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 was noticing a pattern as once again he was woken up in the middle of the night by Katie screaming. He jumped out of bed and ran to his daughter's room. He could see by the light of the nightlight that she was still sleeping soundly, tucked in exactly where he had left her hours ago. As he was heading back to his bed, he thought, “I sure hope these counseling sessions help her.”

When it was actually Monday morning, Daddie woke up his daughter. He picked her up and sat her on the changing table. He made quick work stripping her footie before removing her diaper.

When he placed a pull-up on her instead of a diaper, Katie was confused. He then put socks and a pair of jeans on her. After sitting her up, he placed a bra on her. She realized she hadn't worn a binder since Friday. After placing a t-shirt on her, he put the Christmas reindeer sweatshirt on her. He then french braided her hair into a single braid.

The girl was then ushered downstairs. When she got to the kitchen, she sat at the table, but Daddie made no effort to make any breakfast.

“What age am I,” Katie asked as she looked at Adam. “And are we eating here?”

“Like at the resort, you are nineteen going on seven,” Daddie responded. “I have to work, and you are not coming with me. Your babysitters should be here soon.”

The doorbell rang as if that was a cue, and Daddie directed her to open the door and welcome them in. Katie opened the door to be greeted by Ann and Zoe. It had been a while since she had seen her nineteen-year-old side's best friends. She ran and gave them both big hugs.

Ann smiled down at Kathleen, dressed in little kid clothing, “Is this the seven-year-old I have been dying to meet since September.”

Katie stuck her tongue out and said, “No, Daddie says I am allowed to be nineteen today. The seven-year-old doesn't have boobs, Ann.”

Katie jumped as Zoe tapped her under the chin.

Pouting at Zoe, Katie thought a moment before stating, “But, I probably will switch back and forth between ages today.”

Daddie interrupted, “She will need a booster. Do you need one?”

Zoe smiled, “I already have one. Katie told us she prefers them during one of our group chats in October.”

“Great. Here is Kathleen’s phone, wallet, which has her ID in it, and a key to this house. She knows the security code,” Adam said, handing over Kathleen’s puppy dog purse backpack. “Good chance you will need that ID.”

Zoe chuckled, “Needing that ID would be nothing new.”

“Do we need a diaper bag?” Ann inquired after looking at Kathleen’s bottom.

Katie opened her mouth to speak, but Daddie beat her by saying, “She shouldn’t need a diaper bag. Kathleen is wearing a pull-up today. But just in case, there is a spare pull-up at the bottom of her purse.”

Daddie turned to his daughter, “Kathleen, I put some money in your wallet in case you need any.”

Kathleen smiled, “Thank you, Daddie.”

“Now you three have fun. Also, no alcohol; all three of you are underage.”

Ann faked being hurt while grabbing her most petite best friend's hand and heading to Zoe's car. The back passenger door was opened, reviewing not a booster but a child seat. Shrugging, the short teenager climbed on it and let Ann do the five-point harness, strapping her in.

As the driver was getting in, Katie commented, “Zoe, I thought you said you had a booster?”

Zoe explained, “You admitted at the beginning of November that you actually prefer child seats to boosters since they keep you nice and snug. I was able to get that one free from a neighbor.”

Katie just nodded.

“Katie when you started telling me back in September about the seven-year-old you, I never thought you would pass so easily as one,” Ann commented.

Katie asked while blushing, “What are the plans for the day?”

“Breakfast at the Riverville Diner,” Ann responded. “Then we are going to head to Mountain to see Charlotte's Web.”

“Why drive an hour to see it in Mountain? Why not here?” Katie asked.

Zoe turned into the Diner's parking lot, “The cinema there is showing it in the morning. Riverville and Clearwater are not.”

Ann released and helped the short teenager out of her seat. She held Katie’s hand, treating her nineteen-year-old best friend like she was really seven.

As the three of them went into the restaurant, they heard, “Sit anywhere.”

Katie was forced into a booth before being blocked in by Ann. The waitress soon showed up and dropped two menus off in front of the big girls and a children’s menu in front of Katie. The older girls in appearance got water glasses, too. The waitress soon left.

The two older in appearance girls looked at each other when Katie tuned out the world and concentrated on the activities on the children’s menu. Ann quietly said to Zoe, “I won the bet. You owe me a dollar.”

Zoe just nodded as the waitress returned. The waitress said, “My name is Marie. What can I get you to drink?”

“I will have an orange juice. She,” Ann pointed at Katie. “Will have an apple juice.”

Zoe ordered her drink before the waitress departed. Katie had been concentrating so much on her activities that she didn’t hear what drink was ordered for her. She was made to stop and tell Ann what she wanted to eat. She pointed to an item on the children’s menu before continuing her coloring.

The two older girls were discussing various items, mainly getting ignored by the little red-head working on the activity page. Katie did answer items if they were directed right at her, but mostly, she was just happy coloring.

Marie soon returned, dropping drinks in front of the girls. Katie just shrugged when she saw hers had a lid.

Ann then said, “I will have your two eggs special, over easy with wheat toast. Princess here will have your smile pancake with a sausage patty.”

Zoe was the last to order before the waitress departed.

Katie turned to doing a tricky crossword puzzle that was on the sheet. It puzzled her. This was meant for kids. She wasn't really a child, or was she? She had eventually answered most of the questions, but one confused her. She couldn't figure out what a sweet yellow sauce made from milk and eggs was.

She smiled when her pancake was sat in front of her. It definitely had a smile made out of chocolate chips. The nose and eyes were also chocolate chips. She didn't keep it long before Ann stole it to put the syrup on. She cut it into pieces before returning it to her regressed best friend.

Once they were done eating, Ann grabbed the girl and directed her to the bathroom. The older girl, in appearance, washed the younger girl’s hands before leading her to the car again. Once the short teenager was strapped, they headed on the road.

Katie stated, “I didn't bring you two's Christmas gifts.”

“We will exchange that next week. I will contact Adam and your Mother to figure out a good date and time,” Ann said.

Katie nodded before watching the world go by outside the window. She would typically be doing something from her activity bag, but it wasn't here today. Before she could blink, they were in the cinema.

The three went to the ticket area, and Ann said, “Two students and a child for Charlotte's Web.”

Once tickets were in hand, the three settled down to watch the movie.

Adam met the tow truck driver, “This is the car. It needs to go to Clearwater Auto Repair.”

“Does it not run?” the tow truck guy asked.

Adam responded, “It runs just fine. I just can't drive it, and it has some issues that need to be repaired.”

As he was opening the driver's door, the tow truck driver asked, “What do you mean you can’t drive it? OHHH. How high is the normal driver?”

Adam said nonchalantly, “Four foot four.”

Adam followed him to the service place after the car was loaded on the tow truck. He watched the guy drop the vehicle to make sure the precious cargo was not broken even more.

After that was done, he went to talk to the mechanic, “I understand you are familiar with this car?”

“Yep, we installed the modifications when the Telgenhofs bought it used. Has it stopped running?” the guy asked.

“No runs just fine. I can't fit in it to drive it. It has a laundry list of items to be fixed, though,” Adam said.

“Oh, we just drive it like the rural mail carriers drive their cars,” The mechanic commented. “What is wrong with it?”

Adam said while touching his fingers as if counting, “It leaks oil and antifreeze. It lost a quarter of a quart of each in three months. It has a check engine light, which I am told is an exhaust sensor. The tire pressure system is complaining of low tire pressure. I have checked, and they all seem to be near the correct pressure. Maybe a little underinflated. It hasn't had an oil change in over a year. BUT it has only gone just over 2500 miles in that time.”

The guy responded, “We will check it for leaks. I am assuming you want whatever sensor is bad to be replaced? Tire air pressure shrinks when the surrounding air gets colder. So we will add a bit more air to make up for that. If you don't mind, it might be best just to change the oil to be safe.”

Adam nodded along with the guy and agreed to the repairs. He then asked, “Do you detail?”

“We don't personally, but we have an outside contractor who does, which we regularly work with,” the guy said.

Adam asked, “Do I have to contact them, or will you?”

“We will gladly be the middleman. Do you want an estimate of the repairs?”

Adam nodded his head and received a vague estimate. He was told that a better one could come after they did some diagnostics.

“Do you want me to contact George Telgenhof or you about the car?” the mechanic inquired.

While handing his business card over, Adam said, “Contact me, please.”

With that done, he got into his car and drove to his law office.

The three girls had enjoyed the movie. Katie especially loved watching a movie while being cuddled by Ann. After the movie and bathroom run, Ann put Katie’s coat on her, and they headed to the car. Once the little one was strapped in, the three headed to McDonald's. Katie pouted when she noticed this one didn't have a play area. Ann led the shorter teenager to a table. Zoe soon returned with a happy cheeseburger meal for her short best friend.

Katie smiled as she pulled a kitty littlest pet shop toy out of her meal. She played with the toy as she ate her meal. Once they were done, they directed the little girl back to the car. Katie was playing with her toy when she noticed that the car had stopped. She looked up to see that they were at Washington Elementary School. Katie said sarcastically, “Sure, we went to Mountain to see the movie.”

“We never said that was the only reason we were in town,” Ann said as she unstrapped the little one and then held the girl’s hand as they walked into the office.

They were greeted by Mrs. Sanchez, who asked, “Can I help you?”

Ann smiled, “I am dropping off Katie Telgenhof for her appointment with Counselor Moore.”

The receptionist stuck her head in Mr. Mesmer's office. They murmured before Mrs. Sanchez returned to her desk, “Katie, you may have a seat. Can I have a phone number to call when she is done?”

After Ann gave her number, she walked out of the school. The feeling-regressed girl kicked her feet back and forth nervously as she waited.

Katie heard the receptionist say on the phone, “Your client Katie is in the office.”

Laura walked into the office, not seeing Katie, “Mrs. Sanchez, Mrs. Vanderwel wanted me to deliver this paperwork here.”

She turned around after handing it off and jumped in surprise when she noticed her friend, “Katie! Why are you here, and why didn't you tell me you were coming?”

Katie sighed, “I apparently am here for a session with Miss Moore. As for why I didn't tell you, I didn't know myself until about five minutes ago.”

“Something different about you, Katie, but I can’t figure it out.”

“This is the nineteen-year-old you have never seen before, Laura.”

That conversation caused Mrs. Sanchez to drop what she was doing and look at the girls with a surprised expression.

Mr. Mesmer came out of his office and looked at the two girls with a smile, “I hate to break up this friendship reunion, but shouldn't you get back to class, Laura.”

“Yes, Mr. Mesmer,” Laura responded. She quickly hugged her friend before returning to her classroom.

Katie just returned to kicking her feet back and forth while waiting on Miss Moore.

The counselor soon walked into the office, “Sorry to keep you waiting, Katie.”

The little girl held her hand out to Miss Moore and followed the counselor to her office.

Once in the office and the door was closed, “Do I see a hint of breasts on you?”

Katie explained, “When people are dressing me in the morning, they will often leave my binder off when they feel I should be nineteen years old. I haven’t officially been seven since sometime Friday, but I can’t exactly say I’ve been nineteen either.”

Miss Moore marked something on a notepad and then smiled at the girl in front of her, “Your Daddie called to say you have been having nightmares.”

“Daddie told me that, too,” Katie confirmed. “He even says he had to rock me back to sleep at the resort. I don't remember any nightmares happening.”

“Resort?”

“Daddie and I sometimes go to a BDSM resort that has a wing dedicated to ageplay,” Katie explained. “I spend my time there spoiled as a nineteen-year-old seven-year-old. Well, maybe not seven. Maybe a nineteen-year-old who is treated like a baby or a toddler who looks like a seven-year-old.

“A baby? A toddler?”

“I sleep in a crib there and suck a pacifier at night. I kind of enjoy it, but I am never admitting that to Daddie.”

“Going back to the previous subject, I took the liberty of talking to Laura, and she says you shook very badly in your sleep on the first night after the attack.”

Katie just said, “Oh.”

“I know you don't want to talk about the attack, but I think we should do just that to set your mind at ease,” Counselor Jan noticed Katie's expression before continuing. “Let us start with why you don't want to talk about the attack.”

“That was a productive session,” Miss Moore said. “Next week is the week between Christmas and New Year. I would like to talk to you again. I will contact your Daddie or Grandparents to see where to meet up with you.”

“I enjoyed talking with you, Miss Moore. Even if I don’t find out that it is happening until we pull in front of the school,” Katie stood up and took the counselor’s hand as they headed for the office door. Hand-in-hand, the two walk back to the school’s front office.

When they got there, Katie took a seat to wait. Mrs. Sanchez was saying on the phone, “Hello, Ann. Katie is ready for a pickup.”

The girl was kicking her feet back and forth when Ann walked in.

“Did she behave herself?” Ann asked.

“I hardly knew she was here,” Mrs. Sanchez smiled at Katie.

Mr. Mesmer came out of his office and offered the girl a Tootsie Pop. The regressed girl gladly accepted it and popped it in her mouth. Ann grabbed the girl’s hand and headed to the car.

As Ann was opening the car door, “You got him trained already, little girl.”

Katie just blushed and sucked on her sucker.

After strapping her in, Ann sat up in the front passenger seat, “Zoe, it’s two forty-five. We better get out of this parking lot before the school pickup happens. How about we head to ‘Hanna Zoo.”

The short teenager just shrugged as she sucked on her Tootsie Pop and watched the world go by outside the window.

“Katie, what is cheaper at ‘Hanna?” Ann asked. “Three adults at the volunteer discount or two adults and a seven-year-old.”

The girl did the mental math before saying, “The child option is cheaper by only a dollar, but are they going to allow you to do it?”

Zoe commented, “Not much savings, but you can try.”

They pulled into the parking lot, and Ann helped the little girl out of her child's seat. Katie was already impressed with the Christmas lights, and it wasn't dark yet.

The three of them walked to the ticket booth, and Ann said, “Two adults and a child.”

A lady Katie didn't recognize asked for the girl's age, which was rewarded with seven. They were soon inside the Zoo, seeing animals and enjoying the lights. They decided to get dinner while they were by the indoor food court. Ann unzipped Katie’s coat after setting a kid's hot dog in front of the girl. Once the food was consumed, they headed to the line for Santa, which was inside the same building.

As they were going through the maze that the line was, Heather from church said, “Hello, Katie.”

While saying hello back, Katie quickly thought about what she was wearing and was glad the coat hid the boobs. At least, she hoped it did. It wasn’t zipped closed, so there was still a chance they could be seen. The church friend asked where Katie’s Daddie was.

“I think in Riverville. I am with Mommie during the week. These are her friends, Miss Leavitt and Miss Moss.”

The girls discussed various other things before their respective lines moved in opposite directions.

Once they were away from Heather, Zoe whispered in Katie’s ear, “Who was that, and what was that about.”

Katie whispered back, “Heather from Daddie’s church. She doesn't know of the existence of older me.”

Finally, they got near the front, and Katie stared at the Santa. Something was familiar about him. She had two suspects, and both were technically Kathleen's boss. She just shrugged her shoulders and thought, oh well, one knows of both ages.

When it was her turn, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Mr. Cooper said, “Ho, ho, ho. What would you like for Christmas, little girl?”

Santa had a twinkle in his eyes as if he was immensely enjoying this interaction.

Katie thought about the fact she would typically ask for an American Girl doll, but she has Jess now. She had to tread lightly because if it was inexpensive, she was sure she would actually get it. She was spending more time coloring nowadays, so she decided to ask for some art stuff. “Santa, I would like a spirograph set and coloring books.”

“I will see what I can do,” … Whispering, “Katie,” Santa said with the same twinkle in his eyes. Continuing in a normal voice, “Please see Mrs. Claus for a small gift.”

Katie hopped off her Boss’s lap, scratch that, Santa's lap, and accepted the small gift. She smiled because it felt like a coloring book. A very thin coloring book, but that still gave her something to do.

Ann claimed the gift before directing the small group back into the cold outside. They headed to the petting zoo where Kathleen's Zoo worker colleague Heather was manning the area.

Heather looked at the little girl like she was familiar but couldn’t place her. The kid looked like Kathleen, but Heather knew nineteen-year-old Kathleen wouldn't be caught dead wearing a pink polka-dotted coat. Kathleen spent so much time proving she wasn't a kid, there is no way she would wear such a childish coat.

Katie walked up to her friend with a smirk and asked, “Miss Heather, can I pet the reindeer?”

Heather instinctively replied, “Sure.”

Lots of people at the zoo addressed Heather by her name because they had read her name tag. Therefore, it hadn't clicked that this child knew her name, even though said name tag was hidden by a warm coat.

As Katie petted the reindeer, that feeling of familiarity still bugged Heather. She rewound the conversation and looked closely at the little girl having a blast petting the reindeer. The kid was sure acting like any other little girl that came through this petting zoo. But most kids her age don’t call her by name, even if they can read her name tag. Heather looked down at her name tag, only to realize it was covered up by her coat. Looking more closely at the little girl, she looked a lot like Kathleen, being the same height and having the same hair color. If she had gone straight to the goats, there probably would have been no question in Heather’s mind. Her coworker Kathleen could never leave the petting zoo without petting the goats.

When Heather saw the red-head little girl stop petting the reindeer and immediately go over to the goats, she was almost certain she knew who this little girl was. Heather checked to make sure no one else needed her attention before walking up to the girl. Bending down next to the child, Heather asked, “Kathleen?”

“Katie, Heather,” the girl said.

Heather smiled, “Katie then. How old are you, little girl?”

“Seven!” Katie smiled before looking around to make sure no one was close by. In a whisper, she added, “Or nineteen.”

“On volunteer subjects, are you volunteering this Christmas?” Heather asked in a whisper.

Katie just shrugged and whispered back, “I have been told yes, but I gave the decision-making to another person. It is a long story.”

Heather's radio sprang to life, saying, “V1 to KK1.”

“KK1 answerIng,” Heather replied.

Mr. Cooper said, “Have you seen a seven-year-old girl in a pink polka-dotted coat with amber hair?”

“No, I haven’t seen Katie.”

Mr. Cooper laughed, “Is she still there?”

Heather looked down at Katie, who had turned away to continue petting the animal, “Getting very familiar with the goats and probably currently turning very bright red.”

“Can you have her adults take her to the office?” Mr. Cooper asked through the radio.

“Roger. Will do. KK1 out,” Heather responded before putting the radio away. She turned to the object of discussion's guardians and said, “Can you take your girl to the office?”

Zoe took Katie’s hand and led the other two out of the Kid's Korner. She told the little girl she would have to show the way. When they got to the office, the girl was glad this door couldn’t be seen from the zoo paths. She asked for her wallet. Once she received it, she pulled out an access card. When the door was opened, the short volunteer gave the wallet and card back.

They went through the maze of offices to Mr. Cooper’s office, where they found Santa partially dressed. The beard was missing, and the jacket was unbuttoned, revealing what can only be described as a pillow.

“Shouldn't you be getting present requests?” Katie inquired.

“Hush, you little girl, shouldn't you be in school in second grade?” Mr. Cooper smirked. “This is my break.”

“Silly Santa, we don't have school in the evening,” Katie said. “Ann and Zoe, Mr. Cooper, my boss. Mr. Cooper, Ann and Zoe, who are my nineteen-year-old best friends. Not to be confused with Stacy, who is my seven-year-old best friend.”

“I am assuming, since we are freely discussing, that they know both ages.”

Katie nodded, “Long before you did. They were my sounding board as the changes were happening. Why were we summoned to the office? Did the ticket booth narc on the fact I got a children’s ticket?”

Mr. Cooper shook his head, “Nope, but a girl in a pink polka-dotted coat with red hair tattled on you.”

Katie blushed, “Tell her she is a rat.”

“Okay, you are a rat,” Mr. Cooper said with a smile. “I really don’t care what age admission ticket you get. With the understanding that if you get a children’s ticket, you are a child. No buying a child ticket and trying to falsely claim you are an adult.”

Katie nodded in agreement.

“I called to remind you to bring tights with you when you volunteer.”

“I will let Daddie know. I don't know what I am doing until I do it. I do know I can't be home during the day this week. Daddie has to work.”

Mr. Cooper nodded, “Which is why I was vague.”

“Do you know when I am coming?”

Santa ignored the question, “Do you actually want what you asked for?”

Katie blushed, “Yes. I never lie to Santa. I just wasn't telling you about the expensive items I wanted. I know you would probably buy them, my second Daddie.”

Mr. Cooper faked being hurt, “Me?”

Katie pointed a finger, “Yes, you!”

Ann piped in, “I hate to break up this discussion, but we promised that a certain girl would be back in Riverville before her bedtime.”

“I also need to hear some more Christmas wishes,” Santa bent down and hugged Katie.“Take care, my little elf. I will see you Thursday if I don’t see you before.”

Katie waved goodbye and was led out of the office with her hand held by Ann. They walked towards the entrance, enjoying the lights in the process. Once they got to Zoe’s car, Ann helped the girl into her seat before strapping her harness.

Katie was again staring out of the window as she drifted asleep. She didn’t wake up until Zoe stopped in Daddie’s driveway. Ann helped the girl out of the car, and the three girls went to the house. Zoe went to ring the doorbell, but Katie just opened the door.

“Daddie, we are back.”

Daddie’s voice sailed down the stairs, “In your bedroom, Buttercup.”

Katie grabbed Ann’s hand and dragged the older teenager to her bedroom. Zoe followed behind with a smirk on her face.

Once they got there, Ann exclaimed, “CUTE! It is even cuter than you described it, Katie.”

The little girl just blushed as she was helped out of her coat.

Ann handed the puppy dog purse over to Adam, “Here is her phone, keys, wallet, and a present she got from Santa. The only thing we used was her access card to the office at Hanna Zoo.”

Daddie picked Katie up, who quickly eeped, “You didn’t have to use her ID. No one questioned her age?”

Zoe smiled, “We treated her mostly like a seven-year-old all day. The movie we went to see was G-rated.”

Daddie strapped the girl down and stripped her from the waist down. The girl who was being regressed just pouted because she was being diapered in front of her best friends like it was completely normal. The three adults discussed Katie like it was perfectly normal to talk about her while not expecting her to be part of the discussion. After being diapered, Katie was dressed in her Christmas footies. Back on the floor, the little girl grabbed her doll before following the three big individuals as they made their way downstairs to the parlour.

Katie gave Ann an odd look while being picked up and brought onto her lap. "What, Katie, I have wanted to have you cuddle up with me like my little niece does ever since you told me back in October that you studied at college by snuggling up against your cluster mates."

Katie shrugged and cuddled in Ann’s lap as the bigs continued to discuss her. She knew they didn’t want her input and would ignore her if she put her two cents in.

That was until Daddy asked, “Kathleen, how was your appointment?”

“Miss Moore made me discuss why I don’t want to talk about the attack. I guess it was fine.”

Daddie continued talking about her, not to her, “Katie has been having nightmares. But she doesn’t remember them even happening when she wakes up.”

Katie just hugged her Jess doll and tuned out the bigs. The next thing she knew, Ann had stood up from the couch while still holding on to the little girl. Katie was carried upstairs to her bedroom. Ann liberated Jess from the girl’s arms before setting the doll on top of the headboard bookcase. She then tucked the regressed girl into bed before kissing her on the forehead. The taller best friend handed her shorter best friend her Minnie Mouse to cuddle before going into the hallway while Daddie kissed Katie goodnight. He then turned off the light and closed the door behind him.