What do you do when you look 7 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 how she looks, 7 years old?

The Monday before Thanksgiving sitting around the table at dinner, Katie questioned her cluster mates what they were doing the coming weekend. Most people gave the expected answer of going home for the holiday. Unfortunately, Tiffany answered, “The holiday is too short to fly home to California, so I will probably hang out at the dorm.”

Katie took her phone out and texted the person whose permission she needed to prevent that from happening. Once she got the reply and read it, she said, “Daddie says you are welcome to spend the weekend with us.”

“I guess I am spending Thanksgiving in Riverville,” Tiffany said.

Continuing to read her phone, Katie noticed that Daddie was asking her, and Tiff, to skip classes Wednesday. Looking at her friend, she asked, “Tiffany we don’t have classes Wednesday right?”

“Correct, no classes Wednesday to Friday, why?”

“Daddy wants us to skip classes Wednesday,” she said while texting that fact to her Daddy.

Tuesday evening, Katie was waiting in the cluster reading a story for Daddie, dressed in pink bibs and a white sweatshirt with Snow White on it. Her bottom crinkled from the diaper that Tiffany had just changed her into since her bottom was soaked. Once her little sister was dealt with, the older sister disappeared into her dorm room to finish packing.

About eight o’clock Daddie walked into the room and headed towards his daughter. After checking the bottom, he walked towards Tiffany’s room to let her know he was here. Returning to his daughter, he gathered up the young girl’s stuff and led her towards the car. After placing the items in Escalade, he helped Tiff put her items in the car.

Tiffany got in the passenger side while Daddie strapped the regressed girl into her car seat.

While they were getting out of the car in the garage, Daddie looked at Tiff and said, “I hope you don’t mind, but you will be joining Katie’s cousins in Katie's room this weekend, we are expecting a full house.”

The regressed girl asked as she was following both of the adults into the house, “Cousins? How many cousins?”

Daddie said, “There will be a total of five of you in your room, including you two. The youngest of the kids will sleep in a pack-and-play with their parents. Even at seven, you are the oldest of the cousins.”

Katie just nodded and hid a yawn.

The next morning, Daddie got Katie up bright and early and quietly escorted her out of the room towards his room. In his room, as he got her ready for the day, he said, “You are going with Stacy and your Aunt today. I think you will enjoy that more than being sent to work to prepare for guests.”

“To school?”

“Yes to school. I expect you to be a good student today, I don’t want to hear about any bad marks on your record.”

Katie just nodded not knowing what to say, and headed to the kitchen to have a bowl of cereal. When she was almost eating the phone rang. After Daddie was done speaking on it he said, “That was your auntie saying she was on her way.” She went to Mud Room to get her coat and shoes then followed her daddie to the porch.

Soon Auntie was driving up the driveway with her car. When she stopped, Katie walked up to the minivan and got into the back.

As they got on the road, Katie said to her best friend, "I never thought I would be going to school with you, bestie"

"Umm," Stacy started before being interrupted by her mother.

"I hope you don't mind, but you are not going with Stacy. Call me lazy, but it is a lot easier to get you approved to join me than your best friend."

"I don't mind Auntie, but I would like to know which age?" the regressed girl said while looking at her clothes. It appeared she was trying to decide what age she was dressed as.

"Oh, I teach Kindergarten, I thought you knew."

"I don't think it came up before, but that isn't what I was asking. Am I seven or nineteen today?"

Auntie looked like she just remembered something and said, "I am so used to seeing you as a seven-year-old, I tend to forget the other age exists. I told the school you were seven.”

Katie just nodded and started another discussion with her best friend.

“Class, this is my niece Katie, and she is going to be joining our class today. Katie, please tell the class about you.”

Katie, who was fighting her shyness, nervously told the class how she was seven and visiting for the holidays from Clearwater down the road. The young girl then found herself being led to a table to join some actual young girls.

“Katie, this is Tracy, Kelly, and Abby,” Auntie said, introducing them, before handing some craft materials out to the class.

“Girls you should find a white piece of paper and a ribbon in front of you, boys you should find an envelope with some pre-cut pieces of paper. All of you should find a few glue sticks on your table, and for the tables with girls, a hole punch.” She continued with, “Ok boys,“ before describing how to assemble the boys' pilgrim hat. “Very good boys,” she said, looking around. “Girls, your turn to shine, take the white paper and fold the long side over an inch. Bend it into a U-shape like this,” the teacher said while demonstrating on the one she was making.

“Very good class, now overlap the opposite side than your original fold. Not so much Emily, you want it to fit your head. Use a glue stick to glue those two bits together. I will come to help you fold the top so it is smooth.” After a bit, she continued by showing how the ribbon was done to make an under-chin strap.

After the class had the proper hat on, she proceeded to teach the class about the first pilgrims and the first Thanksgiving. Katie thought it was very informative to learn about the foods that might have been at the first feast, and how different it was to what might be on her table tomorrow. She was surprised to learn that they knew how many people attended the feast. She also learned ... or relearned … when Thanksgiving became a holiday.

Once the Thanksgiving lesson was over, the regressed girl followed the class to the gym for PE after following directions and removing her hat.

As they were being escorted to the gymnasium, Mrs. Bullard asked Katie if she had taken her pill that morning, which was answered with a nod.

After a brief introduction, the teacher left them with the P.E. teacher, Mr. Edison.

"Today boys and girls we will start with playing 'OK, ready.' Katie just follow along, you will soon get the hang of it."

Since the other boys and girls were lining up against one of the walls, the regressed girl joined them.

Mr. Edison tooted a whistle and said "OK, ready," and pointed at the opposite wall. Next thing she knew everyone was running for the wall that was pointed to. They had almost got to the wall when the whistle went again. She heard "OK, ready," and saw the teacher point at the wall they had just come from. The other boys and girls then started running towards the pointed wall. Katie discovered that you couldn't assume the other wall when Mr. Edison pointed to the same wall they were running towards. This continued in a similar fashion for fifteen to twenty minutes before they were allowed to reach the wall. Because of all the switchbacks, Katie was one of the last to arrive.

She next found herself starting one of two games of four squares. Her fellow players in her game were her three table mates. As she walked back to the classroom with her new classmates after Mrs. Bullard returned, she thought she was ready for a nap.

Back in the classroom, with their new hats on, the regressed girl got handed a book. "Katie could you read that book to the class, it is third-grade level so some words might be a challenge to you. I will help you with it if you find a word you don't know."

The regressed girl saw the book was called 'The First Thanksgiving.' She started to read it out loud, trying to sound like an actual second-grader. She asked for Mrs. Bullard’s help with words that looked like they would be difficult for a seven-year-old.

After she was about half done, she was thanked, and the teacher offered it to another student to finish up. They had more difficulty than Katie because of its grade level. Once it was totally done, the teacher told the class it was playtime. Abby and Kelly each grabbed the first grader’s hand and pulled her toward the play area.

The first stop was the dress-up area, where Katie eventually ended up with a baby bonnet, on top of her pilgrims' bonnet. Then the four girls played a game of trouble.

Meanwhile, Sara Bullard was watching her class and how her newest but temporary student was interacting with them. She thought to herself if someone told her that girl was actually a college student, she would have said to stop pulling her leg.

Looking at the time, Mrs. Bullard said, “Class, please clean up and sit in your chair.” As her newest student was heading to her chair, she continued with, “Katie, I know you look cute with the baby bonnet, but can you return it to the dress-up box for another day.” That was rewarded with a bright red seven-year-old and chuckles from a table of boys.

“Class before we go and enjoy our long weekend, let each say what we are thankful for this year. I will start, I am thankful for my husband, daughter, her best friend, and my parents.”

Katie listened to the class while deciding what to say, when it was her time she said, “I am thankful for my Daddie, grandparents, and my best friend.” Once she was done, the class was released to get their coats and hats and head home for the weekend.

When it was just the two of them, Katie struggled to untie her bonnet, and heard “No, young lady, leave that on to show your Daddie.” She just nodded as she followed Auntie out of the room.

“Sara, taking students home now?”

“No, this is my niece. She joined my class today, she makes an excellent Kindergarten for a second grader. Katie say hi to Mrs. Sandberg, she teaches second grade.”

Katie, who was fighting her shyness big time, just gave a shy wave, with a meekful “Hello.” Auntie could have said she was a college student and the teacher would have got the same results.

The two teachers continued talking, basically ignoring that the seven-year-old was there. It seemed to her the subjects ranged from holiday plans, herself, Stacy, and their individual classes.

While Katie was at School, Adam was keeping Katie’s phone on and nearby in case some of the guests called or texted that phone. Hearing a text ding on the phone, he cleaned his hands off with a nearby towel before reading the message. It was some guy he didn’t know, named Mark Cooper asking Kathleen if she was available Saturday afternoon to help set up for the Christmas event. Looking at the previous messages, he realized this must be someone at the Zoo.

As Katie walked into the house, after school, still wearing her bonnet, she was greeted by her Daddie. "Nice bonnet, Buttercup, did you have an enjoyable time at school."

"Yes, Daddie except for P.E. that left me ready for a nap. It sure smells nice in here. … Oh, can you untie my bonnet, Auntie refused to help me untie it."

"That would be the pies cooking in the oven. As for the bonnet, I think you will look cute like that when our company comes."

The regressed girl just pouted and went to put her coat and shoes in the mudroom. When she came back into the kitchen she was handed her phone. She looked at her Daddie quizzically.

"Some guy named Mark Cooper texted you while you were gone."

Mark Cooper was roughhousing with one of his sons when he heard his phone dinged. Looking at it, he saw it was a message from his favorite volunteer, that he treated her like a young daughter. Not that he would ever tell her that, or anyone else for that matter.

"Mr. Cooper: I am not home, I am spending the holidays in Riverview. I don't have my car with me right now either. … "

His face dropped, when he realized she was an hour away, and didn't have transportation to be able to help set up this weekend

"... That being said, nothing is planned for Saturday afternoon. In order to come, I will have to bring a driver with me to help. Assuming that is ok, plan on me being there at one."

Oh, he thought that is much better, I am getting two workers for the price of one. After texting his approval he went back to roughhousing.

Ding dong went the doorbell. “Katie can you get that, we are busy right now,” Daddie yelled towards where she was reading her highlights.

Opening the front door she was surprised to see her mother?! … and … her niece?!?!?! standing there. “Mother, and Heidi, how are you, you two by yourself?”

“I believe it is currently your Grandma, young lady, and can you show your cousin the bathroom, she really needs to go.” Blushing, the regressed girl just nodded and directed her four-year-old niece, scratch that, cousin towards the bathroom. As they went towards it, Heidi mentioned, “I like your bonnet, can you make me one?”

“I made it at school, but I can try to make one later, Heidi. I am not sure the supplies are here, though.” The regressed girl was helping the younger girl out of her jacket while this discussion was happening.

After Heidi was done, the two young girls went towards the porch where Katie saw her Uncle?, Grandpa? and Daddie walking up the path with bags from two different cars parked diagonally in the driveway. Daddie obviously wasn’t too busy to help them, he just wanted her to be the first to greet them.

Katie noticed that her aunt and uncle apparently had flown over from Wisconsin because that was not a car she recognized. They must've met up somewhere and caravaned to Daddie’s house. Her one-year-old cousin was walking slowly up the path next to her aunt.

Once they were all inside the warm house Daddie gave instructions where everyone was sleeping, “Katie if you be kind, show your grandparents to the guest room that Ally and Tiff normally sleep in. Heidi will be sleeping with Katie and the rest of her cousins. Tiffany is also in that room, so they will have some supervision.” As the seven-year-old was directing her grandparents upstairs with Heidi following along, she heard “Sorry Jim and Brianna, I have run out of guest rooms, you will be sleeping on the pull-out in this room, along with your infant daughter.”

“Aunty Kathleen, your room is cute,” came a young voice when Katie opened the door to her bedroom. Katie, not sure if she should handle the Aunty part and if she would get in trouble for it, just nodded. She was saved by her grandma coming out of the guest room and pointing out the name above the bed.

Once everyone was settled in, Katie went looking around the house for bonnet-making supplies. She could find a paper, but Daddie apparently didn’t stock a hole punch, and she thought the glue she found would probably be too messy. She also thought Daddie might not enjoy her cutting a hair ribbon smaller.

Ignoring the guys watching sports, except for the required eye roll, she headed to the gathered adults in the kitchen. “Where is Heidi, and can I take her next door?”

“She is watching television in the den, and why Buttercup?”

“She asked for a bonnet like mine, we don’t have the supplies, nor the knowledge but I know who might have both.”

“Your Auntie Sara?”

Nodding she was granted permission, so she continued to Den to collect her cousin … she felt it so different to think of Heidi like that. Coming out of the Mud room Tiffany watched them while they walked through the snow towards the next door.

“Katie, did you miss me already, and who is this?”

“Stacy, this is my cousin Heidi, and actually this time we are here to see Auntie.”

Rejected, Stacy let them in the house and led her best friend towards the kitchen. “Auntie, Heidi would like a bonnet like mine, figured you would be better equipped to do that.”

Leading all three girls towards her craft area, she helped Heidi and the other two girls make another bonnet. Katie wasn’t sure why she was making another one, but she was never the type to argue.

About an hour later, Katie looked up from where she was coloring with Heidi to the sound of a car horn. Daddie came into the room and pointed out, “That would be your other grandparents, Buttercup.”

Katie followed her Daddie out on the porch where she watched him greet them from the porch.

“Adam, she is an adorable little girl,” The older lady told her son. The statement of her apparent grandma caused the shy little girl to turn bright red. “I am your Grandma Olsen. I have heard all about you, but you have been hiding from me. What are you … Oh here comes your Aunt Alexa and her family. As I was saying before I was distracted, what are you doing here in your socks and no coat?” She asked while giving the naughty girl a slap on her padded bottom.

Jumping from the surprise, the regressed girl pleaded, “I was curious and wanted to meet my grandparents.” She went into her new Grannie’s open arms and enjoyed the hug.

“Grannie Olsen, Grannie Olsen,” said an excited young boy running up the walk, following behind him about ten steps was a younger girl.

Grandma said, “How is my favorite grandson? … And my youngest granddaughter?”

“Grannie, I am your only grandson, but I am great.” and “Good Grannie, but I am also your only granddaughter.” were her replies.

Mike had just noticed Katie, “Are you Mrs. Bullard's niece who came to her class today?”

Blushing, the regressed girl admitted, “Guilty as charged.”

“Mike and Tina, this is your naughty cousin Katie. She is the reason I called you youngest Tina, too,” Grandma said as she directed all three children in the house.

“Naughty, Grannie?”

Grannie replied, “She was outside without her shoes and a jacket, Tina”

“Ok Everyone, as you can see we have a full house, Alexa and Brian, you are in the last guest room. Mom and Dad, you are in my room.”

“Nonsense you sleep in your room, we will sleep on the pull-out.”

“Not possible, the pull-out is already taken, Mom.”

That was rewarded with a one-word answer of Oh before asking, “Where will you sleep?”

“I will sleep on the futon in the den.”

“Katie, can you come in here,” the regressed girl heard back in the den where she was watching a movie with the rest of the children. Coming back into the kitchen, she found all the adults looking at her.

Very nervously she asked if she did something wrong, which was answered by another hug by Grandma Olsen.

“No Buttercup, you have been an angel for once. I just wanted you to witness what I have to say,” Daddie replied.

Her raspberry in response was rewarded with a slap on her bottom, which sounded like a squish and caused her to jump.

Daddie continued after a smirk, “I would like you all to treat Katie Anne like a seven-year-old, But I will not force you if you do not want to do it.”

Brianna mumbled under her breath, “It suits her,” which caused the seven-year-old to blush.

Ignoring Katie’s biological sister, and looking at the rest of the nods, Daddie went on with, “As for her cousins or nieces, they can treat her however they want to.”

After Daddie’s piece was spoken, everyone went back to what they were doing before. The young girl tried to go back to her movie, but her Grannie wouldn’t release her.

“Young girl, you and I are going to deal with that wet bottom. And we will have a discussion about the fact you let it get that wet,” Grannie told her.

She was led back to where the other kids were, and the older lady grabbed Tina and headed upstairs to the bedroom.

After preparing a bubble bath, Grandma started to strip her youngest granddaughter. She noticed that her oldest was trying to be helpful and strip herself.

"Katie, let me do that please," she said before returning to Tina. Once the younger one was naked, she was helped into the tub. Katie soon found herself being stripped, and then helped into the tub.

"You two play nicely and try to keep the water in the tub. I will be back later to wash you both up."

Grannie Olsen was in Katie's room getting some pajamas for both the girls when her son walked in.

"Mother, have you seen Katie Anne? I can't find her anywhere."

"I put her and Tina in the tub, her bottom was soaked, and if not leaking, close to leaking."

"Pizza will be here in forty-five minutes, Mom"

"Tina should be down by then, I will try to keep Katie's spanking and discussion quick so she can be down in time."

"Spanking?!? I am not supposed to spank her, and besides what did she do to earn one?"

"One, that contract only controls you. Two, the retired Nurse in me can't ignore the bad diaper rash on her bottom. It isn't healthy for her to continue in this way. I just haven't decided if I am going to be dealing with the seven-year-old or the nineteen-year-old."

Adam knew better than to argue with his Mother because she would have no problem punishing him at twenty-five too. "Very well Mother, please don't kill her."

"I will do nothing of the sort." With her peace said, she put the pajamas on the changing table, before stepping back into the bathroom.

Katie sat wrapped in a towel on her bed while she watched her new Grandma diaper and dress her new cousin Tina for bed. When Grannie was done, she sat Tina on the ground and then led her out of the room with instructions to go back downstairs. The regressed girl found herself being picked up and strapped to the changing table.

“Now young naughty lady, you and I are going to have a little discussion about your wet diapers.”

“Umm, yes, Grannie…” Katie said meekly, not sure what to say.

Grannie continued with, “It is not healthy for you to ignore your wet diapers, just look at that diaper rash on your bottom. Your butt must hurt, but if it doesn’t already hurt, it will when we are done giving you your spanking.”

A very quiet eep came from the suddenly scared regressed girl. She decided it probably was safer to not argue against the spankings. She listened quietly while her grannie lectured her. When the lecture was done Grannie had her hold her legs in such a way that her bum was exposed. Next thing the young girl knew ten quick but sharp spankings were doled on her exposed naked bottom.

“Keep holding those legs Sweetheart please,” Grannie told her while kissing her on the forehead. Katie watched as Grannie Olsen put diaper rash ointment on her red bottom. Once a diaper was under her bottom, Katie was allowed to release her legs.

Once dressed in her princess-footed pajamas Katie found herself being cuddled. Grandma said while they were cuddling, “Sorry my angel that I had to punish you, but you are old enough to inform someone when your diaper is wet. You don’t need to tell us when it is just damp, but when it is wet you need to tell someone.”

Looking at the clock, Grannie said, “Let's go downstairs, the pizza should be here soon.” She led her granddaughter, who had a slight limp, out of the room.

“Pizza is ready,” Tiffany said into the den where the children were watching another movie. Most of the children ran towards the kitchen, but her little sister seemed to walk slower than normal. “You ok little sister?”

“My bottom is sore from the spanking I got earlier for being naughty.”

“Spanking? Naughty? What did you do, and who spanked you?”

“I kind of ignored my diapers for too long and got a diaper rash. Grandma Olsen spanked me because of it since I am old enough to tell someone to change me.”

As the large extended family was gathered eating the pizza, Grannie Olsen addressed the adults of the group, loud enough so everyone gathered could hear. “Can anyone who changes Katie’s diaper for the next week make sure you cover her bottom with diaper rash ointment? Hopefully, her bad rash will heal after a week, and she doesn’t have to see her doctor for medicated ointment.” Katie’s face turned bright red to match the red on her bottom with embarrassment.

Author's Note:Comments and questions are always welcomed -- Thanks Becky