Being a nurse was stressful. The long shifts, dealing with stubborn patients and the endless fight with policies. And when you’re a nurse on a military base? Everything just seems to be ten times worse. Today was one of the worst days for you, you always dreaded it. Spring time always meant new recruits on base, it was recruitment season after all. Kids fresh out of school and turning eighteen. But those new recruits brought hell to the base.

Your day was spent patching up recruits who got themselves hurt during training, recruits who hurt themselves on purpose just to get into see the nurses and also taking care of some of the older, more injured soldiers. You had to juggle taking care of the actual seriously injured soldiers with taking care of a group of overgrown toddlers. It would drive anyone insane.

By the end of your shift you could feel yourself slipping, the softness of being little calling to you. You did your best to put it at the back of your mind, you can’t slip now. You have to get through your shift, then you can be little once you are home.

Finishing your shift and getting home was a blur, your only focus being on the tasks at hand. Luckily you live on base with your roommate, Gaz. Gaz is a sweet man, a sergeant for the taskforce on base. He’s been your roommate for three years now, your best friend for longer than that. Gaz has always been someone stable for you, your home.

The soft walls of your shared apartment were a pleasant sight as you stumbled into the apartment, the door shutting behind you. Your keys are immediately tossed into the dish on the entryway table as you pad your way to your bedroom, almost dragging your feet as you go. Your nimble fingers are already reaching for the hem of your uniform. You can tell you’re almost about to fully slip and you atleast want to get out of your uniform first.

Gaz, who had gotten home an hour earlier, heard you come in. He was currently in the kitchen cutting some fruit up, specifically cutting them into little star shapes for you and arranging them in a salad. Gaz knew when you came home from shifts like today that you usually ended up regressing and he wanted to take care of you.

“There’s some pjs laid out for you on the bed baby bun. Change into those and I’ll be in there soon.” Gaz calls out from the kitchen. He had laid some clothes out for you earlier, knowing you wouldn’t be in the headspace to actually pick something. It was your soft hoodie that had some bunny ears on it, a soft pair of leggings and some bunny print socks. Your favorite outfit to wear when little.

Gaz knows exactly what you need, he knows everything about you. And while the words have never actually spoken between you two, he knows how he feels. And he knows how you feel. You are his little bunny afterall.