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?

Adam barely felt Katie shaking in her sleep. She did have a better night's sleep when someone was hugging her.

Thursday morning, Katie was woken up by her Daddie who appeared more tired than usual. She was led across the hall, where she was placed in a pull-up. A bra soon followed. Finally, she was dressed in a sweatshirt and overalls.

She followed her Daddie to the kitchen for some breakfast. Once she had eaten, she was helped into her shoes and coat. She was handed her car bag as they went through the mud room.

Once strapped in, she checked the bag to discover the two coloring books, two books, and the wrapped gift from Santa yesterday. There was no phone, wallet, or keys today. She just shrugged and grabbed a book. She had barely opened it when Daddie stopped in another unknown driveway. She was quickly released from her seat before following Daddie to the front door.

The doorbell was answered by Grandma Olsen. The three of them went inside the house. Daddie said, “Thank you for watching her today, Mother.”

Grandma said, “I am always happy watching my oldest granddaughter. Is her diaper dry?”

Daddie explained, “She is technically nineteen today. So, she is wearing pull-ups and a bra today. But that doesn't prevent you from treating her like a seven-year-old.”

Katie was just blushing while listening and sitting on the couch in her stocking feet sans coat. She was really paying more attention to the Christmas tree in the room. The little girl was trying to scan the presents under it from across the room for ones with her name on them.

Granny asked, “Any particular reason she is nineteen? Not that it is my call to make.”

“She has been nineteen for almost a week. The weekend it was because we were at the adult resort. Monday, she was with her older best friends. Tuesday and yesterday, she volunteered at the zoo,” Daddie said.“That being said, she may be nineteen, but she spent a lot of time this week being treated as a seven-year-old. What age she is will be up to you two.”

“Why did you leave her nineteen today out of curiosity?”

“Guess I could have regressed her during the day,” Adam told his mother. “She has a very important award ceremony this evening. I just thought it was easier keeping her mentally nineteen today.”

Daddie gave his girl a hug before leaving to go back to his car.

Granny looked at her granddaughter, who was admiring the Christmas tree and gifts, “What award ceremony do you have today?”

Katie smiled, “My five-year service award at the zoo.”

“And what age are you right now?”

Katie blushed, “Always seven with you, Grandma. I may be dressed nineteen, but you are in the group of people I automatically regress in front of. Don't tell Daddie, but he is also in that group. I had to watch myself on Tuesday and Wednesday because I ran into Stacy and Laura, and they are in that group, too. I was supposed to be working, not playing.”

Granny smiled, “Do I need to diaper you?”

“That is always up to the adults, Granny,” Katie said with a shrug.

The older lady asked if the younger girl could hold her bathroom needs as a seven-year-old. Katie just shrugged and explained about holding it on Monday, but she was with her older best friends. She was then directed towards a bedroom.

Katie looked around in this bedroom. It appeared to be a children’s guest room. Framed pictures of Katie and her two cousins hung on the wall. She guessed you could say three cousins because Mike and Megan each had a picture. The bottom bunk had girlish sheets on it. Not any specific character, but they definitely were meant for a girl. There were two personalized pillows with Katie's and Tina's names on the bed.

The young girl was directed to lie on the bottom bunk bed. She just shrugged and did as she was told. She then had her pull-up swapped for a diaper after her bibs were removed.

Once back in her overalls, Katie asked, “Don't Mike or Megan get a pillow?”

“Theirs are in the closet. Yours was in the closet until last night. I pulled it out just for you,” Granny explained. “Now you can entertain yourself however you want. There are toys in this room. But you might find them a bit immature for you since they are for three to five-year-olds. You can watch TV in the den, too.”

Since Katie had never been a big TV watcher, she grabbed her bag from the entryway and returned to the bedroom. She first took out the wrapped gift from Santa to open it. She discovered a small stuffed elephant. Setting that aside, she scanned the bookcase to see if any books caught her fancy. Although some were obviously for babies, most looked like fun picture books. She grabbed a few to read. A half an hour later, that was done, so the regressed girl used one of the picture books as a hard surface to color on.

Granny stuck her nose in the room, “Katie, lunchtime.”

Katie didn't know where the time went. She followed her grandma to the table to find a bowl of alphabet soup waiting for her. She went to grab her spoon when a bib was tied around her neck. She looked down and thought it said, “Grandma’s Princess,” with a princess on it.

A covered cup of what the regressed one hoped to be iced tea was also nearby. As Katie took a sip, she confirmed it was her beverage of choice.

After Katie was done eating her soup, a slice of apple pie was set in front of her. With lunch finished, the bib was removed, and the little one was directed to another room. It appeared to be a sewing room. A girl's dress pattern envelope was sitting on the table on top of some blue fabric with the pattern pieces partially pinned to it. It didn't look her size, so she didn't think it was for her.

Granny said, “Please stand on this stool, Princess. I am going to measure you.”

“Any particular reason, Granny,” Katie asked as she stood on the stool.

“You know better than to ask questions like that during the Christmas season,” Granny said while giving her a spank on the bum. Well, calling it a spank would be exaggerating it. Maybe it would be better to call it a hard pat. Katie knew from previous experience how hard the older lady could spank, and this wasn't hard at all. Once she was measured, she was sent back to the kids’ bedroom to entertain herself some more.

Adam’s cell phone rang, “Adam Olsen speaking.” …

“Great, is two ok?” …

“I will arrange for a tow truck to be there at two also.” …

“Talk to you then.”

He hung up the phone and called the tow company he used earlier in the week. Once he had arranged for Katie’s car to be delivered home, he returned to his work.

Daddie stuck his head in the bedroom and said, “Clean up your mess. It is time to go.”

Katie walked into the main room of the house to hear Granny say, “I just changed her diaper, so she should be dry.”

Daddie looked shocked and said, “What happened to the pull-ups? No, I don't want to know.”

Granny said, “Sorry, I didn't expect you would want to reuse the worn dry pull-up.”

Daddie just shook his head. That told him she wasn't diapered because the pull-up was wet. She was diapered because his Mom had regressed her. Katie did seem completely happy with her current status.

He told his daughter to say goodbye to her grandma. After their hugs and goodbyes were delivered, the two of them headed to the car. She was harnessed in before he got in the Escalade. As he started home, he asked, “How long have you been diapered today, Buttercup?”

“Since five minutes after you left this morning, Daddie,” Katie said with a smile.

Daddie asked whose idea it was for the diaper, which rewarded him with the explanation that Granny did it with Katie’s approval.

They soon arrived at the house, and Katie was directed upstairs to the bathroom to strip for a bath. Daddie soon walked into the bathroom to find his mostly naked daughter sitting on the toilet in only a diaper. He drew a bubble bath in the tub before removing the diaper from the girl. She was helped into the tub before he walked out of the room.

After he returned, he scrubbed her thoroughly. Once that was done, her hair was washed. She was helped out of the tub and dried. Her hair was wrapped inside a towel. She was then handed a Minnie Mouse bathrobe to put on for the walk across the hall.

Katie was shown a diaper, a pull-up, or panties and asked which one she wanted to wear. She figured they were getting dressed for the ceremony, and she had to be nineteen. Mentally, the diaper was a lousy choice then. She hadn’t worn panties for about six weeks, and she didn't know if she trusted herself. True, her pull-ups were usually dry, but she did have one or two accidents since September. So, she selected the pull-up.

Once that was on her, a pair of nude-covered tights went on. Daddie then put a thickly padded bra on her. The padding had to be half an inch thick. She was hoping the girls didn't get too warm under that padding. She asked, “Where did you get this bra?”

“It is custom ordered. It turns your AA into an A,” Daddie said.

Katie just shrugged and raised her hands when Daddie told her to. A purplish dress just like Aunty Sara and Aunty Alexa had worn to the Nutcracker was dropped over her head. This had to be custom-made. There is no way this could come off the rack. She looked in a mirror as she was directed downstairs. She actually looked like an adult, a miniature adult, but an adult. It had crossed her mind a few times that Daddie was going to send her in a party dress fitting for a seven-year-old. She was glad that didn't happen.

He directed her to the kitchen, where a slice of pizza was sat in front of her after a bib was placed to protect the dress. Once that was done, she was directed to the parlour.

When the doorbell rang, she hadn’t sat on the couch long with her hair still wrapped in a towel. Daddie let Angela, her hair stylist, in. He helped her with her armloads of stuff.

Angela grabbed a chair and sat it near a plug. The short teenager was directed to sit there. The stylist said, “I am looking forward to this challenge of turning my favorite seven-year-old client into looking like her true age of nineteen.”

As a cape was placed over her dress and fastened around her neck, Katie asked, “How long have you known?”

“Recently. Don't worry you are still my favorite seven-year-old. And I expect you to be seven the next time I see you, young girl,” Angela said while removing the towel. She continued, “Hmm. Still too damp.”

After plugging the blow dryer in, she attacked the short girl's hair. The girl was purring again. Once it was dry, a pre-plugged-in curling iron was used before giving her a hairstyle fitting for a nineteen-year-old. The stylist opened another chest and started getting various makeup items out.

Makeup fitting for Katie’s actual age was then applied to the girl's face. Angela then asked to see the girl’s hands. A quick but good manicure was given. It was finished off with purple polish that matched the dress. After the cape was removed, the girl was shown herself in a mirror. She looked nineteen if you ignore the size.

She was helped into her black mary-janes before following Daddie to the car in her coat. She watched him open both the front and back passenger doors. In the front seat, she found the pink booster. The rear seat was rewarded with the usual child seat. She thought hard about her choice and climbed into the backseat. He strapped her in and went to the driver's seat.

She just felt weird sitting in the front seat nowadays. As Zoe had said on Monday, she felt more secure in the child seat. She realized that they had left the car bag behind. It didn't really matter because the sun was setting, so there wouldn’t be light soon.

They soon arrived at the education building at the zoo. In front of Adam, Katie walked in and was greeted by Mom and Dad Telgenhof. Mom said, “Who are you, and what have you done with our daughter?”

Katie stuck her tongue out, “Very funny, Mom.”

Mom smiled, “You look wonderful, Princess.”

“I … do look wonderful.”

As they were taking seats, Mr. Cooper's eyes almost left his head. He walked over and said, “Kathleen, you look great.”

“Katie, please. And I am quite happy but uncomfortable with my current look. I wouldn’t want to look like this every day, but one or twice a year is fine,” she said. “The dress is quite comfortable. It is hard to explain what is uncomfortable. I guess I am more comfortable now with a young girl's look.”

Mark asked, “So I am not losing my niece?”

“Your niece better be back tomorrow,” Katie said while looking at her Daddie.

Daddie exclaimed, “Such demands!”

Mark addressed Daddie, “How did you work your magic?”

“My only input was ordering the custom-made adult dress. The rest was all done by Angela, her hairstylist. She looked forward to the challenge of changing her favorite preteen to look her real age.”

Mark excused himself by telling the extended Telgenhof family he had to get back to the awards table. The meeting started with boring zoo board items before turning into the awards ceremony. They first started with the retirements of the year. Then, the longer longevity awards came before the five-year award. Each recipient got a little blurb about them before their name was called.

“This next recipient almost got denied right off the bat,” Mark Cooper said. “Five years ago, I could have sworn she was five or six at the time. I am delighted she fought her case because she has been one of the best teenage volunteers this zoo has experienced. On a more personal note, she has become like a niece to me. Katie Tengenhof, can you please come up here?”

Katie got up and accepted the plaque and a thick envelope. She meekly whispered, “Thank you,” before sitting down again. She looked at her plaque and saw that it said, “Kathleen Telgenhof, five years service at Susquehanna Valley Zoo.” She decided to look in the envelope later.

They continued with other names. It appeared that the person's boss was the one who did the award for each person. The longevity awards were given out to both volunteers, like in Katie's case, and staff.

After they were done, Katie opened the envelope to discover a personal message from both Mr. Grady and Mr. Cooper. There also was a certificate of her volunteer longevity. The last thing was a twenty-five dollar gift card to, of all things, a bookstore. It was given to her by ‘Uncle Mark.‘

She handed the plaque and the envelope to her parents. However, she kept the gift card. That might get used between now and when she goes back to Clearwater, whenever that is. After hugging her Uncle and her parents, she followed Daddie to the car.

Adam strapped her in her child seat before driving back to the Olsen quarters. When they did get home, she was given her second bath of the day to wash the makeup off. After she was dry, a diaper was put on. Once in her footies, she was tucked into her bed. Though the previous night's experiment was a success on Katie’s part, it however was a failure on Adam’s part. Katie’s wiggling around all night long kept him from getting a good night's sleep. After a bedtime story, Daddie left the room, turning the light off in the process.