided that must be her place. “Hello, Mr. Bullard, Sir,” she greeted her friend’s Daddie as she sat down.

“Such manners, Stacy can learn a thing or two from you, Katie,” Stacy’s Daddie told her, which caused Stacy to stick her tongue out at her Daddie.  “I rest my case,” he continued, pointing at his daughter, which caused Katie to get the giggles.  Stacy started giggling with her friend as small portions of eggs and sausages were placed in front of the girls, with larger portions placed at the adult table locations. 

“Katie, I hope you don’t mind, but Stacy picked out your costume today so it would be in the same theme as her costume,” Auntie Sara said as she sat down to eat her breakfast.

Katie answered, “That is fine, Stacy and Auntie. What am I going to be, bestie?”

Stacy, at this particular moment, was going through emotions ranging from complete shock to joyful from that last word that her friend used.  She couldn’t get her mouth to open up and answer Katie because of the shock, yet she was completely happy with the use of the word. Finally, she heard both Katie and her Mommy saying, “Earth to Stacy.”  She answered with, “Sorry, I was happily processing that last word, Katie. You are going to be Snow White, and I am going to be Aurora, better known as Sleeping Beauty.”

Taking another bite, Katie just smiled at her best friend, or at least while she was seven. Zoe and Ann were still her best friends when she was nineteen. After she finished chewing her bite, she spoke to Stacy, “That is fine, Stac. I hope you don’t mind if I also have another set of best friends when I am nineteen?”  Seeing no reaction out of Mr. Bullard she figured he must have already known.

“Fine with me, Katie. You will be an excellent replacement for Kendra.” 

“Who?” Katie asked confusedly. 

“Stacy’s old best friend who had to move away during the summer,” Auntie Sara answered.

After breakfast was done, the two girls headed upstairs to the bedroom with Stacy’s Mommie to get ready in their costumes.  She got the two homemade costumes out of the closet and set them on the bed before getting two pairs of tights out of the dresser.   She handed out the tights to the girls and left the room to get the girls' wigs.

Taking the hint, Katie put the tights on her legs, pulling it over her padding.  She continued with replacing the nightie with the Snow White costume and then waited for Mrs. Bullard to return to button up her back.  She decided to look at her and Stacy’s costumes while she was waiting.  Both of them spared no expenses and were made out of expensive-looking fabrics.  She wasn’t sure, but it could have been made by Auntie Jill.

Soon, Stacy’s Mommie was back and was buttoning up both of the girls’ dresses.  After braiding both of the girl's hair out of the way, she then set a matching wig on top of each girl's hair.  After she placed a red bow on Katie’s wig, she placed a tiara on Stacy’s wig.  Patting both girls on the bottom, she said, “Let’s head downstairs to put both of your shoes on. Then I think I will put some makeup on you two.”

Downstairs, both the girls put on the Mary Jane shoes they were given. Katie’s were covered in yellow glitter. Stacy’s were pink glitter before Auntie asked Katie to sit down at the table for her makeup.  After covering up the costume, she proceeded to apply a faint bit of makeup on her adoptive niece's face.  After the regressed girl was done, she had the girls switch places, and she did her daughter’s face.  After she was done with both girls, she said, “How about you run next door to show your Daddie, Katie, and you too, Stacy, while I finish getting into my costume?”

The two girls walked carefully across the lawns as Auntie watched them and walked up to the door.  Katie tried the door and found it locked, so she rang the doorbell. When Daddie answered the door, both girls said with giggles, “Trick or Treat.” 

“Who are these two royal highnesses?” Daddie asked as he let the two girls in the house.

“It is Stacy and me, silly Daddie.”

“You two are adorable in those costumes, just as I thought you would be when we put the request into Aunt Jill.”

“I knew it! I thought this had Auntie Jill written all over it,” Katie said as the doorbell rang.

Daddie opens the door to let Auntie Sara, dressed as an orange and black witch, in, “Hello Sara, I was just talking to the two royal highnesses.”

“Hello, Adam, we need to go soon if we are getting to the party on time, girls,” Sara said. After everyone said goodbye, she herded the girls to the car to head to the party.  

After they arrived at the party location, Katie found herself being tugged towards some girls near their age while Auntie Sara went towards the other leaders.  

“I love your costume, Stacy. Who is your friend?” Becka from the church asked.

“Hello, Becka,” Katie answered with a shy wave.

“Katie?! I didn’t recognize you. I love your Snow White costume, too,” Becka said.

“Oh, cookies and other treats,” Stacy said, leading the little party of brownies towards the treat table.

Soon, the leaders were trying to organize some semblance of order for games, splitting the children into four groups of roughly equal age ranges.  It appeared to Katie that each group had about the same number of daisies, brownies, and juniors. It also appeared that the few older girls that were here were helping with the games.  Katie and Stacy were also purposely placed in different groups by Auntie Sara.

Soon, the groups were put against each other in an obstacle course relay race followed by apples on strings bobbing contest. After those games were up, an older Girl Scout came up to Katie and said, “Katie, can I have your right foot? Oh, and Sara Bullard asked me to ask you if you needed her help yet. She said you would know what that meant.”

After telling the girl that she didn’t need help yet and sticking her right foot out, Katie saw the girl tying a brown balloon to her ankle. Looking around towards the other girls, they either had different colored balloons on their right ankle or were in the process of getting one placed on it. 

“Ok, girls, you will notice that each level has a different balloon color: blue for daisies, brown for brownies, and purple for juniors.  Only pop your color balloons. If your balloon is popped, or you popped the wrong color balloon, you are out.  The winner of the level gets a point for your group.  I would recommend leaving your group members for last,” a leader told the assembled girls before releasing total mayhem. “Ok, go!” 

With that cue, Katie went for Stacy’s balloon while trying to protect her balloon from Heather at the same time. While that was going on, she heard a balloon pop. Looking down, she found her balloon intact, so she tried to stomp on Stacy’s balloon.  

While this was going on, the leaders were telling people they were out.  Katie’s stomping on Stacy’s balloon was successful, but she was unsuccessful in protecting her own balloon. 

“Stacy and Katie, you both are out,” they heard Auntie Sara say.  After about ten minutes, the game was down to down to three girls with different colored balloons.  Katie didn’t know the winner from the Brownies. Everyone she knew was watching from the outside.

“OK, you three have won a point for your group. Can I please have Mel and Rose see the leaders,” a leader said to the winners.

After Daisy and the Brownie saw the leaders, more balloons were tied to their ankles.  When it was all said and done the Daisy had three balloons, the Brownie had two, and Junior only had one.

“For another point for your group, you three are against each other. All of a girl's balloons must be popped for them to be out. Now go!”

After a few minutes, the Brownie and the Daisy had only one balloon left and were going at the other’s balloon.  A few seconds later, the Brownie was successful at popping the Daisy’s balloon.

“OK, one more game, and then we will reward the winning group. If anyone needs help removing their ribbon, let us know.”

Soon, the girls were led to a bunch of donuts hanging on ribbons. Katie could only groan at it since she had done it the previous weekend in Mountain. “This is difficult. I did it at a Halloween party last Saturday,” she told Becka and a few Daisies from her group standing near her.

“What do you have to do, Snow White?” a Daisy, dressed as Dorothy, asked her.

“Eat that donut without your hands, or it falling to the ground, Dorothy. Oh, and they made it so I had to stand on my tiptoes to get all the donut,” Katie answered the Daisy.

The girls were told to stand in front of a donut, and then the leaders and older girls adjusted the heights so the girls would indeed have to stand on their tiptoes. “Girls, when we say go, eat the donut without your hands or it hitting the floor. The winner wins a point for your group,” a leader said. “Go!” she continued.

Katie, using her experience from last week, found it easier this time and was able to breeze through the donut.  Staring at the empty ribbon and the clean floor in shock, she almost missed Auntie Sara saying, “Katie wins. You can eat the rest of your donut with your hands.”

“Aww, Darn!” “Congrats,” “How did she do that so quickly?” and “She must have used her hands!” filtered from the other girls. Katie could only blush at all the attention given to her.

One of the older girls spoke, “How she did it fast is all a blur, but I can assure you she didn’t use her hands.”

Becka said, “She was telling us she did this game at a Halloween party last week,” which caused a few “Ohs.”

“I hope everyone had fun with our games. We will reward prizes soon, and then your parents should be coming back to pick you up in about twenty minutes,” a leader announced.

Stacy’s group won a large-sized caramel apple for having the most points of the four groups. Katie’s group came in third, with their only reward being bragging rights. As for the costume contest, neither of the best friends won the prize of a caramel apple for it.

Auntie said to the assembled girls, “Please congratulate our winners,” pausing long enough for the girls to quiet down, “Thank you for coming to our party. I hope everyone had fun. I also hope to see our few guests again. If anyone didn’t win a caramel apple, you can get one off the treat table and then meet your parents in the lobby.”

As Katie was picking up a normal-sized caramel apple, she felt someone’s hand on her shoulder. Looking behind her, she found Auntie Sara holding her hand out for the apple. After handing the treat to her, she was told, “You can get it later tonight, Sweetie. Right now, we need to deal with your medical condition,” which caused her to blush.

After placing Katie’s treat near Stacy’s larger treat, she was led to the unisex bathroom, where they quickly dealt with the regressed girl's soaked bottom. Auntie told her, “You should have found me if you were this wet, Sweetie.”

“I was having too much fun, Auntie, and I wasn’t leaking yet. Sorry, Ma’am.”

“All is good. Now let's hurry back out there, and you can help clean up after the party, Stacy will be helping too,” Auntie said as she was patting her on the bottom.
 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024
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Chapter Twenty-Eight: Who is Dorothy

After the party, the girls and Auntie Sara piled into the car and headed to a restaurant down the road for lunch.  After entering the restaurant lobby, the hostess greeted them with, “Welcome to Main Street Diner. I love your princess costumes, girls, two kids menus with an adult?”

Auntie Sara told her, “Yes, please.”

“Please follow me, going to the Trunk ‘n Treat?”

“Yes, Ma’am, we had a Girl Scout Halloween party in the morning, too,” Stacy answered the Hostess.

    Smiling, she said, “Your waitress will be Steph. I hope you enjoy your meal and get lots of candy at the Trunk ‘n Treat.”

    “Thank you, Ma’am,” Katie said while following Auntie’s instructions to crawl into the booth, with Stacy sitting next to her. 

    “Ma’am, before you leave, can you bring me or have our waitress bring me at least two more of these napkins, please,” Auntie asked the hostess.

    “Sure, Ma’am.”

    Soon, the waitress returned with the requested napkins while the girls looked at their menus.  Katie soon jumped when someone tucked a napkin into the neckline of her dress. Turning to look at the aisle behind her, she found Auntie doing the same thing to Stacy.  After Auntie sat down again, she asked the girls, “What are you girls going to have?”

    “I will have the hamburger with iced tea, please, Mommie.”

    “Can I please have a grilled cheese with an iced tea, Auntie,” Katie asked while flipping her menu over to color the stuff on the back.

    After they had their lunch and paid, the small party decided to walk to the trunk ‘n treat a block down the street.  Auntie made them stop at the trunk of the car, pulling out two personalized fabric pumpkins from it.  Katie smiled and thanked her Auntie for hers as they walked the block. 

    “Girls, you are to stay together and within the eyesight of me at all times.  You should be no further from your best friend, that you are able to reach out and touch them always, you understand me?”

“Yes, Mommie,” and “Yes, Auntie,” were the replies she received. 

“Katie, how far should you be from Stacy while at the Trunk ‘n Treat?” Auntie quizzed her niece.

    Katie answered, “Close enough to touch her without difficulty.”

Auntie continued with, “Stacy, how far should you be from me?”

“Close enough so you can see us without difficulty, Mommie,” Stacy answered as they turned into the parking lot where the Trunk ‘n Treat was happening.

    Almost immediately, the girls were going from car trunk to trunk to fill their pumpkins up with candy.  Katie made sure to thank everyone for the candy, occasionally lightly poking her adoptive sister to induce a thank you out of her.

Stacy took particular delight in the one time she got to poke Katie to remind her to say thank you, which rewarded her with a stuck-out tongue after the thanks.  Both of the girls liked the decorations in the trunks.  When they got to the corner, Stacy was going to continue walking, but her friend pointed out, “Sis if we continue walking, we will get out of view of Auntie. We better wait.”

Stacy stopped walking to wait for her Mommie while Katie looked around at the various decorated trunks. One of the SUVs in the middle of the lane of cars seemed very familiar, causing her to ask her best friend, “Stacy, is that my Daddie’s Blue Escalade?”

“It might be, but I don’t recognize Dorothy handing out candy in front of the trunk,” Stacy told her as they continued after Auntie caught up to them. Meanwhile, Katie was looking at Dorothy like she looked very familiar. Talking to herself out loud, she said, “Take the wig off her head. She looks like, nah, it can’t be.”

As they continued down the aisle of open trunks, Stacy pointed out, “A scarecrow has shown up at the Escalade that might be your Daddie, Katie.”

“If the scarecrow is my Daddie, who is the Dorothy, she looks like someone who should be in Mountain with a wig on, Stacy,” Katie replied. 

Looking back towards Dorothy as they headed to the next trunk a few cars down, it appeared that she was looking at them and waving at them.  “Did Dorothy just wave at us, Katie?” Stacy asked with a shocked tone.

“I think so. It must be her, but why is she here?”

“Who is she?” Stacy asked as they went to the car cater-corner from the Escalade. 

“Allison, Kathleen’s roommate at college.”

“Oh,”  Stacy said, not knowing what to say as they continued on.

Finally, they were at the Escalade, and both of them said, “Trick or Treat,” to Dorothy.

“Here you go, Katie and Stacy,” Dorothy said while dropping a fun-size candy bar in each of the girls' pumpkins.

“Thank you, Ally,” Katie said in thanks, lightly poking her sis to get thanks out of her.

Stacy jumped and then, “Sorry, thank you, Ma’am.”

“Why or how are you here, Ally?” Katie quizzed while her Daddie was busy talking to Auntie, who had caught up.

“Your big sister was supposed to be here, but she has theatre commitments today, so she asked me to do it. I am having a blast, too,” Allison told her regressed roommate.

“I like your costume, Ally. If I may call you that?” Stacy told her.

“Thank you, I like it too. It is elegantly made, and yes, you may.”

“Did my Auntie Jill make that?” Katie asked.

Ally answered, “I am not sure. Tiff handed me the whole outfit, the red glittery shoes, and wig included,” as she handed some more candy out.

Stacy and Katie were examining the dress as they were interrupted by Daddie.  He said, “If you two want to finish getting candy, you better go now. I know Sara wants to make a stop at the photo area before they pack up for the day.”

They skipped away after saying, “Yes, Daddie,” and “Yes, Uncle,” with giggles. Soon, they were done collecting candy, so they waited for Auntie to catch up.  After she caught up with them, they were led to a line that led to the area, which was, according to the sign, a photo booth.  Slowly, they snaked through the line until they were next in line.  Looking at the booth, she could see there were some hay bales with blankets on top of them decorated with pumpkins, mums, ornamental grasses, and other fall items.  A guy was posing the family in front of them and taking their pictures.
 
When it was their turn, Auntie told the guy, “The girls, together and apart, please.”

“You sure you don’t want a picture of all three of you?”

“If I must, Sir,” She said with a smile.

Soon, the guy was posing the little blended family, this way and that way, in between taking pictures. After they were done and Auntie had picked up the proof information, they headed back to Daddie’s Car.  On the way there, Katie jumped a little as her bottom was discreetly squeezed by her Auntie.

“I realize she doesn't match your theme, Adam, but I am going to leave your mostly dry daughter here while I take my daughter to the bathroom,” Auntie told Daddie.

“Stacy, let me have your pumpkin, please, you too, Katie,” Daddie said, holding his hand out.

After collecting both pumpkins, he placed them in the backseat of the car.  Soon Stacy was back from the little girl's room, and Auntie was telling her, “You are going to stay with Uncle Adam. He will bring you to Church tomorrow. It is your father’s and mine date night, Stacy.”

Rolling her eyes, Stacy asked, “My stuff is already at Uncle’s house?” Seeing a nod of affirmation, she continued with, “Bye, Mommie.”

“Bye, Auntie,” Katie said in between handing out candies.

After the trunk ‘n treat event was over, Daddie closed the hatch and opened the three passenger doors for the girls.  Katie instinctively went to the passenger side back seat, only to be beaten to it by Stacy.  

“I would like to sit in Katie’s location, please,” Stacy said. 

Katie just shrugged and went to the opposite side of the car while Daddie was saying, “You sure, sweetie,” to Stacy.

“Yes, Uncle,” she said as Daddie was seat belting Katie in her booster seat, and shutting the door. Soon, he was helping Stacy into the car seat, “Stacy, please spread your legs so I can scrunch up your dress to get to the crotch strap,” he said as he put her arms through the shoulder straps.  He paused in the middle for a quick moment to slap Katie’s hand for digging for candy in her pumpkin.

After scrunching up the dress, he finished strapping his niece into the car seat’s five-point harness. Soon, they were on the road to home, with Daddie taking the chance to quiz Ally on her plans, “Are you staying overnight, or am I dropping you off at the college tonight?” he asked.

“If you will have me and have a bed, I bought stuff for tomorrow, including Church.”

“Do you have enough so I can make one trip to Mountain and take both of you on Monday morning?”

Allison appeared to be thinking about that, “I think I do. What are the plans for tomorrow?”

Daddies answered with, “Stacy’s parents are coming for dinner after church. Other than that, nothing really.”

“Can I cook dinner for today and tomorrow? I like cooking but don’t get to do it at college,” Allison asked as they turned into the driveway.

“Fine with me. I have bought a roast for tomorrow,” he said, pulling into the garage.

Once they came to a stop, Katie undid her seatbelt, while Stacy was trying to figure out her harness.  “Umm, Katie, how do you undo this harness?” Stacy asked.

Katie tried her car door and, finding it wouldn’t open either, said, “You don’t. Daddie or Ally will have to release you with the key, and apparently, I don’t get to open my door either.”

“Oh,” was all Stacy said as Ally opened the door and stuck the key in the harness, releasing the trapped girl. Meanwhile, Daddie was opening Katie’s door and helping her out.  

“The child locks have been on the doors since day one. Today was the only opportunity you had to try them,” he told her as she was helped out of the car.

“If it would be helpful, Sir, I will get the girls out of their costumes while you change,” Ally suggested.

“And cook dinner, too? If you insist, I was just going to put them in their PJs early, Stacy’s bag is in the Parlour,” he replied.

Ally unbuttoned the girls' dresses and told them to head upstairs and to strip and remove their wigs, too, in the process. She said she would be upstairs soon to help them. With the instructions delivered, she stuck her head into the freezer to see what was available.

She walked into Katie’s bedroom after following the sound of young voices. She found Katie trying to reach a hanger in the closet and Stacy working on removing her wig.  Taking two hangers from the closet, she handed Katie one and hung Stacy’s costume up.  Handing Stacy a hooded bath towel that was hanging from Katie’s door, she instructed her to go use the bathroom.  “Ok, little girl, time to deal with that soaked diaper on you.  Lay down on the trundle bed, please, after I place this changing mat on it,” Ally told Katie.

As she was finishing up with Katie’s padding, she asked her regressed roommate, “Who hasn’t changed your diaper?”

“Stacy, myself, mine, and Stacy’s fathers, and until today, my roommate,” Katie said, sticking her tongue out as Stacy returned back to the room.

“And your roommate has been looking forward to doing that to you for a while,” Ally said, causing Katie to blush fire-engine red.

Digging a one-piece footed jammie out of Katie’s drawers and another one out of Stacy’s bag, she handed them to the girls. “Please put these on and wait for me in the turret while I get this costume off,” she told the girls. 

After about ten minutes, Ally came back to where the girls were quietly talking in the turret and started to attack Katie’s face with a wet wipe.  After about three wipes, she turned to clean the makeup off Stacy’s face. “Where are the bathroom and washcloths?” she asked the girls before leaving the room.

Ally soon returned with a damp washcloth and continued scrubbing the girls’ faces. “You two go downstairs and watch TV while I cook dinner. The chicken should be defrosted by now,” she told them as she led them out of the room.

The two girls went downstairs to find Daddie watching football on the telly in his pajamas, causing Katie to roll her eyes. She was leading her friend towards the den to watch television in there when he said, “Katie Ann, sweetie you have mail.”  He handed her a Highlights Magazine, a Disney Princesses Magazine, and an American Girl catalog, which got a smile out of both girls.  The girls soon settled down to watch Nickelodeon and read highlights.

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After an excellent dinner of chicken on a bed of rice, all four of them were playing a game of Trivial Pursuit - Family Edition in the dining room.  Allison had just asked Stacy a green question about what fruit is dried to make raisins.  After they gave the correct answer, Allison took the opportunity to ask Adam a question she had, “Adam, where do you want the Dorothy costume?”

“Better ask Tiffany that question. It is hers. She made it, too, as far as I know.  It is my understanding that she likes to make the most of her costumes. Where is it currently hanging?” he said. 

“Same place Stacy’s costume is hanging, on the back of Katie’s door,” Ally continued as Katie took her turn.

“For a green wedge, please answer this question: Is your appendix on the right side of your body true or false?” Stacy quizzed her best friend. 

“True?”  The regressed girl answered questionably.

After winning her wedge, Katie finally caught up with Stacy.  Allison was winning with five wedgies, the girls had four each, and Daddie was trailing with two.  Katie preferred questions from Stacy because she thought that the questions that Allison and Daddie asked her were more difficult, almost like they were asking her the adult questions.

A few questions later, Stacy had five wedges, and Allison had all her wedges.  Stacy was in a rush to get her six wedges before Ally made it back to the center to win the game. 

“Ally, for the win, please answer which country has only one timezone - Russia, Australia, or China?” Katie quizzed her roommate.

“Australia?” Ally answered.

“Sorry that was wrong, the correct answer was China,” Katie replied, with a suspicious look on her face, since she thought Ally answered that wrong on purpose.

“For your last wedge, Stacy, please answer, how many basic positions are there in ballet?” Daddie asked Stacy.

“Five?” Stacy replied after thinking for a bit.

“Correct, roll again,” Daddie told her as he handed her an orange wedge.

Katie looked even more suspicious at Ally when she got her next winning question wrong, too, almost as if she was trying to prolong the game to give Stacy a chance to win.  

Daddie looked at the time and said, “Someone better win this soon. It is just after nine P.M. Two girls got to be in bed in about twenty minutes.” 

When the nail-biting game was finally won by Ally, Katie had five wedges, Stacy had all six and was one space from the center, and Daddie was trailing behind with three.  

“Allison, the guest room next to Katie’s is made up for you. I am going to tuck the girls in,” Daddie said.

“I will gladly do that if you don’t mind,” Ally said.

“Fine with me, make sure they brush their teeth, Katie is dry, and Stacy uses the bathroom,” he instructed all three of them.  “I will clean up this mess,” he continued.

After she marched them upstairs and they did their bathroom duties, she put a dry diaper on her regressed roommate.  Pulling back both covers, she waited until the girls crawled in bed and trundle bed.  After tucking them in, she started to read them a picture book from the many books spread around Katie's room.

[BeckyAnne]

Sorry for not posting, been busy and the new chapters were not ready to post. I was able to get a few chapters edited. But only a couple. Hopefully I will get time soon to edit some more chapters.

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Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Twenty-Nine:  Punishments

Allison was directing two short sleepyheads to the breakfast table the following day, where Daddie had already prepared plates of bacon and eggs waiting.  He was in the process of pouring four glasses of orange juice before digging Katie’s tablet out for his daughter.  She helped her regressed roommate in the highchair before strapping her in and placing the tray on the chair.  

Ally continued to the counter to grab two bibs, placing the first one on Katie before going to where Stacy was sitting. She said, “Stacy, place your arms down and look up, please.”  When the little girl had done the requested items, she tied the bib around the exposed neck, which just got a shrug out of the second-grader.

Ally asked while they were eating breakfast, “How much time do we have before church? I would like to curl the girls’ hair if possible, and where are the girls’ dresses?”

“You have just under two hours, and they are the matching dresses in Katie’s closet.  They can decide who wears what color,” Daddie answered. He continued jokingly, “You are trying to replace me, aren’t you, Allison,” which caused the college student to blush in response. 

    After breakfast was done, Ally cleaned both the girls’ faces before removing the bibs and helped Katie out of her highchair before directing both the girls upstairs to Katie's room.  Handing Stacy a clean panty, she sent her to the bathroom to use it.  Meanwhile, the older girl was changing her roommate’s bottom.  “You sure soak your diapers. I am surprised you don’t wake up wet at college,” she told the regressed girl.

    “Umm, my pull-up has been wet when I wake up for a few days after I get back to college from visiting here this past month,” Katie nervously said.

    “And you haven’t told Tiff, your Daddie, or me why?” Allison demanded while she was putting on Katie the white tights she found in the dresser as Stacy walked back into the room.

“I didn’t want to worry anyone,” Katie meekly answered as Ally handed Stacy some white tights and black Mary Janes that Sara had packed. 

Ally turned to the closet and pulled out an orange dress and a dark yellow dress. Both dresses had white trim and black embroidery, and a bag was with them. She handed Stacy a full petticoat slip from the bag before putting the other one on Katie. “OK, don’t fight girls. Who wants what color?” she asked.

In the end, Stacy ended up with the dark yellow dress, and the regressed girl ended up with the other one. After buttoning up the black buttons on both girls and tying the black sashes, she directed the girls next door to the room she was staying in to curl both of their heads.

After about thirty minutes of curling and an entire can of hairspray, both girls had a head of curls with a matching hair bow in their curls. She finally told them to play nicely in Katie’s room while she got ready for church herself. “And don’t get dirty,” she told their departing backs. 

When Ally came back in the room to lead them downstairs, Katie asked her, “Why did you have a full can of hairspray and curling iron? You personally decided to braid your own hair.”

With a red face, Ally replied, “I have been looking forward to curling your hair for a while.”

“Allison Maples! You have access to my head anytime I am not here, which is most of the month. All you have to do is ask. Heck, don’t ask. Tell me you are going to do it, for all I care,” Katie told her roommate as they went down the stairs.

“But at college, you are an adult,” Ally pointed out, coming off the steps.

Katie thought of that statement and said, “You better ask Tiffany if I am an adult at college. She will disagree with you. I disagree with you, too. The only time I fully feel like an adult anymore is while I am in class, and that is because I force myself to be one.”

Daddie walked into the kitchen when that discussion ended and said, “Stacy, what side of the car are you sitting behind, Allison or me?”

“Katie’s normal spot again, please, Uncle,” she answered, which caused Katie to just look at her best friend, and Daddie and Ally just shrugged.  When they got to the car in the garage, Daddie helped Katie into the booster while Ally was strapping Stacy into the car seat.  Leaving the driveway, they actually followed the Bullards' car to church.

“Mr. Olsen, sometime today, I need to talk to you privately without little ears around to hear,” Ally finally got up the nerve to broach the subject. 

He said, “Call me Adam, Allison, and I am assuming it will be about one of the two in the backseat,” causing Katie to blush.

“Ok, Adam, it is, and yes, you are correct,” she said as they parked at the church next to the Bullards.  Soon after the car stopped, Sara opened both passenger doors and set to work, releasing Stacy from the chair.

“Mommie, you need a key to release me,” Stacy told her as Ally handed her the key.  

Ally said, “That was the second time she has requested sitting there. The first time, she ran to the car to beat Katie for the seat. She apparently doesn’t mind being trapped in the seat,” as Sara helped Stacy down.

The six of them headed towards the church, with Adam and Mr. Bullard opening the doors for the four ladies.  The greeter wondered who Allison was and got an answer of a family friend from Adam. While this was all going on, Katie and Stacy wandered to where Becka, Heather, and Jennie were milling around, bored. 

Heather said, “Matching dresses again? Matching themed costumes yesterday. I think you two are secretly sisters.”

The two adopted sisters just blushed in response before being directed to a pew by Allison. After the preacher released them to the children’s church later in the service, Auntie released the two girls to the aisle, and they headed down to the classroom with the rest of the children.

~o~O~o~

    Coming back from the classroom, Katie happens to look in the infant nursery to see Allison bouncing a fussy baby.  She pointed that out to Stacy as they continued on to the common room, where they only found the two daddies.  She waited patiently for Daddie to notice her before handing him her artwork and then going to sit next to Stacy on the velvet bench.

    After about fifteen minutes, Auntie directed the two girls toward the Bullard's car.  Noticing the spot where Daddie had been parked was empty, Katie asked, “Where is my Daddie?”

    “He and Allison left already. Something about getting the food ready and a private discussion without little ears,” Auntie answered as she made sure everyone was seatbelted.

    “I'm not sure why it has to be private. I know she wants to talk to him about me waking up with wet pull-ups at college. What exactly does she want to do about them? I am not sure,” Katie ranted.

“How long has this problem been happening at college, young lady?” Auntie asked pointedly at Katie.

Meekly, Katie said, “Since the beginning of the month, but only for the first three to four days after I leave here.”

    Soon, they arrived at Daddie’s house, and Katie let them into the house via the backdoor, finding it unlocked.  Walking into the kitchen, she found Allison mashing potatoes while Daddie was setting the table. Grabbing Stacy’s hand, she went upstairs to keep themselves occupied until dinner. 

    Auntie soon called the two girls down to the dinner table, where once they were seated, Katie had a bib tied around her neck by Ally, and Auntie did the same to her daughter.  After grace was said, everyone dug into the roast with potatoes, carrots, Brussels sprouts, and buns.  

    “Adam, this roast is excellent today. It's very tender, and the mashed potatoes are great, too,” Mr. Bullard said.

    “Thank you, but I can’t take any credit for any of this meal, Allison did it all.  She did give me a heart attack at about seven this morning. I heard someone in my kitchen.  I thought it was a burglar. Instead, it was her in her pajamas cooking up carrots. She put all of it in the slow cooker this morning before church, except for the buns.  Actually, the only thing she hasn’t done this weekend is kick me out of my house. She did two meals and did the primary watching of the two angels, too,” Daddie told the Bullards.

    Blushing, Ally pointed out, “You did do breakfast today.”

    “That is because I snuck in to do it while you were distracted with waking the girls up.  Don’t take me wrong, Allison, I am really just teasing you. I will eat your cooking any day, but I don’t want you or anyone else to think I am taking advantage of you,” Daddie pointed back to her.

    “How did you cook the potatoes and Brussels sprouts in the slow cooker?” Sara asked Allison.

    “You basically steam them by tying them to the lid with a clean cloth, or in this case, two clean cloths. Thankfully, Adam’s slow cooker was big enough to do that,” Ally taught.

    After the plates were clean, Allison brought out six portions of vanilla pudding, which caused one shocked face and delighted faces on the rest.  

    “Where did I have vanilla pudding, either premade or in powder, Allison?” Adam asked.

    “You didn’t, but you had all the ingredients to make it from scratch, including the vanilla extract,” she answered.

    “This is homemade?” Sara asked.

    Smiling, Allison answered, “Yep.”

    “I would tell you to marry her, Adam, but Kathleen might get a little upset by that,” Sara told her neighbor.

    Looking at the red with anger regressed teenager and red with embarrassment, Allison, Adam said, “Yes, that would make her upset enough to make me ten thousand dollars poorer, but I need more than food to live in this life, and I think I would rather prefer taking care of someone than someone taking care of me.”

    “May I be excused to my bedroom, Sir?” Katie asked before she made a fool of herself, crying all over the table.

    Sighing, he said, “Yes, you may, Buttercup.”

    With the bib still on herself, Katie ran up the stairs towards her bedroom.  She thought she heard a disembodied voice say, “Walk please, sweetie,” half up the steps.  She forcibly shut her door, fell on one of her turret seats, and just let her tears flow.  Adam might replace her with her own college roommate, the nerve of both of them.  She must have fallen asleep because she woke up with Stacy rubbing her back.  “Stacy! How long have I been asleep?” she asked while she tried to wipe her face with her bib, which only made it worse.

    “For about thirty minutes, everyone has been worried about you. My mother is beside herself, feeling guilty for the whole mess. Allison tried to get someone to take her somewhere called Girard and said she was dropping out of college,” Stacy said, the last bit causing Katie to run out of the room.

    Running into the parlour, she found three of the four adults, “Where is Ally?” she demanded.

    “In the kitchen,” came Ally’s hesitant, disembodied voice.

    “Katie Ann, your face is a mess,” Daddie said.

    She replied, “I am well aware of that, but I currently have more important stuff to worry about.” With that delivered, she ran to the kitchen, which caused three disembodied voices to yell, “Walk!”

    “Ally, you can’t drop out of college,” Katie told her roommate forcefully as she hugged her.

    Ally, relieved, said, “Well, that isn’t the greeting I expected. I expected to be led to the guillotine because someone suggested I steal your man/Daddie. I have calmed down, and I am going nowhere. You are still stuck with me if you will have me.”

    Continuing to hug her roommate, Katie said, “I was mad at the world, but I am calm now after I have cried myself to sleep.  We both are stuck with the other one.”

    “You are a mess, and you have made my dress a mess. I think it is time we clean you up, little girl,” Ally said, taking the bib off her regressed roommate. Then, she took her roommate’s hand tightly and led her towards the stairs.

While walking through the parlour, Ally said to the gathered adults, “I am going to go upstairs and change this mess back into an angel.”

“That is fine, but we have some stuff to discuss when she is done,” Daddie told both of them.

Once in the bedroom, Ally set a changing mat on Katie’s bed and promptly changed the little girl’s bottom before using wet wipes to clean the messy face and her own dress. “Where did you fall asleep, little girl?”

“In the turret,” Katie hesitantly answered.

With that statement, Ally sent Katie downstairs for that, awaiting discussion, saying that she was going to stay upstairs to do her homework. The last the little girl saw of her was her scrubbing the cushion where the regressed girl fell asleep.  

Walking into the parlour, Katie said, “Here I am, Daddie.”

“Where is Allison?” Auntie Sara asked.

“She said she was going to do homework,” Katie answered.

“What is her full legal name, Sweetie?” Daddie asked.

“Allison Madison Maples,” Katie said meekly.

“ALLISON MADISON MAPLES, DOWNSTAIRS NOW!” Adam screamed up the stairs.

Allison came running down the stairs and, after skidding to a stop, said, “Sorry, Sir, I thought you just wanted to talk to her.”

“Now that both of you are here, I want to apologize to both of you and Adam. My joke was out of line. It had further-reaching consequences than I envisioned. It was just supposed to be a fun joke,” Sara started. “I hope your two's relationship hasn’t been changed by the joke.  I also hope that Katie’s and Adam’s relationship hasn’t changed. If they have been changed, I will help repair them. Now I think it is time I leave. I have done enough damage for one day,” she continued before turning to the door, only to find Allison and Katie blocking her way.

“Our…” both the girls started before Allison decided to let Katie speak first.  “Our relationship is fine now, and as far as I know, my relationship with Daddie is fine too. Please stay and stop beating yourself up, Auntie,” the regressed girl said.

“We both care a lot for each other. I think our relationship is fine. It was already changed this weekend, but that has nothing to do with the joke. Whether Katie likes it or not, it is now more of a babysitter and child relationship than a two teenagers' relationship,” Ally said, that last bit causing Katie to blush and look a little bit concerned.

“Allison, you’re not going to drop out of college?” Adam asked.

“No, I think I will stay in college,” Ally answered.

“Katie, you’re not going to use the joke against me?” Daddie asked.

“No, Daddie,” Katie answered while hugging him.

“Sara, are you going to stay and enjoy yourself? Everything is back to where it was before.”

Sara hesitantly answered, “ I guess I will. I am glad that Katie doesn’t hate me.”

“Now I have some punishment to give out,” Daddie said, looking at the two college girls. “Allison, you can find a corner for your nose for your dropping out of college temper tantrum. Katie, you can find one for running in the house. Sara, you better find one too, for starting the whole mess. Stacy, you can find one if you want to, but you haven’t done anything punishable,” Adam said, with a smirk at the last one.

Coughing with surprise, Stacy said, “Nah, I think I will cuddle in my Daddie’s lap,” as the other three quietly and without comment went to an open corner.

After five minutes, Daddie said, “Katie, you may get out of the corner, and you two girls can go up and play.” As the two girls started up the stairs, he said, “Buttercup, you might want to eat this upstairs,” before handing her a covered bowl of pudding.

“Yes, it is very good,” Stacy told her friend.

Once in the bedroom, Katie suggested Play-Doh, which Stacy readily agreed to.  They had been playing for about thirty minutes when Ally walked into the room with her homework bag.  “Hello, Allison. Have you just got out of the corner?” Stacy asked as the college student went slowly to the turret to work on some homework.

“Five or ten minutes ago, he released me from the corner,” Ally answered as she sat very carefully as if she had a sore bottom.

Katie, with a shocked look on her face, pointed out, “You were in the corner for about thirty minutes, Ally, and I have never been in the corner for more than five minutes.  Is your bottom also sore? Exactly how bad was this temper tantrum you had while I was sleeping?”

Stacy started coughing, and Ally got about fire engine red and said slowly, “It was a doozy, and I might have taught Stacy some new colorful words, too. It wasn’t because of the joke. It was because of what I figured to be a ruined relationship between us two.  And I was serious about dropping out of college at the time, too.  Also, yes, Katie, my bottom is quite a bit sore. I was offered either more time in the corner or a spanking.” Ally continued while rubbing her bottom, “I foolishly chose the spanking.”  

Stacy asked, “What about my Mommie?”

Ally replied, “She was still in the corner when I left; I have no clue, sweetie.”  With that discussion over, the girls returned to the Play-Doh, and Ally turned to her homework.

~o~O~o~

After a few hours, Allison turned to the two girls, who were still quietly playing in the room, and said, “Would you two like something to drink? I'm going to see how many I am cooking for tonight.”

“Yes, please,” both of them said at almost the same time before returning to their coloring books.

Ally walked out of the room, taking Katie’s dirty bowl with her.

Soon after she left, Mr. Bullard walked into the room with two glasses of iced tea to say goodbye to his daughter. “Stacy, I have to get back to Harrisburg. Have fun this week. You too, Katie,” he said while hugging her.

Twenty-five minutes later, Allison’s voice filtered up the stairs with “Stacy, Katie, supper!”

Once they got down at the table, Katie saw the high chair had returned, and though Mr. Bullard had already left, Auntie was still there.  

“Sweetie, let me help you in your chair,” Daddie said before lifting her up and setting her in the highchair. He then strapped her in and put the tray on.

Allison took grilled cheeses with ham out of the kitchen and set one on each of the five plates while Auntie tied a bib on each of the two girls to protect the dresses they were still wearing. When Supper was over, Auntie made Stacy say goodbye to everyone. It was a school night, and they really should get home before both of the little girls were up way past their bedtimes. 

After Stacy had left, Katie was led upstairs by Allison to the bathroom for a bath.  After the bath was done, the regressed girl was placed back in a thick nighttime diaper and the same one-piece pajamas as yesterday. “I hear you make an excellent rag doll or teddy bear, I was really tempted to make you into one and sleeping with you, but that would make tomorrow too complicated,” Allison teased her roommate. 

Daddie walked into the room and said, “Allison, you don’t mind if I tuck her in today?”

“No, do you want me to leave, Adam?”

“There's no need to. You can stay around if you want to,” he said as he tucked his regressed daughter into bed.

“What time is it? Is it nine thirty already?” Katie asked, shocked that it was already her bedtime.

Ally said, “Nine ten, but you had an emotional day. An early bedtime will do you good,” while Adam searched for a book and then started reading it to her.
 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Thirty: Girl Scouts

The next morning, a sleepy Katie was woken up by Ally, “Rise and shine, little girl. It is time to get you dressed for school.”

After a quick diaper change, a white tee with orange long sleeves featuring a unicorn and a few pumpkins on the front was dropped over her head. She was offered a pair of tan corduroys to put on herself and some ruffled socks. After she was dressed, Allison sat next to her and put her hair into curly pigtails. Ally continued with tying two orange bows into the regressed girl's hair so that her ears were being tickled again.

Both of them soon headed downstairs, where they found Daddie gathering up Ally’s bags and a few other items in the mud room. Katie didn’t recognize any of her items in the pile, except it appeared her laundry basket was being used as a convenient place to put multiple bags when she tried looking in the room before her roommate ushered her to the high chair.

After strapping Katie in the chair and placing a bib on the regressed girl, Allison set a bowl of cereal on the tray before getting her own bowl of cereal. After both bowls were done and the little girl had drunk her sippy cup, Allison led her charge to the car after cleaning the messy face.

Allison was busy strapping her regressed roommate into her car seat just as Daddie was putting the last bags into the back of the car.  Heading down the road, he asked her where he was dropping her off.

Allison said, “My first class on Mondays is actually the same class as Katie.”

“Okay, you will find your stuff in your dorm room, Allison,” Daddie said.

Ally tried to say thank you, but Katie asked how he was going to do that. All the regressed girl got in response was Ally reaching back and putting a pacifier in the little girl’s mouth. She then said, “Thank You, Adam. Please keep in mind what I told you yesterday on the way home from church.”

“I haven’t forgotten about it. I am not sure if I will be able to deal with it this week. It may require me to order some stuff online, Allison,” Daddy said.

When they got to the building that both of their classes were in, Ally got out of the car and opened Katie’s door. She then took the pacifier out of the regressed girl’s mouth and put it in her own pocket. She finally released the trapped girl before both of them went to the back, where Daddie was waiting with two backpacks. He handed Ally her backpack before handing his daughter a pink Disney Princess backpack, not her purple backpack.

“Sweetie, I will pick you up directly from your eleven o’clock class at twelve-thirty to forty-five. You will find your college ID in the front pocket of your new backpack,” Daddie instructed his daughter.

“Where are my keys and my phone, Daddie?” Katie asked.

He answered, “You don’t need either one today. You are just going to be away from me for just under four hours, Sweetheart.”

Shrugging, Katie just hugged him before grabbing the hand that Ally was holding out for her. With that, both of the girls went in for Literature class.  

“Allison, is it bring your little sister to college day?” A fellow college student asked in the hall.

“In the spirit of the season, I have dressed my roommate quite young since she lost a bet, but if you excuse me, if we dilly dally, we will be late,” Ally told the student.

Seated in the classroom, Katie and Ally talked to their fellow students quietly while they waited for the professor to arrive.  Soon, she entered, and, while facing the whiteboard, started with, “OK, class, we will continue our discussion about Mark Twain we started…” before trailing off and staring at Katie, as she turned around, “... Kathleen, is that you?”

Blushing, Katie meekly said, “... last I checked.”

Shrugging, the professor just continued with teaching the class.

~o~O~o~

At twelve forty, Daddie picked up Katie from where she was waiting for him. She soon found herself back in the car seat and started to read the book she had found in the car activity bag while Daddie was placing her backpack in the now empty back.

Once they were back in Riverville, after a quick stop at Wendy’s for food, they both went up to her bedroom to change her bottom.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you do your homework in the turret before you go to Stacy’s house for Girl Scouts,” he said as he handed her the princess backpack.

“Girl Scouts?” she asked as she set up on the window seat.

“Yes, Stacy and Aunt Sara invited you,” he mentioned.

~o~O~o~

    Katie packed her homework back up after she was done and then took her backpack and the sippy cup downstairs.  She didn’t find Daddie in the main parts of the house, so she screamed, “Daddie, where are you?”

    “Katie Ann Telgenhof, inside voice, I was in my home office. You can put your nose in the corner for screaming,” Daddie said, coming into the parlour where she was standing.  She decided not to argue and just put her nose in the corner as requested.

    While she was standing in the corner, she heard what sounded like a bus stop nearby.  Soon after the bus left, she was released from the corner with, “Katie Ann, you may come out of the corner, go to the mud room, and put your shoes on, and then you can go next door.  Let me know before you walk across the lawn so I can watch you,” Daddie told her.

    Walking to the office, she found Daddie on the phone discussing business. She patiently waited for him to be done. When he was, she told him, “Daddie, I am ready to go next door.” She was escorted to the front door, where he watched her cross the two lawns. Ringing the doorbell, she was greeted by Auntie opening the door.  

    “Katie, come on in. Stacy is doing homework in the kitchen,” Auntie Sara said as she let her adopted niece in. She continued, “Adam always dresses you in the cutest outfits, Sweetie.”

    “Thank you, Auntie, but Ally dressed me today,” Katie corrected her Auntie as she walked towards her friend. She looked at the homework that Stacy was doing. It appeared the homework was two-digit addition math. “Eighteen plus fourteen is thirty-two, Bestie,” she told Stacy.

    Stacy jumped and said, “Katie Telgenhof, I didn’t see you come in. You scared me,” as she gave her best friend a hug.

    “Kathleen Annabelle Telgenhof, let Stacy do her own homework,” Auntie said as she gave the regressed girl a quick swat on her padded bottom. The swat caused Katie to jump and rub her bottom. It really just hurt her pride. There was no real pain. “Katie, while Stacy is doing her homework, you can do your own homework,” Auntie Sara continued.

    “My homework? I did my college homework already, Auntie Sara.”

    “Not that homework, Katie. It's your second-grade homework,” Auntie pointed out, and she handed the little girl a stack of books.

    Looking at the books, Katie saw that they were second-grade workbooks, specifically math, reading comprehension, geography, science, and one simply called scholar. Flipping to the front of one of the books, she saw that the owner had been pre-filled out with ‘Katie Telgenhof.’  Shrugging, she just sat down quietly next to her best friend at the breakfast bar. 

“I want you to do ten pages, at least one page in each book, and I will be grading them,” she was told as she was handed a pencil. As Katie was working on the first page of the math book, she felt Auntie playing around with her hair. 

“Auntie, what are you doing?”

“Changing the color of your bow so it will match your new Girl Scout outfit when you eventually put it on,” was the answer received. After she was done, she told both girls, “I am going to grade my own students’ homework. Let me know if you need help or when both of you are done,” and walked out of the room.
 

~o~O~o~

“Mommie we are done,” Stacy pointed out to where her mother was working.  She handed her homework to her mother and waited while it was checked over.

“Very good, Sweetheart,” Auntie told her own daughter before walking over to where Katie was waiting with her books.  After receiving the books from her nieces, she also checked them over.  Auntie told her niece, “Very good, Sweetie.  OK, both of you, head up to Stacy’s room and change. Stacy, your clean uniform is on the head of the bed. Katie, your new uniform is at the foot.  I will be up soon to change your bottom.”

When Katie got to her friend's bedroom, she saw two brownie uniforms sitting on the bed.  Going to the one that Auntie said was hers, she started to change her blouse and put the skirt on.  After that was done, she took a look at the vest before putting it on.  It had the normal starter items on it, with no badges earned.  Lastly, she turned to face Stacy, who was dressed similarly to her, except for her friend, who had a few badges.

When Auntie walked in the room, Stacy was sent downstairs while Katie’s bottom was dealt with. Katie noticed that the diaper bag was different than the one Daddie used, and having Allison’s weekend discussion fresh on her mind, asked, “Auntie? Did Daddie provide that diaper bag?”

“He offered to, but I bought everything myself. You are over here enough for me to need my own.”

“Why do you do it? I am technically not incontinent. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind diapers, but everyone has been jumping at the chance to diaper me.”

“I do it because that is who you are, and I love you for who you are. On the other hand, I seem to remember that you said your pull-ups are not staying dry at college,” Auntie said, helping her niece up.

Katie turned bright red and, not knowing what to say, just walked out of the room with Auntie to wait downstairs with Stacy for the other girls. 

The two girls were not alone for long. Soon, other girls started to show up.  When Becka showed up, she asked, “Katie, did you join Girl Scouts?”

“I am not sure,” Katie said. Looking at Auntie, she continued, “Auntie, did I join this Girl Scouts troop?”

“I would love to have you, but I don’t think I or your mother can manage the hour journey one way every Monday, so you will only join us on the rare occasions when your Dad is watching you on Mondays. Sorry, Sweetie,” Auntie said. 

Katie mumbled quietly, barely loud enough for Stacy to hear, with a frown, “Which is almost never!”

Auntie continued, “Maybe if you enjoy this, I can help you find a troop at home,” which got a smile out of Katie.  When all the girls had arrived, Auntie told them all, “Welcome, girls. We are going to get started with the promise before singing a silly song. Eventually, we will be walking to our previously scheduled volunteering at the nursing home, and finally, we will close back here for your parents to pick you up.  As you may notice, we have a guest today that you may have met on Saturday.  Katie give everybody a wave, and everyone say hi to Katie.”

Katie just shyly waved as a chorus of girls said hi to her before joining the girls in the Girl Scout Promise she remembered from her past.  

~o~O~o~

    “Do I have all the girls here in the lobby?” Auntie asked as she counted the gathered girls in the lobby of the nursing home.  She continued with, “Nine troublemakers, I believe that is everyone, please group up into groups of three, and each group hold hands as we cross streets, like how we got here.”  With that, she led the girls back towards her house.

    When they got back to the house, one or two cars were parked in the driveway, with patiently waiting parents in them. Auntie ignored them and led the girls towards the house, where she had the girls gather into a friendship circle as a closer. Once she officially closed the meeting, she released the girls to their parents.

    Katie just milled around until the rest of the girls had left before Auntie and Stacy escorted her to her house next door. She walked in the door, letting the Bullards in behind her, to find Daddie watching another sports game, which caused her to respond with her normal eye roll.

Daddie greeted them soon after they entered, “Hello girls, how well behaved was she, Sara?” 

Auntie replied back to him, “She is always an Angel, Adam, well other than trying to do Stacy’s homework for her, but I quickly nipped that in the butt. Here are her clothes, and she probably is only damp. I changed her two hours ago, just before the other girls showed up.”

While this discussion was going on, Katie blushed and rubbed her bottom, which her Daddie did not miss. Handing her the bag, she was sent upstairs to change into the pajamas she wore over the weekend. She returned downstairs to discover that the Bullards had left, and Daddie was cooking dinner in the kitchen.

“Come sit down. The food is almost ready. After dinner, we can find a Disney movie to watch before bedtime, Sweetie,” Daddie told her.
 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Thirty-One: Halloween 

When Katie was woken up bright and early the next morning, she tried to figure out when she went to bed. The last thing she remembered was watching ‘The Lion King’ on the TV.  She wasn’t sure what time it was, but Daddie was rushing her like they were running late.  She looked outside to see that it was still quite dark outside.  Before she could blink she found herself in a dry diaper and an orange and black dress with a cat and a pumpkin on the front of it.

During a quick breakfast in the high chair, Daddie braided her hair into pigtails, and soon, her ears were being tickled by the ends of bows again. After she was done, she was led to the car and strapped in. Turning to the ever-present car activity bag, she grabbed the book to read it to pass the time.

“Pumpkin, I have court later this morning.  I will pick you up at seven after your Chem Lab.  Find or call Tiffany or Allison if you need a diaper change today,” Daddie instructed while they were on the road.

When they got to Katie’s first class of the day, he let her out and then handed her the princess backpack. “You will find your phone and ID in the front pocket. Remember to find Tiffany or Allison if you need a change. I love you, Buttercup,” he told her.

“I love you too, Daddie. No keys today, again?” she asked as she hugged him.

“No need for them. You will be staying again at my house tonight.”

“Okay, Daddie,” she said as she went into the class building.

~o~O~o~

At the usual time that she ate lunch on Tuesday, Katie walked into Reynolds Dining Hall and showed her ID to the student checking IDs at the door.  They and quite a few people today had treated her like the little girl she was dressed like. Truthfully, it felt right to be treated that way, so she didn’t mind it. 

“You look so realistic. I thought you were an actual little girl. I was trying to figure out why you were eating at this dump,” the girl behind her in line told her when she happened to see the ID.

“Thank you,” the regressed girl said loudly before whispering to herself, “I think,” before hightailing away to get food. After she got her food, she took her tray to her cluster's usual table, where she found Tiff, Ally, and a few other girls. “Hello, girls,” she said, which was rewarded with greetings in return.

She hadn’t been eating long when Mrs. Schneider came and sat next to Katie, “Little Katie, you have been dressed adorably again today.”

Jumping because she hadn’t expected Laura’s Mommie, Katie said, “Thank you, Mrs. Schneider.”

“I tried inviting you to trick or treat with Laura tomorrow, but I understand you have prior commitments and will be trick or treating in Riverville.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I will be trick or treating with Stacy tomorrow. I did brownies with her yesterday, too.”

“Oh, you do Girl Scouts?”

“Not really, Ma’am, I would like to, but unless someone is willing to drive two hours every Monday or I find a local troop that is willing to accept a nineteen-year-old seven-year-old, that is just a pipe dream.”

Mrs. Schneider, grinning like the Cheshire Cat, said, “Let me work on that, Princess.  I will tell Laura I saw you. Enjoy your lunch,” and with that, she walked back towards the kitchen.

After she was gone, Katie turned to her roommate and adoptive sister, “Daddie says I am supposed to tell one of you when I need a change.”

“Would you like one, Princess?” Tiff asked.

“Please.”

“Let us finish our lunches, and then I will change you.  I think I will change you into a kitty cat … no, a bunny rabbit … no, a puppy dog … I can’t make up my mind. I better do that quickly.

Katie just stuck her tongue out at her big sister and jumped when Ally tapped her under the chin in punishment.

~o~O~o~

Late afternoon, Katie had some time to kill before dinner, so she headed back to her dorm cluster, to kill time.  She found a few of her cluster mates hanging around in the common room.  Heading to her dorm, she found it locked, which she found odd. It was odd because Ally was usually in the room doing homework at this time on Tuesday.  She headed to a couch to do her homework to kill time instead.

~o~O~o~

Just before dinner found Katie talking to her big sister in their dorm room. She mentioned, “I haven’t seen Ally for the last hour. I am hoping to get in my dorm room. Daddie won’t give me my keys, and I forgot my lab coat when I packed Friday,” while Tiff was typing on her computer.

Soon, there was a knock on the door, so Tiff said, “Come in!”

Ally walked into the room, and went over to where Katie was sitting and handed her the requested lab coat, said, “A little birdie told me you needed this, Princess.”

“Where have you been, Ally?” Katie asked.

“Doing homework like a normal little girl.”

“I found the door locked earlier.”

Ally slowly, as if trying to come up with a believable answer, said, “I didn’t want any distractions.”

Tiff, as if she was trying to change the subject, mentioned that it was time to go to dinner, loud enough for the cluster to hear.  With that message delivered, everyone headed towards the dining hall, leaving Katie with no choice but to follow.

~o~O~o~

After her lab, Katie was waiting outdoors for Daddie to pick her up at the prearranged time and place.  She wasn’t waiting long before the blue Escalade pulled in front of her, with her daddie behind the wheel.

Katie was a bit confused when Daddie helped her into the driver's side back seat instead of the normal side of the car. She found a pink car seat behind the opened door instead of the bolster that normally sat on this seat. Taking a moment to look towards where she usually sat, she found Stacy strapped in her lavender car seat. “Hi, Sis. Have you decided to tag along to pick me up?” Katie asked as Daddie strapped her in her own car seat.

“Yes, Sis, I wanted to see your college,” Stacy answered as Daddie got in the driver's seat after putting Katie's backpack in the back.

Nodding toward Stacy, Katie quizzed her Daddie, “When did the second car seat appear, Daddie?”

“I bought it today since some girl keeps wanting to sit in yours, and I prefer you a bit more secure,” Daddie replied.

They were soon on the road, not that the two girls in the backseat noticed.  They were busy talking about both of their respective days.

When they were back at Riverville, Daddie dropped Stacy off at her house, before pulling in the garage.  He told his daughter, “After I get you dressed for bed, you have an hour and a half to do homework and/or play.”

“I did all my homework while I was killing time before dinner, and my lab doesn’t have homework, Daddie,” she said as she followed Daddie upstairs.

~o~O~o~

The next morning, Halloween, Daddie woke Katie up bright and early in order to dress her in her costume before taking her to her class.  After making sure her bottom was dry, Katie was dressed in a Little Bo Peep from Toy Story costume, complete with the ruffled underpants.  

“Okay, my little toy. Let us get some breakfast in you so you won't be late for class.”

In the kitchen, Daddie pulled out a regular chair for her and put a bib on her after she sat down on it.  As she started eating her bacon and eggs in front of her, Daddie began to braid her hair.   

“You are done, sweetie?” he asked when she stopped eating.

Nodding, she answered, “Yes, Daddie.”  She no sooner had said that when he started attacking her face with a wet whip after turning her chair sideways.  

He continued by putting an exaggerated amount of blush on her cheeks before doing her lips and bit of mascara.  Stepping back to check his handiwork, he said, “It will do. Sara or the girls could do better, probably.”  

She found a matching bonnet being tied around her chin before he helped her put black Mary Janes on her feet.  He helped her into the car seat once they got to the car.  He had to really scrunch up her costume in order to get the harness to buckle. 

While she was looking for something to keep her busy in the car activity bag, Katie noticed that the other car seat was missing. After he got in the car, she asked her daddie, “Daddie, where is the other car seat?”

“I took it out. We need that seat later, Sweetheart,” he replied as he drove out of the garage. He continued, “I will again be picking you up at twelve thirty today, sweetie.”

~o~O~o~

Allison was waiting for them outside the English department building when they drove up.  Daddie hadn’t been stopped long when she opened the door and released Katie from the harness.  After straightening the costume skirt, she accepted the regressed girl’s princess backpack. 

“I love you, Sweetheart. I will pick you up at twelve-thirty. Behave yourself,” he said while giving his daughter a hug.

“I love you too, Daddie, and I am an Angel,” Katie replied, which caused Daddie and Ally to reply with coughs.

Pouting towards Ally, Katie asked, “What are you doing here?”

“Babysitting a seven-year-old,” Ally answered as she took her regressed roommate's hand.

Following her roommate toward class, Katie replied, “Oh!”

~o~O~o~

After Katie’s last class, she waited outside her classroom building for Daddie to pick her up.  Soon, the blue Escalade parked by her, but she was surprised when Tiff got out of the passenger seat. 

“Come on, Little Bo Peep. Let's get you into your car seat so we can go get lunch,” Tiff told her little sister as she helped Katie into the car. After both girls were in the SUV, Daddie drove away towards a restaurant.

“I like your costume, sweetie,” the hostess told Katie before addressing Tiff, “an adult menu and a kids menu?”

“No, two adults and a kids menu, please. He is parking the car.”

~o~O~o~

Half-past two, Katie was doing homework in her big sister's room when she finally realized that someone should be in class. Where was that girl who was playing hooky? About fifteen minutes ago, she had stepped out with a large carrier bag and headed to another room.  

Katie didn’t have that thought for long when Tiff walked into the room wearing a dress straight out of the Civil War.  The dress silhouette looked like all the correct underpinnings were under it, too. “Sis, you make that re-enacting dress? It looks very nice, too.”

Tiff sat next to her little sister on the bed, and as she was squeezing the padding, she said: “No, I left my re-enacting dresses at home, I borrowed mine and our mystery guest's dress from the Theatre Department.”

As the big sister was making the little sister lie down for a change, the younger one asked, “Shouldn’t you be in class?”

“Yep, I should be, but I am skipping today, sweetie. Don’t you get any ideas!” Tiff said as she changed the regressed girl's bottom.

Soon, Daddie, who had been doing work in the common room, knocked, saying it was time to head towards Riverville.  With that cue delivered, Tiff helped Katie stand up from the bed and grabbed both of their backpacks.  Taking the little girl's hand, she followed Adam towards the car.

Katie wondered who the mystery guest could be when they left without the guest.  She watched Daddie drive across campus before they stopped outside the Mathematics building, where it appeared another Civil War lady was waiting for them.  After the lady got in the car opposite her, she noticed it was Allison.

“Nice dress, Ally,” Katie told her roommate.

“I still like your costume, too, Bo Peep,” Ally replied.

~o~O~o~

When they got to Adam’s house, Ally wasted no time making an early supper of beef & noodles. After the little blended family had their fill of the delicious meal, the older girls refreshed their makeup before Tiff turned to refresh Katie’s makeup.

At about five, the Civil War ladies led Katie across the lawn to Bullard's house. After knocking on the door, Katie said, “Trick or Treat,” to the responding Auntie.

Auntie let the three girls into the house after dropping candy into Katie’s pumpkin.  “Nice costumes, girls, you two would be right in place in a Civil War re-enactment,” Auntie told them.

Tiff replied, “Truthfully, these dresses wouldn’t be allowed at a re-enactment because they aren’t historically accurate.  They are really designed for a play instead.”

Katie looked around and noticed no Stacy, so she asked, “Where is my best friend?”

“She is a bit busy in the little girl's room. She will be back in a second.”

Katie just responded with a blush, not that you notice it behind all the blush on her face.  Stacy took that moment to walk into the room, saving the regressed girl from her embarrassment.  The grade-schooler was wearing a faithful copy of Jessie from Toy Story costume, complete with the hat.

Auntie spoke to the two young girls, “Allison and Tiffany are going to take both of you trick-or-treating. Stay with them, and the same rules apply that you had at the Trunk ‘n Treat. You cannot eat any candy, either, before Adam or I inspect it.”

With the instructions delivered, the four girls headed out to trick or treat, with Daddie’s house the first stop.

~o~O~o~

A couple of hours later, when the girls were tired and doors with lights on were getting scarce, the little costumed group headed towards Stacy’s home.  The two girls hugged goodbye before they split up, and the rest of them headed towards Daddie's house.

Soon, Katie found herself in the bathroom, where Tiffany gave her a bath.  After a short time to play in the tub, followed by scrubbing to make sure she was spotless. After she was dressed for bed, the regressed girl had a short time to play or watch children’s television before being tucked in bed.

[BabySofia]

Great chapter as always! 🙂

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Thirty-Two: Why Is He Here?

Thursday just before lunch, Katie, still dressed in the pink overalls with white hearts on the bib, Tiff had dressed her in this morning at Daddie’s, stopped in her dorm room to lose some books. As she moved the hair ribbon that was tickling her ear, she thought something looked out of place.  Actually, a lot of stuff was out of place, she continued to think to herself.

She could see her bunk bed now had a bed rail with ‘Katie Ann’ on it, and behind it, her bedding had been changed from one fitting for a teenager to pink Disney Princess bedding aimed for a young girl she had become.  As she was leaving with her princess backpack considerably lightened, she noticed a collage of pictures where Ally had a poster before.  Pausing to stand on her tippy toes to examine the images, she saw they were of her.  Checking the time, she decided she had time to study them in detail.

She pulled her step stool over and stood on it to examine the collage in detail. There were quite a few pictures of her and Stacy in various Halloween costumes and locations.  Half of the photographs included the two best friends. At least two of the pictures could be considered blackmail material, the one of her sleeping in the car seat and one of the two girls' pigtails connected together.  She was happy to see that a picture of her and Daddie from the photo session at the resort was on it. Laura, her actual family, her best friends from home, and Auntie also made an appearance in the collage, which made her extremely happy.  In most of these pictures, she was clueless that someone was even taking her picture.

Looking at the time, she left her room and ran towards Reynolds Hall.  As she set her backpack on her cluster's regular table, Tiff asked jokingly, “What took you so long to lose some books, little Sis?”

“I got distracted by some pictures I discovered on my wall,” Katie replied with a blush as she went to get food. 

When she got to the food service area, Mrs. Schneider asked, “I like your bibs, Princess. What can I get you?”

“Half a Monte Cristo, please,” the regressed girl ordered since they looked a bit large. 

When she returned to the table with her half sandwich, apple slices, and an iced tea, Clare told her, “You are extremely cute in your pictures, Sweetheart.”

“I think so too,” Holly replied, which caused Katie to wonder if all of her cluster mates had seen her pictures.  The submissive girl was glad that she hadn’t noticed a photo of her like a cat or in the corner in that collage.

~o~O~o~

    That evening, when Katie entered her dorm room to get ready for bed, she found Ally and Tiff waiting for her in the room. They requested that she take a seat on her bed, which made a crinkling noise when she sat down on it.  Taking a chance to look around at her bed, she saw that at the foot of it, there were a few Princess-themed throw pillows, and she gained another pillow at the head, for a total of two.  Laying on the bed near her was a changing pad with a diaper bag on top of it.  Her personalized bed rail had disappeared somewhere since the last time she was in the room, too.

    “Katie, we need to have a talk. We will start by asking how old you are currently,” Ally told her.

    Looking around, Katie replied, “I guess I am currently seven.”

    “Let me remind you that the contract doesn’t apply to you when you are not at Adam’s.  You can decide if you are seven or nineteen here,” Tiff pointed out.

    The regressed girl asked, “What age do you want me to be?”

    “That is for you to choose, Sweetie,” Ally said.

    “I guess I will stay with seven. I only feel like nineteen when I am in class or doing classwork.”

    Tiff nodded in agreement, as she mentioned, “You said that a few times to us and Laura’s mother, too.”

    “We will treat you like a seven-year-old, but you are not locked to being a grade-schooler. If you want to grow up, you can by simply telling one of us,” Tiff said, before continuing, “Let's talk about the changes in your part of the room.”

    “My bed crinkles now, and there was a bedrail when I was in here earlier,” Katie mentioned.

    Ally said, “OK since you started in that vein, we will start there. We have waterproofed your bed. The bed rail is currently put away under your mattress. After I tuck you in, I can raise it up. Let’s not forget about the obvious thing, your bedding has been changed, too.”

“Do I have to use the bed rail?”

“No, you are not required. I may change my mind later if you start rolling out of bed, Sweetie,” Ally answered, which received a nod from Katie.
 
“Adam and us two went through your clothes and pruned anything that wasn’t a child-size since technically children’s size is the only stuff that fits you,” Tiff continued.

    Ally told the little girl, “We replaced a few items, but Adam gave us at least a thousand dollars for the three of us to go shopping tomorrow night.”

    “Your old bedding and old clothes are boxed up in your closet, in case you cherish one of them,” Tiff continued.

    “I do not cherish any of them. My prom and graduation dresses, which I do, are still at my parents' house.”

    “Continuing on to the pink elephant in the room, we need to deal with items sitting next to you and the reason your bed has been waterproofed,” Tiff started.

    Ally continued, “You are in quite the catch twenty-two, with your wet pull-ups at night.  If we ignore them, you are going to eventually wet the bed.”

    “Diapering you at night will just increase the problem.  Katie, how many nights were you wet when you last woke up wet?” Tiffany asked her sister.

    The regressed girl replied, “Four to five nights after I left, Daddie, Sissy.”

    “We, your caretakers, have decided that we are going to take the lesser of two evils. We will diaper you at bedtime. You can still wear pull-ups or panties during the day.  Adam did point out that you haven’t had panties in your dirty laundry since the first time he did your laundry. So, I doubt that last one is going to happen, but the option is available to you during the day,” Tiff said.

    Ally instructed, “Just like at Adam’s, you are not allowed to diaper yourself. Find one of us two to change your bottom.”

    “Continuing on the rules front, as long as you are seven, you are not allowed to leave campus without one or more of your three guardians, Adam, Allison, I, or an approved adult, with you.  You are also required to inform us if you want to go anywhere that is outside of your normal routine on or off-campus,” Tiff continued on the subject.

    They continued by asking the regressed girl if she had any questions, which was answered with a timid no.  Tiff proceeded to pull one-piece footed pajamas out of Katie’s pajama drawer and hand it to Ally. After kissing the little girl on the forehead goodnight, the big sister walked out of the room to get ready for bed herself.

After Ally removed the bows and braids from the regressed girl’s hair, she promptly sent her charge to take a shower since they didn’t have the preferred bathtub.  When the little girl came out of the bathroom, Allison led her to the changing mat and had her lay down on it after making sure she was adequately dried by the towel.  Soon, the regressed girl found herself in the Minnie Mouse onesie, complete with the required diaper under it.

After Katie sat down on a desk chair, Ally started to blow dry the girl’s hair, which caused the small one to purr with delight.  After tucking the little one in bed, Ally asked, “Bedrail up or down, Princess?”

Katie, after thinking for a while, meekly said, “Up, please,” which was answered by her bed rail being placed up.

Before she walked out of the room into the cluster, Ally told her roommate, “If someone had told me at the beginning of the year that I was going to volunteer to be a caregiver to my roommate, Including putting diapers on her, I would have told them they were crazy.” Pausing to catch her thoughts, she continued, “But then again, you didn’t ask to be taken care of by anyone but Adam. The rest of us willingly volunteered for that position.”

Katie nodded at the previous statement, as Allison pointed out, “You don’t mind someone caring for you, either, brat,” as she stuck her tongue out at the regressed girl.

Katie could only blush at what her roommate said, as said roommate walked into the cluster turning off the lights in the process.

~o~O~o~

The next morning found Katie walking into her American National Government class and took her normal seat in the front of the classroom.  After digging her class notebook and a pen out, she set her princess backpack on the floor out of the way, leaning against her desk.

When it was almost time for class to start, the professor came up to the front with two guests,... Mr. Bullard?!?!?!? and Stacy?!?!?!?!?!?!?!  Stacy was smiling directly at her and was holding a stack of papers. She should be in school in Riverville, and why would Mr. Bullard be here in her ANG class?

At eleven o’clock exactly, the professor addressed the class, “Class, we have a guest today, State Congressman Samuel Bullard, with his daughter. With no further introduction, I give you the Honorable Bullard.”

Congressman Bullard said, “Thank you, Professor. My daughter, Stacy, is handing out a handout to each of you. She has an in-service today at her school. When she offered between going to grandma’s or coming here, she jumped at the chance of coming here.” He continued while looking directly at Katie, “I am not exactly sure why.”

Katie just scrunched down in her desk, trying to hide, which didn’t go unnoticed by Stacy and some of her classmates, while under Mr. Bullard’s glance.

“While she is still handing those handouts out, I will get started on my little discussion. When that is done, I will open the floor to questions for me,” the congressman continued.

Stacy sat next to Katie and handed her best friend enough handouts for the front row, saying, “Here you go, Katie.”

“Thank you, Stacy,” Katie said while handing the rest down the row after taking one.

~o~O~o~

“If there are no more questions, I have been given permission to dismiss you. Thank you for your attention. You have been an excellent class. Goodbye,” Sam Bullard told the class.

Katie was doing what she usually did after class, waiting until the crowds died down, so she turned to Stacy, “Stacy Bullard!”

“Yes, Katie Telgenhof!”

“Why didn’t you tell me, your mother has my phone number,” Katie continued.

“And miss that shocked look on your face, what is the fun in that?” Stacy said while sticking her tongue out.

Katie stuck her tongue out and said, “No fair.”

“You two, I saw that,” Mr. Bullard said, which got blushes out of both of the girls. “Sweetie, what are your plans for this afternoon?” he asked Katie after he finished talking to the professor and a few students.

“I usually meet Tiffany at the dorm and go to lunch at Reynolds every other Friday. After lunch, I do homework before hanging around the dorm,” the college student said as they walked towards Whitlatter Hall.

Stacy asked, “What about the other Fridays?” 

“Daddie takes me to the town where a strange girl by the name of Stacy lives.”

Katie got rewarded with her best friend sticking her tongue out at her, so she responded back with her own tongue.  Soon, the two girls were jumping in surprise when they got a light tap under their chin from Stacy’s father. “You are welcome to join Tiff and me at the food court, Stacy and Mr. Bullard. It is definitely not the Ritz, though,” Katie told her friends.

“Can we, Daddie?”

He told the two girls, “First, Katie, call me Uncle Sam because you call my wife Aunt. Second, yes, Stacy, we will eat with your best friend. “ He continued, “Katie, is there any chance you can watch Stacy this afternoon while I have another meeting?”

“Umm, that would be like a seven-year-old watching a seven-year-old,” Katie said meekly while twirling one of her hair ribbons that Allison had put in her pigtails this morning. 

As they entered the dorm, Stacy said, “I expected you to be your nineteen-year-old self at college, Katie.”

“I only feel like my older self when I am at a class, Stacy. I am seven until I tell Ally or Tiff otherwise and am under their guardianship.”

Stacy felt like she was treading on the sacred ground, walking into Katie’s dorm room.  She picked out her best friend's bunk right away with the princess sheets, with a changing mat sitting on top.  “Katie, you need padding here now? Uncle Adam tell you to?”

“No, Ally and Tiff decided I needed them because I can’t keep my pull-ups dry,” Katie said with a blush. “I don’t need to wear diapers during the day, though. Oh, Stacy, before I forget, stand on that stool and look at those pictures,” the regressed girl said the last bit to distract her best friend.

“Half of these pictures include me. Aww, look at that one of you sleeping.  Who is Alice in this picture of you?”

“Laura, my supposedly local friend, but the only time I saw her was there at that Halloween party, but her Mommie wants me to do stuff with her sometime,” Katie answered as the little party walked out of the room.

Stacy questioned, “Why haven’t you?”

“Because I have been busy with school and with another seven-year-old brat,” the regressed girl said as she knocked on her big sister's door.

As Tiff opened the door, Stacy exclaimed, “HEY!” as her father chuckled.

Seeing the little party, Tiff said “Hi little Sis, Stacy, and …. Congressman Bullard?!?!? Kathleen Annabelle Telgenhof, why is Stacy at our college? More importantly, why is a Congressman standing in my room?”

“Sis, what is Stacy’s last name?”

“If I knew it, I forgot.”

Katie introduced as she led the party towards lunch, “Tiffany Collins, I would like you to meet Stacy’s Father, Congressman Bullard. He spoke to my Government class today. As for why my best friend isn’t in school, I am told her school was in service today.”

“Nice to finally meet you, Tiffany, I heard so much about you,” Uncle Sam said as he shook Tiff’s hand.

Soon, they were checking into the dining room, with the two guests paying for their own meals. While Stacy followed Katie towards the food, Mr. Bullard asked Tiff, “Tiffany, can you watch Stacy this afternoon? I have a meeting. Katie said she was unable to do it since she is currently seven.”

“I can do part of it, and Ally could continue but there is about a forty-five-minute gap when the two of us are in class. That being said, I think I have a cluster-mate or two available in the gap. The whole cluster watches Katie since she has been regressed more and more lately, so one more shouldn’t be a hassle.”

The two of them had no sooner finished the conversation when the two young girls came back. It appeared that the two girls had split a sandwich, and they both had fruit and pudding.  Stacy also had a pie on her tray. Uncle noticed that Stacy had a pout on her face, so he questioned her about it.

“Katie wouldn’t let me have pop, told me to have ice tea, juice, or water,” Stacy answered.

Uncle scratched his chin as if thinking while saying, “Hmm, how to deal with this, Stacy are you normally allowed to have pop? And Katie, how old are you?”

“No” and “Seven” came softly from the two girls.

“How did you prevent your best friend from having pop?”

Katie meekly answered, “By threatening to tattle on her.”

Uncle chucked before going to get his own food, “I don’t normally encourage tattling, but it apparently worked.”

~o~O~o~

Later, at Katie’s dorm, after the regressed girl had done her literature homework, the two girls were doing a puzzle on a table in the cluster, being watched by Claire in the absence of Tiff and Ally. They were so engrossed in the puzzle that the girls jumped when Allison put a hand on each of the girls' shoulders.  

“Ally, you scared me,” Katie said while holding her chest.  Stacy was also holding her chest from the fright she received from Ally.

Giggling, Ally told the girls, “Sorry, girls, I didn’t mean to scare you two. Where did you two girls find the puzzle?”

“Underneath the TV with the games, Miss Ally,” Stacy answered.

“Call me just Ally, Stacy. I didn’t know there were games and puzzles under the television, Girls.” Ally said as she let the girls get back to the puzzle.

The girls hadn't finished with the kitten puzzle long when Stacy’s Daddie walked into the cluster.  Coming over to Ally, he asked: “Did Stacy behave herself?”

“They have been quiet and busy with that puzzle.”

Nodding, he said to Stacy, “Sweetie, help Katie clean up.”

“Awww, Daddie, can’t I stay?”

“No, I have to get home, and how would you get home? I can’t expect Allison or Tiffany to take you home,” he said, which caused Stacy to pout.

Ally said, “Sorry, Sweetheart, but today I have to take Katie clothes shopping,” which caused Katie to pout because they hadn’t forgotten about it.

“Thanks anyway, Miss Ally,” Stacy thanked, but getting the look from Ally, continued with, “Sorry, Ally.”  

After the two girls hugged goodbye, Stacy left to head home with her Daddie.  Katie turned towards her babysitter and asked, “Do I have to go shopping?”

“Don’t you like shopping, little girl?”

“Nothing usually fits me.”

“I would expect shopping in the children’s department that more stuff will fit you.”

“That is true. Are we shopping for seven or nineteen-year-old me?”

“Both, we hope to buy at least a few outfits for both.”

~o~O~o~

Later that afternoon, Katie found herself sitting in her booster seat in the backseat of Tiff’s car, heading to a mall an hour away in Pittsburgh. Looking back from the passenger seat, Ally noticed that Katie was reading the magazine that came in the mail today. After parking, the little group headed to the J.C.Penneys Children’s Department to start their search.

“Katie, we will start here. Look around and see if anything catches your eye,” Allison told her.

By the time they were handing a debit card to the cashier, they had amassed three pairs of jeans that could work for both ages, an obvious children’s dress, a couple of skirts, and a few other items.  After they paid, they headed into the mall to continue shopping.

~o~O~o~

Walking into the Disney store, the first thing the regressed girl ran to was a Minnie Mouse costume. Ally told her charge, “Sweetie, we are here to shop for clothes like t-shirts, not costumes.”

“Can I get a Minnie Mouse stuffed animal instead?” Katie asked. 

The little girl was asked by Ally, “Do I need to find a corner?”

Shaking her head, she walked towards the girls' t-shirts, hoping that would keep her from getting punished in the middle of the mall surrounded by strangers.

After they were done, Katie was led out of the store by Ally. They were soon joined by Tiffany, who handed the young girl about an eighteen-inch Minnie Mouse, who hugged the stuffed animal like it was her first toy.

~o~O~o~

Returning back to the car, the two college students could see that Katie was barely awake, but she still had a death grip on the Minnie Mouse. As Ally helped her regressed roommate into the car, Tiff loaded the six or so outfits they had bought into the car,

Katie found a bag being thrown on her lap. Looking into it, she found that it contained the Minnie Mouse costume. “You can match your new friend, Little Sis,” Tiff mentioned.

“Thank you, Sis.” 

“Thank your Daddie. He approved both of them,” Tiffany pointed out as she drove out of the parking lot.

Fifteen minutes later, Ally looked back and saw that Katie was sound asleep, clutching the Minnie Mouse stuffed animal under one arm. Her new costume was also lying on her as if she was wearing it.

~o~O~o~

Back at Whitlatter Hall, Allison struggled to wake up Katie Ann, but the young girl was sound asleep.  She suggested, “I will carry her upstairs, Tiff. She can’t weigh more than sixty or seventy pounds and then come back to help you with these packages.”

“Fine with me, but are you sure you can carry her up two stories?”

“What else can I do other than getting your backseat wet by throwing water on her?” Ally replied while trying to take Minnie Mouse and costume away from her regressed roommate.

Slowly, the two roommates made their way up the stairs to the third floor. Walking into the cluster, Julie said, “Ally, you look like you've got your hands full. Let me take her off you.”

“Thank you. I couldn’t get her awake. I need to get her ready for bed. Then I need to help Tiff bring the shopping up,” Ally said, handing her regressed roommate to Juliette.

Julie suggested as Ally opened her door, “Would you like me to get Katie ready for bed?”

“You might want me to do that because she needs to be diapered,” Ally whispered while Julie set the regressed girl on the bed.

Julie asked, “Where are supplies? I will do it. Is there a specific reason she needs diapers?”

Handing Julie the diaper bag and a princess nightie, Allison replied, “She has a slight issue with wetting the bed.” With that said Allison with Holly headed downstairs to help Tiff with the packages. 

By the time the three girls returned, Julie was back in the cluster, and the regressed girl was changed and tucked under the covers. Ally closed her door behind her before placing the Minnie Mouse under her roommate's arm. Pausing to put the bedrail up, she set to work putting her charge’s purchases away before getting ready for bed herself.
 

[BabySofia]

This is one of your better chapters, love the relationship building that seems to always go on around Katie. Good thing she has plenty of willing babysitters around! 

[BeckyAnne]

Katie Ann

What do you do when you look seven years old but you’re actually a college student in your late teens? For Kathleen’s entire life, she had fought against people treating her much younger than her actual age. Feeling obligated to grow up fast to show people she wasn’t the age of her size, Kathleen never let her inner child out. Tired of fighting against the world, she explores the adult submissive world. What she finds, however, is an enjoyment of regression. Had she made a mistake? Would life be better if she just let people treat her the way she looks at seven years old?

By
Becky Anne

©2018-2024

~o~O~o~

Chapter Thirty-Three: I Am Katie To You

    The next morning, Katie Ann rolled over and tried to figure out how she got from the car to being in bed, complete with the bedrail up.  Still laying in her bed hugging her new mouse, she tried to figure out if being regressed constantly was a good thing.  She wondered if being her real age of nineteen was even possible for her anymore. She was soon distracted from her thoughts by the noise of the bathroom door opening.

    “Morning, little girl, you sleep well?” Allison answered, putting the bedrail away.

    Katie answered, “Yes, I did. Hey Ally?” After getting a reply, she continued, “I would like to grow up to possibly go home to my folks.”

    Ally questioned the possible nature of the trip.

    Continuing, Katie replied, as she got out of bed, “I haven’t called them to see if they are busy yet.”

    “Kath, as previously discussed, nothing is stopping you from growing up.  I will notify Tiff you have grown up. Would you still like me to take your padding off?”

    “First, child or college student, I am still Katie Ann. I will remove it and undress myself if you will undo my buttons on the back of my nightie.” Remembering that she has developed a bedwetting issue, she continued.  “On the same subject, can I borrow your diaper bag?”

    Ally answered with a shocked tone as she unbuttoned the nightie, “Yes, you may, but may I ask why if you are growing up?”

    “I don’t want to have a wet bed, Ally,” Katie answered meekly.

    With that being said, Katie took some of her more adult-looking girls' clothes, complete with panties and bra set, into the bathroom. Coming back into the dorm room half-dressed, she had Ally remove the blinder before continuing to finish getting dressed. After taking a quick second to contact her parents, she packed an overnight bag, complete with the diaper bag. She also packed the lavender dress she wore to college from church at the beginning of last month.  She walked into the cluster and said goodbye to her friends, including Tiff and Ally, telling them she would be home the next day.  After a quick stop at breakfast, she continued to where her car was parked before starting the hour-long drive to Clearwater.

~o~O~o~

    “Hello, sweetie. Let me help you with your bags. Ummm… Is that what I think it is? Is Adam requiring you to be diapered all the time?” Katie’s Mother questioned.

Katie answered with a red face, “If you think it is a diaper bag, you are correct. No, Adam does not require me to be diapered when I am not with him.  Tiff and Ally convinced me to wear one at night because I developed a bed-wetting issue.”

“So what exactly happened for you to come running home, Princess?” Marlene questioned her daughter as she hung the dress up. She purposely ignored the pink elephant that was just revealed to her, figuring now was not the time to discuss that.

Katie answered meekly, “Can’t I come home to socialize with you and Dad?”

“Yes, you may, Princess. But you only came home every other month in your freshman year to wash laundry, and so far, I haven't seen any dirty laundry this year.” Marlene replied with a suspicious tone.

The college student sighed and told her mother, “I have no dirty laundry or homework with me, Mother.”

“Something is wrong with her. Did she have a fight with Adam? I will figure this out later.” Marlene thought to herself. Continuing, she said, “It is a nice day. How about we go to the zoo?”

Shrugging, Katie answered favorably to the idea, so the two ladies meandered slowly towards Marlene’s car. Katie told her mother to wait for a second and ran towards her car to pick up her booster seat. When questioned about it, she responded with the fact she felt more secure in a car with the car seat.

At the ticket booth, the lady behind the window asked Marlene if it was just her and the child. Katie handed her ‘Hanna Zoo ID to the apparently new employee since she had never seen the lady before. She continued by saying, “One volunteer and one discounted adult, please.”

Hesitatingly, the lady replied, “I am new here. Let me get a manager to help you.” Going to the radio, she used it to say, “TB3 to M.I.C. V1, over.” After getting a reply, she continued, “I have what looks to be a grade school girl handing me a volunteer pass, over,” which caused Katie to blush in response.

“Let Kathleen in, and tell her I will be there in a second to talk to her. V1 out.” the radio squawked back.

After walking into the zoo, Katie was greeted by Mark, the volunteer coordinator. “Kathleen, any chance you can volunteer during your Christmas break?” he asked her.

“I will have to check the schedule with someone I previously promised my time to, Mr. Cooper,” Katie replied. Continuing, she said, “Let me text them, and I will text you with the days I am available.” 

Her boss continued with, “Also, don't forget that you have to be at the board meeting on December 21st for your milestone award, Kath.”

    “I won’t forget Mr. Cooper,” Katie answered.

~o~O~o~ 

“Mommie, is that my best friend, Katie?” Stacy asked.

Sara looked at the young girl her daughter was pointing at. The girl, who was busy typing away on her phone, definitely looked like her adopted Niece. She was more used to seeing the hair in pigtails than the high ponytail with a bow, which was how the girl’s hair was currently done. However, those tiny bumps on the girl's chest were definitely not something she was used to seeing. Looking at her daughter, she said, “I believe that is but isn’t your best friend. It is someone you have never technically met but know about, sweetie.”

Stacy puzzled over that for a minute before realizing who her mother was talking about. Walking up to her friend, she waited for her to stop typing away. “Hello, Kathleen,” She said.

Katie replied with a smirk, “Hello, Anastasia,” before hugging Stacy.

“Hey, what is with the full name, Kath?"

“You tell me, you started it, brat,” while sticking her tongue out.

Stacy replied with a puzzled tone that she thought the older name was Kathleen.  Her friend replied that she was always Katie to her, no matter her age.

Meanwhile, the adults were introducing themselves to each other. Sara asked Marlene if Katie had come home often while at college. “No, and I am quite confused by this trip home. She only came home in her freshman year to do laundry. Which she didn’t bring with her today.” Marlene answered before pausing to ask, “Did Adam and her fight?”

“Adam does her laundry, and about the fight, not that I know,” Sara stated. She pointed out that she heard that Katie refused babysitting duties yesterday because she was currently regressed. After texting her neighbor, she got a reply that there was no fight that he knew of.

 “Girls, how about we start meandering around the Zoo,” Sara said to the two girls.

Katie replied, “Ok, Auntie,” before dragging her best friend towards the nearby red fox exhibit. “That one is Cailin, which means girl in Irish. Prionsa is our male. His name means Prince.” She educated her best friend.

“Adam texted me back. He pointed out that Allison said Katie just told her that she wanted to grow up to see you two. No reason was given,” Sara told Marlene while the two girls slowly went from exhibit to exhibit.

She continued by questioning Marlene about what she knew about this unexplained trip. Marlene replied, “She is grown up, but she brought her diaper bag and booster seat. She told me she just came home to see us.”

“I seem to remember Tiffany and Allison saying that she had been constantly young at college. I don’t have Allison’s phone number, so I have been using Adam as a go-between. When I asked when the last time Katie was truly grown up, he told me his sources say the beginning of September before he picked her up the first time,” Sara quietly told Marlene while Stacy was getting information about the polar bears.

“Are you and your daughter busy after this? If not, please come to my house, and we will confront Kath,” Marlene offered.

    “Sounds good to me. On other subjects, how are you with your daughter being regressed by Adam?”  Sara questioned in a whisper while following the impromptu tour guide.  She was having trouble seeing her guide as anything but the seven-year-old she was used to.  

    Marlene slowly, as if she was finding the words, explained, “At first, we were not sure about his intentions. He was upfront with us from the beginning that he was going to test her commitment, and then slowly regress her since everyone already saw her as a child. He had planned on it taking a lot longer than it apparently took.  I am told she was happily regressed that first weekend, ‘TIL she noticed they were in our driveway. He explained by regressing her, he hoped she would be happy with her body build.” Breathing, she continued, “He did tell us other masters would do worse stuff with her since she was the perfect look for legal pedophile fantasies.  He explained to us that she definitely wouldn't enjoy those fantasies. Especially since she would rather not be in a sexual relationship.” 

Following the two girls to another exhibit, she sighed and said, “Nothing against Adam, but we were not exactly pleased to find out our innocent angel had put a personal ad on what we would classify as a sex site.  He pleaded with us to not inform Kath that we knew.  That almost didn’t happen. She almost got grounded. Even though she was technically an adult. She was also already at college by the time he contacted us.”

“Hey, it is the famous Kathleen. How is college?” The small party heard a redhead in the feed booth address them.

Katie answered her coworker, “College is great, Heather. Can I have two portions of goat feed, please?” The petite girl was having trouble getting her coworker to accept payment. Shrugging, she just accepted the pellets. 

While the two girls went to feed the goats, the mothers continued talking. “How well informed are you kept out of curiosity?” Sara asked.

“Adam calls us every time he returns her to college, and Kath calls us at least weekly. Some weeks, multiple times.  I have noticed one thing this year compared to last year. She has not been begging for money on the calls this year like she was last year.” Marlene answered.

    “How are you with your daughter wearing padding?” Sara asked, continuing the discussion.

    Marlene looked where the two girls were petting goats before slowly saying, “Kath seems to not mind it. She even brought a diaper bag home with her on this trip.  I guess it could be worse. She could be almost naked in leathers. As for my husband and I, we were not exactly happy at first. Even though we had advance notice, it was going to happen. Since Kath doesn’t seem to mind, we have grown used to the idea.”

    “I have known Adam since he was in elementary school. He dated my sister on and off in his high school years. He is completely harmless and wouldn’t hurt a fly.  Well … truthfully … my butt can attest that isn’t exactly true. If he is dealing with spankings, he can turn your butt quite red.  But he has never spanked Katie, at least as far as I know. Allison and I got those spankings.” Sara explained.

Marlene questioned, “There has to be more to that spanking story.”

Sara told the story of how she almost ruined at least two relationships and caused Ally to want to drop out of college just by opening up her big fat mouth with a bad joke. “But on the diaper front, I can tell you since he usually leaves his curtains wide open, I can assure you Katie isn’t the only person he has put in diapers,” Sara explained as the girls were crawling into a tube that let them pop into the rabbit exhibit.
    
    Marlene, with a shocked tone, exclaimed, “He is cheating on Kathleen?”

    “No, no, no, he is not cheating on Katie. I last saw the last one at the beginning of July. Your daughter appeared in mid-September.” Sara tried to reassure her Niece's mother.

    Marlene nodded before trying to change the subject to find the relationship between the two girls. When she found out that the two girls were best friends, she started quizzing Sara about her daughter. They slowly followed the girls around the zoo as they talked.

 ~o~O~o~

“George, we are home, and we brought guests,”  Marlene told her husband. After waiting for him to walk up to them, she introduced the Bullards to him.  “Now, if you will join us,” she continued to him, “we are going to interrogate a certain nineteen-year-old in the Living Room.”

Katie got a shocked look on her face, “Me? What did I do?”