You’re an age regressor. Which, in turn, made dating really difficult. You’d either be met with judgmental hostility or your coping mechanism being made into…adult play. Which it certainly was not.

Age regression was a coping mechanism that you used in times where you felt safe, safe enough to revert back to a younger age, putting trust into your current caretaker.

Luckily for you, you’d managed to find a man that was happy to become your caretaker. His name was Andrew. Your now-boyfriend.

Andrew had been out of the house for a few hours now, working on some new music at the studio. You were starting to miss his presence. Even more so now that you’d somehow managed to regress throughout the day without his presence.

However, it wasn’t long before you heard the sound of the front door unlocking, followed by the soft thudding of Andrew’s boots. It didn’t take him long to know that you were regressed. All it took was a simple glance for him to know.

“Hi, my sweet girl. You had a good day?” He cooed softly as he shrugged off his jacket.