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 Olsen sent me,” Counselor Jan Moore stated.

It was like a light switch. Everyone relaxed, including Katie. Jan had been warned about the guardians, and these two young ladies were obviously two of them.

Katie asked meekly, “Why do you want to talk to me?”

“We are worried about you since the attack. I have actually wanted to talk to you since Thursday, but I couldn’t find you. I even asked Laura, but she refused to provide any information,” Miss Moore crouched down in front of the girl. “This morning, an agreement was made between the school district and ... your Daddie and Grandpa that I provide you some counseling for a while.”

“You called him Daddie. How much do you know?” Katie asked.

Jan smiled at the little one cuddled into one of the guardians, “If not everything, close to it.”

“Even what is in my jeans?” Katie asked.

Jan was clueless, “What is in your pants?!?!”

Katie blushed since it was apparent Jan didn’t know. The expression on the counselor's face told Katie she had to explain to prevent her from worrying, “Seven-year-old me is incontinent. The nineteen-year-old wets the bed and usually wears pull-ups, but she can wear panties if she wants. But, she usually doesn’t want to.”

Jan smiled, “Is that also by your own choice?”

Katie responded, “Daddie started it for the seven-year-old, and then I discovered I liked it. I guess you could call me a diaper lover. The pull-ups for the nineteen-year-old were entirely my choice. The bed-wetting isn’t by choice at all. That just happened. But as I told my doctor last weekend, I am fine with it. Are you going to talk me out of being seven? Nineteen?”

Jan, who was having trouble seeing this girl as nineteen even if she was talking about adult subjects, said, “Negative little girl. Actually, your Daddie is worried that you have killed off the nineteen-year-old. We want you to be both ages with ease. Plus, we have to deal with the attack.”

Katie just blushed.

Jan looked around at the three girls, “There is another reason I am here. It was requested that I be here for your second visitor.”

Katie opened her mouth, but Tiffany beat her, “Second visitor?”

“A cop will be coming to talk to Katie about the attack. And they won’t take ‘see the note’ as an answer,” Jan said.

Katie blushed even more because this woman did know her and her habits. She wondered how much Daddie had told her.

As if that was a cue, Lisa Harper walked into the Cluster. She asked the girl nearest the door if Katie was around. That girl just silently pointed to where Katie was sitting. Lisa said, “Yes, I recognize her anywhere. The cutie who is getting a college education.”

Lisa walked up and greeted Jan, whom she knew professionally, “Great, the excellent counselor is here too.”

Officer Harper sat down on the floor in front of Katie and Ally, “Katie, I am Officer Lisa Harper. I want to ask you a few questions. Is there some place we can go and talk privately?”

Jan looked at Katie’s physical signs of emotional distress and piped up, “Lisa, I know it’s a little unusual, but you might do better with her friends here to provide emotional support.”

Looking at Katie and then at the two other college students, Officer Harper hesitated but continued, “Katie, are you okay with these two being here when I ask my questions?”

Katie nodded her head.

“With the first few questions, I am just making sure. They are covering my bum questions since this is very unusual,” Lisa explained. “Katie, are you being forced to be seven?”

Katie looked straight at the police officer and shook her head, “Not in a gun to my head kind of way. Yes, there are some times when I don’t have the choice of what age I am. But I am very much willing to do those times. No one is saying do this, or you are dead or blackmailing me.”

“Are you and your Daddie or Boyfriend, or whatever he is, sexually active?” Lisa paused as she reminded herself how old this little kid in front of her actually was. “You’re legally of age, so that isn’t a problem if you are, but we might have a problem with you calling yourself seven while you do it, though.”

“No, Daddie and I are not sexually active,” Katie stated.

Lisa continued, “Again, with this one, I want to stress I don’t think anything inappropriate is going on, but I must ask these questions. When you meet up with Stacy and or Laura, do you talk about adult subjects or do any adult stuff?”

Katie got a bit defensive but still respectfully answered, “No, Ma’am. Anything and everything I do with them is childish. Sometimes we play or talk about Disney Princesses, sometimes dolls, whatever our little girl minds think of.”

Lisa smiled at Katie, “I will talk to Stacy and Laura too, but again, it is just a cover-my-bum line of questioning. See, that wasn’t so difficult. The next one is going to be difficult, and I won’t take ‘see the note’ as an answer.”

Katie's blush switch broke big time with that statement. She knew that was her standard answer for anything and everything related to the attack.

Jan asked, “Katie, do you have a teddy bear to hug?”

“Yes?”

Jan looked at the two ‘older’ girls, “Will one of the two guardians get her a teddy bear?”

Ally smirked, and Tiffany just silently walked into 313 and grabbed Katie’s favorite stuffed animal. She returned and handed it to her sister. Jan held one of the regressed girl's hands, and the little girl was hugging the stuffing out of that bear.

The young girl said to the cop, “I’m ready.”

“Tell me about the attack in your own words?” Lisa asked.

Slowly but surely, Katie explained the attack from her point of view. She had never talked about the attack since it actually happened. It was making her tear up, but on the other hand, she felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulder.

When Katie was done, she released counselor Jan Moore’s hand and cuddled her bear with both arms. Jan was surprised at how tight tiny little Katie could squeeze. She had to discreetly shake her hand around afterward.

“Outstanding,” Officer Harper said. “You are in good hands with Miss Moore here. My last question is, do you want to press charges? Since you are technically of legal age, your Daddie and Grandpa can’t press charges. Only you can.”

“Yes, I want to press charges,” Katie gulped and thought that she would probably be in the corner forever if she didn’t.

“Now,” Lisa sat up. “There has been a request that in the public records that I call you Jane Doe, age seven. Which I am quite fine with. Is that okay with you?”

Katie responded, “Yes, please. I don’t want that mean lady knowing who I really am.”

Officer Lisa stood up, “Thank you. I will keep your Daddie in the loop.”

Jan looked at the two guardians, “Can I take Katie to my office to talk for an hour.”

Tiff glanced over at Katie and then back to the counselor, “If it’s okay with Katie.”

Smiling, Jan continued, “I didn’t get either of your names.”

“I am Ally, her roommate. Or, I guess you could say, her babysitter.”

“I am Tiff, her adoptive big sister.”

Ally added, “I don’t mind you taking her, but Katie will need a booster in the car.”

“I don’t have a booster, but I have a princess child seat she probably fits in,” Jan stated.

Katie interjected, “Don’t I get a say in this?”

Ally smirked, “Nope, you are currently seven. You didn't ask to become nineteen. And asking now is too late. Besides, I agree with your Daddie. You need counseling.”

After that explanation, Ally left for her room.

Tiff told the group, “I will pack up her backpack.”

Ally soon returned with the little girl's pink polka-dotted coat. Once it was on, Jan held Katie’s hand and led her to her car. She watched that the girl was properly seatbelted in the child's seat.

Once out of the car at Washington Elementary, Katie, without thought, took Jan’s hand as they walked across the parking lot. She continued to hold that hand as Jan put Katie’s name down on the Visitor log at the office and then over to Jan’s office.

Laura’s class was on their way out to recess when they left the primary wing of the building and turned down the hallway toward the playground. Seeing something strange down one of the other hallways, Laura jerked her head around to confirm the impossible. It really was her friend Katie. What was Katie doing with the school counselor? Laura wanted to go find out, but she wasn’t allowed to leave the line.

After Katie was ushered into the counseling office, Jan started the conversation, “We are going to just talk weekly to start, and once you have improved, we will reduce the frequency.”

“I will be in Riverville or Clearwater until the seventh.”

“I will discuss options with the adults in your life for someone to bring you back for appointments. When you are at Mountain, I will pick you up.”

“I can drive. I am an adult,” Katie stated.

“Are you?”

Katie promptly replied, “Legal age-wise, yes.”

“Do you feel like an adult?”

Katie shook her head back and forth, “Nope.”

“I rest my case. I’ll arrange for an adult to bring you or I will pick you up from college for our appointments,” Jan picked up a notepad and smiled at Katie. “Let’s start with you telling me how you became a nineteen-year-old going on seven.”

Miss Moore walked back into the cluster outside of 313 Whitlatter. She was holding Katie’s hand again. Walking up to Ally, Jan said, “Katie was a good girl for me this afternoon.”

Once Ally had taken Katie’s hand, Jan bent down to the little girl’s height, “And I will see you somewhere at some time next week. I will talk to your Daddie and or Grandparents to figure it out. Stay cute.”

With that, counselor Moore walked out of the Cluster to go back to her office. The regressed girl just shrugged and grabbed her backpack to start studying again.

Laura walked into her house and up to her Mommie, “Mommie, Katie was at my school today holding Miss Moore’s hand.”

“Interesting, they found her somehow, sweetie. I will have to talk to Tiff or Ally tomorrow,” Laura’s Mommie inquired. “Miss Moore is the school counselor?”

“Yes, Mommie,” Laura sat down.

Denise Schneider asked, “Would you call the Katie you saw seven or nineteen?”

“She was a ways down the hall, but she was definitely seven. She had high pigtails with pink bows and a pretty dress on,” Laura paused in thought for a moment. “Would she have been holding Miss Moore’s hand if she was nineteen?”

Ding Dong

Denise said rhetorically, “Who could that be?”

Opening the door, Denise found a female police officer standing there.

“Hello, I am Officer Lisa Harper. Are you Denise Schneider?”

“Yes,” Denise responded.

“I would like to talk to you and your daughter about an incident at Washington Elementary last Wednesday involving Kathleen Telgenhof. Can I come in?”

Denise told the cop that was fine and led her back to where Laura was standing.

“First, Mrs. Schneider,” Lisa said after sitting down. “I would like the attack from your angle.”

“Katie just disappeared, and when Mr. Mesmer brought her back, she was an emotional mess. Something I had never seen before from her,” Denise told the cop.

“How often do you see her?” the cop asked.

Schneider smiled, “Every day I am at work, sometimes multiple times a day.”

“At work? What is your job?”

“I work at the college as a cook and cafeteria worker in Reynolds Hall, where Katie eats her meals.”

Lisa nodded. Looking over at Laura and then back at Mrs. Schneider, “So you are aware that Katie presents as two different ages. Is Laura aware of this?”

“Yes,” Denise smiled down at her daughter. “Laura is very aware that Katie is both seven and nineteen.”

“Can I ask Laura some questions about her interactions with Katie?”

Unsure where this is going, Denise hesitantly agreed.

Lisa got up and went over next to Laura. Getting down to Laura’s level, “What do you and Katie talk about?”

Laura said, confused, “Various girl’s subjects; the last time it was horses. If you really want to get her talking, talk about animals.”

Officer Lisa smiled, “Does Katie ever talk about adult things?”

“Does Katie have an adult side?!?! I mean, I know she is physically an adult in age, but she doesn’t act like an adult.”

Lisa could believe that after her visit with Katie earlier that afternoon. Standing up, she looked at Mrs. Schneider, “Thank you. I will show myself out. Nothing has to change between Katie and this family. Nothing illegal is happening.”

Denise said after the cop had left, “What in the world was that about?”

An hour or so later, Lisa rang the doorbell at the Bullard’s house. Sara Bullard opened the door and said, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, Ma’am, my name is Lisa Harper from the Mountain Police Department, and I am investigating Katie Telgenhof’s attack. But the unusual facts about it raised some questions. I would like to talk to your daughter, Stacy,” Lisa said.

Stacy was called from upstairs, and the three of them gathered just in the entryway. The young girl said, “Hello, Miss.”

Lisa looked at Mrs. Bullard, “I want to stress that this is just a cover-my-bum line of questioning. I don’t think anyone is guilty of anything.”

Turning her attention to Stacy, Officer Harper got down to Stacy’s height, “Stacy, what do you and Katie talk about?”

A very confused Stacy responded, “Various subjects. Dolls, Toys, Disney Movies, I really liked it when she was an impromptu tour guide at the zoo. But I am not sure what age she was then. Probably nineteen because she knew more facts than a seven-year-old should have known.”

Lisa smiled that Stacy knew Katie was nineteen and seven. “Do the two of you ever talk about adult subjects?”

“Yeah, we talk about how grown-ups are weird and don’t let us play when we want to, or how crazy her Daddie and mine are when there is some sports game on TV.”

Lisa chuckled, “Yeah, guys are definitely crazy about their sports on TV. Does Katie ever talk to you about things your friends at school don’t talk about?”

Stacy just looked at her, confused. She wasn’t sure what the police officer was talking about, “Sometimes Katie talks to me about things she did with her friend Laura. My friends at school don’t know Laura, so they don’t talk about her.”

“No,” Lisa paused as she tried to figure out how to word this. “Does Katie ever . . . talk about grown-up topics?”

Still totally confused as to what the lady was trying to ask, “Katie doesn’t talk to me as a nineteen-year-old if that’s what you want to know?”

Lisa smiled, “No, I am talking about … Never mind, she probably doesn’t because you haven’t a clue what I am asking.”

Officer Harper stood up. She couldn’t figure out how to ask a seemingly innocent seven-year-old if sex was talked about. Lisa turned to Sara and said, “Mrs. Bullard, do you think adult subjects are discussed.”

“No, and I am kind of upset you asked. Suggesting my niece would do something like that.”

Lisa apologized, “As I was saying, I had to investigate it, but I didn’t think anything illegal was happening. If I didn’t investigate it, I would be in trouble. As far as I can figure, nothing illegal is happening on that front. You may keep interacting with Katie as you had before.”

Sara asked, “What about the attack?”

“I can not comment about active investigations with people who are not involved with it,” Officer Harper said before wishing them both goodbye and getting in her car to return to Mountain.